Name || Nameless
Age || ??
Power || Being a doll, the Nameless possesses slightly enhanced physical capabilities and abilities than a normal human. She is able to take over ten times more damage than a normal man as well as perform heavy physical tasks for longer periods of time without tiring out. Such advantages are necessary for her to fulfill her task. Her threshold of pain is also higher than normal humans.
Her senses are very sharp. Her eyes can see in total darkness and she can supposedly hear a pin drop from ten meters away. Sneaking up on her is very difficult. The Nameless' ears can catch even very soft sounds even in a bustling crowd. If not the sounds then the scent. Her sense of smell is just as potent as her eyes and ears.
However, she does have a lot of limitations. She's not capable of very complex thinking. Her knowledge is limited only to the skills she needs for the hunting and some that she's picked up from conversing with sinners. She can think up ways of how to kill efficiently just fine but is sorely lacking in thinking up actual strategies and approaches. And while it is very difficult to damage her and break her, once sufficient damage has been sustained (e.g. losing a limb), she cannot regenerate it on her own and would require the services of a doll maker to repair.
Arsenal || Kyลซ Guntล - A Russo-Japanese sword seen on the field during the Russo-Japanese war until World War II. It appears to be a combination of a European Sabre and a Japanese Katana. The blade is around 28" long with a fuller and had developed a protective patina over time, giving the entire weapon a stonewashed, antique look.
Dagger - A shorter blade in order to complement the longer main weapon. The dagger is often used by the Nameless either in her off-hand or as a throwing implement. It has a 12" blade though compared to her sword, the blade on this one is relatively clean and free of blemishes.
Both weapons were procured from two different sinners at different points in time. As such, though they may be wielded by the Nameless, these weapons are just plain, steel weapons with no magical or supernatural property whatsoever.
Role || Kingdom Mercenary, Reaper, "That annoying girl who asks too many questions".
Physical Appearance || The Nameless possesses almost all-white features. White skin and white hair along with a taste for monochromatic clothes. Her eyes are, surprisingly, a shade of blue which breaks up the colors on her face. She's built light but resilient, possessing more strength than the average human. She's rather short though--standing in at only 5'2".
Likes || Humans, Colors, Stories, Snow
Dislikes || Never getting an answer, Rain, Unnecessary violence, Hunger
Personality || The Nameless is a rather blank person. She goes about the day almost mechanically, devoid of passion and emotion like humans. However, there are certain human qualities in her. For one, she displays a sense of curiosity--sticking her nose in other people's business by asking questions and never letting go until answered. She's also started to have preferences. What kind of clothes she wears, what kind of food she eats.
On the other hand, the core attributes that differentiates humans from dolls like her are still very evident. No matter how interested she is in a particular individual, she won't hesitate to kill should duty tell her to, showing a lack of empathy on her side.
Though rare, there are times when the Nameless exhibits signs of emotional distress. Most common is when the damage she incurs is greater than what her tolerance allows. There may be other circumstances but so far, none have stayed long enough to tell others what they are.
Backstory || The Nameless has long been a denizen of the ashen realm where sinners are given one chance to redeem themselves. Sinners undergoing their trial often find themselves being stalked by her, should they not ask to bring her along. In truth, she is waiting. Waiting to see if the sinner can make it out. If not, then it falls under her duty to send the damned soul to the place it truly belongs.
Throughout these long years, the Nameless had sent a lot of unworthy souls down to their final resting place. An occupation fitting of a hollow shell indeed. However, even hollow shells tend to fill up eventually. Because for every soul whose journey she cut, she began to think more and more. Soon, she started asking questions: Questioning her job, questioning whoever put her up to such task and questioning herself. A thousand more souls later and she started to acquire their feelings. From conversations with them, she started unearthing their memories--their identities. Soon, she started wanting them too.
She wanted to be human. First, she tried dressing like them--trying on different outfits in order to change her appearance. Then she tried talking like them. She stopped waiting for people to talk to her. She started approaching them instead, trying to ask questions in order to add to her knowledge. Yet even after all this, she still felt something was missing. Something absolutely crucial. Something that differentiates dolls like her from humans with souls. That something was--
Before she could figure out what it was she lacked, the world started to freeze over. What was once a cycle that continued endlessly started to reach its deadline. The end was near and for the first time, the Nameless felt...a strange sense of melancholy. Once the cycle end, would she finally be free? Would she become what she long wished to be? Or would she stop existing altogether? The Nameless doesn't know. But she does want to find out.