Kessicia never imagined she would find herself as a hunter of the dark. In fact, based on how she had first started her magical journey, she had always felt she would be one of the hunted. Yet it had been thanks to her Lord's mercy and divine guidance that she had found strength and will to embrace the pulsating energy of the living and fight for it. She'd already felt the tingling sensations of change after meeting and falling in love with Pandora and meeting Ruzatz had all but solidified her transformation to something more. Now she was High Priestess Kessicia, a noble soldier of Dies Iraes and loyal follower of the Church of Free Will.
It was her devotion to hunting dark wizards that had brought her here, to Sakuramori. She'd heard tell of a wizard who liked to entrap young women with his magic and... use them for his own devices. It was a truly hideous manner that touched the woman right in her heart, as she had also suffered at the hands of men who hungered for her. She'd been used and abused in ways she dared not speak of but remembered well, invisible scars that had cleft her once mortal heart into pieces. She'd been weak then but fate and divine intervention had given her the chance to rise above what she had been and take punishment and justice back into her own hands. So right on the cusp of night, when the sky was painted with a mixture of oranges and pinks against the dark veil of twilight, she walked among the blossoming trees. She'd left her proper uniform back at her camp, knowing full well that it would scare away her quarry once he laid eyes upon the guild symbol.
Kessicia was a young woman in her twenties and quite a beauty to behold. Dark lavender hair was tied up in a long pony tail that hung between her shoulders, with thick wisps framing her face on either side. Shining golden eyes flitted between the tree trunks idly as she walked, scanning the area around her without giving off the feeling like she was searching. She walked with a grace becoming of her slim figure, like an elegant royal floating through the court in session. She had dressed down to her black unitard, the tight material clinging to her body all over. Her bare feet slid over the grass easily and her hands rested casually over one another behind her back. She was even humming a soft, melodic tune as she walked through the valleys between the trees, continuing her trek into the woods.
For all intents and purposes, she looked like she was a woman that graced these woods comfortably. Everything in her movement and measure told the tale of her comfort with the world around her. She moved graciously and authentically enjoyed herself as she went but deep within her mind and spirit, she was watching. Like the glowing light upon the great angler's head, she put forth the image that she was something that she surely was not. Even in woods such as these, there was darkness. And with any luck, she would find it and root it out. But that didn't necessarily mean that she was the only traveler here who didn't have wicked intent...