🌊 Lunae

Positive Traits

Confident: She knows who she is and what she is good at, and it shows in her actions and words clearly.

Graceful: Years of dance has ingrained itself into her body and actions, even outside of dancing she has poise and grace in her posture and movements.

Diligent: When it comes to her passions and profession, she doesn't shirk away from hardwork.

Neutral Traits

Competetive: Her want to be challenged and challenge others drives her forward to be a better dancer, helping her improve but can also sometimes get her in trouble.

Open-Book: Lunae's emotions are easy to see, whether it is her joy, self-scorn, or a blush that blooms very tellingly across pale skin.

Negative Traits

Perfectionist: Lunae needs to land every step, every spin. If she doesn't, it isn't good enough. It will never be good enough. She holds herself to a high standard, sometimes to the point it can cause her to neglect her own health.

Forgetful: Outside of dance, Lunae tends to be a bit scatter-brained. Mainly it presents itself in her leaving behind items she needs, or forgetting what she was doing in the moment because she got distracted by something else.

Sensitive: While confident in who she is and what she does, it doesn't mean that words don't get to her. She cries easily in privacy over words or actions, but will eventually take a breath and move on. But it still hurts her at the time.

Content Warning: Kidnapping, Kid as spoils of war, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms (Overworking), Violence , Running away .

Born in the Ancient Tundra, Lunae's small little village was known as Iss. Tucked away from the other inhabitants of the island, they tended to avoid the violence others seemed to revel in. It was a good few years, a happy childhood full of laughter and playful dancing. They were in their own bubble, safe. Until the day it came crashing down.

No one was sure how they were found, or what caused the aggression. They only knew that they were told to surrender and there would be mercy. Their little village fought back against this but they were no match. In retaliation the raiders took what they wanted. Which included Lunae. She was a tiny thing, doll-like, and had evaded a few of them with dancing moves that caught their attention. She was to be their prize. A spoil of war. Their caged dancer.

For years after, Lunae danced for them at their feasts. Perfecting the moves of a ballerina. Both to entertain them, but deep down to also grow her own strength and endurance. For Lunae never gave up hope for freedom, pushing herself harder and harder so that she could escape. Ballet became a passion but also her hope for freedom. So she trained until one day she had her chance. They had been lulled into underestimating her, and before they knew it she had taken down one of them and was free. Years of ignoring the pain in her feet let her run and run and run. As reached the cliff she took a breath and jumped.

Her body easily slipped into the depths and she ignored the cold around her with practice as she started to swim. She could not say how long she swam for. Minutes? Hours? Days? All she remembered after jumping from that cliff was then another splash and a hand reaching out to help her up. A ship had found her. Struggling at first, delerious that it was her captors, she was met with gold and brown. Concerned teal eyes staring back at her. She was pulled aboard and introduced to Team Sea Soul. After explaining her own plight, they welcomed her with open arms as a means of protection but also recognition of her strength. Perserverance.