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Name: Od.

Age: 19.

Gender: Female.

Appearance: [hider=Full Body][img]https://images2.imgbox.com/ba/cc/BGztiXQ0_o.png[/img][/hider]

Beneath the armor she's got the form of a warrior, albeit one that's seen very little sun. She's got a tall, almost statuesque body with fairly pale skin. Her face isn't particularly remarkable but she's got a very thoughtful, serious look as her resting expression. Her hair is crudely cut to a semi-short length. It's still something of a disheveled mess of wavy pale green hair hair but it only comes partway down to her neck with the bangs purposefully shortened to not cover her eyes.

Abilities:

She is not aware of the true origin of her abilities but in being used by the formorians she was quick to learn this about herself: Her blood is filled with the essence of life itself, revitalizing all that it touches. Naturally this grants her swift healing, wounds sealing shut in mere minutes. Were she to be torn to pieces only the largest remaining chunk of her would begin to grow as the soul is indivisible, missing pieces only growing back once they rejoin the formal whole. In addition the blood also provides a strong immune system, rendering her staunchly resistant to most diseases and able to bounce back from the deadliest poisons. Additionally her blood rids her of all but the most immediate of fatigue. While she might tire after exerting herself to the absolute limit in the short run a brief reprieve will leave her as good as new.

These qualities are not limited to her either. Though her blood might be thick, sticky and have the color of sap it can be imbibed, like drinking syrup, which temporarily confers it's benefits to the consumer. It can also be applied directly to wounds which will greatly accelerate cell regrowth in the area. This quality not only affects animals but plants too, restoring wilted vegetation to full health and even allowing seeds planted to germinate much faster.

Something that only applies to her is that her flesh is naturally as tough as wood. It's just as flexible as normal tissue however it's much harder to slice, similar to a tree in resilience. Additionally while her flesh is still flush with blood it will remain alive and active as though she was still whole, even when torn apart. Her head, body and limbs will all maintain all the physical functions still available to them and act according to her will until they die. It's entirely feasible for her to pick up her own head and reattach it to her neck, albeit awkward to navigate a headless body from where her head lays.

Death for her mostly occurs when the cells are no longer capable of healing. Fire and acid are the most immediate ways of ensuring this as they damage on a cellular level. Exsanguination will also quickly leave her less capable of healing since the blood is needed to promote regrowth. Things that bring about death such as necrosis hurt her since the blood cannot reanimate what is already dead. Lastly her blood offers her little protection against magic that isn't directly opposed by the element of life that is infused throughout.

As for her skills she was trained by a veteran knight in the art of combat. Because of her toughness she often opts to wield a blade one handed and leave her off-hand open for strikes and grappling maneuvers. She is trained in use of a shield or blade in her off-hand but her preference is a lighter style which lets her fight with more speed and aggression, using her natural durability to makeup for the lighter armor and lack of a shield. This style is further emphasized by the magical sword she inherited from her late king.

She wields the Sword of Damocles, a blade named after the fae king who forged this weapon. It's blade looks akin to frosted glass with an elegant silvery guard. It's hilt has a grip that is woven from the hairs taken from a horse's tail and the pommel appears to be a crystalline prism. The blade itself is extremely thin with edges finer than glass and it is no wider than Od's pinky finger. The enchantment on this sword makes it extremely durable despite it's fragile appearance, able to withstand forces that would sunder even a steel blade. It also does not rust nor chip, remaining pristine under any conditions. It's true power however lies in the sword's ability to cut through nearly anything with the same ease one would find in cutting through water. Metal, earth, hide and bone, naught but the most magically protected of materials can withstand the cutting edge of this blade. It is so sharp that even touching the flat of the blade would leave a cut on one's hand.

But for all the power the sword offers it comes at a terrible cost. A powerful curse sleeps within this blade. Any and every attack made by this weapon has a chance of awakening the curse within. When this happens the sword will quite literally turn upon it's wielder and run them through. The Sword of Damocles has passed down across many hands. Time and time again their fate is the same, unstoppable in battle until that fatal moment when the sword finally turns it's blade on them instead.

Will Od be the one to finally tame this wicked sword?

History:

Her earliest memories are fuzzy and distant. The most she could remember of her early childhood were faded words of which only |Od| was legible and a strange tree illuminated in the dark. Shortly thereafter she was taken by the formorians, twisted creatures that dwell in dark places. Their master was a formorian of fairly keen intellect, one who grasped quickly what she was capable of after some painful experimentation. From then onwards for the rest of her childhood she was farmed for blood by the master formorian who sealed it in flasks and distributed it to his servants as a means of keeping them alive in combat longer.

At the age of eleven she was liberated after the formorian's stronghold was raided by brave knights of a noble king. Though the master fled as the battle seemed lost he was unable to keep much of what he possessed, including her. When she was freed from her shackles the knights found that she knew nothing save for what she observed from the formorians. With no home and no real identity save for the word Od she was taken back with them. There they gave her a new life, teaching her the ways of her fellow humans and giving her the freedom to choose the life she wished to lead. As the knights were the closest thing she had to a real family she swore to follow in their footsteps and serve the king just as they did: as a knight.

So she was trained in the art of warfare, serving many long years as a squire to one of the king's closest knights. One fateful day however as he led his knights in battle against cruel servants of the formorians the king's legendary sword finally turned on him, it's curse bringing it to end the man's life then and there. His men had to retreat but Od was the first to try and retrieve their fallen king. As he breathed his last breath he asked for Od to claim his sword before he declared her a true knight. Obeying his wishes she pulled the sword from his body, no longer a squire but a true knight.

After they returned however the fellow knights were not so understanding. Now with the king dead and Od being the only one to have heard his final declaration there was no proof that the king had made her a knight or given her the right to claim his sword. Od knew that she was telling the truth and though hard as it was for her to turn against the men she once deemed family she wanted to honor the king's final words. In the dark of night she rode out from the kingdom, hoping that with her absence the unrest amidst the now masterless knights would settle.

After roaming the land, free to follow whatever direction she chose Od found herself aimless, wandering from town to town without any real ambition to pursue. All she had been taught from the day she was rescued was combat, she had no other skills to truly integrate into these various communities. Thus, since combat was her only trade she offered her service to those in need of a blade. She only ever asked for enough money to feed herself and mend her gear, only ever serving those who's need for her violence was just.

Eventually, she found herself in the company of the queen, an upcoming monarch bringing knights of renown under her service. Od was keen to accept her offer, eager to finally perform her duties as a knight for the first time since she became one.

Though she may be young she's seen much. Still, there is much more for her to see yet.

Anything else: It is quite possible that the ruins she was taken from as a young child were a leftover remnant of the Endless Night, something buried long ago and forgotten. It is where she derived her name.

She knows a fair amount about the formorians, including their language, given how she had spent so long amidst them.
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