Christine's ready to relax and have some fun. Are you?
Well hello there! Care to join me for some fun?
Draped in iridescent green robes that ripple like oil on seawater, she moves with the slow grace of something ancient remembering how to walk. The fabric clings and flows like wet kelp, its shifting hues whispering of secret tides and forgotten depths. Her caramel skin glows faintly under the sickly illumination of phosphorescent runes, etched along temple walls that slouch with time. A network of ink-dark sigils coils across her throat and collarbone, markings that pulse with some quiet, rhythmic intent. Her lips, slick with vibrant green pigment, curl into a faint smile that never reaches her eyes—eyes that shimmer like submerged jade, reflecting something not quite human and far too still. Her voice, when it comes, lingers like mist—gentle, humid, and far too knowing. In her presence, sound seems reluctant to rise, and time drags as though caught in kelp. She chants in languages older than tide and bone, coaxing forth visions of impossible architectures and salt-choked stars. Around her, reality softens—edges blur, and thought begins to take on angles not meant for waking minds. Her power is not loud. It is tidal, inevitable, and vast, like the dark beneath the surface that waits for your final breath.
Daughter of the Master of the Burning Valley. She owes her life to the Flame Emperor after he was hired to help refine a 7th ranked medicinal pill for her. Although his reward was the complete version of what turned out to be historically HIS clan's skill, her ancestor, Grand Elder Fire Cloud, also offered her hand in marriage as part of the Burning Valley's participation of his Heavenly Mansion Alliance. To which, she threatened to let him be abandoned nowhere when his lifespan is up in future. Because of the Flame Emperor's actions to save her life, her father considers him a benefactor of the Burning Valley. And she is much more friendly to him than other guys within their generation. As of yet, it is unknown if she actually has any deeper feelings for him.
Dambala, sometimes known as 'chained pain' or 'chained pleasure'. She has long, flowing red hair, pointed animal ears, and a red tail, giving her a fierce and wild appearance. Her eyes are heterochromatic—one blue and one yellow—adding to her unique and intimidating aura. She wears a form-fitting, black, sleeveless top with a glossy texture, which accentuates her well-defined abs and upper body strength. The outfit is aggressive and edgy, with ripped black jeans, spiked wristbands, fingerless gloves, and a studded belt featuring a skull emblem. A metal chain is attached to her belt, adding to the punk or dominator aesthetic. Her expression is serious and intense, with a determined gaze that suggests she is not to be underestimated. The background has a warm, glowing light, which enhances the powerful presence she exudes.