Fenno Zirdal

Death was simply the door

That which could not be saved...

Rumors hang around her, a woman who never stays in one place for longer than a fortnight. Always followed by the stench of the dead.

It started when she was but a child of the forest. Her body shivered as if an icy wind had brushed past her in the dead of summer. The next morning, one of her kinsmen died in a hunting accident. Death had always been a part of Fenno, her mother having died soon after her birth. As she matured, it always felt like there was a heavy presence that followed her. None in the village knew what afflicted her, and despite seeing healers in her own village and beyond, all claimed she was as healthy as could be.However, this would not last. As the years pressed onward villagers began to notice something off about Fenno. Seemingly at random she would shiver and quake like she was freezing cold. The severity of her shivers always varied, but eventually others began to notice. The day after without fail, someone died. Sometimes natural causes, sometimes a hunting accident, and in the extreme cases of murder, but each and every time Fenno's tremors preceded it.She became a pariah, a cursed child who only brought death unto their village. And for her crimes she was cast out of the forest. Heartbroken and without purpose Fenno wandered off, searching for meaning or release. Her travels brought her into contact with a wandering conjurer one day, weary and starved. It was a miracle she was still alive. It was there, she found a new purpose in that healer. To do as she did, and save lives rather than take them as she had come to believe she did. The conjurer was all too happy to take her in and teach her what she knew.Years still passed, Fenno had become a fine conjurer and healer. The tremors never left, but it only furthered her resolve to save rather than take. She was happy, traveling the world with her teacher, aiding those who needed it. Life was simple, at times harsh, but it was enough for her. If the rest of her days could pass as these years did, she would be satisfied. But Death had always followed her, and eventually it would come to collect.They found a man, wounded and near death in the slums of Ul'dah. Of course the two of them set to helping him, and it was just as they had brought him back from the brink that they were attacked. He was drunk, but he had friends. All Fenno could recall of that night was the sound of him shouting, demanding what he was owed, cursing them for helping that man. They were but vagrants, healers who could not defend themselves so suddenly. Her teacher tried to reason with them, even as they brought their knives down into her. Her throat burned, her eyes stung, she wanted to get away. She needed to escape, find help, anything to save her teacher. She barely rounded the corner when they got to her. Her muddled cries reached no ears, even as they shouted she begged them to stop. It was only when her voice bubbled and died in her throat, and her butchered heart stopped, did they cease.Fenno was scared, first of death, then of what happened next. She grieved for her teacher in those final moments, such a kind and gentle woman, left to rot in some forgotten alley. But above all else, she felt rage. An anger so hot that even as her blood ran onto stone she felt not cold, but searing hot. As the light left her eyes, Fenno's last thought, the last words of the gentle soul rang out in her mind."If I had one more day...I would slaughter every last one of them..."She could scarcely recall what happened after, a figure that moved as smoke in the wind whispered to her. That weight she had carried all her life lifted off of her in that moment and she was given a choice. To live again, to exact her revenge on those who wronged her, or to pass to the Great Beyond. It was hardly a choice at all.It took all night and all day for her to put herself together. Broken bones knit together, punctured skin and organs bubbled and reformed. In the dead of night, her lungs filled with air once more. Only now Fenno found no joy in it, her eyes now burned with an eerie light as she stumbled out from that alleyway, the wounds inflicted on her shined with a silver light. A Sin Eater, that's what she was now. Or so It had told her. She could feel it, shifting around her, watching her. It mattered little, all she wanted now was revenge. When morning came again she was gone. All that remained of her and her teacher, was a bloodied and shattered tavern.

Will eventually crawl it's way from the grave...

Some call her savior, some call her butcher. Whichever the case you'd best not draw her ire.

Name- Fenno ZirdalAge- 77/24 at time of deathKnown Aliases- Gravetender, Odd-Eyes, SinnerHeight- 7 fulms 3 ilmsGender- FemaleRace- Viera (Rava)Orientation- Demisexual/RomanticPhysical Description- Lean and muscular, sharp features framed by dark hair and glowing white and red eyes. Silver colored scaring above her heart and stomach, as if mercury had been used to seal some unknown wounds

Known abilities-Swordplay
Hand to Hand combat
Pyre-Flame Rage: Ghostly flames that wrap around the enemy, can control the intensity or bring the flames into reality
Passion Marionette: Can forge sympathetic links to individuals she interacts with and force different emotional states upon them, up to derangement with enough power.
Tear-Stained Caul: Manifest the crushing inevitability of the waves or flow like water around attacks

Traits and Deficiencies-
-Expressionless
-Cold
-Straightforward
-Polite
-Kind
-Death clings to her tightly, and attracts it just as much. She has a sort of sense for those who bring death, and whose lives are steeped in it-Poor conversationalist
-Slightly dense, especially with wordplay
-Body rejects conventional healing methods
-A form of PTSD, certain stimuli can trigger a terrible rage within her, rendering her a threat to anything within her reach
-At times her head will twist and her body shudder, she will speak but behind those words is something else.

That which was taken...

Pray you never meet her lad, she brings naught but chaos in her wake.

Hooks-

Hook 1:
After her death, Fenno resolved to never let what happened to her happen to anyone else. Thus she wanders Eorzea, offering aid to the downtrodden and defenseless. Perhaps you are someone she's chosen to defend, or a kindred spirit who wishes to aid her.Hook 2:
A dark presence hangs around Fenno, those aetherically sensitive are able to detect it. Is it a voidsent? Or perhaps something originating from this world. Whatever it is, Fenno claims it her savior. You could offer to help her unravel its mystery, or try and convice her that it has an ulterior motive for helping Fenno.Hook 3:
You knew her before her death, seeing her again after so many years, as young as when you last saw her but far colder was shocking. Could your presence bring that same warmth that once resided within her?Hook 4:
Fenno can see the spirits of the dead, ones who left this world with unresolved torment. Upon occasion she offers aid to them, wishing to give them peace in order to let them finally rest. A prospect that beggars belief, and an opportunity you couldn't pass on witnessing.Hook 5: Proffering aid to the restless, while it has become her calling, doesn't exactly pay for room and board. To that end Fenno indulges in mercenary work from time to time, generally bodyguard or escort jobs. Rarely does she kill for the living, and never an innocent soul.

Will one day return to collect.

Contact me!

Thank you for reading Fenno's Carrd! If it wasn't incredibly obvious her backstory and purpose is heavily based off the World of Darkness, specifically Geist: The Sin Eaters. It's a system I fell in love with and wanted to make into a character I could play around with. If you're at all interested in what you've seen, feel free to drop me a line in game or on discord! Crystal-Malboro is my preferred server but I'm perfectly fine traveling to meet up in game. Luestra#9700 is my discord handle should you wish to reach me there, which I strongly prefer for first contact.For the moment I'm generally free on Sundays-Thursday for in game RP. With discord RP you can expect at least one or two replies a day, if not more. I'll always alert you if my schedule changes and interferes with in game availability. I hope to hear from you soon!

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