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Vessel's Name: Kaja Saether
Vessel's Date of birth: 24.4.1972 (29 years old)
Vessel's Place of birth: Undredal, Norway.
Nature: Caretaker
Shepherd the flock around you to safety. Your strength is a Sense of Duty, while your weakness is Impatience.
Demeanor: Penitent
Strive to do penance for your sins. Your strength is Responsibility, while your weakness is Contrition.
Distinguishing features:
- Off-duty she has a rather big leather duster covering her body, which is lined with warm and comfortable fleece.
- Her height is probably one of her most recognizable features.
- She has a necklace hidden under her shirt which sometimes shows, it has 8 rings looped around them. Each the same black matte like coloration.
- She always has that look of curiosity and a mix of willingness to help on her face.
Height: 2.10 Meters (6'8'' feet)
Weight: 90 Kilograms.
Parents: Stig & Unni Saether
- Alive and well. Yet after years of miscommunication Kaja has not been in contact with them ever since 1994.
Siblings: Petra
- Kaja had a sister who died from a vampire's attack when she was small.
Other Kinship: Baptise, Riza, Eze.
- Kaja's current closest family are her followers.
Marital status: Single.
- Kaja in her previous life never had time to really settle down, though a fling here and there was commonstance for her she never dared to mix her chaotic work and stable life.
She was the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on. The most loving, caring, idealistic human I have met. To be blessed in meeting such a soul was a sign to me. A sign I was on the right path of redemption.
As I sat in the cold empty space, I could hear them. Faint whispers. Whispers that turned to cries, and back to silence. They were hurting. We created them, told to love them, but our arrogance, our mistake, by the Almighty I am sorry.
We have made a horrid mistake — a stupid and dumb choice.
I do not recall much from the time before, but what I am filled with, this last year, I will cherish till the end of times. We have forsaken them, and yet some thrived. Some found hope; some even took that hope and used it to better the world. Astonishing.
Kaja was one of those people who saw the wrong of the world but did not dare fall into a depressed state. Her smile hid the pain, but that very thing was the main attraction to her. She was surrounded by those who looked up to her. But now - now she is gone.
I did not take her body at first; when we first met, she was crying over my dead body. Damien's body. He was crying; he was scared. I heard his cry when it hit me, like a gust of wind. And so with all my effort, within my wallowing cries as well, I tore through the realms, through the earth. I wanted to be there. To be with them once more. To smell, hear, see, touch. I wanted it all. They need me. They still do. And I needed them.
As I entered his body, as I passed him, like a quick glimmer of sliver light, he departed from the body, and I entered it. A young boy. No more than fifteen years of age. They age, I forgot about that. They once never aged, but now they do. Our appalling blunder. Damien's life was somewhat normal until one day, he met a spawn of Caine, and that changed his life. He took up arms and went to hunt them down, as he sensed the urgency to protect his family from these creatures, to protect his city.
He met Kaja in the process, who taught him well. How to shoot, when to engage, but most important of all - to never stray from his way.
He cared for Kaja deeply; in fact, he loved her. He knew she would never love him back, but that did not matter to him. He joined her army, her forces. Together the two would battle the Spawn of Caine and slowly redeem those they could find, those that wanted redemption.
I rose angry and emotional. His cries, her tears, I could not take it. Within the fight against the Caine, my body just moved. She looked at me, confused. "Damien?" she uttered. But I was too driven. Those fools dared attack them, how dare they? How bloody dare they touch our creation. Such wretched, vile beings. I turned to the assailants, seven in total. And around me were the bodies of ten humans. Only Kaja remained, and me. Damien's body was in good shape; he cared for it, loved it. In turn, I loved it too. With each attack they threw at me, I dodged it, and as I inched closer, I turned. My ugliest form, which at points I vowed to never use again, but I could not adhere to my code. Each strike, I took one down, cutting through them like butter.
Kaja was amazed, but that amazement turned to pity. She knew all too well what I was even by then. To live a life of violence but still pity for others, truly her soul was molded by the divine, that much I am sure. I cared not for what it was; I knew I needed to stick by her from that moment on.
Time has long passed since then, and she taught me so much about humanity. I learned again what it was to be a guardian. To be there when it counts the most. With time I already knew it; I knew I was stricken by love once more. The task, once given to me, was handed to me once more. Not by the Almighty, but by her. She made sure my path was always lit, that there was always a lantern to find my way back.
With time our missions became even more dangerous, and when the gods stopped blessing her, I blessed her in turn. Her devotion to me and mine to her. Our souls were forever molded into one, and such it is till this day.
Through her, I found others who needed my guidance as well, my companionship. Ezekiel, a lost orphan boy who had his family taken from him, and Riza, a petite girl who left it all to protect her best friend.
We were an unlikely crew. In battles, I mended their wounds and take the helm if things got out of hand while Kaja showed them the way.
Of course, many have followed her; she built a new crew, a new army. And I was there in the shadows, helping, mending.
It wasn't until a month ago where it all went to hell.
I wanted to smell humanity again, and so I did. In turn, I also sensed it's decay, it's death. It pained me. Their existence is no longer long-lived, but perhaps even shorter. They need me. But that night... That night shook me even more than the days of the wars. Some fled for their safety as our assault on a mansion failed. False information. Arrogance took us down once more.
She --... She was bleeding. I was too... She was crying again... I was too.
I--... I couldn't. Not again. Not this. Her warm hands were turning cold as they held my broken body. I was too weak.
"Take it," she said as the shots were over our heads. She looked me in the eyes and smiled.
I screamed. Anger took over again. After my last attempt, my body gave and dropped to the floor, and so did hers. As the pullback was beckoning me as I left Damien, I entered hers. But the glimmer was not there this time. Where was she?
"Where are you?" I screamed in my mind over and over, and then a faint soothing whisper hit me. I could smell her again. A lantern of guidance. "You are the guardian," her voice stated.
As tears rolled down my eyes, as my powers slowly returned to me, I stood once more. I shoved Riza and Ezikiel behind a wall as I treated their wounds.
The spawn laughed, which in turn, they suddenly laid their eyes on me. On Kaja's body. My dreaded gaze of pain struck whatever shred of the soul they had left, and I just released it all. Cutting through them like butter once more. Their ashes were a sign that they were not what we created; they can't be redeemed. Riza, Eze, Baptise, all of them needed me more than these creatures.
Humanity needs me.
I will help them. I will do it all if I can. Even if my soul tears, I will not lose my way. She is with me. I am with her. Forever. For eternity.
Sike!