Rose BlackThorne
"SHUT UP!" She screams at the top of her lungs, dropping to her knees. "I SAID SHUT UP!" She was vaguely aware of the awkward stares from the crowd around her, but she was hardly concerned. Her hands clutched her head, pleading with the voice in her head to leave her alone. Alas, the god's voice remained, echoing within her and drowning out all other thoughts.
She doesn't remember her old name, but remembers how she looked. She remembered her blue eyes, the way her firey red hair fell down her shoulders. But, she never has time to think it about it now.
When she was young, she was possessed by a rogue god. He used her body to do as he wished in this world, but this could only last for so long. While this unnamed god used her body, she was still very conscious within it. She could only helplessly sit and watch as the god murdered, pillaged, and wrecked havoc in various countries. After 15 years or so, the gods power started to wane. She managed, through sheer power of will, to take control of her body once again. However, the god still speaks within her mind, urging her to give up and relinquish control to him once again. . .
This possession has perks, however few. A crow, which she has named Muglin, functions as her companion in life. On top of that, the god's power gives her enhanced eyesight and relfexes. She is a pacifist at heart, but fights with twin daggers if her life is truly in danger. Magic wise, it is more stealth than fireballs and explosions and offense. She blends with the shadows, and her footsteps are impossible to hear by anyone but the trained ear.
(Yay.)
"SHUT UP!" She screams at the top of her lungs, dropping to her knees. "I SAID SHUT UP!" She was vaguely aware of the awkward stares from the crowd around her, but she was hardly concerned. Her hands clutched her head, pleading with the voice in her head to leave her alone. Alas, the god's voice remained, echoing within her and drowning out all other thoughts.
She doesn't remember her old name, but remembers how she looked. She remembered her blue eyes, the way her firey red hair fell down her shoulders. But, she never has time to think it about it now.
When she was young, she was possessed by a rogue god. He used her body to do as he wished in this world, but this could only last for so long. While this unnamed god used her body, she was still very conscious within it. She could only helplessly sit and watch as the god murdered, pillaged, and wrecked havoc in various countries. After 15 years or so, the gods power started to wane. She managed, through sheer power of will, to take control of her body once again. However, the god still speaks within her mind, urging her to give up and relinquish control to him once again. . .
This possession has perks, however few. A crow, which she has named Muglin, functions as her companion in life. On top of that, the god's power gives her enhanced eyesight and relfexes. She is a pacifist at heart, but fights with twin daggers if her life is truly in danger. Magic wise, it is more stealth than fireballs and explosions and offense. She blends with the shadows, and her footsteps are impossible to hear by anyone but the trained ear.
(Yay.)
