#dossier post.

PERSONALITY. admittedly rema is a bit abrasive and not the most welcoming person alive, though her sense of justice is strong and absolute. not very fond of authority or being told what to do unless it is a direct order from her higher affiliates. can be brash, blunt, and has a temper to match.

WEAPONRY. among various throwing knives and daggers, rema's weapon of choice is an ornate, holy forged scythe called OBSCURA. it's extremely heavy and requires her to wear gloves when handling as to not burn her flesh.

ABILITY. while a normal human, rema is the current host for a demonic entity that has plagued her family for generations upon generations. it's mostly held at bay via the runes and scripture branded into her flesh, however that does not mean it's entirely dormant. this creature grants rema superhuman strength and reflexes, as well as the opportunity for temporary berserker takeovers when her mental veil is extremely low. the latter is an incredibly rare feat and is almost impossible to contain when unleashed. use and approach with extreme caution.

THE SERAPHIC ACCORD:   a religious organization and branch of the vatican church that handles especially extreme cases of demonic exorcism,  as well as operating as elite monster hunters whose orders come directly from the current standing pope.  at its foundation are the direct descendants of the infamous argamont’e clan,  who originally got their start in the business of monster hunting dating all the way back to the 14th century.  in times of old,  they were regarded as outcasts,  thought to have been birthed in the fires of hell and touched by the devil himself,  but in reality they were simply people plagued by loss wrought from monstrous,  unholy beasts,  determined to bring ruination to the very things that made them suffer so terribly.   more information can be found here and here.

in modern day,   rema only knew seclusion and isolation as a child,  for to be born into the ranks of the current day argamont’e clan and the seraphic accord was to be born in seclusion outside of the public eye.  her days were simple,  for awhile:  playing amongst the other children born here,  or trying to at least — they were never a kind bunch to her,  as they felt something off about her spirit and what laid dormant in her small,  frail body.  over the countless centuries of their craft,  the argamont’e’s and their affiliates would inevitably cause the demonic energies slain to linger in small amounts, building and growing itself into something so unbelievably fierce and wild to where it would come to curse the bloodline generation after generation,  and at different severities.  anything from simply having one’s essence slowly siphoned away at the smallest,  to full-blown demonic possession resulting in soul death,  to claiming a vessel for its own so it may now have physical form.  after the death of her mother in childbirth and now faced with a wee babe born silent,  with abnormally bright crimson eyes,  it soon became apparent that rema was bearer of this wretched curse.  infanticide was not out of the question at first,   perhaps to prevent this dormant laying evil from awakening and taking its course,  an ‘ act of mercy ‘ as the church called it,  however after much consideration and following advice delivered by the holy father himself,  it would later be decided for rema to be raised as any other child with potential within the order;   she would be trained harder than most,  crafted and moulded into an adept fighter with unrelenting mental strengths,   and for awhile her intense routine would prove very effective,  but from the moment those around her became too comfortable in her stillness,  it signed their ends in bloodied ink.

at the age of ten,  all hell broke loose.  quite literally,   and figuratively.  on the day of one particularly harmless homily,  something snapped within her soul;   blackened,  evil,  all devouring.  rema fell silent with her mouth agape and head tossed back so violently it was first assumed it was broken and herself dead,  and before anyone could act her small body would lunge across the holy pews,  slaughtering all who sat one by one while evil,  distorted laughter rang from her to mock the holy spirit and its confined teachings.  she was quickly subdued,  restrained,  and then underwent an extraordinary exorcism that would end in holy runes and scripture to be branded to her upper back.  

‘ IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER,  AND OF THE SON,  AND OF THE HOLY SPIRIT. AMEN. SAINT MICHAEL THE ARCHANGEL, DEFEND US IN BATTLE AND BE THY RETRIBUTION AND PROTECTION IN THE WICKEDNESS AND SNARES OF THE BEAST. ‘   . . .  amen.