Lioness of Glory
Nightmare: Inferno Rider
Inferno Rider
Impermanence Heron
Story & Voice
Lore beats, character story moments, and voice lines to learn more about Lupa.
Character Story
1Burning Inside
Summers stretched on endlessly, the heat so intense that even the lake seemed to boil. But the children of Septimont hardly cared. Far away, in the city atop Capitoline Hill, the Great Agon was about to begin. The village had rarely produced a Gladiator skilled enough to enter the match, but the excitement still pulsed through the air. Even the children couldn't resist picking up weapons and staging their mock battles in celebration.
Lupa was called home halfway through one of those kids' Agons.
Stepping through the door, she was greeted by the same old conversation. Her parents asked if she would be willing to move to Capitoline Hill. She said yes. They asked if she would be willing to become a Gladiator since she showed signs of being a Resonator. And again, she said yes. These questions had been repeated many times, and her answers stayed the same. Yet each time, her parents seemed relieved, as if they feared she might someday refuse, even though she never had.
Then the usual arguments began. Should they try to mend ties with the House of Silva, who had once turned their backs on them in their darkest hour? Or should they start over somewhere new? Whenever they spoke of that glittering city on the hill, and the House they once served, their voices would take on a tone—one caught between yearning for acceptance and fearing for rejection, just like when they spoke to Lupa about her future.
Lupa sat for a while, listening. When it became clear her parents had drifted into their own quarrels again, forgetting she was even there, she quietly got up, stepped outside, and made her way back to her arena. The stifling heat inside her body seemed to cling, heavy and wet, growing larger as it loomed over her. It burned in her veins, a restless, humid anger that only grew hotter. It drove her forward, made her run faster, strike harder, and lunge at her opponent with everything she had.
And it was then that she heard the gasps from the crowd.
Lupa looked down and saw flames spilling from her limbs, fierce and untamed, curling to engulf her whole.
2Up On the Hill
White stone walls, the crisp chime of windbells, and sculptures of heroes at every turn—the city was a dazzling spectacle. But what captivated Lupa most was the most common sight in the city, the Gladiators. Their weapons, their
But that didn't happen. Instead, her parents led her to the Silva estate, where many other young hopefuls like her stood waiting.
Match after grueling match, Lupa fought. Until at last, teeth gritted and spear clutched tight, she stepped over her fallen rivals into the Silva's grand hall.
That was when Domina Julia singled her out from the crowd.
Lupa stepped forward and found herself pinned by the Domina's sharp gaze. Those clear green eyes were like deep, fathomless wells, weighing her worth as a potential asset. Instinct made her glance back, but her parents were already gone, their figures swallowed by the shadows.
They had likely received a reward generous enough to drown any guilt over abandoning their own child.
However, Lupa didn't linger in sorrow. The packed schedules and the endless social obligations allowed no room for grief. Soon enough, Domina Julia thrust her debut match into the spotlight. And her voice, whatever it might have been, was lost beneath the thunder of the roaring crowd, swallowed by silence.
3The Lone Wolf
She stood there for a moment, dazed, before moving forward through the unlit room. Her Forte had gifted her with many things: fire, a sharpened sense of smell, and the ability to see in the dark. Without hesitation, Lupa made her way to a chair and sat down, settling quietly into the darkness.
"Well," she thought, "the Domina or manager will send someone new soon."
This farce was finally over.
They had found the mole, the one leaking the team secrets, the source of the rumors. Julia wasn't one for mercy. Therefore, that former teammate who sold them out would likely be barred from setting foot on any arena of Capitoline Hill for a very long time.
Over the years, as Lupa's fame grew, her teammates had come and gone. Some couldn't keep up with the way she fought. Others were dismissed simply because Julia didn't like them. A few, like her former teammate, had come with ill intent from the very start. And then there were those who... simply couldn't stand how the crowd's cheers always found her, leaving them forgotten in her shadow.
Lupa had tried to say something about it, but she quickly learned that even the act of "trying to say something" could cut like blades.
Maybe it was because she had never truly been in their shoes. After all, she had never tasted failure. Or maybe it was that unspoken "You'll never know what it feels like," and the fact that, when the dust settled, she was always the one who came out ahead.
Eventually, Lupa learned to stay silent.
After sitting there a while longer, she got up and walked over to the cabinet where the match recordings were kept. From the shelves, she pulled out one particular recording she had watched many times before. Perhaps it was a kind of self-consolation, clinging to the idea that even those without talent could still find joy in the arena, even though the Gladiator in that recording didn't last long and disappeared from the arena all too suddenly.
The light from Breen the Screen cast flickering shadows across Lupa's face, leaving deep, hollowed patches of darkness behind.
4The Nameless
Her legs were leaden, her memories fraying at the edges. Even piecing together a complete thought was becoming a struggle. Sometimes, when Cartethyia spoke to her, she had to pause for a long while before she could muster a reply.
This brief journey was likely nearing its end.
Septimont, her city, the city of splendor, now drenched in the Dark Tide… The Nameless no longer knew if it could still be saved. Maybe the investigation they were clinging to was already doomed to fail. Cartethyia didn't think so, but the Nameless could no longer hold on. That nauseating sensation of the cold sea creeping up from within her was growing through her bones and blood, slowly turning her into something else.
The good news was that she could feel her existence weakening. Perhaps she could simply fade away before she was completely possessed by the Dark Tide. At least then she'd spare Cartethyia that final burden.
When working alongside others, the Nameless was rarely the one being looked after. Now, this helplessness gnawed at her for the first time. Cartethyia had to slow down because of her. Shame burned inside the Nameless, but there was nothing she could do except hope—yes, hope that the Righteous One Cartethyia had trusted would arrive soon.
"Wish I could still be of use to my new friend here."
Gritting her teeth, she braced herself against her weapon and forced another step forward.
"Wish I could still do more..."
The Nameless lifted her head. Above her, a hero who had once claimed glory in the history of Septimont stood tall, spear in hand, gazing down. The stone-carved face seemed to hold a silent compassion, shielding her from the dark rain falling from the sky, offering a wordless shelter to those who came after.
5Big Little Things
Only the three of them would ever know the truth, but it truly was a winding, thrilling journey worthy of being told in an epic poem.
But as everything was settled and the tension finally eased, a faint, nagging worry began to stir again in Lupa's heart, a worry for {PlayerName}, her best teammate ever.
She had seen {PlayerName}'s strength firsthand. Saving Septimont would have been impossible without {PlayerName}'s help. But it was precisely because {PlayerName} had once again won so naturally that Lupa felt a new kind of unease. She was no stranger to victory, and she knew better than most the double-edged nature of constant triumph. After the winning streak, a true defeat—not just a minor stumble, but a real fall—could sometimes destroy a person.
True, {PlayerName} was formidable. Lupa couldn't imagine what kind of fate could bring {Male=him;Female=her} down. But if that day ever came...
Yet she had no words for that. All she could do was silently talk herself into believing that she would always be there, ready to offer help. Somehow, Lupa could feel that {PlayerName} was destined for something greater, something too vast to reach or change for her. Yes, some things were big, and others were little. Saving a city was a great thing. Winning a match, a small one...
...Or maybe not.
She never told {PlayerName}, but while saving the city had been a grand achievement, the short journey they had walked together had gifted her just as much. Even though for {PlayerName}, it had likely been no more than another easy victory, for Lupa, it meant a lot. When they won the semi-finals and leaned against each other for a brief moment in the waiting room, she was filled with a happiness she had never known before. It was exactly because {PlayerName} treated it as another effortless routine that hardly warranted a second thought, Lupa was able to savor that pure, unclouded joy of competition once again.
In that moment, the wild, restless flame that had always howled within her finally, at long last, fell silent.
Voice Lines
Thoughts: I
Ugh… I didn't expect the paparazzi to be on us during our stroll. A-actually, no, they weren't just after me, they wanted your picture too, Warrior. After all, you're a champion and the talk of the town now! But I bet you're not too keen on ending up in those gossip rags. Don't worry, I'll handle it tomorrow. Our good times are for us, and us alone!
Thoughts: II
Sparring with you always takes me back to my childhood. Back then, we'd fight with cardboard "weapons." No crowd, no cheers, no glory, just pure fun. Whether we won or lost, we'd always laugh and hug it out. Warrior… can I get a hug now, too?
Thoughts: III
You wish to try? Sure, go ahead! Here, take this comb, my assistant bought it. They say you need a whole collection for a tail like mine. Mmm… wow, you're really good at this! Even I can't run a comb through it like that... Why am I suddenly so sleepy...
Thoughts: IV
Being apart, going solo... I remember feeling a little uneasy. Cartethyia had passed the hope to you, and you entrusted it to me. It was a fight I had to win. I wasn't afraid of failure, but I knew that someone who couldn't face failure with dignity would never truly know victory. And... I was the "protagonist" you chose, wasn't I? I couldn't let you down.
Thoughts: V
I have received many honors, but the championship medal I won with you is the one I cherish the most. I love this city, the land it rests on, its sights, and its people. It is a place of glory and pride, of filth and despair, but I love it all. I don't suppose you can stay in Septimont forever, this is just a small part of your journey. But for me, it will burn like fire. No matter what darkness comes next, this memory will always light my way.
Lupa's Hobby
I love going to the Septimont baths after a training session. The warm water does wonders for easing weariness. You should give it a try.
Lupa's Trouble
Every winter, my tail becomes a hive of static... Very annoying when I'm grooming...
Favorite Food
A Saltimbocca made with fresh meat. I'm a Septimont traditionalist by palate, so a pinch of hot sauce is okay, but no weird sour cream. Don't be like the <te href=850097>Ragunnesi</te>!
Disliked Food
The "vittles." Oh, it means food cooked exclusively by <te href=850082>Echoes</te> sans human input. All "vittles" taste very bland... Do Septimont Echoes hate seasoning?
Ideals
I just want to enjoy the thrill of competition, win or lose. I can hear my heart pounding when I strike, weapon in hand, my cheeks burning as the crowd cheers... It's simple. Pure. No need for extra pomp or returns. The hard work, the strategy, the sacrifice... It's all worth it to feel that joy! Sticking with this for life won't be easy, but would I have to quit? Not a chance.
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Chat: I
This spear? It was a gift from Domina Julia... Yeah, the same weapon I carried into my very first match in Septimont. Back then, I was just a child with "some natural talent." She spotted me in the crowd and brought me into the limelight. So, in the following years, I turned a blind eye to the outrageous contract terms, willfully ignoring the fact that she sought to use me for her own gain. I used to believe her pride would hold her back, that it would stop her from crossing the line...
Chat: II
It's now all a blur to me... the memory of being trapped in that empty city... Walls crawling with Tidal Blight, monsters prowling the streets. Everyone had vanished without a trace. It was the lowest I'd ever seen Septimont. I couldn't bear to see such hellish sights. But I told myself, "I can still hold on." I had to keep going... keep searching for a way to save this city, no matter how many times it took.
About Cartethyia
In that empty city, Cartethyia was there for me during my most delirious and painful moments. At first, our conversations were a bit stiff. Guess she hadn't spoken to anyone in who knows how long. But as we spent more time together, I realized that she was actually easygoing and carefree. For someone like her, being trapped in one place for so long must've been unbearable... Now that our long journey is over, I hope my friend can fully enjoy this moment of peace.
About Augusta
Whenever I watch videos of the Ephor's past fights, I do wonder if she stepped into the arena for political reasons, or-or to prove herself. Whatever her reason, Augusta's rise to power was a good thing for Septimont. Change is always toughest at the beginning. And for that, I have respect for her.
About Iuno
A spirited, nimble girl... That's my impression of her. Once, I saw her sprint along the narrow bricks at the top of the high wall and leap onto a statue like a cat. No clue who was chasing her, but I cheered loudly along with everyone else at the foot of the wall!
About Brant
Many Gladiators of the Blue Furies come from the <te href=850108>Troupe of Fools</te>. I remember once, at Cliffside Harbor, I saw their captain leap off the deck just to hug his crew. They chattered on for a while, and then suddenly broke into song...!
About Mya
When I first saw the footage of Contender Mya, I was merely impressed by her raw, unfiltered determination. At the time, my team had some problems, and my teammates accused me of not understanding what it felt like to be left behind. Normally, I'd brush it off, but the sounds of sorrow grew louder and started to weigh on me. Strength, weakness, winning, losing... I began to question if I had only made it through by luck. But Mya has shown me the answer with her whole life. Victory is about giving everything you've got.
Birthday Wishes
Happy birthday, Fellow Warrior! Hahaha, did I scare you? How could I ever forget your special day? I've already set up a party at the Leonidas Hotel—whenever you return to Septimont, I'll be there waiting. Now, look out the window! These fireworks are for you. We Septimontians know how to put on a show, thanks to all the contests and celebrations we throw. Okay, let's kick things off with a cup of wheat juice! No? Seriously? Alright, fine. Then close your eyes and make a wish.
Idle: I
Oh? You're here!
Idle: II
In my previous match, I slipped and left an opening, but my opponent failed to notice. He gradually lost his advantage... and here, he started to panic, until... I knocked him down with a single blow!
Idle: III
(Effort sound)
Self-Introduction
Lupa, Gladiator of Septimont. Just ignore the attention, Warrior. This victory is ours to savor!
Greeting
Oh, is a new match calling?
Join Team: I
You called, Warrior?
Join Team: II
Time to hunt!
Join Team: III
I'm joining your battle.
Ascension: I
Our teamwork is getting better.
Ascension: II
Awesome! I'll record our training and savor every detail of it.
Ascension: III
Do I look overexcited? Because in truth, I am. All I want is to keep sparring with you.
Ascension: IV
More... Get me more... One more round, Warrior! I want a rematch!
Ascension: V
As we advance from one battle to the next, do you ever feel tired? I want to become stronger, wiser, and better. I want to be someone who's got your back, to be your... most trusted Fellow Warrior.
Heavy Attack: I
Time to fight!
Heavy Attack: II
All or nothing!
Heavy Attack: III
Let's start!
Resonance Skill: I
Caught you now!
Resonance Skill: II
I'll end you!
Resonance Skill: III
Face me coward!
Resonance Skill: IV
Lackluster.
Resonance Skill: V
I smell fear.
Resonance Skill: VI
Is that all?
Resonance Skill: VII
Break! Darkness.
Resonance Skill: VIII
Die! Evil.
Resonance Skill: IX
Flee! Filth.
Resonance Skill: X
Into the spotlight.
Resonance Skill: XI
Glory is upon us.
Resonance Skill: XII
Together, we howl.
Resonance Skill: XIII
Nice teamwork!
Resonance Skill: XIV
Timely support!
Resonance Skill: XV
Attack as one!
Resonance Liberation: I
Triumph at the speartip!
Resonance Liberation: II
The fight is on!
Resonance Liberation: III
With me, to victory!
Intro Skill: I
Cheer for me!
Intro Skill: II
Applaud for me!
Hit: I
Try that again!
Hit: II
Meaningless move.
Injured: I
Hah, that's some attack.
Injured: II
Now's the second half!
Injured: III
The shame...!
Fallen: I
A warrior... dies with honor.
Fallen: II
The scent of... Bloodleaf Viburnum...
Fallen: III
Does the Vale of Glory await me?
Echo Summon
With me!
Echo Transform
New tactic.
Enemies Near
I hear cowering prey.
Glider
Winds of the wild!
Sensor
Hiding there, huh?
Supply Chest: I
Prey secured!
Supply Chest: II
Heh, pretty good haul.
Supply Chest: III
You get first dibs!