Name: Shakti
Age: n/a
Attire/Appearance: At present, Shakti has no corporeal form. It appears as a dark featureless body in the shadows with shafts of pure light for eyes. Its frame is compact and, when fully in view, it rises to 7' tall. By the clean and brutally deep slashes it leaves on its victims, one might assume it has talons that most closely resemble finely-sharped blades. It moves inhumanly fast as well.
Race: Cursed Spirit
Gender: None
Occupation: n/a
Location: Within a 5' radius of Casara Talbot
A Brief History: Shakti's history is closely intertwined with men. Men seeking to make sacrifice to the gods overtook a small village whose name has been long forgotten, and they razed it to the ground. They murdered the inhabitants, and took a small girl hostage. She became the embodiment of their sacrifice: mutilated, brutalized, violated, and left to die on a makeshift altar in the middle of the carnage, covered in her own blood, and filled with hatred. It was for this broken being that Shakti first emerged, using her blood as a portal between this world and the next. It had a form then, a being with slate gray skin, like a living statue, with black-feathered wings in the form of angels the girl had heard of in stories long ago. It carried her to safety and left her high in an enclave amongst the cliffs. She was mute, but Shakti didn't need her voice to respond to her, only her deepest desires.

For all that had been done to his master, Shakti returned in kind, leaving the village in tact, and the entrails of its inhabitants in the center.

Shakti cared for its master until she passed away of her injuries days later. Unbeknownst to Shakti and its late master, the guardian had not slaughtered the entirety of the village. Those who returned to the horror cried for the blood of the demon that had accomplished it, and called upon their mystics to bind it. They found the summoned being at the site of the lost village, having just finished burying its master in her homeland. Their mystics cursed the being to a torturous other realm, where its essence would be twisted and its mind broken.

The story became legend, and the legend diluted by retelling. It was said that at a place of great massacre, sacrificing an innocent soul lost in her anguish would bring forth a great demon to enslave and use in war.

In a more recent time, the dark ritual prescribed was performed in hopes of gaining a weapon to use, though it was performed ineptly. They released the guardian spirit and it attached upon its new master --- whom they had not expected to be their intended sacrifice. Shakti was bound without full form to the girl, Casara Talbot, and avenged her before her eyes. It had lost its essence, though, and saw nothing but evil to slaughter in everything near it. Aeons of suffering had left it uncertain of its true nature, a spirit of justice and retribution, and it became instead a plight upon Casara, attacking anyone who came near by night, even tormenting her mind in its own suffering.

Other: At present, Shakti can only manifest close to its master, and only in shadow. Its master, Casara, has begun to tame it simply by her virtuous spirit, tempering a murderous rage and desire to fulfill a purpose it has forgotten.