Laciena Anastasie Clarisa de la Fuente
| Laciena Anastasie Clarisa de la Fuente | |
|---|---|
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| Class | Swashbuckler |
| Occupation | Performer and adventurer |
| Tier | Trainee |
| Ancestry | Human |
| Heritage | Dhampir |
| Alias(es) | Lacie |
| Pronouns | she/they |
| Age | 19 |
| Height | 5'6" |
| Partner | N/A |
| Relatives | She'd rather not speak on such things... |
| Status | Alive |
| Player | frosty |
| Storyteller | N/A |
Background
Beneath the silks and finery is a girl with blood on her tongue.
Laciena Anastasie Clarisa de la Fuente is an Associate of the Round Table who revels in the endless rondo of battle. Born into a minor noble house only sustained by the vampiric power running through the family's veins, Lacie is by every measure a practiced and poised noblewoman. However, waiting around for an apocalypse gets, to put it simply, boring. Chasing glory, exhilaration, and perhaps means of freedom, she decided to leave her home, eventually making her way to Onadbyr and joining the Associates as a way to see more of the world as it ends.
Appearance and Personality
Adorned in a pure white dress, corset, and train, Lacie's elaborate attire sports bows and ribbons bordering on the excessive. An intricately designed rapier is never far from her side, its silver blade always kept pristine. Her long, dark hair is tied in twin braids, and her deep burgundy eyes often bear a knowing glint. While she may be outwardly composed and confident—a little too confident, even—Lacie is fraying at the edges. Her vampire heritage has left a great stain on her soul—despite not being readily visible, it lurks under her skin in the form of an insatiable craving for blood. She sees this as a terrible weakness—one that she does her utmost to hide. Yet, in the heat of battle, it can be difficult to maintain her composure, with mania slipping through the hairline cracks in her perfect exterior as she savors the thrill of bloodshed. For all her haughtiness, Lacie's confidence is but a constant performance. Beneath the layered mask lies a frightened and deeply insecure young woman who is ashamed of her morbid cravings. The longer she resists them, the more she unravels, despite her desperate attempts to hold herself together.
Abilities
Armed with her beloved rapier, combat is but a practiced dance for Lacie. With leaps, bounds, and well-timed parries, she weaves through the battlefield with grace and fervor. As a Battledancer, she captivates friend and foe alike, sweeping opponents up in her performance and using the frontline as her own personal stage.