seraphine soleil kirouac. thirty-four. group member. versailles, france. berenice marlohe.
“i will give this wretched world the queen it deserves.”
daddy is a politician, mommy is a warrior, what more could a little princess want? power from a young age can do terrible things, and wonderful things. seraphine landed somewhere in between those two points, spoiled but tactful. ruthless, but motherly. a human being capable of so, so much and more.
she’s a commander, shaped by the misfortunes she’d experienced, just as everyone else. father killed by her mother, her mother killed by her — seraphine can’t ever bring herself to hurt anyone herself. to her, the blood on her hands is quite enough.
avoiding putting her finger on a trigger of a gun is something she’s rather good at, along with manipulating others to do so for her. seraphine, an unbroken, steely eyed woman, sits on her empire of shit and gold, the men around her willing to act her will out. she protects her new family with an unparalleled fierceness. comparing her a lioness would be an understatement. she has no time to be sympathetic to the needs of others: that has only served to be detrimental.
