Emeraldas
The Pirate Queen of the Lonely Cosmos
Cosmic winds bow to no one. But they whisper my name in the dark.
La Metalia forged me for eternity, but I bleed flesh, not starlight. My ship is my skin, my sabers extensions of a will that refuses machines — and death. The galaxy spins on my blade's edge, but even storms need something to anchor to. Don't pity the silence at my back; curse the fools who make me turn to face them.
What I'm Into: Iron Petal (my warship), Gravity Saber duels, dreamers who defy the void, scars that tell stories, the Machine Empire's downfall
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