Name:Gwyneth Idris
Nickname/Alias:Crimson Princess of Hell, Gwynny, Hot-Head
Age:That's confidential 22
Gender:Female
Allegiance:Night Raid
Personality:If there were words to describe Gwyneth, it would be "cold but hot". She has a calm and patient demeanor, and it's incredibly hard to make her angry, but if someone achieves the great feat of doing it, fire will rain from the sky. She also has some sorts of knighthood code, and is willing to be respectful to a certain degree with even the lowest scum of hearth, but that's how she was raised and won't have a second thought if it comes to slaughtering someone because it deserved it. Gwyneth is also very laid-back and isn't willing to show her feelings to others, but she respect and loves her friends like brothers and sisters.
Sometimes it's very hard for her to kill someone who didn't necessarily do something bad, but it's working with the enemy, and the assassin part of her is overwhelmed by the knightly one. Gwyneth has a good heart and tries to lead the correct people in the right way when she has the opportunity, but will still make sure that the missions go well if she isn't successful.
Likes:Cool weapons, cats, fighting strong opponents
Dislikes:Spiders, evil people, cold
Fears:Being left alone, losing someone
Bio:The earliest memories of Gwyneth come in the form of her training with her fater, as her mother died when giving birth to her. Since she was a little girl she always was thaught in the art of fighting, but always to protect others and not to seek battles willingly. Her father was a general of the empire, and a very respected man amongst the soldiers and the people, as he fought against the western kingdom in the front lines. Gwyneth always looked up to him, seeing him as a source of inspiration and honor. They lived a peaceful life, or that was until the man was framed with a long-
long list of crimes that he obviously didn't commit. Gwyneth was 16 at that time, and she was sure that her father wouldn't be punished by such ridicule accusation, but unfortunately that wasn't the case. The girl witnessed how they hung up the man who raised her, along with other generals that were framed of the same things. She was the only one crying. Others just laughed, or painted evil smirks on their faces. Gwyneth couldn't believe it, her father was a symbol of hope for the people out there, and his life was snuffed out in a few minutes like nothing. She couldn't have any moment to cope, as her house was assaulted days later by men dressed in the imperial uniforms. The girl was confused and scared, as they were the same men of her father. They were
sold, they were corrupted by the new empire, going so far as to kill her father and go like nothing happened.
Not wasting any time to let them do anything, she escaped and ran as fast as her legs could carry her, outside of the palace and into the slums. She had lost them way back, but Gwyneth kept running, ending up outside of the capital. Lost and weakened, the blonde limply walked through a nearby forest in the middle of the night. Her vision was obscured, and her body almost unresponsive. But in a sudden moment, darkness transformed into an incandescent orange light before her. She saw a small altar before her, bathed in the light of the moon. In the center of said altar was embedded a black sword. The longer she looked at it, the more empowered she felt. It was like the weapons was drawing her at it. She slowly walked into the center of the altar, and almost unconsciously, she placed her hands on the rather big hilt. The ancient weapon started to exude a orange glow, very akin to flames, which wrapped the youngster's body. Soon enough, the sword whispered its name to the girl, in a voice so reassuring yet strong that she couldn't help but shiver:
"Laevateinn"And then, the sword was already in her hands, flames as hot as the sun dancing across its edge. She understood that this was a new chance, a chance to take revenge and bring upmost justice upon the demons that plague the capital and prey on the innocents. The same demons that ruined her life, and claimed the one of her progenitor. She swore in that altar, under the name of her father, that she would turn the empire to ashes, and scorch in deadly flames the parasitical evil that embedded itself onto the capital and its citizens. Without any further delay, she walked steadily with direction to the south. Rumors said that the Revolutionary Army was there, after all...
Over the years, the empire came to know her as the "Crimson Princess of Hell" due to her powers, and wanted posters were rapidly spread over thanks to her continuous attacks against the Capital.
Imperial Arms: Crimson Apocalypse: LaevateinnImperial Arms Description:It was made of the bones, lungs and heart of an Ultra-class black dragon that lived in the eastern part of the empire. The bones were used as the base of the sword, making it extremely durable, while the lungs and heart were used as the core of the Imperial Arms, granting the weapon the power to "breathe" fire, and giving it its characteristical obsidian color. Its abilities are:
(If Gwyneth uses any of these abilities, the other one can't be used in the same tame it takes to recharge the one she used)
