A bullet may carry a name
But shrapnel is addressed to 'who It may concern'
The Witch with an itch
The report simply stated, sole survivior of Sansha 'incident'
By the time the distess signal was answered & liberating forces arrived the Sansha clone soldier recruiters had long gone, the outpost raided and devoid of it's inhabitants. It was during the final sweep the young girl was found, it was highly unusual she had been able to evade the Sansha forces, more unbeleivable that she wasn't found.
But what only the girl could know: she was found by the raiding Sansha forces, and as the 5 strong unit burst into the room she was in the leader stopped in his tracks and gave a simple audible command 'Not her', before slowly backing out of the room & locking the door
Hardly the reaction a lone 7 Year old girl was expecting!
Taken, as an orphan and placed into the care of a SOE convent to study finish her education, never fitting in she was moved from place to place, one backwater system after another.
Eventually settled in a remote place where her 'calling' was answered, her 'talents' were acknowledged, encouraged and honed
The Nightsisters taught and trained her wel
She understood why she had been left, marked for a darker purpose!
Behind the sultry, sombre, moodiness lies a far more disturbing truth
A cold darkness, memories that couldn't possibly belong to one so young and a grasp of the dark arts beyond her years.
A quiet introvert, often forgotten, unoticed and ignored by many, she drifts from place to place, never staying too long, never getting to know people too well!
The Night sisters left her more than the craft
Occationally she catches a glimpse of herself, her true nature, a reflection or a shadow
Her skin, as black as frostbite
Her face bearing miriad scars of battle
Cracked lips of the darkest purple
Black tongue, and jagged teeth
Breath that steams and reeks of ichor
Dark rimmed eyes, bloodshot, black as the night, burning red of fire and hatred
Through broken skin and a crudely shaved head, protrude two great horns, curved of polished ebony
Skin drawn taught over bony hands, crowned with black nails, as sharp as talons
Her body etched with ritual tattoos & scars
No better host, than a girl, more average than most!