Appearance:


Name / Alias: Skeitha / Blaze
Age: 31

Occupation: Weapon master

Enclave location: Fallen Kindgom of Rakashia

Personality: Skeitha is a veteral soldier through and through. She had lived through countless battles and survived where many others fell. She takes that fact not as great as many other do. She often blames herself for not being able to safe some of her comrades. As such she tends to talk little with people she meets for first time. Not that she keeps quiet, she just doesn’t go into too much mindless chatter with them. If she talks to someone it’s to get to know them.

She also likes to keep the place around herself organized, thus her things are always neatly placed in her backpack and that extends to her clothing too. Cleaned, well put on and without any visible wear and tear.

When in battle she often turns into personification of a true warrior. Her expression is stoic as she swings her sword-staff around her. Her battle shouts are strong and clear, capable of being heard in great distances if she has to raise morale. Additionally she tends to help her allies a lot, even to the point of pushing them out of the way and receiving a great injury if needs be.

Her most favorite thing is to stay somewhere, listening to the rain. If there is rain, she can sit in one place for the whole day, just listening to it. It makes her relax like nothing else can anymore. She also has troubles sleeping, due nightmares that plague her often. That is the reason why she started drinking a lot.(Besides just enjoying a good drink every now and then).

Likes:
Reading
Alcohol
Weapons
Peace
Rain

Dislikes:
Undead
Thieves
Chaos
Darkness

Deity: Krias, the blood god.

Abilities:
Blood sense – the most basic of Skeitha’s abilities, she can see the flow of blood around her. Nothing alive can escape her notice in a few meters area around herself, it doesn’t work on undead for obvious reasons.
Blood will. – the second of her abilities, she can manipulate her own blood outside her body. Force it to float around and take shapes or manipulate it at will.
Blood blaze – that’s her main combat ability against the undead, Skeitha can set her own blood ablaze in magical flames, good against the undead. She likes to coat her weapon with her second ability and then set it on fire.
Blood puppet – This is one of her less liked abilities and one that takes a huge toll on her body every time she uses it. At the cost of a lot of blood, she can have the said blood infiltrate enemy dead body and briefly animate it to fight for her. Coupled with Blood blaze and she can turn an enemy undead into fire bomb to send against his brethren.

All of Skeitha’s abilities rely on her own blood, as such along with the abilities granted by her deity, she also received additional blessing that has her body store greater amount of blood than normal humans. Otherwise she will die quite fast due her constant lack of blood. With this additional blood, she can easily use her lesser abilities more freely. Also again because of that blessing, her blood is universal donor, in case someone is wounded and is bleeding out, she can use her abilities to transfuse blood to him.

Skills: She is a master warrior and her weapon of choice is the sword-staff. A hybrid between sword and polearm. It provides excellent range and enough versatility. Skeitha has excelent mobility since she doesn't wear armor. The armor just collides with her blood abilities.
Besides her combat skill, she is ample cook, alchemist and writer(oddly enough). She likes to write dark and grim stories.

Background: Skeitha was born in the now fallen kingdom of Rakashia. It was one of the countries to fall to the undead menace before the paladins could safe it and now, well there was no point in recapturing a land full of death.

Rakashia was a beautiful country, entirely stationed in a mountain terrain, that was also part of the reason why no one saw the danger before it was already swarming the streets. Skeitha was a guard captain at the time, one of the youngest to take that duty, but she like the rest of her people couldn’t react in time. They managed to buy some civilians a breather, but eventually the city that was under her protection fell, along with all other countries in the state.

From a young age she had displayed the gifts of her patron god, but never had she felt a great need to use them, to the point where she finally had to face down the hordes of the dead. She fought, she bled and she destroyed, but no end came. Eventually she joined the paladins and took a station at the edge of the fallen kingdom. Standing guard at her fallen land of birth, serving as a wall against any undead that tries to make it’s way through forwards. Many fought side by side with her. Most of those did not return to their homes, thus she gathered the memories of those unfortunates. In her she carries a small book at all times. It holds the name of every person that died in battle with her against the hordes of dead.