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Name: Daeva Sunai

Class: Maestro

Weapon of choice: Castle Forged Steel Combat Violin (instead of horsehairs, the bow is razor-wire, and the violin itself has straps on the back to use as a shield) - basically a sword and shield if you think about it, just stylized after a violin that can still be played. This is important to Daeva's character.

Appearance: (I'll update her to be more medieval)

Background: Daeva woke up alone. That's not to say there was nobody around her, just... nobody alive. The area surrounding her limp form was packed with bodies, young and old and middle-aged. Nobody survived. A strange violin lay next to her. She picked it up and started to play, finding herself surprisingly good. A choked whimper came from a nearby desk - someone had been hiding behind it. He held a heavy machinegun in his hands, and his clothes were stained with blood. But his clothes weren't the only things red - his very body glowed with an ominous crimson aura. Acting on instinct, Daeva walked over to him - still playing - and touched his head. Violently, the red glow rushed to her hand and up her arm, before disappearing into her chest. The man convulsed just as violently, and his eyes shrivelled, turning into blackened sockets. But Daeva felt no remorse - in fact, she felt... almost full, as if she'd just eaten a large meal. For some reason, she hasn't been able to do it again. Everyone who heard her playing was stunned, yes... but they glowed white, and when she touched them, nothing happened. Sometimes, she loses consciousness, and wakes up in a totally different area with the stench of blood surrounding her. But she does know one thing. She is justice. She is holy fire.

She is Sunai.

if anyone but addfire can guess the reference, I won't hurt you unless I need to