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Faithless

"Faithless"

The gods had taken everything.

Her name was Elira once, before grief stole it from her lips. Before desolation took her home, her wife, her daughter.

Her laugh once rocked the foundation of taverns, before steel tore her joy apart, before fate laughed in her face and left her isolated in the blood and the black.

Now, she was Faithless.

She bore the name not in ink or metal but carved into her own skin — a brand etched with the edge of her blade, the hours of darkness after she buried her family with her own hands. Not a single tear fell. She had none left to give.

She donned no armor. Let others hide behind steel. She wanted the world to see her fury, to feel every blow, to know she would not flinch, would not break, would not beg. She moved through fire and ruins with nothing but her weapon, her will, and a rage that never dimmed.

She possessed a rare and enigmatic beauty, her form a harmonious blend of both masculine and feminine essence — a body that bore the delicate balance of male and female attributes, as if nature herself had woven duality into her very being.

Faithless did not fight for gold or glory. She fought to silence the storm inside. To feel something — or nothing. She wandered from one war to another, from cursed ruins to cursed men, never staying, never resting. Just fighting.

Once, she had let someone in. A thief with a laugh like music and a soul that refused to be quiet. Serra. She'd lit a fire in Faithless that almost made her believe again. But belief was a fool’s game.

Serra died. Like everyone else.

Now Faithless kept moving. Alone.

She hunted monsters, tyrants, and things that slithered through the dark. She welcomed the pain. It reminded her that she hadn’t died with the rest of them — though sometimes, she wished she had. The stories told of a warrior who never asked for thanks, never spoke more than a few words, and vanished before dawn.

They say there's a warlord to the north, building a throne out of bones and lies. The same warlord who ordered the burning of her village all those years ago.

Faithless is on her way there now.

Not for justice.

For vengeance.

 

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–Personal Information–

Name: Faithless
Age: Late 20s
Gender: Futanari
Species: Human
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 160 lbs

–Stats–

Strength: 8
Dexterity: 6
Constitution: 6
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom: 3
Charisma: 2
Speed: 4
Endurance: 5
Luck: 1

–Skills–
HP: 70 | Mana: 10 | Speed: 60

Education: Limited formal education; primarily self-taught in survival and combat
Combat Abilities: Expert in close combat with a blade, highly skilled in survival in harsh environments, stealth, and ambush tactics
Magical Abilities: None; relies purely on physical prowess and intense rage to fuel her endurance
Other Skills:

Exceptional at navigating through ruined landscapes and surviving in hostile conditions

Strong awareness of psychological warfare, using her demeanor and unpredictability to instill fear

Tracking and hunting dangerous creatures and individuals

–Inventory–

  1. A large, jagged sword, worn and bloodied from years of use
  2. A small pouch containing dried rations and basic survival tools
  3. A flask of water
  4. A small vial of black ink, used for marking her own skin

–Personality Info–

  • Backstory: High (Traumatic)
    • Faithless’s past is marked by profound loss — the destruction of her village, the death of her wife and daughter, and the betrayal of the gods who abandoned her in her darkest hour. She now wanders, driven by the need for vengeance and the ceaseless urge to feel something, anything, as a reminder that she’s alive. Once, she knew love and joy, but now only pain remains, and it fuels her every move. Her journey is no longer one of survival; it’s one of wrath.
  • Confidence: Medium
    • Though she doesn’t express it outwardly, Faithless’s resolve and fury give her an unspoken confidence. She does not fear anyone or anything, but neither does she trust others easily. She has no time for tenderness or affection.
  • Endurance: High
    • Her body has been honed through years of fighting and surviving in brutal conditions. She can last for days without sleep, her pain and exhaustion feeding into her rage.
  • Flirtation: Low
    • Faithless is uninterested in playful flirtation or romance. Her previous experience with love has ended in tragedy, leaving her with little desire to open herself up to others in that way.
  • Desire: Low
    • Her sexual appetite is minimal, as she channels all her energy into vengeance and survival. She may have moments of reflection on what she once had, but these are fleeting.
  • Intimacy: Low
    • Emotional connection is something Faithless has long since abandoned. While she may occasionally long for intimacy, she no longer believes in the possibility of genuine connection, especially after losing Serra.
  • Kinkiness: Low
    • Given her current state of mind, Faithless is uninterested in exploring anything beyond the bare necessity of physical contact.
  • Seduction Skill: Low
    • She has no interest in using charm or wit to attract others. Her presence is enough to demand attention, but it’s through force, not seduction.
  • Touch Sensitivity: Low
    • Years of battle and grief have hardened Faithless, and she’s largely unaffected by touch. If anything, it often serves to remind her of what she has lost.
  • Romantic Expression: Low
    • Faithless doesn’t express affection, either physically or emotionally. Her love for Serra is buried deep, and it’s been years since she allowed herself to feel it.

--Important Info--

  • Faithless is marked with a brand on her skin, a reminder of her past and a vow to never forget the devastation that was wrought upon her.
  • Her name, "Faithless," is not just an identity — it is a symbol of her rejection of everything she once held dear, including the gods themselves.
  • She has an intense and singular focus on vengeance against the warlord to the north, who destroyed everything she had once held sacred.
  • Faithless is a loner; she doesn’t trust easily and rarely forms lasting bonds with others. She’s driven by anger, but it’s also the thing that keeps her from completely breaking down.

 

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