Every secret has a price. What’s yours?
About Me
Full Name: Saeko Kōrujima
Alias: Lady Saeko; The Crimson Fang
Nameday: 28th Sun, First Astral Moon
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: AuRa, XaelaERP: At Your Own Risk...
RP: Always
Orientation: Sapphic
Preference: Dominant, S
Personality: Cool. Elegant. Unhinged.
Appearance
Height: 5’5
Weight: 115 pz
Bust: 87-54-85 (cm)
Eyes: Ruby Red
Hair: Silver / Plat. White
Skin Color: Pale Grey
Saeko presents herself as a quiet traveler with a composed demeanor and an unassuming warmth. She is thoughtful in conversation, well-read without being pretentious, and attentive in a way that makes others feel genuinely heard. She prefers measured words, shared silences, and settings where nothing must be rushed. To those who meet her casually, she comes across as calm, polite, and faintly distant. Not cold. Simply self-contained.She claims to have left Garlemald before its collapse, offering little detail beyond a vague distaste for the Empire and a desire to live without its shadow. When pressed, she frames her departure as a personal choice rather than a dramatic escape. A turning point she doesn’t elaborate on. She speaks as someone who has already made peace with the past, even if that peace seems carefully maintained.Saeko now travels with the stated purpose of preserving what remains after conflict. She documents ruined places, forgotten histories, and the quiet aftermaths most people move past too quickly. Libraries, archives, and abandoned structures tend to draw her attention. She is most at ease in places where stories linger. Over tea or a late fire, she’s happy to share fragments of history, bits of poetry, or cultural trivia gathered from her travels. She speaks multiple languages fluently, dances with natural grace, and writes with practiced restraint. She downplays all of it.Her appearance mirrors her presentation. Her clothing is simple and refined, chosen for comfort and practicality rather than display. Her movements are controlled and economical, betraying training she never discusses. Her eyes are striking and unusual, marked by damage she attributes to a long-past accident. It’s not a story she invites questions about, and most people learn quickly not to ask.Those sensitive to aether sometimes notice something strange around her. Not hostile. Not overtly dangerous. Just… dense. Like pressure held under calm water. When mentioned, Saeko dismisses it with a soft laugh or a deflection, as if the idea itself is mildly amusing. She does not deny it outright. She simply doesn’t engage.What few realize is that this gentle presentation is not a disguise meant to manipulate, but a boundary she actively maintains. Saeko believes in restraint because she has learned what happens without it. She chooses patience because she knows how easily it can be abandoned. Her kindness is real, but deliberate. Her calm is practiced, not innate.She does not seek conflict. She does not glorify violence. But there is an undeniable intensity beneath the surface, something sharp and disciplined that never fully relaxes. When situations escalate, Saeko adapts with unsettling efficiency. Afterwards, she returns to stillness as if nothing has changed.Saeko isn’t trying to reinvent herself, nor is she running from who she was. She’s learning how to exist without becoming a danger to herself or others. Whether that balance can last is uncertain. Even she doesn’t pretend otherwise.For now, she walks forward quietly. Observing. Recording. Choosing, every day, to remain exactly as she is.
Sorry, come back later!
Sorry, come back later!