Velstand Blann Treneck

Name: Velstand Blann Treneck Nicknames: Vel, firey bitch, the Wildfire of Norway, sparky Nationality: Norwegian Age: 33, birthday July 16th Sex: Female, uses she/her pronouns Appearance: ash-grey hair, long enough that, even when put in a pony tail, it still cascades down like a waterfall. very rugged hair, feels like hay to touch. Constantly tired look in her eyes. Maroon eyes. Surprisingly muscular, though still lean. Flat chest, flat ass. Quite masculine build, but still femme. Oh, and burnt to a damn near crisp on her left side. The burns seem to be healing, but they're constantly agitated, so they can't fully heal. 5'9 Clothing: Overly round glasses, black tank top, white dress shirt that hasn't been washed in a while, a most definitely stolen olive green fur coat, jeans, and some vans. As for underwear, she just wears the tanktop and a pair of gym shorts. Likes: blood, inflicting pain unto others, Ontaris Diaz, the Weeping Angel of Spain, killing, diet Dr. Pepper Dislikes: Oil, bowls containing liquid, the flowing of magic, eating, being rejected by Ontaris Diaz Sexuality: demisexual, only loves people that can engrain themselves in her mind, like an aching wound. Normally requires a great act of heroics like saving her. Personality: Sadistic, actively wants to hurt people. Stoic, keeps her emotions under wraps at most times. Distant, she spaces out often and may lose track of a conversation. Dedicated, she will find Ontaris, even if she has to die to do so. Skiddish in restaurants, has bad memories of restaurants, transactions for her would always take place in a restaurant. Bipolar, has manic highs and depressive lows. Background: Used to be a well-meaning, educated young woman who could've grown up to do great things. Then, at the age of thirteen, she was kidnapped by a group of slavers known as the Svart Palme. The group immediately started to break her, making her do things that a child should never do. When she turned 16, she awakened her mana circuit which granted her a near-mastery of all flame based magic. She tried to escape using her newfound powers, but she was quickly stopped, and as punishment, was bathed in boiling hot oil. The burns from the oil will never go away. She kept being used as a toy by rich men, who bought her services. However, one day, her life finally gained meaning. It began with her watching a towering woman crush the guard to her cell's skull with her bare hand. The blood, and bits of brain and skull that cascaded down her made her feel... alive. The mysterious woman offered Vel her still bloody hand, and helped her escape. She still vividly remembers one part of the escape, where dozens of men, armed to the teeth with guns, rained down bullets on the lady, and she just stood there, taking all of the bullets. And she still moved, killing those men in what felt like a fever dream. She had a crush on her. Once she escaped, she found civilian life impossible to adapt to now. So, she took up the life of a mercenary, traveling around. She often works as an assassin. It was on a job in the Sahara that she learned the legend of the Weeping Angel of Spain, a woman who could kill a man in a flash with skin grey as stone. She had her target. Sexual habits: will bite, scratch, draw blood. However, she will not make any noises during sex. She's terrified of making noises during the act. Generally is the top, but will bottom for people who have saved her. Other people: Ontaris Diaz, the Weeping Angel of Spain. A 200 year old golem created by the Cracked Devil Horatio Diaz, she stands at 6'7 and weighs roughly 250 lbs, most of the weight in muscles. She has a personality core that acts as her heart, which also acts as her magic core and replaces her bloodstream with a mana circuit. The most famous mercenary in the world. Her magic allows her to harden her skin. Add onto that the natural strength of a golem, and you have an opponent that could crush a mountain if given the time. Magic: complete mastery of fire, which has numerous effects. Firstly, she can't feel heat, so it's like sitting in a constant 72 degrees. Secondly, she can coat herself in flames, and the temperature rises in relation to her emotions (so she will light on fire during sex, and will get hot), to which there is no known limit to temperature. Thirdly, she can form projectiles from fire, including superheated streams of fire that can be as small as a hypodermic needle and as large as an RV, and a large ball of flame that explodes with enough force to break windows from miles away.