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[*][b]Name:[/b] Natala Chained
[*][b]Age:[/b] 21
[*][b]Gender:[/b] Female
[*][b]Race:[/b] Possessed Human
[*][b]Nation:[/b] Iliserev
[*][b]Appearance:[/b]
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She has a face that looks slightly younger than her age which is surprising given the hardships of her past. The top of her right ear has been clipped off to mark her as a slave and the left side of her face has been tattooed with a pattern of crisscrossed chains to mark her as an escapee. Natala is shorter than average thanks to the meager amounts of food she was supplied with as a child.
[*][b]Personality:[/b] Quiet but arrogant and selfish. She had so little of her own in her past that anything that is now hers is guarded and precious. Natala feels uneasy in rooms with closed door and very much prefers that doors with locks remain open. Windowless rooms are the worst. The only thing that she is aggressive towards is the protection of herself and her freedom, something that she will easily kill for.
[*][b]Biography:[/b]
 Natala was born into slavery, with no father and never seeing her mother again after being sold off as a child. With no family and no name she had little hope. only a handful of years alter she was sold again to Erantus Morceba, a cruel, pot-bellied man fond of beating his slaves with his ring adorned fists. From here is where she attempted to escape the first time, at age 14. She lasted only a couple of days in the wilderness before being caught by Morceba's personal slave hunter.
 She was beaten into submission and then further into unconsciousness. She awoke tied down, the slave hunter looking down at her while Morceba looked on. They tattooed her face, one link every day for two weeks while denying her food. It was a punishment and also a message to any others that would try to escape. Natala was worthless now, and a worthless slave was one that could be beaten or killed.
 After that her life became worse, being punished for the smallest transgression or merely by her masters whim. for two years she endured. With no further to fall she tried to escape again, wiser and and more determined. It would be better to die than live like that.
 Maybe she wasn't wise enough to effect such an escape. After only three days she ran out of food, trekking through the Illiserev landscape in the dead of winter. Natala made it into the windswept mountain glaciers where following her would be difficult and any hope of finding her alive faded. For another two weeks she walked, sleeping in what shelter she could find. And then she found the [i]thing[/i].
 It was huge, barely human looking, and to all appearances it was dead. It wore ancient, heavy iron armour with the leather fittings long since rotted away to dust and even the metal flaking away after an untold amount of time. The being bent forward, as if fending off a series of blows and was impaled by numerous lances of metal, ice and stone.
 Despite all this the flesh was almost warm to the touch, as if it had been alive only hours ago. Blood pooled at the bases of the spikes, dripping even as she watched. And she was desperate. With a sharp stone she sliced into it, gorging herself on the flesh. Natala doesn't know how long she spent in the foreboding shadow of that thing. It was days, certainly. Eventually she felt strong enough to leave, taking all of the 'food' that she could carry and giving thanks to whatever it was that had saved her. For the first time she felt hope.
 It was a long time before Natala reached a city where she stole clothes that enabled the runaway slave to blend in. Regardless of the care she took Natala was eventually spotted by the slave hunter used by Morceba. To escape twice was death and this time he put his effort into killing her. His sword struck a blow that cut her arm to the bone. The pain was immense, as was the despair. Together they overwhelmed her and she blacked out.
 She came to deep in the miasma of Talze Utera with a bloodied blade and a feeling of worry, like she would feel for another person but directed towards herself. Over time she became more aware of these alien emotions and impulses. There was something else inside her that hadn't been there before. It was immensely ancient but filled with gratitude towards her.
 Natala wanders the countryside of Illiserev, stealing what she needs and delving often into Talze Utera, where she feels most comfortable. In the years since her final escape the tattoo on her face has grown, a single link at a time.
[*][b]Abilities:[/b] 
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[*][b]Sword skill:[/b] Natala is modestly proficient with a blade, enough to defend herself and be more than a match for any random thug.
[*][b]Master of mimicry:[/b] She can pick up things easily through observation, learning even advanced skills by watching them a couple of times. Because this is mere mimicry she might not understand the underlying theory behind things.
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[*][b]Wind Form:[/b] In dire circumstances she becomes the wind, untouchable. This is draining and consumes an amount of stamina. It is the act of changing that consumes stamina though she can only rest in her physical form. Her body can currently sustain a half dozen transformations in a day. It can be prevented by her being restrained by a foreign object, something she doesn't consider her own.
[*][b]Cutting Wind:[/b] When she is in the direst of circumstances and has given up all hope the [i]Thing[/i] takes over. Natala becomes a paragon of rage and aggression, shifting rapidly between being solid and ethereal. The skill she shows with a blade in this state is not her own. This lasts until the threat is dealt with or she is restrained.
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[*][b]Important Items:[/b] Natala owns little but the clothes on her back and her sword, a Talentium blade that she keeps for no other reason than its durability. She is reluctant to own more as she is only just used to the idea that she owns herself.
[*][b]Notes on her Possessor:[/b] Whatever now shares her body with her once possessed command of the abilities she now has before it was restrained some thousands of years ago by an unknown force. It can only communicate through vague feelings and has no command of language. The first feeling that it sent was one of glee. It had traded an eternity locked to a hillside for the chance to live a humans short but infinitely more interesting life.
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