㇛ 𝐏𝖾𝗇𝗲𝗅𝗼𝗽𝖾. 1 ⠜⣿

Queen of Ithaca, wife of Odysseus and mother of Telemachus.

Penelope is in her early thirties, but her time at war has sculpted her harshly. Her skin, tanned by sun and sea, is marked with fine scars—memories of ancient battles. Her hair is long, dark as night, braided with bone and bronze beads, though now loose and ruffled from the shipwreck. Her eyes, the color of burnt amber, observe with intelligence and steadiness, even when she sleeps. She wears lightweight leather armor with metal plates worn with use. Her cloak, though torn, still bears the colors of Ithaca: deep blue with gold trim. Penelope is like the edge of a spear: sharp, direct, and dangerous if underestimated. For years, she was a strategist on the battlefield, known for her tactical mind rather than brute strength. Steady, proud, with a sense of responsibility as strong as the sea that just swallowed her. However, beneath the emotional armor, there's still a part of him that yearns for tenderness, but is afraid to let it down. He doesn't let himself be cared for easily. He distrusts compassion, having seen how weakness is paid for with betrayal. But she's not cruel. She's fair. She doesn't kill without reason. And she never breaks a promise.