The sun began to sink below the horizon as she sat on the edge of the cliff overlooking the ocean. Her legs dangled over the edge, her tall, brown boots covering her shins and her shorts not quite reaching her knees. She wore her big, black hat low over her face, covering her eyes. Her dark brown hat sported a long feather from an albatross. Her long brown hair waving in the cool sea breeze. She pulled out her rapier and admired the blade, cleaning it with a cloth as she did so. She sheathed her sword and leaned over the edge, staring into the crashing waves below. A tear fell from her cheek into the ocean.
The sun sank below the horizon and moon rose high into the sky. The girl perked up and turned her head slightly to listen more clearly. The sound of heavy footsteps filled her ears. She turned to face her observer only to find herself staring down a Grimm, an Ursa by the look of it. It stared her down and growled ferociously. She re-drew her sword and crouched down and closed her eyes. The Ursa bowed its head and began to charge towards her. She stood her ground before jumping high into the air. She slashed her sword in the direction of the Ursa, causing a red beam of light to slice through the skin of the Ursa. It hit the ground with a thud, in half. She landed in the same position she had before. She admired her blade.
"Oh I just cleaned you." She exclaimed as she pulled out her cloth and began cleaning it again. She sat down on the edge of the cliff again, cleaning her blade as she did so. Surrounding her were piles of corpses of Grimm, all sliced in half. She turned to look at all of them. She chuckled slightly then resumed cleaning her blade.
This girl, is Luna Piraté.