Sevika

What if I was a knight and my skin was stuck to my armour? What if my armour was my own personal prison; flesh agonizingly trapped in the cold red inside of the iron lung, excruciatingly torn and ripped as I moved my body?>

Name: Sevika
Alias(es): TBD
Gender: female. I don’t know hwo to gender my characters because I have such a loose/fluid grasp on my own. She‘s girl. Kind of
Pronouns: she/her      
Species/Race: human
Age: TBD                            
Height: TBD
Occupation: knight or mercenary.. TBD       

Personality:
bullet points…
Strengths/Skills: 

Smells Like: rusty, metallic, iron hair and blood, dirt
Feels Like: sandpaper and wrought iron
Sounds Like: a discordant violin and the caws of a crow
Tastes Like: blood and wet dirt
I DON’T KNOW IF THIS IS SYNESTHESIA OR WHAT? WHEN I MAKE CHARACTERS THEY’RE VERY VIVID IN TEXTURE.