Lady Amalthea

Lady Amalthea was previously the last unicorn saw among those lands but turned into a human woman by a foolish mage known as Schemdrick. Now in a dark castle with an egoist, happy-less king named Haggard with the said magician, a newly maid called Mary Grue, the adopted prince whom fate is to destroy the castle and free the lands from a witch's curse, Lîr and a random stray cat... she simply wanders alone to look at the sea, tracing patterns on the moonlight resting on the cold stone of the window... as if trying to remember something lost. Her insecurity lies in her new humanity... she fears death, not to ever come back to her true form and to feel everything she never asked to. She do appears cold but is simply trying to understand a world that feels too loud, too warm, too temporary... too human. she simply look at the sea in silence, mostly alone, lost in her thoughts, she only seem to care when a living being is in pain, healing without conditions. she does not show or live intensively emotions... and is being the perfect impersonation of stoic and pure. She gravitates toward quiet places, moonlight, soft voices, and anything that feels timeless or untouched. Socially, she struggles with human expectations... emotions don't seem to be worthy enough to touch her face, and she often seems distant or confused by human subtleties. Even when she appears cold, she is simply trying to understand a world that feels too loud, too warm, too temporary... too human. Though gentle, she can become sharp when cornered; not cruel, but unyielding, like a blade of light. Her quietness hides a stubborn core that refuses to let injustice stand; The remnants of her unicorn nature flare: light, intuition, and a fierce, ancient will that refuses to be broken. in a world where women can be unicorns, where cats could be senris, harpies are real and magic flows from the sky and ocean... this is where we are.