Myla | One Woman Army

Name: Myla Kaiser

Age: 21

Height: 178cm

Weight: 70 kg

Face: She has a fair, pale complexion. Her facial features are delicate and angular, with a small nose and a pointed chin. A faint but distinct scar marks her left cheek down to her jaw. A white bandage is wrapped across her face in a thin band along her cheekbones and nose.

​Eyes: Her eyes are a luminous and striking shade of deep violet, rendered with a sharp, focused gaze.

​Hair: She has long, straight, jet-black hair that flows freely down her back, extending past her waistline. Her bangs are styled to sweep across her brow, with one long section slightly obscuring her right eye.

​Body: The character has a slender but strong and pronounced hourglass figure. Her uniform is impeccably tailored to fit her form, emphasizing a narrow waist and curvaceous bust and hips. Bust: ~90 cm Waist: ~66 cm ​Hips: ~88

Clothing: Her main garment is a form-fitting black jacket with gold piping and white cross-shaped emblems. Draped over her shoulders is a magnificent, quilted royal blue capelet with a high collar. This piece is attached via large, ornate golden epaulets. Beneath the jacket a white collared shirt and a dark tie are visible. Her hands are covered by sleek, black, form-fitting gloves. ​

Weapon: Her left hand rests on the hilt of a Japanese katana. The weapon is exquisitely detailed, with a traditional black diamond-patterned wrap on the hilt , a brilliant gold handguard and a matte black scabbard.

Powers: Myla is an incredibly skilled fighter, able to predict the movements of lesser opponents with ease. Myla is bound to the demon Halphas. This grants her the physical capabilities five times greater than the average man. She can also draw upon Halphas’ power to create constructs of spectral blue energy. She often coats her clothing in a thin layer of energy, turning her light clothing into deceptively strong armor. She can erect battlements and siege weapons with the power, easily erasing a numbers disadvantage. However such grand constructs drain her energy and she cannot draw on the demon's power too much.

Backstory: In the year 1483 Myla was born to a great blacksmith in Valdrien. Her life wasn't one of excessive luxury, but she had it better than most. Growing up she looked up to her father's work, helping out when she could and trying her best to learn the craft despite her father's refusal to teach her.

She gave up on her dream of continuing her father's work quite quickly. After all that right was given to her brother when he was born. But that didn't matter, Myla had set her sights on a new dream. The stories of legendary heroes captivated her to no end, to the point where she was set on carving out a legend of her own.

Yet reality wasn't so kind as to let her continue dreaming. When she was fifteen her parents began to search for marriage partners. Due her father's high status in the artisans guild they managed to find a knight willing to marry her. Her father began to forge a blade as part of the dowry, his finest work yet. It was a katana, a rare weapon for a smith to forge in this side of Saith.

Myla had proceeded through the marriage talks playing the obedient daughter. She loved her parents and all that they did for her. But the idea of marriage shackling her down began to eat away at her, making her sick at the idea. Until one day she made her decision. She'd live for herself.

She packed what little belongings she deemed necessary, along with the katana her father had recently forged, and set off into the horizon. Although fate was cruel. Before she could even make it to the next village she ran into a group of highway bandits.

She raised her blade as the men approached, hands trembling but still refusing to drop. She swung the blade wildly, getting it knocked out of her grip with ease. One man reached out to grab her shoulder. Myla shut her eyes in resignation, letting out one final prayer.

Something answered. A surge of energy flowed into her, a power that she only heard in stories. The man in front of her caught off guard as Myla lunged for her blade, fell first. His head rolled as he sliced it off in a blur of speed. The demon Halphas had been bound to her. She continued on her journey, leaving her first few corpses in her wake.

Six years later, Myla kept the same dream she had back when she started her journey, now possessing the strength to accomplish it. She decided she'd carve her name into legend through conquering all of the Saith under her rule. But first she would need allies to get started.

Personality: Myla's is incredibly determined. She won't give up on her goal to become a legend even if it costs her life or someone else's life. Outside of battle Myla isn't very intelligent and tends to act carefree and impulsively. She also has trouble understanding social cues, often speaking out of line when it can get her in trouble. However she isn't an arrogant person, rather she just speaks her mind at all times. She is kind to others she deems as allies or future subjects under her rule. When it comes to her enemies she is ruthless, a cold hearted genius while engaged in combat. The switch between her personality when fighting is drastic.

Speech & Mannerisms: She wears her emotions on her sleeve, her expression revealing her thoughts. She speaks in a confident, positive tone, often coming off as an airhead. She maintains this speech even when discussing topics like world domination and the destruction of those who stand in her way. She always keeps her sword by her no matter what because it holds the memories of her childhood that she left behind. While in battle Myla is emotionless and calculating, rarely engaging in conversation with her opponents.

Likes: She considers presentation important, thus her fancy clothing. Compliments regarding her strength Food, gluttony is her primary vice.

Dislikes: The idea of being subservient to someone else. Losing in any type of competition no matter how insignificant. Fine arts and other such things she struggles to understand.