The Reserve (Jenna)

My Very Blood Is Poison Wraith

Wraiths are the warriors of their Infernos. Born to fight and die for their herd, this wraith is no different. She will serve her Inferno till her last dying breath. Which may be a long time coming for not only does she have her own healing abilities, but in HER Inferno, there is also a Naiad Nadur and that is one deer that has almost no match when it comes to healing and repairing what is broken. Which is a good thing for this lovely Wraith is a broken devil horse, Jenna. She may look whole. She may look healthy. But do not judge by that. Her blood is poisoned by plague and her mind almost even more so. Oh! But do not worry, it is non-contagious. The Naiad sees to that as best she can. And you will now too Jenna. Least you find out just why even a Veiled Sister will cringe at this Wraith's cruel streak. For while she will never attack the Naiad and will never permanently hurt you, the same could not be said of others who rises the ire on this Firemane.

Strong and fast to act, one would almost never knew she was in a weakened state. The plague that ravages her system had wiped out her entire Birth Inferno from a young age. Smart enough to know that not even she could have done anything, she doesn't blame herself and thanks with every fiber of her being that will allow her too, for the equally young Naiad who came along and helped out the poor Wraith as she bled. Too stubborn to die even after the rest of her brothers and sisters, she now sees why in her more lucid moments. A force of nature in and of herself, once she sinks her teeth into a thought or an idea or a person, only her Naiad and Jenna can remove or sway her. The Naiad more than you though Jenna. Slow to trust, she will eventually learn you, like her Naiad, mean her no harm and only have the best interests in the Inferno in mind.

Recognizing another survivor when she sees one, she will see it as her duty to make sure you are prepared for the worst and best that Teragaia has to offer. Mostly the worst. For if you can survive her, you can survive anything and if anything were to ever happen to her...Well, there is someone almost more precious than her own life and she isn't about to leave her in the hands of someone not fit to protect an unbreakable vase let alone something far more fragile.

Speaking of fragile, this Wraith is a bit on the fragile side. While most do play up an act of helplessness, she doesn't have too. For while she is strong and still fast, she is also not in her prime. The plague still runs in her veins and leaves her in constant state of weakness. Tiring easily, you will have to watch her Jenna for signs she should be made to rest. Her stubbornness and loyalty will be her down fall as she refuses to stop and keeps on going...Even when she probably should. Consider this a warning though Jenna, the longer and harder she has to push herself, the more the plague takes hold of her mind, blurring the line between reality and fantasy. What is real and what is not. And anything that is perceived as a threat, anything at all, will be dealt with swiftly and mercilessly.

Coming in at just a little below an average Wraith's height, she nonetheless holds her head up high with pride. To be a shrinking violet is just not in her...At least, not when it doesn't suit her. Her coat is such a deep red, it is almost black with only a few lighter, blood colored scars dotting her flanks and shoulders. Earlier battles fought and lessons learned the hard way. Her mane, tails, and fetlocks all crackle and snap in violent violet as her eyes look cruelly out upon the world, only softening for a select few. And if you are lucky Jenna, you may just become one of those people.

Ussuri!

CURSED IDOL -- Ussuri resides as a Precious Metal sumine. Jenna has found a necklace. Moonstone pendant, round, polished, engraving of a finned jaguar on the front filled in with platinum. A shark-like tooth is mounted to the top of the moonstone pendant, and still more teeth (six, three to the left and three to the right) frame the pendant to either side. When summoned, the platinum Zaithand peels off of the moonstone and becomes Ussuri the River.

Marco!

Pongo!

Veil! Finally. When I get around to her again. It's only been, what, two, three years since that contest?