- Age
- Thousands of years old.
- Gender
- Female
- Eyes
- A singular, deep blue eye that glows like a sapphire beacon in the night, sweeping its gaze in a vigilant scan where two eyes might normally rest.
- Hair
- No Hair
- Skin Tone/Pigmentation
- Metallic black and gold with azure glowing highlights
- Height
- 1.37 m
When Umbra rises upon her hind legs, the transformation is subtle yet striking, as she retains her pantherine semblance, now standing tall in a humanoid posture. She moves with a preference for her four-legged stance, gliding silently over the terrain with a hunter's precision. Yet, when the situation demands, she will engage with her surroundings on two legs, manipulating objects or traversing obstacles with an intelligence that belies her mechanical nature.
Forged in the hidden forges of an ancient technomancer, Umbra was crafted with dual purposes in mind: to hunt and to save. Her frame is a marvel of engineering, designed for stealth and the silent tracking of her quarry, whether it be foe or prey. Equally, she is a savior in the wilderness, her sensors and strength attuned to the tasks of search and rescue, finding those lost and bringing them back from the brink.
Umbra is not just a construct; she is a legend, a whisper on the winds of the wild—a guardian whose blue eye is ever-watchful, ever-searching, for those in need or those who dare to disturb the peace of her domain.
Appearance
Mentality
Personal history
In the shadowed realms of forgotten memories, Umbra stirred from her slumber—or at least, that's how it felt to her. She blinked into existence, her metallic form awakening to a new life, devoid of recollection. The where, why, and wherefore eluded her, yet she found herself standing amidst the sun-scorched sands of Rahadoum, a land where gods' whispers were silenced, and faith was a distant echo.
The Oath Wars raged around her, a tempest of conviction and conflict. It was then that she stumbled upon a band of wounded warriors, their bodies bearing the scars of battle. Compassion welled within her, and she tended to their injuries, her hands deftly mending flesh and spirit alike. In those moments, she became more than a mere observer; she absorbed their pain, their ideals. They called her "The Shadow Healer," a name whispered in gratitude and awe.
When the wars subsided, Umbra yearned for exploration. Her mechanical limbs carried her across the arid expanse, guided by an unseen force. Not far from her makeshift home, she encountered a motley crew of brigands. Their greed-driven shovels gnawed at the earth, unearthing an ancient tomb—a repository of forgotten magic. Their intent was clear: obliteration. But Umbra, ever attuned to the pulse of the land, could not stand idly by. With the grace of a stalking panther, she drove them away, her metallic claws leaving no trace of their trespass.
It was then that the tomb spoke to her—an enigma wrapped in ethereal whispers. The panther spirit emerged, its form fluid and insubstantial. For days, they communed, knowledge flowing like a river of starlight. The spirit taught her secrets—the weaving of magic, the language of forgotten runes. And as the communion reached its zenith, the panther spirit merged with her, imprinting itself upon her chest. A tattoo of midnight ink adorned her metallic skin—a testament to their union.
From that moment forth, Umbra was more than a construct; she was a conduit—a vessel for the panther's ancient wisdom. The tiny feline within her whispered secrets of forgotten spells, of healing energies, and the balance between shadow and light. Together, they roamed the wilds, seeking lost souls, mending broken bodies, and unraveling the mysteries of a world that had once been veiled in silence.
And so, in the twilight of Rahadoum, Umbra moved—a sentinel with a sapphire eye, ever-watchful, ever-searching. Her purpose transcended mere existence; she was a guardian of forgotten tombs, a healer of fractured souls, and a living bridge between realms.
Social
Birthplace
Jistka Imperium