The Devil of the Sands

#### Early Life

Her name and parent's history is completely unknown but it is known that she was born in Nijira decades ago. At this moment there is no information about her early years or childhood.

#### The Devil of the Sands

The first sighting of the warrior clad in red armour began to pick up roughly 50 years before her appearance in the Crimson Castle. Villagers and travellers had began to spread rumours of a scimitar wielding vagabond who wore armour in the guise of the Ak'Qutal who slaughtered anyone who crossed their path. As it travelled up to the ranks of nobility and even the Sultan himself the rumour had escalated widely, that it was a spirit of the desert that wished it's lands to be cleared of humans or that it was the leader of the Ak'Qutal or it was a creature that had crawled out the Dead Zone.

None of these however were close to the truth. In her own recollection she found herself living as a wanderer and found no source of income from trying to work nor was she able to find a man that would be willing to take her in. She had taken up the only trade she had found a foothold in, aimless murder and raiding other travellers lost in the desert.

Regardless of the reason however the tale of the 'Devil lurking in the sands' had begun to take a fearsome hold over the population of South-Eastern Terra. With both the war wearing the people's patience thin and the fears that the split of the Southern Kingdom would somehow replicate here the Sultan knew that this could easily be the tipping point for his empire. It was at this that he called for a bounty, collecting warriors from Luxor, At-a, Konstanni, Najiri and even mercenaries from Ninin. The small army had collected to scour the deserts of Najiri and hunt down the red-clad warrior who threatened the stability of the land.

The hunt lasted 3 years with different sightings all over the land and slowly the numbers of hunters increased until they had formed themselves an organization and hierarchy. It was at this point that they had finally tracked down the Devil's location. Her hideout was on the edge of the Dead Zone, a place that no living thing, Immortal, Slav or Ak'Qutal step foot in. Regardless of the fear of what lurked in the sunless lands the army of relentless hunters drew ever closer. They had tracked her hiding away in a centuries old cave that had once been the place of ancient mining.

What happened in this cave is completely unknown. Not a single person who walked in that cave had been seen again not even the Devil. People assumed that the darkness of the Dead Zone had simply just consumed them all for trespassing and the place's reputation only fell further. It was until 6 months later that the results of the cave assault came back. The water began to dry up, slowly from the cave's mouth. Oasis, river, lake or anything remotely close just seemed to sink into the ground. If this was not bad enough the powerful upper class of Immortals began to experience infertility. The average amount of child went from each family having nearly 3-5 child but now it was rare for 1 in every 10 families to have but a single child.

The Sultan wasn't free from suffrage either, being part of the Immortal race the royal family was thrown into turmoil. The Slavs would soon outnumber Immortals by 1 to 100 in a single generation. This is where the culling and control of Slavs began its movement in South-Eastern Terra. Slavs were banned from free movement, having children without state approval and were taken out of education facilities. The country must survive regardless of the loses was the common view of surviving Immortals.

5 years later the last disaster struck. The Devil had returned, not only were they able to ravage people of the deserts with even more ease due to the culling of warriors in the cave but now there were rumours of the red-clad warrior being a proven magical spirit. Documentations and observation of battles against the warrior described the Devil turning into sand or coming out of the ground as if a creature of the land. Two great black scimitars in each hand that were able to slice straight through bone and cut through light armour as if it were paper.

What happened to the Immortal people was the curse she had put on her own race for personal power.

#### Disappearance

She first met the Scarlet Lady at 234AS. They had met in the remnants of a battlefield in Khobar. The South-Eastern army was annihilated by the Sakuken fire mages who had began to acquire a reputation during the war. The Devil had shown up to kill the survivours of the Immortal army and hopefully strike fear into the rest keeping the new Sultun from repeating history and coming for her. She had just finished beheading the captain of one of the many camps of split up regiments that now littered the Khobar lands when she spotted a lady that had simply walked into the village.

The woman had completely left her speechless. In this land of scorching desert was some sort of elegant white lady in a flowing scarlet dress. She was approached by the Scarlet Lady and found herself unable to even a blade to her, she was captivated by something that left the hairs on her arms prickling up. It was pure terror, after years of combat she knew that this presence was that of something otherworldly. She had witnessed it very rarely over the years, the arrival of a warrior that could single-handedly win a warzone just by showing up. However there was something much more sinister behind this one.

The Scarlet Lady had simply offered out her hand however. She said that she had seen my killing as that of a warrior without destination or purpose, not only that but she even knew about the origin of the curse and the Devil's responsibility in it. She talked about the perfection of balance and the Devil's part in her plan. She ended her speech by asking if she'd rather end this worthless journey here or allow her to start a new own under her direction.

Not even the Devil knew if she had accepted out of fear for her life or the promise of some sort of worthwhile guidance in life but she had taken the small woman's hand.

For the next 10 years she had worked under her direction, culling random so called 'heroes' and 'villains' who the Scarlet Lady said threatened her balance. Knights, wizards, thieves, women, men, children and elderly. It was no different to her previous actions but she had felt fulfilled a the thought of changing the world in some way.

### Personality

She has a vicious personality that is more akin to a wild wolf than to a person. On almost all occasions of contact with others she has resorted to violence and brutal murder. She takes much pride and enjoyment in her lifestyle and choices to the point that the few that live long enough to exchange words are filled in on minutes of bragging. This has left her with the glaring weakness of talk in the midst of battle or beforehand leaving her focus vulnerable to a sudden attack.

She shows a great disdain for indecisive people and enemies who refuse to fight her face to face. Although described as sadistic in both recounts and legends, she doesn't find enjoyment in watching others suffer. Her actions have shown her more as pleasure killer than indulging in torture-like rituals.

### Appearance

Most of the time she is covered head to toe in her signature bright red Immortal armour. The helm is in the shape of the face of the 4 armed beasts that roam South-Eastern Terra's vast deserts. It has a large open mouth piece that is decorated with long metallic fangs protruding from the top of the opening.

She has light brown skin that match both her hairs and eyes. Her face is covered in both fresh and old scars that come from the hundreds of battles she has participated in. This also reinforces the idea that even though she may seem invincible or be able to turn her body to sand she still takes damage from physical attacks.

She is around 2 heads smaller than the Dragon of the West making her an extremely tall woman even for immortal standards, she is also quite muscled which creates the illusion that at first glance she usually appears to be a giant of a man in armour.

## Relationships

The Dragon of the West - They have found a mutual fondness of each others company in the mostly silent Crimson Castle. Their personality and motivations are polar opposites of each other but they both enjoy each other's idle talk and sparring opportunities. They were also the tallest members of the 8 by a large margin much to their jesting delight.