Zamorra Engdahl

## Background

Zamorra
 Engdahl lived a happy life with her sister Carita, brother Beauregard,
and her parents: Zenya and Petyr Engdahl. They were humble peasants.
Petyr was a former mercenary who had settled down to raise a family.
Zenya was a healer, a practitioner of medicinal magic. She had learned
spells from her mother, as her mother had learned from hers. It was a
tradition. Carita, her sister, was more tethered to her magical aura.
She was always lost in the forests, chasing the animals, playing with
the flowers. However, Zamorra was of a rougher
composition. She enjoyed fighting, and swinging her sword as her father
teased her with little jabs. Her father taught her the art of combat, he
 taught her to see life as a journey, as an adventure. She would
accompany her father in his voyages across lands, and when she returned,
 she’d tell her mother about all the amazing creatures, and people she
had met. Beauregard, her brother, was the intellectual one. He was the
scholar who yearned for a life of nobility, of wealth. He would
frequently visit their Uncle, who owned his own castle. A noble man with
 title and wealth who had forgotten about his family, all except little
Beauregard. The Engdahl’s worked her Uncle’s land. They handed him the profits, and
they kept the excess food. It was a quaint, tranquil life. However, this
 all changed in one day.

At the age of 9, the sisterhood of the Zotik, a clan of dark witches,
laid waste to her village. They killed groups of families. The Engdahls
were not spared. Zamorra was taken forcefully
from her mother’s grasp, and although her mother was a witch, there was
nothing she could do, because they didn’t just take Zamorra, they pried her away from the loving, and dead hands of her mother.

Zamorra was blindfolded and bounded, tossed into
 a wooden ship. The women in their red leather suits took her to a
secluded base, where they proceeded to torture her and all the other
girls they had captured. They tortured her until she was broken. At
first, her life was full of pain and sorrow, but after whips and
slashes, and bruises: she felt nothing. After she was broken, they
trained her. Zamorra was very skilled due to her
 father’s training. They noticed the intensity she had, the passion and
rage within. They exploited the only emotion she felt.

The sisterhood of evil, named the Zotik, made a living by training young
 girls, first in combat, then in witchcraft. They were a band of female
mercenaries who traveled, stole, kidnapped and murdered. They employed
both magic and skill to kill. Not all the Zotik sisters possessed power,
 however. Zamorra was one of the few blessed,
along with the leader. The leader was named Topaz, no one really knew
her name or where she came from, but she was an elemental. She could
control the motion of the ocean, and the earth on which they stood.
Apart from that, she knew spells: a myriad of spells that could
incapacitate a man in seconds. Zamorra became
her favorite. Topaz detected her magical inclinations, and favored
her. Topaz taught her spells no one else knew, taught her to control her
 rage, and to use it wisely, taught her how to use her sexual appeal,
and how to manipulate men. The Zotik were man killers, they specifically
 targeted men, because they felt that men were weak, and it was the
women who would inherit the world. The Zotik’s were not allowed to have
children. So, naturally, the higher ranked sisters bonded maternally
with the younger ones. They were usually broken and trained by multiple
women, so no one child would fall behind. To live and survive in the
group, you had to kill; the more kills you had, the higher your rank.

At the age of 16, she had mastered the sword, the bow and arrow, and
the Sundar, which was a special weapon strictly used by the sisterhood.
It was a magical relic that inflected pain on both the user and the
victim. It was too powerful for an ordinary person to handle. Zamorra
 was a prodigy. She was the leader’s favourite and no one dared
challenge her because they knew her power was too great and her rage too
 large. She continued to travel and grow with the sisterhood, and soon,
any memory or recollection she had of her old life had vanished,
replaced with the single ambition to kill and steal.
At the age of 21, Zamorra had killed more than
200 men, some were pirates, some were peasants, and some were low-life
criminals who deserved a miserable death. She had a few nobles under her
 belt, but those were scarce. She cared little about humanity, she was
known as the snake due to her stealth tactics. Her specialty was the bow
 and arrow, and she often the one in charge of hunting when they camped
out. The sisterhood was now a small company, a mercenary company who
excelled in ship building and ocean navigating. They had stopped
kidnapping as kings were beginning to hunt them down. The Zotik remained
 either at the seas, or in secluded fields, away from society: training
in secret. They served no man, but if paid handsomely, they’d bow to
one. They no longer kidnapped and killed needlessly, now they entered
wars and fought and sailed for money. They had lost sight of their
cause: their mission.

One day, on the eve of her 24th birthday, Zamorra and Topaz had entered a tavern after an exhausting shipment. A woman approached Zamorra frantically, yelling her name, embracing her in a hug as she cried helplessly. Zamorra was confused, but before Topaz could unsheathe her weapon, all the memories of her sister inundated her head. Zamorra
 held herself, troubled by thoughts as her conscience arose from its
supressed container. Her sister, Carita, stood there, saddened,
realizing that her sister was no more than a killer now. Carita fled,
and Topaz ran after her. Zamorra remained in the
 tavern, head clutched, thoughts imploding in a whirlwind. She had
forgotten about her life, and then the soft features on her sister’s
face had rekindled that unfamiliar feeling of warmth and love. After she
 composed herself, she followed Topaz and Carita. She was filled with
regret, anger, thirst for revenge, and sadness. She soon found Topaz
hovering over Carita with a sword at hand.

In a brief moment, Zamorra made the most
difficult decision of her life. She could either save the leader of the
sisterhood or save her sister? She chose the latter, because her sister
was the purest thing she knew in the world, and she had sworn when she
was a child, that no harm would ever come to her. Zamorra
 impaled Topaz, tearful but angry, she watched as the life force fled
from her body, and she no intentions of reviving her this time. She knew
 that after that day, she could not go back to the sisterhood; so now
she could only face her real sister, her only sister.

Zamorra explained everything, all the pain, all
the torture and agony, and then she explained what she was trained to
do, and all the horrible atrocities she committed; all the death, all
the devastation. Carita did love her sister, and she had missed her, but
 even she could not see past the darkness that had built inside of Zamorra. She counseled her sister to seek the light and follow a true path to redeem herself. Zamorra
 recognized the hidden terror and fear in her sister’s face, and she
could stand it, so she fled. She had nothing now; she had abandoned her
clan, had terrified her true sister, and now lived without purpose.

She was no longer programmed to killed, but in the end, it was all she knew.

She gathered a small group of rogues and outcasts, and created her own
band of pirates. They praised her and honored her because they feared
her. She decided to embrace her reputation, so she’d always remind them
of her kills, of her misadventures, of the many hearts impaled and men
slayed. She was then named the Man Slayer, and she has embraced that
alias ever since.

Zamorra still maintained contact with her sister
 through letters. She’d send them through ravens, and her own crewmen.
She was informed that their brother had changed his name, and had been
adopted by a noble family with their Uncle’s help. They had all branched
 out, but she knew that one day, the Engdahls would come together again.

## Personality & Traits

Zamorra
 is a fierce fighter. She is calculative and manipulative. She knows
when to speak and what to say. She is never afraid to speak her mind,
however, as she fears nothing. She is a woman of conflict because she
knows she can win any match that comes her way, she can defeat any
opponent that dares challenge her. Despite her impassiveness, there is a
 tender part of her that had been hidden for years, a part that is
barely now starting to creep out from its dark hiding. She can be
sympathetic, and she does spare life when need be, however, if she
strongly believes in something she won’t hesitate to kill.

She is fleeing from her past, while trying to rebrand herself. The
sisterhood of the Zotik is after her, and although she is well trained to be elusive and sadistic, she does not purposely encourage
confrontation with her former company. She holds deep hatred for them,
for all of them, because they represent a part of her that should have
never developed. She is honorable and keeps her promises. She particularly protects children and small/vulnerable creatures, she sort of sees herself as a
crusader of justice with an increased hunger for blood. Zamorra is loyal to those who are loyal to her. She is a born leader, she can control her emotions and think logically when the situation begs it.

## Physical Description

Zamorra is 5 feet, three inches, and although she is short, she's rather fierce. She does not need height to seize and advantage. She has short blonde hair and bright green eyes. Zamorra still donned the signature leather suit
of the Zotik as it instills fear, but she has removed the emblem of the
clan, and boasts the skills without the fidelity. She often carries small daggers at her side, along with her Sundar. (magical weapon.)

## Skills and Abilities

Zamorra is skilled in combat. She can fight with disastrous results. She commands dexterously the bow and arrow and the long sword. She can navigate the sea's skillfully, and is adept in finding her location and her direction. She is tethered to nature still due to her mother's influences, and she is tethered to her father due to her father's vocation. She is a healer like her mother, but cannot yet control earth like her
sister. As a healer, she can revive the dead (with limitations: the
person cannot exceed a certain time, they must be revived before their
soul leaves to the underworld.) she can heal wounds, and she can heal
herself. There are other spells she can cast, mainly natural. Zamorra knows many spells ingrained from the Zotik's , but she refuses to use them, due to their vicious nature.

## Relationships

* Zamorra has a strong relationship with her sister. Carita is truly the only thing she has left in the world.
* She has denounced the Zotik's and they're after her head because she killed their leader.
* Her crew is loyal to her, and she is loyal to her crew.
* She wishes to reunite with her brother.

## Possessions

* Zamorra has had two ships: The Red Crow and The White Raven. She currently only uses one, for the other was destroyed by criminals. The Red Crow is her home.
* She still possessed the Zotik's leather suit, although it's been tailored to fit her needs.
* She has kept the Sundar and her trusted sword; both of which were given to her when she was a Zotik.