Name: Kiora Smythe
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Weapons/Equipment/Armor:
The Bleeding Edge: A rather irregular longsword, the Bleeding Edge is a far cry from its name and weapons like Ruby's scythe. It looks old, more like something you'd see rusting on a museum shelf than a weapon actually used. The blade looks incredibly sharp, to be sure, but small dings and dents line the sides and edge. The guard appears to have been once a beautiful piece of craftsmanship but has been battered into a mere dark shadow of its old glory. Only the handle remains clean and beautiful, an emerald set in the gold pommel.
The Bleeding Edge has three capabilities: Firstly, it refuses to work for those it doesn't "know"- When a person cuts themselves willingly on the blade it works for them until they die, at which point it becomes free again.
Secondly, any blood shed by its master after the original naming ceremony because of it will heal wounds.
Finally, the blade will change its master's power while in use somewhat.
Semblance: Kiora's Aura can be used to heat up objects until they burst into flame and allow her to resist fire or cold temperatures. When using the Bleeding Edge she can channel intense beams of heat through it, though that power cannot be used without it.
Hobbies: Attempting to clean millennia of grime off of the Edge and training with it.
Bio: To be revealed. Nefarious, I'll be PM/emailing you soon.
Personality: Quiet most of the time, Kiora does speak when drawn out or driven to comment. She never goes anywhere without the Bleeding Edge, clinging to it like a dear friend. Sometimes she approaches an ordinary object with an almost childlike wonder, that quickly disappears when it's explained.
Her eyes look haunted when a blade gets close to her body, but everyone's would.
Right?
Appearance:
Under her clothes she has numerous scars, all of them merely white lines except for a huge white blotch on her solar plexus.
Post Sample:
Tick tock.
Kiora slept.
Tick tock.
Sand rushing down-
Tick.
Blade falling-
Tock.
She snapped awake, reaching to make sure the Edge was under her pillow. Kiora sliced the blade out quickly, tearing a tiny gash in the pillow next to numerous others. All identical, the name notch in the old weapon cutting it every night. Her heart beat in her ears, pulse quickening as she clutched the hilt-
A sigh and her head fell back onto her pillow, eyes on the ceiling.
Tick. Tock.