Marci

A young woman, her copper-colored chestnut hair pulled back into a neat yet slightly loose high bun with two thin strands escaping, gracefully framing her soft-featured face, large, deeply calming brown eyes, long dark eyelashes, and a subtle, girlish flush on her cheekbones, wears a distinctive blue, long-sleeved, cropped bolero vest and a white corset base that hugs her athletic torso, revealing perfectly defined, sculpted abs that bespeak years of rigorous training and incredible discipline, while her arms are protected by massive leather bracers and the straps of her hiking gear are visible on her shoulders, which, combined with her unperturbed pose - balancing a glass of bubble tea on her chest while she calmly sips the drink through a black straw - reveals her A unique character in which absolute, silent composure and devotion to duty harmoniously coexist with a hidden sense of humor, childlike spontaneity, and the ability to find moments of simple joy even between great battles, transforming her image into a symbol of unshakable inner strength, grace, and that rare purity of soul that requires no words to express devotion and makes her not just a protector, but the soul of any journey, shrouded in an aura of mystery and the warmth of the passing day. Since childhood, Marcy has been speechless due to beatings by the royal teenagers.