A weapon of war, forged by a tired, weary artisan.

Contracted by his king, he had no choice but to handcraft yet another mechanical soldier capable of the most extreme brutality. In his grief, he chose to give this weapon the face of his own late wife. He saw it as a form of revenge against the enemy kingdom who had killed her. She could be reborn as their worst nightmare, now.

She never saw combat. The old artisan could not bear to release her. So he buried her instead, in an old oak coffin. There she stayed for a hundred years or more, until by coincidence she was unearthed.

Now she wanders this world, with a desire to protect the weak and master the art of combat. She will challenge any who she perceives as being stronger than her. This is her purpose.