Linda, King of Hearts

[Kasatsu]

ID: SD136
Name: Linda
Suit: Hearts
Rank: King
Gender: Female
Animal: Serpent
Region: Highlands
Parents: Pravus/Fino
Dealer: Kasatsu

Basic Magical Ability: She can ignore moderate amounts of pain for up to an hour.

Moderate Magical Ability: When activated, she gains an immediate proficiency with any weapon that she picks up. This can be activated and deactivated at will.

Strong Magical Ability: When activated, she can inflict mental pain on another card of any suit, once per day. The degree of pain is equivalent to a fire slowly burning through the victims hair.

Powerful Magical Ability: When activated, he can control the mind of a lesser Heart for up to one hour, once per week. The individual being controlled would know and the degree of control is the closest thing to perfection yet seen. She can control Jacks and below perfectly without tell tale give away signs, though anything above a Jack is beyond her.

Jack's Ability: She is immune to any and ALL poison.

King's Ability: She has the uncanny ability to know almost everything about you just by looking at you, upon seeing another's face she can mimic their personality perfectly, though she will not have their memories, she can guess how they would act. This makes her a master of politics as she can get along with nearly everyone.

Child

Adult

Bipedal

[Kasatsu]

Lamthahad

That sword she has is by no means ordinary. She can either wear it or summon it from another plane. It will leap into her hand and seeks out an opponent's body, automatically avoiding anyone not in direct combat with Linda. Once struck by another weapon, this sword flares up in flames. This makes the metal burn red hot to anyone except for Linda or any other Highlander.

And yes, Linda named it "swift to hand".

[Kasatsu]

Things really had been changing a lot over the years. She thought to herself as she made her way down one of the less trodden hallways of the Heart Court. Yet another Queen was on the throne. It was a shame; she had actually liked the last one some. Of course he had been nothing like her father; no one would be able to become as great a queen as Queen Serafino.

How she missed him.

Shaking her head she forced off the horrid thoughts, those from that night as well as others, that still threatened to flood her mind when she was caught unawares. In attempt to distract herself she glanced around for the door that she was currently looking for.

With every attempt she had made to leave the Court she had always come to the discovery that such a feat was not in her personality. There was just . . . something about the place that kept her attached. Though, truly, there was no reason for her to want to leave.

Spotting the door she shifted her sword by the hilt slightly before opening it to reveal the place that she had taken for her room. Deciding that it was her fate to stay within the Heart Court walls she had set this little hideaway for herself. Red silk scarves hung on the walls, hiding the cold stone behind the colorful decorations. Her rather large bed took up a good portion of one wall. Silk and pillows graced the bed as well, creating within its limits a warm and comfortable nest.

A small living room of sorts, at least an area designed for receiving company – the sort that she never had – was off to her right side. The furniture was of a blue and silver color design. Along the walls were knickknacks that she had collected through the years. On one of the shelves, center of attention, and standing alone was a glass figurine of her father, Queen Serafino, in all his grandeur.

She had heard awhile back about someone who lived in the Capital that made glass figurines. Communicating through letters she had ordered for the special piece to be made no matter what the price.

Walking over to it she ran a loving hand lightly down it. How she missed her Father. Eyes a little sorrowful she stepped back to unbuckle her belt before laying Lamthahad down gently on the couch. Turning back to face the glass statue she began her stretches in preparation for her dance practice.

Some things never change over the years she thought with a sad smile before she turned her whole focus to each of her bodies movements as she started her daily dance for her father.