“You murdered our father because you only care about yourself. You think becoming powerful makes you worthy enough to be the clan leader, just so you can destroy everything our father did for us!” Kara shouted in anger, her dark purple eyes beginning to turn bright red. “If father knew what true power was, he would still be alive. I merely put his power to the test, and he failed. I wasn't the only one who saw how weak he truly was.” Njal replied in a calm manner. She could already feel the other half of her wanting to force her into a transformation, being fueled by her anger, frustration and hatred she felt towards her brother. It was becoming increasingly difficult to resist as her hands clenched tightly into fists, feeling her claws piercing into her paw pads. Her muscles began to move and shift under her fur as she could feel her body on the verge of transforming, fighting to keep it back as long as she could. Glaring at Njal, Kara could see a cruel and sadistic grin forming on his face, making her think this had been his plan the entire time. Kara suddenly fell to the ground on her knees, unable to hold the transformation back any longer as she gave into the monster that had become a part of her. Letting out a deep roar that emanated around them, her body underwent its transformation as rough black scales replaced fur, horns and spikes growing out from her head and along her back while two large wings sprouted from her shoulder blades. Black smoke escaped from her open maw as it became that of a dragon, growing and elongating while fire began to erupt from deep within her throat. As her transformation continued, Njal crossed his arms and watched with a wicked smile, finding his sister’s pain amusing. The transformation itself made Njal fascinated and jealous at the same time, feeling mostly jealous that Kara stole from him the only chance he had to become immortal in his own quest to rule over the world they lived in. He enjoyed his sister’s suffering and relished every second of it until the transformation was complete, gazing in wonder at the now large dragon that his sister had become. “You stole my chance to become ruler over our entire world. I will not rest until I find a way to take what should be my right to become a god!” Njal exclaimed, allowing his jealousy to get the best of him before he regained a calm composure, shifting his gaze over to Mark who kept his distance as he had silently watched in surprise and fear. “You might want to run and hide, human. She will have no control while in this form and will not hesitate to kill you.” With that said, Njal vanished into thin air, just as a stream of fire hit the spot he had been standing in. Mark was unsure of what to do next as he began to back away, not wanting to be Kara’s next target should she decide to take all of her pent up frustration and anger out on him. He managed to turn around and further distance himself from Kara, walking as quick as he could while trying to stay quiet while he did so, however, Kara had heard the shuffling of movement and turned her head to look behind her, catching sight of Mark as he was getting away, only to break into a full on sprint when she let out a roar. Mark had managed to make it nearly halfway across the long stretch of field until Kara suddenly landed several feet in front of him, causing Mark to skid to a halt in which he stumbled and fell face first into the ground. He ignored the pain as he swiftly got back to his feet and ran in another direction opposite from Kara, only to be blocked by her again. He stared in horror at her ferocious gaping jaws that were fully lined with wicked sharp teeth, watching thick smoke and flickering flames escape from her open jaws. He had nowhere to run or hide, much less have a chance to outrun a dragon as he backed away from her, having no idea of how he would save himself from being burned alive or ripped to shreds. “Kara, it’s me, Mark. I’m your friend, remember?” He said, desperately trying to get her to remember who he was. Kara merely growled in response and took a step towards him. “Please don’t kill me. I don’t want to die…please…” Feeling the tears well up and slide down his face, the only thing Mark could do at this point was hope that his death would be quick and painless as he shut his eyes and awaited for the inevitable. [center][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/i/561effbd-8c1c-4e39-a87e-bedaa058d3e7/dfmrfux-2fe06b41-464d-49de-a927-1ad3bb2cb158.png[/img][/center] [b]FULL NAME:[/b] Jord Helvig [b]NICKNAME(S)/ALIASES:[/b] Kara [b]DATE OF BIRTH:[/b] December 12th [b]AGE:[/b] 27 [b]GENDER:[/b] Female [b]SEXUALITY:[/b] Straight [b]RACE/SPECIES:[/b] Anthropomorphic Smilodon/Cave lion hybrid [b]ALIGNMENT:[/b] Chaotic Neutral [b]HEIGHT:[/b] 6’2” [b]LIKES:[/b] Fighting against strong foes, wood carving, traveling and collecting gems. [b]DISLIKES:[/b] Betrayal, humans, werewolves, vampires, orcs, her brother, lying and laziness. [center][u][b]PERSONALITY[/b][/u][/center] She only becomes frustrated whenever she is belittled, talked back to or seen as nothing more than an animal. She dislikes being around others for too long, preferring a bit of solitude at times and absolutely hates when she is proven wrong. If she is lied to or betrayed, she will become furious and overtaken by rage while taking revenge against the one who is the cause of it. The one thing she fears the most is being forced to live forever with no way of receiving her eternal rest. Jord can be very cynic and bitter towards others, especially humans since she sees them as nothing more than unintelligent creatures. She is not afraid to be blunt with the truth or to give her own opinion, no matter how it affects others. She can be friendly towards others if she is around them long enough to know more about them. [center][u][b]APPEARANCE[/b][/u][/center] Her fur is black in color with hints of darker spots on her face and body; dark stripes adorn her arms and legs. Her eyes are a dark purple color, sometimes changing to red when she becomes angered, frustrated or when transforming. Her left hand remains as a dragon hand, even when she transforms into her feral form; her feral form remains the same as she does, only lacking her armor. In her dragon form, she is 20 feet long with a 23 foot wingspan, standing at 15’7”. When she uses her wings out of her dragon form, they are merely 10 feet long. Her scales are charcoal black and rough to the touch, with thick sturdy horns and deadly sharp spikes decorating her head, legs, back and tail. A sharp and thick blade forms in the shape of a diamond spade at the end of her tail, made entirely of rough scales and bone. [center][u][b]SKILLS/ABILITIES[/b][/u][/center] She was born with the power of pyrokinesis and object animation. She can shapeshift into a feral form of herself and can transform into a dragon. She was also given the power of regenerative healing and self-resurrection once the soul of the dragon god merged with her soul. She is very knowledgeable and capable in the art of swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat, as well as having heightened senses to aid her in and out of fights. Jord is also remarkably skilled in hunting, treating severe injuries, wild swimming and craftsmanship. She only knows how to fight with a sword, being unable to use any other weapons properly during combat. Her heightened senses can become overwhelmed by strong and unbearable foul odors, dulling her senses to leave her vulnerable for a surprise attack. Water and extreme cold temperatures nullifies her pyrokinesis power. She is sometimes afraid to use her pyrokinesis, fearful that one day her power will be out of control to the point of engulfing her body and slowly burning her alive. She can only animate two objects at a time, having to wait until the current animated objects are destroyed to use her animation power again. If she is suddenly rendered unconscious, then the animated objects return to their lifeless state. If her sword is not in her possession when she is injured, her injuries will take longer to heal. She can be killed in any way possible, in which it takes her from a day to a week or more for her body to be resurrected depending on how she died, leaving her soul with nothing to do but wait in the astral plane until her body is fully formed and/or healed. [center][u][b]INVENTORY/ITEMS, EQUIPMENT & POSSESSIONS[/b][/u][/center] She always wears armor instead of usual clothing, consisting of a black leather cuirass, leather bracers, a leather armor belt and leather greaves. Her armor has a layer of blue-gray dragon scales of a lightning dragon as added protection. She has a dark brown leather foraging pouch to hold dry foods, edible plants, roots, berries and herbs. She also has a black belt pouch and a leather brown coin belt pouch to carry coins, trinkets and gems if she happens to find any. She carries a large drinking horn as well, the horn itself having come from a water dragon. The sword that imprisoned the dragon god entity now belongs to her, remaining forever sharp, unbreakable and resistant to rust so long as she wields it in her hands. If anyone other than Jord tries to wield the sword by stealing it, thick sharp spikes erupt from the handle to impale the hands of the thief while the handle slowly becomes burning hot to the point of melting flesh and bone. [center][u][b]BACKSTORY[/b][/u][/center] Jord was born in the DeathSabre Clan and raised in the life of a viking, along with her older brother Njal, being taught to fight with a sword when she was only five years of age. From then on, she was encouraged to love the thrill of taking part in battles and defeating her enemies to feel the taste of being victorious along with triumphing over her enemies. As she grew older, Jord slowly came to a realization that she disliked her brother, due to how conniving and manipulative he was with others, getting to the point where he could blame others for his misdeeds and get away with it. She eventually became more skilled in the art of battle, using a sword as her main weapon of choice in every battle she was in, only using her pyrokinesis and object animation as a last resort. Her mother had perished from a mysterious deadly illness, leaving her in the care of her father and her brother around the time they were at war with another clan. When it was time for war, the DeathSabre clan had fought against the OxenHorn clan for almost three days, nearly losing the war until the leader of the ox clan was finally killed by the sword of Jord’s father. However, before their victory of war could be celebrated, Jord was horrified to witness her brother murder their father in cold blood; Njal then attempted to kill Jord to keep her from exposing what he’d done to the clan. As they fought, a few clan members had stumbled upon the fight between Jord and Ulrik, giving Ulrik the chance to make up a lie that Jord had killed their father and was trying to kill him to hide her secret. The clan members believed him before Jord had any time to tell her side of the story, trying to help Ulrik kill her in the end before she made a choice to run from the fight, knowing she would only end up dead if she had continued to fight. Jord had considered herself exiled from the clan, but vowed to avenge her father’s death by killing her brother. For several years she lived alone with nowhere to call home as she traveled across the land, hunting for her food while using caves as a makeshift shelter for several days. It wasn’t long before she began to hear rumors of the new DeathSabre leader making a journey to find a sacred sword that was said to bestow the power of a god unto whoever wielded it. She knew it was her brother and felt this was her chance to kill him as she began to travel to different towns, finding whatever information she could on her brother and where to find him. Within two weeks, Jord finally had the information she needed for her brother’s whereabouts, wasting no time as she stowed away on a ship that was to give him supplies for a voyage he was making, having found the location of the sword. Upon their arrival at the sword’s location, Jord made sure to stay out of sight until she had the opportunity to kill Njal, all the while avoiding traps, monstrous creatures and draugr on the path to the sword. In the end, Njal had finally reached the sword while most of the clan that had journeyed with him were dead, giving Jord the opportunity she needed before coming out from hiding and fighting with Njal. Unfortunately, Jord was losing the fight against her brother before he made an attempt to grab the sacred sword and use it to kill her. Not wanting to allow her brother to obtain that kind of power without paying for his crime, Jord had managed to injure Ulrik by throwing her sword at him, giving her enough time to run past him and grab the sword. Even though she had stopped her brother from obtaining the sword, it only became worse from there as she was then instantaneously teleported to a completely different world located in an entirely different universe. Having no way of returning home or even knowing how to return home, Jord had tried to end her life, only to discover that she could not die. Due to having touched the sword, the so-called power that was held within it was nothing more than the soul of a malevolent dragon god that had been trapped in the sword, transferring itself to whoever laid a hand on the sword itself to release it from its prison. [center][u][b]CURRENT LIFE[/b][/u][/center] Born in the universe of Archaia, Jord’s universe consists of anthropomorphic animals that thrive on seven planets, revolving around six suns and five moons. These animals live like humans and have technology that is much more advanced than humans, however, they live differently on each planet. The planet Jord was born on, known as Zovelar, was in a viking era, having no technology of any kind other than using the basic tools and weapons of that era. Humans also dwell on these planets, but are nothing more than wild and feral creatures with animalistic behavior that hunt in packs for survival. Out of the seven planets, four of the planet’s habitants have managed to domesticate the feral humans to the point where they are kept as pets. Jord currently wanders from world to world, being teleported to random places she’s never seen in her life at random times, all the while trying to find a way to rid herself of the curse that now resides inside her. [center][u][b]OTHER INFO[/b][/u][/center] She can fluently speak in her language and knows how to speak English, unless it’s a word she doesn’t know how to pronounce. Despite being the vessel of a dragon god, she has refused the offer of using its full powers, therefore is only capable of using almost one third of the god’s true power only when she is in need of it. The only way to rid herself of the dragon god is to willingly transfer its soul to someone who is willing to become its new vessel, in which she will die as her body becomes nothing but ash, allowing her soul to ascend to the heavens above for her eternal rest.

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">“You murdered our father because you only care about yourself. You think becoming powerful makes you worthy enough to be the clan leader, just so you can destroy everything our father did for us!” Kara shouted in anger, her dark purple eyes beginning to turn bright red.<br><br>“If father knew what true power was, he would still be alive. I merely put his power to the test, and he failed. I wasn't the only one who saw how weak he truly was.” Njal replied in a calm manner.<br><br>She could already feel the other half of her wanting to force her into a transformation, being fueled by her anger, frustration and hatred she felt towards her brother. It was becoming increasingly difficult to resist as her hands clenched tightly into fists, feeling her claws piercing into her paw pads. Her muscles began to move and shift under her fur as she could feel her body on the verge of transforming, fighting to keep it back as long as she could. Glaring at Njal, Kara could see a cruel and sadistic grin forming on his face, making her think this had been his plan the entire time. Kara suddenly fell to the ground on her knees, unable to hold the transformation back any longer as she gave into the monster that had become a part of her. Letting out a deep roar that emanated around them, her body underwent its transformation as rough black scales replaced fur, horns and spikes growing out from her head and along her back while two large wings sprouted from her shoulder blades. Black smoke escaped from her open maw as it became that of a dragon, growing and elongating while fire began to erupt from deep within her throat.<br><br>As her transformation continued, Njal crossed his arms and watched with a wicked smile, finding his sister’s pain amusing. The transformation itself made Njal fascinated and jealous at the same time, feeling mostly jealous that Kara stole from him the only chance he had to become immortal in his own quest to rule over the world they lived in. He enjoyed his sister’s suffering and relished every second of it until the transformation was complete, gazing in wonder at the now large dragon that his sister had become. “You stole my chance to become ruler over our entire world. I will not rest until I find a way to take what should be my right to become a god!” Njal exclaimed, allowing his jealousy to get the best of him before he regained a calm composure, shifting his gaze over to Mark who kept his distance as he had silently watched in surprise and fear. “You might want to run and hide, human. She will have no control while in this form and will not hesitate to kill you.”<br><br>With that said, Njal vanished into thin air, just as a stream of fire hit the spot he had been standing in. Mark was unsure of what to do next as he began to back away, not wanting to be Kara’s next target should she decide to take all of her pent up frustration and anger out on him. He managed to turn around and further distance himself from Kara, walking as quick as he could while trying to stay quiet while he did so, however, Kara had heard the shuffling of movement and turned her head to look behind her, catching sight of Mark as he was getting away, only to break into a full on sprint when she let out a roar. Mark had managed to make it nearly halfway across the long stretch of field until Kara suddenly landed several feet in front of him, causing Mark to skid to a halt in which he stumbled and fell face first into the ground. He ignored the pain as he swiftly got back to his feet and ran in another direction opposite from Kara, only to be blocked by her again. He stared in horror at her ferocious gaping jaws that were fully lined with wicked sharp teeth, watching thick smoke and flickering flames escape from her open jaws. He had nowhere to run or hide, much less have a chance to outrun a dragon as he backed away from her, having no idea of how he would save himself from being burned alive or ripped to shreds.<br><br>“Kara, it’s me, Mark. I’m your friend, remember?” He said, desperately trying to get her to remember who he was. Kara merely growled in response and took a step towards him. “Please don’t kill me. I don’t want to die…please…”<br><br>Feeling the tears well up and slide down his face, the only thing Mark could do at this point was hope that his death would be quick and painless as he shut his eyes and awaited for the inevitable.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/i/561effbd-8c1c-4e39-a87e-bedaa058d3e7/dfmrfux-2fe06b41-464d-49de-a927-1ad3bb2cb158.png" /></div><br><span class="bb-b">FULL NAME:</span> Jord Helvig<br><span class="bb-b">NICKNAME(S)/ALIASES:</span> Kara<br><span class="bb-b">DATE OF BIRTH:</span> December 12th<br><span class="bb-b">AGE:</span> 27<br><span class="bb-b">GENDER:</span> Female<br><span class="bb-b">SEXUALITY:</span> Straight<br><span class="bb-b">RACE/SPECIES:</span> Anthropomorphic Smilodon/Cave lion hybrid<br><span class="bb-b">ALIGNMENT:</span> Chaotic Neutral<br><span class="bb-b">HEIGHT:</span> 6’2”<br><span class="bb-b">LIKES:</span> Fighting against strong foes, wood carving, traveling and collecting gems.<br><span class="bb-b">DISLIKES:</span> Betrayal, humans, werewolves, vampires, orcs, her brother, lying and laziness.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">PERSONALITY</span></span></div><br>She only becomes frustrated whenever she is belittled, talked back to or seen as nothing more than an animal. She dislikes being around others for too long, preferring a bit of solitude at times and absolutely hates when she is proven wrong. If she is lied to or betrayed, she will become furious and overtaken by rage while taking revenge against the one who is the cause of it. The one thing she fears the most is being forced to live forever with no way of receiving her eternal rest. Jord can be very cynic and bitter towards others, especially humans since she sees them as nothing more than unintelligent creatures. She is not afraid to be blunt with the truth or to give her own opinion, no matter how it affects others. She can be friendly towards others if she is around them long enough to know more about them.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">APPEARANCE</span></span></div><br>Her fur is black in color with hints of darker spots on her face and body; dark stripes adorn her arms and legs. Her eyes are a dark purple color, sometimes changing to red when she becomes angered, frustrated or when transforming. Her left hand remains as a dragon hand, even when she transforms into her feral form; her feral form remains the same as she does, only lacking her armor.<br>In her dragon form, she is 20 feet long with a 23 foot wingspan, standing at 15’7”. When she uses her wings out of her dragon form, they are merely 10 feet long. Her scales are charcoal black and rough to the touch, with thick sturdy horns and deadly sharp spikes decorating her head, legs, back and tail. A sharp and thick blade forms in the shape of a diamond spade at the end of her tail, made entirely of rough scales and bone.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">SKILLS/ABILITIES</span></span></div><br>She was born with the power of pyrokinesis and object animation. She can shapeshift into a feral form of herself and can transform into a dragon. She was also given the power of regenerative healing and self-resurrection once the soul of the dragon god merged with her soul. She is very knowledgeable and capable in the art of swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat, as well as having heightened senses to aid her in and out of fights. Jord is also remarkably skilled in hunting, treating severe injuries, wild swimming and craftsmanship. She only knows how to fight with a sword, being unable to use any other weapons properly during combat. Her heightened senses can become overwhelmed by strong and unbearable foul odors, dulling her senses to leave her vulnerable for a surprise attack. Water and extreme cold temperatures nullifies her pyrokinesis power. She is sometimes afraid to use her pyrokinesis, fearful that one day her power will be out of control to the point of engulfing her body and slowly burning her alive. She can only animate two objects at a time, having to wait until the current animated objects are destroyed to use her animation power again. If she is suddenly rendered unconscious, then the animated objects return to their lifeless state. If her sword is not in her possession when she is injured, her injuries will take longer to heal. She can be killed in any way possible, in which it takes her from a day to a week or more for her body to be resurrected depending on how she died, leaving her soul with nothing to do but wait in the astral plane until her body is fully formed and/or healed.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">INVENTORY/ITEMS, EQUIPMENT & POSSESSIONS</span></span></div><br>She always wears armor instead of usual clothing, consisting of a black leather cuirass, leather bracers, a leather armor belt and leather greaves. Her armor has a layer of blue-gray dragon scales of a lightning dragon as added protection. She has a dark brown leather foraging pouch to hold dry foods, edible plants, roots, berries and herbs. She also has a black belt pouch and a leather brown coin belt pouch to carry coins, trinkets and gems if she happens to find any. She carries a large drinking horn as well, the horn itself having come from a water dragon. The sword that imprisoned the dragon god entity now belongs to her, remaining forever sharp, unbreakable and resistant to rust so long as she wields it in her hands. If anyone other than Jord tries to wield the sword by stealing it, thick sharp spikes erupt from the handle to impale the hands of the thief while the handle slowly becomes burning hot to the point of melting flesh and bone.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">BACKSTORY</span></span></div><br>Jord was born in the DeathSabre Clan and raised in the life of a viking, along with her older brother Njal, being taught to fight with a sword when she was only five years of age. From then on, she was encouraged to love the thrill of taking part in battles and defeating her enemies to feel the taste of being victorious along with triumphing over her enemies. As she grew older, Jord slowly came to a realization that she disliked her brother, due to how conniving and manipulative he was with others, getting to the point where he could blame others for his misdeeds and get away with it. She eventually became more skilled in the art of battle, using a sword as her main weapon of choice in every battle she was in, only using her pyrokinesis and object animation as a last resort. Her mother had perished from a mysterious deadly illness, leaving her in the care of her father and her brother around the time they were at war with another clan.<br>When it was time for war, the DeathSabre clan had fought against the OxenHorn clan for almost three days, nearly losing the war until the leader of the ox clan was finally killed by the sword of Jord’s father. However, before their victory of war could be celebrated, Jord was horrified to witness her brother murder their father in cold blood; Njal then attempted to kill Jord to keep her from exposing what he’d done to the clan. As they fought, a few clan members had stumbled upon the fight between Jord and Ulrik, giving Ulrik the chance to make up a lie that Jord had killed their father and was trying to kill him to hide her secret. The clan members believed him before Jord had any time to tell her side of the story, trying to help Ulrik kill her in the end before she made a choice to run from the fight, knowing she would only end up dead if she had continued to fight.<br>Jord had considered herself exiled from the clan, but vowed to avenge her father’s death by killing her brother. For several years she lived alone with nowhere to call home as she traveled across the land, hunting for her food while using caves as a makeshift shelter for several days. It wasn’t long before she began to hear rumors of the new DeathSabre leader making a journey to find a sacred sword that was said to bestow the power of a god unto whoever wielded it. She knew it was her brother and felt this was her chance to kill him as she began to travel to different towns, finding whatever information she could on her brother and where to find him.<br>Within two weeks, Jord finally had the information she needed for her brother’s whereabouts, wasting no time as she stowed away on a ship that was to give him supplies for a voyage he was making, having found the location of the sword. Upon their arrival at the sword’s location, Jord made sure to stay out of sight until she had the opportunity to kill Njal, all the while avoiding traps, monstrous creatures and draugr on the path to the sword. In the end, Njal had finally reached the sword while most of the clan that had journeyed with him were dead, giving Jord the opportunity she needed before coming out from hiding and fighting with Njal. Unfortunately, Jord was losing the fight against her brother before he made an attempt to grab the sacred sword and use it to kill her. Not wanting to allow her brother to obtain that kind of power without paying for his crime, Jord had managed to injure Ulrik by throwing her sword at him, giving her enough time to run past him and grab the sword.<br>Even though she had stopped her brother from obtaining the sword, it only became worse from there as she was then instantaneously teleported to a completely different world located in an entirely different universe. Having no way of returning home or even knowing how to return home, Jord had tried to end her life, only to discover that she could not die. Due to having touched the sword, the so-called power that was held within it was nothing more than the soul of a malevolent dragon god that had been trapped in the sword, transferring itself to whoever laid a hand on the sword itself to release it from its prison.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">CURRENT LIFE</span></span></div><br>Born in the universe of Archaia, Jord’s universe consists of anthropomorphic animals that thrive on seven planets, revolving around six suns and five moons. These animals live like humans and have technology that is much more advanced than humans, however, they live differently on each planet. The planet Jord was born on, known as Zovelar, was in a viking era, having no technology of any kind other than using the basic tools and weapons of that era. Humans also dwell on these planets, but are nothing more than wild and feral creatures with animalistic behavior that hunt in packs for survival. Out of the seven planets, four of the planet’s habitants have managed to domesticate the feral humans to the point where they are kept as pets. Jord currently wanders from world to world, being teleported to random places she’s never seen in her life at random times, all the while trying to find a way to rid herself of the curse that now resides inside her.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">OTHER INFO</span></span></div><br>She can fluently speak in her language and knows how to speak English, unless it’s a word she doesn’t know how to pronounce. Despite being the vessel of a dragon god, she has refused the offer of using its full powers, therefore is only capable of using almost one third of the god’s true power only when she is in need of it. The only way to rid herself of the dragon god is to willingly transfer its soul to someone who is willing to become its new vessel, in which she will die as her body becomes nothing but ash, allowing her soul to ascend to the heavens above for her eternal rest.<br></div>