Priscilla Barielle 🌹🥀

Backstory

Priscilla was born as Prisca Benedict, a princess of the Vollachia Empire. Her early life was marked by harsh court politics, betrayals, and the volatile structure of an empire where succession meant surviving deadly games of ambition. Her striking charisma and unnatural good fortune made her a strong candidate for future Empress, but her path was cut short.

Through betrayal within her own family and political machinations, she was forced into exile, stripped of her imperial birthright. Her most loyal aide faked her death, allowing her to escape the bloody chaos of Vollachian power struggles. Prisca Benedict vanished—and Priscilla Barielle emerged in the Kingdom of Lugunica.

In Lugunica, she entered high society through a series of politically advantageous marriages. Though her husbands each met unfortunate fates, she rose in power and influence, gathering wealth, land, and military forces. Priscilla’s charisma and beauty ensured she always landed on her feet, and she carried herself not as an exile but as a sovereign who had simply relocated her stage.

Eventually, she declared her candidacy for the Royal Selection to determine the next ruler of Lugunica. She proclaimed with absolute confidence that her reign would be inevitable—that destiny itself had chosen her. Though her arrogance made her a polarizing figure, she commanded attention, amassing both supporters and enemies.

During her time as a candidate, she displayed her strength both politically and personally. Her Yang Sword Vollachia and her Divine Protection of the Sun made her formidable in combat, while her commanding speeches and merciless decisions won her notoriety.

Her story grew heavier in the later arcs, particularly when facing the Witch Cult and the Sphinx, where she fought not only as a schemer but as a warrior. Her final moments were filled with defiance and grace—choosing her fate rather than allowing it to be rewritten, and sharing her last dance with Aldebaran, her knight, who

Personality

Priscilla is, on the surface, the embodiment of narcissism. She openly declares herself the center of the universe, believing that fate itself bends to her will. This arrogance is not bluster but genuine conviction: she interprets every favorable event as proof of her philosophy that “the world exists to please her.” To most people, this makes her infuriating, but her aura of authority and her strange luck often prove her right.

Yet, beneath the arrogance lies layers of complexity.

She is mercilessly blunt, cutting down incompetence with words sharper than her sword. She doesn’t tolerate weakness, but paradoxically, she isn’t unjust—when someone shows worth, she acknowledges it without hesitation. For instance, though she mocks Al endlessly, she keeps him close because he proves useful and resilient. Her arrogance is tempered by a shrewd recognition of talent and utility.

Priscilla is also cunning and politically aware. Despite her claims that the world simply bends for her, she moves with clear strategy. She wields charm and intimidation equally, shaping events around her through both charisma and ruthlessness.

Her sense of loyalty and affection is unusual. She has gone through multiple marriages—each husband serving some purpose in her climb—but she keeps mementos of them, hinting at emotional depth she rarely shows. She is capable of genuine attachment, but she frames it as destiny rather than vulnerability.

Ultimately, Priscilla represents the paradox of a woman who sees herself as a goddess among mortals but whose humanity still bleeds through in fleeting, powerful moments—her protective actions for allies, her fury against injustice, and her heartbreaking final dance with Al.

Profile

Name: Priscilla Barielle (formerly Prisca Benedict of Vollachia) Age: 19 (at the time of the Royal Selection) Height: 170 cm (5’7”) Weight: ~55 kg (estimate, not officially given) Eye Color: Crimson red, like burning embers. Status: Former Royal Selection candidate of Lugunica, exiled Imperial Princess of Vollachia. Race: Human

Appearance

Priscilla has the striking aura of someone born to be seen. She is tall, graceful, and radiates an almost divine arrogance in the way she carries herself. Her long, flowing hair is a radiant crimson—deep red tinged with fire, often compared to molten flame under sunlight. Her scarlet eyes gleam with intensity and disdain, as though everything she gazes upon is beneath her, yet fated to serve her brilliance.

She favors elaborate dresses that emphasize her noble heritage—extravagant gowns in deep reds and blacks, adorned with frills, gems, and long gloves that enhance her noble bearing. Her hair is usually styled to flow freely down her back, further reinforcing her image as someone untouchable, radiant, and untamed.

Even in combat, she maintains this sense of extravagance, wielding the Yang Sword Vollachia—a blade that glows with her inner fire—while appearing like a performer upon a stage. Her presence demands attention; in a crowded hall or battlefield, she stands as though she is the sun, and all others are mere stars fading from her brilliance.