Cydonia

[Skie and Avery]

Because apparently the kids of Blood Red Blossoms can't post against the unknown. Retards.

Name: Cydonia
Race: Zombie
Approximate Level: 30

Appearance: "She was young and old at the same time, in a way that few had ever seen before. A perfect face of youthful beauty gazed at them, though the blue eyes were cold and harder than the obsidian that loomed upwards not twenty yards from where they stood now. Golden waves of hair cascaded down her back, strikingly light against the deep purple of her dress. It left much to the imagination, with a plunging neckline and slits on the sides up to her hips, no sleeves to hide her arms. As beautiful as she might have been, the space left uncovered marred the beauty with an imperfection that could not be ignored. Her arms and legs were only patched with flesh, mostly bone that stood without seeming need of ligament or muscle. Near the top of her amost completely bared chest, a gaping hole proved that at one point in the past, she'd lost her heart in the most literal of manners. Now maggots preyed upon the flesh, spilling out of the hole above her breast in a white, wriggling rain. Her smile revealed only a few broken yellowing teeth..."

Skills and Armies

Super human strength. Could easily lift a car filled with people over her head.

Instant bodily reformation

Cannot become fatigued

Aerial army: In return for her service, Xem'Zund has given Cydonia a small army of zombie birds. They are at her complete beck and call, made up of anything from the smallest finches to large birds of prey.

Magic

Though her brawn is great, in magic it is where Cydonia falls. Healing spells are the only damaging force she knows.

Equipment:

No armor or weapons. She prefers to rip things apart with her bare hands, shredding them into pieces small enough to feast upon.

History:

She was dead, now she isn't, and she's at Xem'Zund's beck and call. Nuff said.

[Godhand]

Nice history, dipshit.