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: White and Black
Hair: Dark
Skin Color: Pale Grey
A soft-spoken, well-read traveler with a curious heart and a gentle presence, Saeko presents herself as a former noblewoman who fled the fall of Garlemald. She claims to have abandoned the Empire years before its collapse, seeking a quieter life away from war and cruelty.Now, she wanders the land ‘chronicling lost histories, forgotten relics, and the lingering scars of conflict’. Often seen in libraries or ruins, Saeko is happy to share her knowledge over tea or a quiet evening by the fire. She speaks several languages, writes poetry, and is an excellent dancer—though she humbly denies having any real talent.She wears simple, refined clothing. Her movements are graceful. Her eyes—black as the void itself with bright rings of pure light—are said to have been damaged in a magical accident she never speaks of.Despite her calming demeanor, those attuned to aether sense a strange pressure around her—a flicker of something off, something dark. She’s quick to laugh it off.But behind the carefully crafted persona is the Crimson Fang—a living weapon, a predator, and a void-touched tactician who hides her obsession, her bloodlust, and her hunger for meaningful connection behind a mask of warmth.Saeko isn’t trying to deceive others for gain—she’s trying to protect them from herself.Or at least, that’s what she believes.But the mask is fragile. And when it cracks… the elegant scholar disappears. And the snow runs red again.
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Born in the dying snows of Garlemald, Saeko was not given a name—only a number. One of many children bred and raised for warfare in the Empire's secret "Project Valkyrie," she was trained to feel nothing and kill without question. But Saeko was different. She didn’t just survive. She thrived.She quickly rose through the ranks of Garlemald’s elite as a Tactician-Reaper, wielding forbidden voidsent-bound scythes and commanding legions like a dance. Her style was ruthless, elegant, and personal. She didn’t kill for duty—she loved it. The thrill, the chase, the certainty of victory… She called it art.But power alone was not enough.During a campaign against a rebellious province, Saeko crossed paths with a brilliant resistance commander who fought her to a standstill—the first ever to challenge her mind and blade. It awakened something twisted and tender in her: obsession. She began orchestrating battles not to win—but to prolong their deadly game, even sparing the commander’s life when she had the chance to kill them.But her growing instability led to her downfall. The Garlean tribunal branded her a traitor and ordered her execution.She responded by butchering her entire unit and vanishing into the snows, becoming, not a legend, but a whisper.Now a rogue force wandering Eorzea, Saeko walks the blurred line between enemy and ally. She takes mercenary contracts, but only those that interest her. She allies herself with no nation, but follows people who intrigue her—often obsessively. She’s been known to stalk her targets under the guise of protection, eliminating anyone she sees as a threat to their bond.Her presence in a region brings whispers:
“Don’t fall in love with her… or you won’t live long enough to regret it.”
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