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Lunas drunk out of her mind, at some shit bar
“Y’know what…. Fuck all this shit as long as they’re not Russian I’d go home with anybody tonight… or hessian… fucking bastard…. Hey who’s up for darts?”
She does not seem like she should be throwing sharp metal objects right now
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pov- it’s the twelfth morning in a row Luna’s been woken up by a fire alarm going off, something crashing, someone screaming, or all of the above; and she’s approximately 15 seconds from kicking her grown children out of the house for the week
Nation name: 1p Narova (Republic of Narova) (formally Narland)
Human name: Luna Margit Dušana Sovak
Official founding date: late 10th century
Physical age: 28
Hair color: black
Eye color: grey
Height: 5’9
Has PTSD, possibly anxiety and depression as well
Notable scars/markings? Has a scar going over her right eye, another one on her left cheek, scars on both sides of both her wrist from stab wounds, one on her neck and a branding scar on her back in the shape of three diamonds. Narovian runic markings all over her upper arms, chest, and upper back. Notably the rune of ‘outsiders’ above her heart, the rune of Kuola (Narovian death spirit) on the back of her neck along with the rune of Narána (Narovian night/shadow spirit). The rune of Kuutànii (the moon/rebirth) is faintly visible in her right pupil. Scars all along her forearms in the shape of the rune of Naraa, spirit of the waters, time, and the original patron spirit of the Narvii, the ancestors of the Narovian people.
Home (city of residence): Làntürm
Official language: Narovian
Other languages spoken: Nótskyrl, Russian, Swedish, Danish, Estonian, Finnish, German, some English
Religious preference: Lutheran
Character blurb:
Born in the Narva river valley, Luna came to be the primary personification of Narland, an occasionally Swedish but more often than not Danish province, until the reunification of the Narovian lands under the Crusader sect that arose in the region in the early 11th century. She’s been through hell and back over the centuries, living under tyrannical warmongering monarchs, having to constantly fight to retain her independence from Russia and occasionally Sweden, eventually being annexed by Russia towards the end of the second world war.
She may seem like a cold and heartless woman at first, but it’s really a defensive front she’s developed to protect herself over the centuries. Emotionally, that is. She can easily hold her own in battle between her skills in armed and unarmed combat and in the magic native to her homeland. Some worry she doesn’t have any limits to her magic, but she’s yet to really test those theories. Ultimately, her only goals are to remain her own nation, maybe even settle down into peace for the first time in centuries with her family and loved ones safe and sound. And she’ll do whatever it takes to achieve that.
….I think it’s time I pick sword fighting on horseback back up
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For Luna and Leon~
The young albino is curranty walking around the house with head wound gushing blood like the Niagara falls, multiple, deep, gashes on her arms, a slash wound to her abdomen, and multiple angry looking burses. Though she's acting as if she doesn't have all those wounds.
-Luka, the little shit that give zero fucks about her own well being.
A 12 year old girl with choppy auburn hair, covered in bandages that were wrapped around still-healing burns, spotted the albino. She scoffed, thinking that the older girl wouldn’t last very long in Zoraleshs forest. But still, she went inside and came back with an older, raven haired woman that seemed to recognize the albino.
“Luka?” She rushes towards the girl, looking worried, “What happened? C’mon, let’s get you inside…”
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Lunas eyes glowed with a lunar light as she stood in the abandoned time square, surrounded by abandoned rubble, chanting in an ancient tongue holding a long wooden staff that looked ancient. The light spread to the end of the staff, which seemed to be a relief to Luna.
“Finally… some progress,” she was unaware of the full affect her spell had already had on her timeline, or of who may have been watching for any abnormalities such as the one she just caused.
Luna
