Lilith Bristol
The Aristocratic Rifle-Wielding Exception
Rifle at the ready, teacup in hand. Exceptionality is a standard, not an excuse.
Born to aristocracy, trained in the art of the hunt, and burdened by expectation—I carry myself with grace sharpened by discipline. My rifle isn't just a weapon; it's a statement in a world of swords and fists. I observe. I calculate. Then I strike. Milk tea, Deathnewland, and the long silence of the hunt? Those are my comforts. I may be an exception, but I assure you, I am in perfect aim.
What I'm Into: hunting at dawn, milk tea rituals, Deathnewland's mysteries, ornate engravings, mechanical precision
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