(It wouldnt let me type any more in the box above for character description so I will write the rest here.)
Black hair, white mask over face with two black slits and a red eye "painted" on the forehead. Pale skin, strong biceps and strong leg muscles. Black hair tied into ponytail, and the slits in the mask are not big enough for someone to see her eye color. She has a diamond shaped face. Her shoulders are strong, and she wears almost a sleeveless gi, bandages wrapped around both biceps, baggy almost "boho" pants, bandages going up her ankles, and sandals. Bandages cover her feet. She is 6'2, 155 pounds. War-paint designs on her hands, palms and fingers.
You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?))
As I stare at the hag, I proceed to sit down with legs crossed, and body calm. "A story, more like a riddle. " I pause, thinking. "...There was once a time I was thankful for this life. How that was so long ago... When I was young, I lived in a world of barbarity, yet it was never something I would want to partake in. I loved life and everything it had to offer. I had no interest in fighting. Rather, I wanted exploration. I was captivated by the world of magic and the strange. Yet, that curiosity is what's to blame for my curse. A power that leeches off my life in return to kill, fight, and destroy." My hand reaches up to the mask that was bestowed on my face. "Events that changed my life forever. Good and bad. I am strong now. But in return, must I be so..." I lower my voice into a quiet whisper. "Destructive..?"
