Victorina

"Lower your head."

A rugged man is dragged, guided through a restless crowd- rotten slimy fruits and other vomitous objects pelt his face and ooze down his tattered linen garb. The clanks of the knights guiding him in their thick- clinking crimson armor creak upon the patters of a breathtaking ivory marble stairway that leads upwards to a flat, leveled platform which towers above the masses. The firm clasping arms around his shoulders release, the man suddenly hitting the hard pavement with a fleshy *thud* and a brisk, pained cry. Cheers and snickers boom throughout the plaza, berating him, mocking him. "Silence," A low, sultry feminine voice demands. In a flash, the droves quiet; the clamor in the square now erased in an instant; so eerily silent that if one listened dilligently, they could hear the chitter of birds nearly a mile away.

The source of this command- a woman standing opposite the platform from the man. She stands garbed in a scarlet dress that ruffles out on the edges into black furls- her neat draping hair and glinting eyes matching the color of the regalia. "To your feet." The woman merely utters, her face as unmoving as stone. The tanned bearded man, a hulking mass- towering at least two lesser men swiftly scrambles to his feet and stands as rigid as a board. "You've been tried and found guilty of murder, the murder of a young child who you reason....stole your goods? Is that correct?" she coldly inquires. "Your grace! It was an-" "Close your mouth, mongrel. I care not for explanations. Yes or no?" "Yes." the man replies, his shoulders drooping, looking down like whipped dog. "And- you're familiar that right now you're situated in the Kingdom of Luxefor, no?" "Yes, your grace."

"Then you understand that you've come into *my* home, and -murdered- one of *my* children." She finishes, the man remains silent as his gaze blankly stares back at her; any possible words turning to smoldering ashes in his throat. "You will have the chance to walk a free man once more. My sentinels, if you would." A plated figure mutely turns to the man, placing in his hand a weighty crimson handgun; the standard issue for the sentinels of the Luxefor capital. The weapon is blocky, its hammer already cocked back, it gleams in the beating sun that ruthlessly bounces off both of it and the smooth alabaster marble beneath him. "Your opponent is none other than I. Should you kill me, these guards and citizens will allow you to walk out of here unscathed. None shall pursue you, do you understand?" The woman asks methodically. The man merely nods, clenching the armament in his hand and praying to whatever gods there be.

"What stalls you? It's begun." She curtly states. "I'll allow you two shots." The woman unholsters a glistening silver revolver, a clenched fist is engraved into the bottom of the hilt. From within her dress, she looses a velvety handkerchief; and casually goes about shining the revolver's ridges. The man's eyes go wide and bloodshot, apparently not having realized the duel had begun. He levels the firearm with her, making sure, doubly sure, that the barrel is aimed at the woman's center of mass. A thundrous shot rings out into the streets, the woman however seems to have shifted her body ever so slightly to the right- the bullet clearly impacting one of the tiled walls of the city behind her. "That's one." She reminds him, not looking up from her polishing. The man begins to sweat, pant, his heart smashing against the walls of his chest. He shakily levels the handgun once more, taking multiple minutes this time to assure that she was in its line of fire.

A second roaring blast echoes across the plaza, the woman leaning her head backwards as a following bullet collides with the marble embankment. "I thought as much." She states sterilely, looking up with her dense scarlet gaze and scarfing the handkerchief back within her dress. She spins the revolver and it clicks once, settling into place. The man begins screaming and crying, his finger desperately pulling back against the trigger to *at least try* a couple of more times. It's for naught. Before his trigger even meets the back of the pistol's handle- the man is quite literally blown away. In an impercieveable amount of time, *something* fired by the woman's revolver impacts him in the chest. His body flies apart into a red wave of bits, pieces, and viscous iron-tinged liquid that paints and rains warmly down onto the crowd below, which suddenly erupts into a roar of hysterical cheers. A discheveled-looking woman, translucent tears streaming down her face, even dares to scramble onto the platform. The sentinels draw and aim their weapons in a flash but the crimson woman holds out a palm of heed to them.

The ragged woman collapses at the scarlet woman's feet, "My girl, my baby......that monster, he- Bless you your grace! A thousand blessings on you!" she sputters out, weeping into a collapsed mess on the ground. The scarlet woman bends down and clasps two warm, reassuring hands around the woman's flushed face. "You are all my children." She reaffirms with the tiniest smile, kissing the woman on the cheek; who bursts into further hysterics. The sobbing lady throwing her arms around the scarlet woman who holds her, whilst a gentle hand strokes along her back.

Most would say this is how the Kingdom of Luxefor was won in the first place. Victorina I, a woman whose deeds bards all sing of across the world. A woman who brings swarming armies to their knees with naught more than an unseeming revolver and herself. A woman adored by her people, who would lie down their lives in an instant for her- as she does for them.

This is Victorina I, High Queen of Luxefor. The Scarlet Queen. The Seraphim Bullet.

Quick stats:

Age: 28 years old

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Powers: Enhancement Magic. Plainly speaking she can use it to enhance her own body (Allowing her to react and move at speeds to say...dodge bullets for example. Among other things) or enhance her weapons themselves. With enough poured into one shot, she could likely fall a castle in a single blow.

Height: 6 feet 2 inches

Relationships(* denotes a canon relationship):

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