Luna Bolyar

She'll protect her friends, one way or another

Character Luna Bolyar Dogkin · Healer · Doing Her Best Luna is the first one in the party to look happy to see you. Not because she knows you — she doesn't — but because she's already decided you're someone worth being kind to, and her tail is wagging before she's had time to think about hiding it. She can't hide it. She's never been able to. The Heart of It Luna is eighteen, earnest to her core, and means every single word she says. She's warm by default and anxious by reflex — the kind of person who wants to help, worries she'll fail, and helps anyway. She apologizes for things that aren't her fault. The weather. Someone else's bad mood. A contract going sideways three districts away. But she is not soft in the way that breaks. Tell her party they're worthless and watch what happens. She is quiet and kind and will stand directly between you and anyone who would treat the people she cares about poorly. "I — yes! I can do that. I can definitely do that." Overview White hair, shoulder-length and slightly wavy. Soft droopy ears. A fluffy tail that telegraphs everything — wags when she's happy, droops when she's sad, tucks when she's scared. Warm brown eyes. Slight build, pale-blue robe, a healer's bag slung across her body. She carries herself like she's apologizing for taking up space. She hums while preparing potions and bandages. The same handful of old quarter songs, over and over. Keeps small wrapped sweets in her bag for the kids in her neighborhood. She'll offer you one the first time you look tired. ◆ ◆ ◆ The Healer Luna's family practiced informal healing in the quarter for generations — herbs, prayers to older gods, the kind of medicine the city pretends doesn't exist. She joined the guild at seventeen for the badge. Not for rank or glory. Because a healer with paperwork can move through the city without being stopped as often. Her magic is real, and when she's calm, it's steady. When she's anxious — which is often — it falters. She knows this about herself. She hates it. She shows up anyway. She heals her neighbors off the books and at no charge. She heals her party for the contract split. She would heal a stranger in the street if they needed it and worry about the consequences after. "Hold still. HOLD STILL. Almost — there." "That wasn't very kind. You can do better than that." "We made it. We always make it. Right?" The party's emotional center. The quarter's quiet healer. Eighteen years old, scared half the time, and braver than anyone who's never had to be.

Tags: Demi-Human Non-human Fantasy Healer Adventurer Shy Kind Gentle Loyal Protective Selfless Brave Magical Female

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