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character: jeanne_d'arc_(fate), copyright: fate_(series) 1girl, solo, jeanne d'arc \(fate\), blonde hair, very long hair, absurdly long hair, single braid, braid, blue eyes, small ahoge, distinctive head ornament, metallic headpiece, silver circlet band across the brow, resolute expression, dignified, calm gaze, looking forward, looking to the side, standing, upright posture, hands clasped, gauntlet-clad hand on the back of the other, battlefield, mist, fog, haze, distant battlefield silhouette, dim light, side lighting, rim light, backlight, volumetric light, dusk, muted palette, from side, cowboy shot, three-quarter view, wind, hair blown to the side, serious, quiet resolve The camera sits low and off to her left, a three-quarter view at cowboy-shot framing: her boots planted wide on churned, trodden earth in the lower foreground, her body turned partway from the lens. She faces forward, out into the haze, chin level, and her gaze goes straight past the frame's edge, calm and narrowed, unfaltering. Her weight settles on her right leg, hip slung with it, the left knee slightly soft, shoulders drawn back so her spine reads as a single straight line; both hands close together in front of her waist, one gauntleted hand cupped over the back of the other, fingers laced, knuckles pale where she grips. Long blonde hair runs far past her waist, gathered into one heavy braid over her right shoulder; the wind rolls from the right and drags it outward, lifting loose strands clear of her shoulder, the braid's tip swinging slightly. A strand of the fringe shifts over her brow with a tiny sprig of ahoge at the crown, one small curl rising as though a breath could bend it. Her head is crowned by a distinctive, ornate metal headpiece: a silver band sweeping across her brow and lifted arcs on the sides, catching the light. Her expression remains still: a faint crease between the brows, eyelids lowered only a fraction, mouth closed in a firm straight line, no smile. Behind her the battlefield dissolves into drifting mist — deep fog layers shifting sideways under an unseen wind, faint drowned silhouettes of distant banners and low ridges falling away into the gray. A dim light enters from the right, low and cold and slightly warm at its edge, and the light there is the only source: it rakes across the right side of her face and the metal of the headpiece, leaves her left cheek and the far side of her body deep in shadow, and casts a long shadow that stretches left across the rutted ground. It sparks thin wet highlights along the braid's curve. The ground beneath her boots is mud and crushed grass. Her pallet is silver-gray, mud and blonde — a cold, quiet, muted tone. The light picks up several faint dust motes in the air near the lens, as if the space between her and the clogged horizon is filled with suspended ash.
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