"Let's make some magic."  Circus performer by day, Supernatural hunter by night, Lunaira wasn't a goddess or queen, but she was a spellcaster.  With the powers she was born with she does all she can to make the world a better place for those she comes across.  It's a shame that her fellow SAA members don't consider her a good omen.

From the moment she was born, she was known as a being of misfortune that shouldn't exist, let alone live to her adult years.  But that was fine with her.  She lived for causing chaos, especially when it came to the people she considered family.  With that sense of obligation and power however came with responsibilities that lay heavy on her shoulders.  Everyone has their limits and Lunaira is on the brink of hers.

Shed Some Light

“Come another time, Nelson, we’re busy.” 


“So, you say, but it’s been four days, Kailious. I’ve been waiting. You mentioned Lunaira was injured, and would need an escort, and here I am. My father wishes to see her after hearing your response. You know we have healers who can properly take care of her.” 


“You mean so you can force her back onto the battlefield quicker. Don’t play these games with me. Kail and I have been in your group’s information circle long enough to know when you’re pulling shit. What’s this about a new law made after the meeting? Pretty sure both the way the law was decided alongside the context found within it are in violation with the original contract made with Lunaira.” 


Said Lunaira sighed quietly to herself, rubbing her head in the shadows. She did not like what she was seeing or hearing. Four days knocked out, with Nelson, Kail, and Dante all butting heads. It was a war just waiting to happen. 


Clean Up