Name: Frey Varia
Age: 26
Appearance: A huge hulking knight wearing pure white armor. The armor is many layers thick on its own, and it has to have been made using skystone because no human could possibly move encased in such thick armor. The armor makes its wearer about three feet thick from chest to back, and almost eight feet tall. Beneath the armor -- a place of myth and legend that few truly know -- lays its wearer: Frey Varia. Though there's no way to know it through the armor, Frey is female. She stands seven feet tall, has a thin build, dark brown skin, pure white hair that reaches the small of her back, and blood red eyes. She has a white tattoo that covers her entire body. The left side of her face is the right side of an owl's face, with her eye also being the owl's eye. The bird's wing is outstretched across her chest, and its long, flowing tail feathers run down her left leg. In the owl's talon, right about at her pelvis, is clutched a snake. The snake's white scaled body covers most of the right side of her body, anywhere not occupied by the owl, and it's head covers the right side of her face. The serpent's open mouth stands poised to strike, teeth above and below her right eye. The entire thing is quite beautiful. It's a pity she usually covers it up with her armor. On the occasion she's actually not wearing her armor, her clothing of choice is usually a simple red dress cut into strips at the bottom to allow for freedom of movement.
Country of origin: Osmad, but she's Danlith
Background: Frey has lived a life without regrets. Everything considered, she'd say it's been fun. Born to a far-too-young prostitute, Frey never once met her mother, nor would she particularly care to. She quickly learned to protect herself as a young girl stealing food and water just to survive on the streets of Orunmila, but not quickly enough. She knows that she's broken, and she's never pretended to be anything else. And then once she was fully able to protect herself in her harsh little world, she sold herself into prostitution for the money. She seduced her way into the lives of countless wealthy homes, but that was merely step one. Come step two, she killed them all and took anything she could get away with. Nineteen wealthy men dead. She'd made herself known, and soon after the offers trickled through to her, asking for her to kill again. Her prices rose with each kill, until the only currency she accepted was skystone. They always paid, no matter how high her prices got because that was the only way they survived. Anyone who couldn't pay was an easy target for an enemy who could. Frey Varia was a bloody empire of one, and this was all before her twenty-second year.
And then soldiers came for her and Frey went underground. The next year was when the White Knight started popping up, but no one connected the dots until he took off his helmet and someone got a good look at his face, or rather, her face. Frey Varia had gone from being an assassin for hire to a sword for hire. She’d gotten one thing right though: a bigger sword does make the soldiers less likely to want to chase you.
Weapon(s): Cataclysm - A ridiculously, unnecessarily, unreasonably MASSIVE blade, roughly in the shape of a giant executioner's blade. Barring the swords of legend, Cataclysm may be the most expensive sword that is actually used for what it was made to do. Cataclysm is nearly useless against a single, small opponent, but that wasn't what it was made for. It was made to bring armies to their knees, to reduce castle walls to rubble, to kill dozens in a single deadly pass. Frey refuses to divulge who made the blade for her, but it truly is a feet of engineering. A skystone core encased in layer after layer of steel makes the blade much lighter than it should be and is the only reason a human could possibly lift the huge blade.
Twin rapiers for when her opponent isn't Goliath or for some strange reason doesn't run at the sight of the completely-useless-against-a-single-target Cataclysm. And for when she's not wearing her armor.