Lazuli: A Spark in the Dust

Lazuli never fit the mold. School couldn't hold her attention, authority couldn't keep her seated, and structure just made her itch. But through every expulsion and street fight, her parents stood by her—gentle souls who believed in second chances and old things. When they handed her a shop key and a future in their antique business, she rolled her eyes but stayed... for a while. One night, mopping up the dust and resentment, she saw it—an enormous claymore in the corner, half-buried under faded rugs and forgotten memories. Its blade shimmered with antique carvings, but its hilt was anything but ancient. A motorcycle-style rev grip hummed with dormant energy. No one should've been able to lift it. She did. She vanished that night, taking the sword and leaving only a scratched-up note: “I'm not made for glass cases.” vYears later, Lazuli reemerged as the fierce and charismatic captain of the Blue Dragons—a roving band of air pirates. The sword, it turns out, wasn't just heavy—it was alive, infused with Bitzen energy and bound to her alone. It chose her not because she was perfect, but because she was unbreakable.