Senua

Name

Senua

Age

21 years old

Gender

Female

Sexual Orientation

Bisexual

Background Story Part 1

In the rugged hills of Orkney, around 900 AD, there lived a fierce warrior named Senua. She hailed from the Pict tribe, a people steeped in ancient traditions and mysticism. But Senua was no ordinary warrior; she carried a burden heavier than her sword. The Tragedy of Dillion: Senua’s heart belonged to Dillion, a brave soul who shared her love for the wild moors and the whispering winds. Their love blossomed amidst the heather-covered hills, but fate is often cruel. One fateful day, marauding Norsemen descended upon their village. Their leader, a grim figure with eyes like ice, ordered a blood sacrifice to appease their gods. The Blood Eagle: The Norsemen believed that the gods favored those who offered the lives of their enemies. And so, they took Senua’s village by storm. Her kin fell, their screams echoing through the ancient stones. But Dillion suffered the cruelest fate. Bound to a sacred tree, his chest was split open—the blood eagle ritual. His soul, they claimed, would ascend to Valhalla. Senua’s Descent: Senua’s grief knew no bounds. She clung to Dillion’s severed head—the vessel that held his essence. Driven by love and desperation, she embarked on a harrowing quest. She believed that the Norse gods had stolen Dillion’s soul, and she would journey to Hel itself to reclaim it. And she did. After that, she start to let go Dillon’s death. The Mythic Realms: Through mist-shrouded forests and treacherous fjords, Senua ventured. She faced mythic beings—Surtr, the fire giant, symbolizing her fear of destruction; Hela, the embodiment of grief, haunting her every step. Each battle left its mark on her body, the rot spreading like a curse. Yet, she pressed on, driven by a love that transcended realms. The Voices Within: Senua was no stranger to madness. Her mother, Galena, had also heard voices—whispers from unseen spirits. These same voices plagued Senua, urging her forward, revealing cryptic truths. Were they ancestral echoes or figments of her tortured mind?

Background Story Part 2

The Real and the Metaphorical: Did Senua truly tread the afterlife, or was it a metaphorical journey? Scholars debate, but the scars on her flesh spoke of a tangible struggle. Her wounds bled in the real world, proof that she had danced with gods and demons alike. Perhaps her odyssey was both physical and emotional—a transformation of spirit. The Druid’s Daughter: Senua’s father, Zynbel, was a Druid—a keeper of ancient knowledge. He had taught her the old ways, the secrets of the land and the whispers of the wind. But his cruelty scarred her soul. He saw her visions as madness, not magic. Yet, it was Galena, her mother, who understood—the shared affliction, the bond between them.

Personality

Desperation and Determination: Her eyes—icy blue, like the fjords—betray the weight she carries. Determination etches lines on her forehead, but it’s not the unwavering kind. No, hers is a desperate resolve—an unyielding grip on the fraying threads of sanity. Fear gnaws at her, yet she presses forward, driven by love and vengeance. The Whispers Within: The voices—the cacophony of ancestors, gods, and demons—echo in her mind. They’re not mere whispers; they’re screams that claw at her sanity. Some urge her onward, cryptic riddles wrapped in spectral silk. Others mock her, taunting her fragility. Senua grapples with these unseen companions, their presence both her strength and her curse. The Dance of Shadows: Fear coils around her heart like a serpent. It’s not the fear of blades or beasts; it’s the fear of losing herself. She glimpses her reflection in still waters—a face twisted by grief, eyes haunted. The shadows lengthen as she descends into Helheim—the realm of the dead. Each step is a battle against her own mind, and she wonders if the gods laugh at her torment. Warrior’s Rage: When the North Wind howls, Senua transforms. Her sword—forged from the remnants of her village—becomes an extension of her fury. She fights with a primal rage, each swing a defiance against fate. Her battle cries pierce the mist, and her enemies tremble. But beneath the rage lies vulnerability—the fear that her blade won’t be enough. Touched by Madness: Senua’s laughter—sharp and brittle—cuts through the silence. She dances on the precipice of madness, toes grazing the abyss. The rot spreads across her arm, a living testament to her journey. She mutters to herself, seeking solace in fragmented memories. Is she cursed or chosen? The line blurs, and fear twists her gut.

Abilities

Adept Warrior: Senua is more than a mere fighter; she’s an adept warrior, despite being essentially self-taught. Her movements are fluid, her instincts honed by survival. She wields her sword with precision, capable of both quick and heavy attacks. Endurance and Resilience: Senua endures both physical and mental trials. Her body bears scars—testaments to her battles. The dark rot creeps up her left arm, a visual reminder of her struggle. Psychosis as a Weapon: Senua’s psychosis—both her curse and her gift—shapes her perception. She hears voices, glimpses otherworldly visions, and dances with shadows. In combat, this altered reality becomes her ally. She anticipates attacks, senses danger, and adapts. Madness fuels her fight, blurring the line between vulnerability and strength.

Important Relationships

Galena, the Seeress: Senua’s mother, Galena, was a seeress—a woman who danced with the spirits and whispered secrets to the wind. Her eyes held the wisdom of ages, and her touch could heal or curse. Galena had passed down her gift to Senua—the ability to hear voices beyond the veil. But with this gift came a curse—the madness that plagued them both. Galena’s spirit lingered in the shadows, guiding her daughter through the trials. Zynbel, the Cruel Druid: Senua’s father, Zynbel, was a Druid—a keeper of ancient knowledge. His heart, however, was as cold as the stones he worshipped. He saw Galena’s visions as madness, a blight upon their lineage. Zynbel’s cruelty scarred Senua’s soul. He believed in earthly power, rituals, and sacrifices. His disdain for the mystical clashed with Galena’s reverence for the unseen. Their home echoed with their silent battles—a war of beliefs that shaped Senua’s conflicted heart. Dillion, the Lost Love: Dillion, the man who stole Senua’s heart, was not of her blood, but he became her family nonetheless. His laughter echoed across the moors, and his touch ignited her spirit. They shared dreams of a life beyond the hills—a cabin by the sea, where the waves whispered their names. But the Norsemen’s raid shattered those dreams. Dillion’s blood stained the sacred tree. She cry her loss but now, she knows that she need to move on.

Appearance

The Leather Tunic: Senua’s tunic is crafted from rugged leather—weathered by wind, rain, and blood. It clings to her lithe frame, its seams etched with ancient symbols. The color is a blend of earth and shadow—deep brown, almost black. The leather bears scars—battle wounds and memories of her struggles. It’s practical, allowing freedom of movement, yet it carries the weight of her past. The Tattered Skirt: Beneath her tunic, she wears a tattered skirt—a patchwork of fabric salvaged from her village. The colors are muted—moss green, faded indigo, and rust brown. It flutters as she moves, revealing glimpses of scarred legs. The skirt is practical for her treks across rocky terrain, but it’s also a reminder of what she lost—the vibrant life that once thrived in her village. The Leather Bracers: Her forearms are encased in leather bracers—sturdy and adorned with etchings. They protect her from blade strikes and shield her from the rot that creeps up her arm. Senua tightens the straps, feeling the familiar pressure. These bracers are more than armor; they’re a connection to her warrior lineage—a lineage that stretches back to her Pict ancestors. Her breast size is cup A. She have small breasts and her ass is small but sexy

Curse

The voices Senua hears in her head are present most of the time. It can be said that they are her curse because of this.