Sh'Yama Blodwen

Sh'Yama is a tan, ridiculously tall, slender beast. Standing at nearly 7'0" when wearing her boots, she towers over most people. This is intimating and creepy, as she is pretty much skin, bones, and muscle. It is also because a majority of her height comes from her legs, and they have the impression of being too long and just not right. Her arms are just as irregularly long, and though they hang in about the same place as a normal person, her shorter torso creates an off-balance look to her, as if someone had built a doll without reference to a real person and just a vague idea of how they should look.

Angular in appearance, she has sharp cheekbones and a hawk like nose. Her mouth is unnaturally wide, and filled with pointed teeth. Her canines are unnaturally long, and tend to hook on her lips at times after she has graced the world with a toothy grin. The sclera of her eyes is pitch black, and her irises are a deep blue. 

Her ears are also quite large, and pointed, though they are usually hidden by her long, wavy black hair. Sh'Yama is not one to show off her body, and prefers to wear black clothes that fit (neither tight nor loose) and is usually wearing an enormous fur-lined cloak. This cloak is her most treasured accessory, and she will wear it even in the hottest days of summer.

Sh'Yama is usually extremely blunt and usually mean. She despises pretending, and therefore will never act nice even if it's the right thing to do. That said, she does have her moments where she can be genuinely nice and caring. These moments are very rare, however, and usually reserved for her family members or people she has known for awhile. 

Ms. Blodwen is also extremely violent, and her temper almost always gets the best of her. She is very easily upset, and a nice breakfast conversation can turn into a fight to the death if the wrong words are uttered in her presence.  Affection is something that is foreign to Sh'Yama, and she is more likely to punch you in the face as a sign of appreciation, instead of the more usual way, like a hug or a pat on the back. 

She values strength over most things, especially personal appearence. Deep down she is actually self concious about her looks, and wishes wistfully to be a normal person. If word ever got out about this she might start the apocalypse on principle to keep from sounding like a weakling.

Sh'Yama prefers using her fists, feet and teeth more than any weapon, but she does carry a few necessities with her, those being a few knives hidden in various pockets and belts in her clothes, and one very vicious looking carving knife that she has in a holster on her hips.

She id also very, very strong, and has a heightened sense of smell. Sh'Yama is also well-versed in some magic, though she usually has to depend on incantations and sigils. She believes that using magic in a fight is the cowards way, and only uses her knowledge to help others or set up protective spells around wherever she is staying.

Sh'Yama used to be three different people. Well, creatures. When a warlock with the idea of playing God got a hold of a black widow, a wendigo spirit and a human, Sh'Yama was brought into existence. He would go on to realize that he had made a terrible decision. The man had been looking to create a creature that would have superhuman strength, and the intellience of someone like himself. He wanted a weapon versed in the arts of magic and maim. 

The good thing was that Sh'Yama was quite intelligent. That bad news was that she was very, very good at the maiming part. The influence of such a destructive creature as the wendigo warped her into a bloodthirsty beast, and suffice it to say she has a taste for everything— but mostly humans. 

It's hard to say if this makes her a cannibal, as she is really only 1/3rds human. 

Soon after she enjoyed a few long-pig banquets her maker realized his fault and tried to have her killed. But of course, at this point he had already shaped her into a creature of mass destruction. Sh'Yama wouldn't have bothered with him, for after feeling guilt over her own existence and feeling very alone in the world, she was content to live out her days alone in the snow covered mountains. 

But he sent people after her, and this is when she heard of her brother. She had always assumed she was the only unholy abomination that he had created, and this discovery opened up a new passion for violence in her. She now journies the world(s?) in search of her Father and her long lost brother. Wanting revenge, and a family she had never been blessed to have. 

Sh'Yama doesn't keep track of her birthday (as it has never been celebrated), but if she could give you a ballpark estimate she would assume she's forty or so, give or take a few years. 

She has a rather deep voice, and a strange accent that can't quite be placed. It's probably due to the fact that for a majority of her life she was only allowed to speak in ancient languages. Sometimes she slurs back into ancient moonspeak when ranting in a more modern language, but this is only when she's really fired up or upset. 

Secretly a sucker for cute things, she is more likely to be nice to short, plump people. Because they are squishy and easy to carry around. If she's really hungry she might have an ulterior motive for short plump people, but usually she just wants a hug. Usually.