Thank you!!! I'll make Caerula tomorrow since I just saw this ?

Velleita Law
the fall of honor — female — three years
ESTJ — 1w2 — Choleric / Melancholic


"She's never done a single thing halfway in her life"


a carnal creature. bore from the ash and bone of law legacy, she is melded together by the raw cinders of what had once been. power is an articulate standard that keeps hungry dogs at bay. a hefty collar held tight against the throats of unassigned royalty keeps them tethered to the sense of duty, belonging, and purpose. she is their shadow. a staggered and dark figurine that prowls like a hungry wolf within the dark corridors of the castle's west wing. a stark contrast to her sibling's rather cheerful exposure, the one built from fire and brimstone. cursed to carry a burden that was never meant to be her own. she is not a reflection of the fortune and luck law would have been founded upon, but rather a deflection of what their family has become. the crumbling stone walls of the castle that once sat upon the hill in quiet solace, now marked by the tainted red hands of those crying out for mercy from greedy sinners.


saccharine sweet like honey and Moscato wine. she is the perfect paragon of a daughter, one that shared within the likeness of her mother's grace and beauty. yet - garners a deeper side to her as all law requires. a woman of vice and virtue, self-righteous within her own doubts and ideas, and yet still convicted by the heretics' blade. velleita carries herself within a sense of standard, a picturesque piece of perfection that keeps the hungry dogs at bay. on the outside, she is but a frail woman. little miss perfect. never meant for anything more than a pretty face to have as a hand in marriage. yet - beneath her warm facade lies a beast. a creature wore by years of abject determination and guilt. there is an abhorrent dog that bites harshly at the hand that feeds in the way she seeks repentance for all the failure she has born. time can only hold the hungry hound down for so long before it breaks from its chains of guilt.

misc.
— gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. heavily influenced by those saying "you can't" will go to great lengths to show that she can

— acts heavily on impulse and emotion. driven by her guilt to finish what law has started.

— brains over brawn. logics over love. willing to settle down with he right man, but has never outwardly searched for a partner.

@Daanyen ~ finished!

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Velleita Law
the fall of honor — female — three years
ESTJ — 1w2 — Choleric / Melancholic


"She's never done a single thing halfway in her life"


a carnal creature. bore from the ash and bone of law legacy, she is melded together by the raw cinders of what had once been. power is an articulate standard that keeps hungry dogs at bay. a hefty collar held tight against the throats of unassigned royalty keeps them tethered to the sense of duty, belonging, and purpose. she is their shadow. a staggered and dark figurine that prowls like a hungry wolf within the dark corridors of the castle's west wing. a stark contrast to her sibling's rather cheerful exposure, the one built from fire and brimstone. cursed to carry a burden that was never meant to be her own. she is not a reflection of the fortune and luck law would have been founded upon, but rather a deflection of what their family has become. the crumbling stone walls of the castle that once sat upon the hill in quiet solace, now marked by the tainted red hands of those crying out for mercy from greedy sinners.


saccharine sweet like honey and Moscato wine. she is the perfect paragon of a daughter, one that shared within the likeness of her mother's grace and beauty. yet - garners a deeper side to her as all law requires. a woman of vice and virtue, self-righteous within her own doubts and ideas, and yet still convicted by the heretics' blade. velleita carries herself within a sense of standard, a picturesque piece of perfection that keeps the hungry dogs at bay. on the outside, she is but a frail woman. little miss perfect. never meant for anything more than a pretty face to have as a hand in marriage. yet - beneath her warm facade lies a beast. a creature wore by years of abject determination and guilt. there is an abhorrent dog that bites harshly at the hand that feeds in the way she seeks repentance for all the failure she has born. time can only hold the hungry hound down for so long before it breaks from its chains of guilt.

misc.
— gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. heavily influenced by those saying "you can't" will go to great lengths to show that she can

— acts heavily on impulse and emotion. driven by her guilt to finish what law has started.

— brains over brawn. logics over love. willing to settle down with he right man, but has never outwardly searched for a partner.

@Daanyen ~ finished!

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I absolutely adore this!! All yours !