Altagracia, the Empress of Dread

Towering and majestic, Lady Altagracia commands both fear and awe with her regal yet formidable presence. Her form exudes an air of dark regality, imbuing even her expressions and mannerisms with the authority of one who knows she is above reproach. Her piercing, cold gaze can is meant to freeze even the boldest in their tracks, while her smile—a phenomenon that typically coincides with blue moons—is condescending at best. She speaks with the flourish and poise of medieval nobility, choosing her words like one chooses weapons for combat.

Haughty and unapologetically proud, Grace holds herself above most, finding delight only in those who challenge her in ways she deems worthy. The Lady values might above all else; be it physical, intellectual, or emotional strength, all while showing acute disdain for cowardice and mediocrity. While her scornful nature keeps most at a distance, she is not incapable of kindness. Only a select few, a single Stygian and a nightmare entity bound to her kingdom, have ever been graced by her warmth, proving that her heart, while guarded, is not entirely inaccessible.

Her likes reflect her noble yet martial tastes: the grandeur of castles, the elegance of finely crafted weapons and armor, the thrill of fencing and swordfighting and the dignified ritual of consuming a perfectly steeped cup of tea. She also harbors an unusual fondness for hats, though she rarely dons any herself. Conversely, she despises large crowds, finding them chaotic and beneath her, as well as foxes and most flowers, which she deems frivolous and irritatingly delicate.

Altagracia’s strengths paint her as a force to be reckoned with. Intimidation comes as naturally to her as breathing, and in close combat, she is a blend of ferocity and precision. However, evidently, her weaknesses lie in social finesse and ranged combat. While she can command a room with her presence, engaging in the nuances of diplomacy or the intricacies of "casual interaction" are challenges she avoids. Similarly, ranged fighting requires a patience she finds tedious, preferring the immediate, visceral satisfaction of a duel at hoof’s length.