You can hear the very darkness that has consumed her soul in her quest for vengeance. She deals in threats, insults, blackmail, curses, and worse. She speaks coldly, bluntly, and with barely suppressed rage and despair. There is a real hardness to it, a steel as unyielding and fierce as any sword. The Velvet Crowe who once felt sorry for a boar’s family is no more.
She breaks out of prison, finds some unlike-minded companions and makes her way across a terrified world, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. When we see Velvet again, she is battered, torn, and just as enraged as the day her life became hell. And there she festers for three long years, feeding on other daemons that are thrown down into her cell. When she awakes, she is at the bottom of a prison pit, and her left arm is replaced by a fearsome red daemon’s claws. As she falls into a black oblivion, she tastes the agony of losing her beloved brother and the bitterness of betrayal. Screaming in anguish and disbelief, she tries to drag Laphicet out of the pit he was thrown into, but Arthur cuts off her left arm. On the night of the blood-red moon, Arthur, her respected brother-in-law, betrays the family and sacrifices Laphicet to the gods in front of her very eyes. He means the world to her, and you can sense it in her loving tone and she speaks to him, or speaks about him. And more obvious than anything else is how much she loves her frail younger brother, Laphicet. When she speaks, you can feel the gentleness in her voice, the uplifting lilt of a little hope, the soft rounding off of the vowels in the Japanese syllabary. She dreams of her brother becoming well enough to travel the world, and maybe setting up a Quiche shop with her friend Niko. She cooks, she cleans, she shops, she nurses her chronically sick brother, and can rattle off 10 different uses of water after it’s been used to wash rice. Her family, which she has effectively been in charge of since her elder sister was killed seven years ago. She studies martial arts under her brother-in-law, Arthur, and hunts boars on the outskirts of her village to provide for her family.
Velvet Crowe is fundamentally gentle, but by no means sheltered.
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