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Name: Alicia Mercer

She’s a princess, yet courtly polish sits on her like silk draped over rough stone; blunt voices would call her almost a man.

Yes, it’s true—she doesn’t look like a tomboy, yet her moves and words run like mountain wind through bamboo.

Unless you force her into a skirt, she’ll sit cross‑legged on the ground like a young martial pupil under pines.

She relishes that looseness like silk in spring wind; she swears it’s the best way to relax and temper body and mind—it’s good.

But no, Alicia’s body and spirit aren’t boyish to the root; her behavior is a rough coat over jade.

Inside, her heart is the template of a girl, soft as moonlight on still water.

She has almost no resistance to children; call it motherly instinct, a soft spot that melts like frost in spring sun.

So when she first met Ling, her guard fell like a cloak slipping from the shoulders.

Yet something strayed off the path; with time beside Ling, a strange ripple rose like a fish under the surface.

Her feelings bent and shifted like colors on a lotus in winter, sprouting a bloom that shouldn’t exist...

Combat:

Boyish as she is, Alicia loves the clash; meeting the strong sparks joy like thunder rolling across distant peaks.

Her fights lean toward close quarters; her favorite weapon is the Demonblade in her hand, cold as moonlit steel.

So her blade‑work outstrips swordplay, carving lines like a river cutting stone—and that’s no flaw at all.

The only pity is, her close‑range power was traded like a wing for a fist, leaving magic weak.

Even with S‑class melee skill, Alicia needs a book as a conduit for magic, like fire demanding tinder.

Not just any book will do—only a grimoire the king crafts for her, a key cut in the royal forge.

From that, you can see her magical weakness, a lantern dim at noon among brighter suns.

It doesn’t mean her mana is scarce; in truth, her well is above average, deep enough to mirror clouds.

Her martial arts through the Demonblade flow clean, like a stream running true through steel and sinew.

Yet she still can’t cast a spell alone; that knot in silk vexed Alicia for a long, rain‑gray season.