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Has an armband on her right-arm with the Weltschmerz Insignia on it.
ETC - As with most Weltschmerz personnel, Wynter always has an ETC pill on her at all times.
Wrist Mounted Crossbow - Weltschmerz-designed, its compact size belies its effectiveness. Being able to be slotted with cartridges of various types, the crossbow is effective at close to medium range. From being able to utilize bolts laced with black powder that ignite and explode upon contact, to bolts laced with paralytic poisons to subdue a target or even standard bolts which are sharper to allow for greater piercing potential.
Knives - She always has several knives on her person, with two being hidden within her heels.
Explosives - She usually carries smaller explosives on her. While not necessarily dangerous to your typical supernatural entity, they can pack quite a punch or serve as a distraction.
Black-Powder Rifle - An unconventional weapon, no doubt. While most would argue its effectiveness, Wynter typically uses it when she's far away from her target or if she has the drop on someone. But, due to the fact it uses black powder, it takes far to long to reload in most situations. The only notable thing about the rifle is that it's been reinforced with metal, allowing her to use it as a melee weapon.
With over 20 years of service under her belt Wynter is, unsurprisingly, an extremely skilled combatant. Agility and dexterity comprise her greatest attributes, as well as her own keen sense for combat and danger. Aware of her surroundings at all times, there's not a lot that gets past Wynter. She can utilize a plethora of weapons, to the point she can even use her rifle as a dangerous physical tool. Having relied on her crossbow for several years, her accuracy is quite spot on.
Wynter is a woman of considerable mental fortitude. She's been subjected to countless tortures and magic-based mental assaults leaving her incredibly resistant to torture. And while it could be considered a personality trait more than anything, her iron-will and dedication to whatever mission she's given allows her to push through and ignore most pain.
Wynter is a woman of immense will, first and foremost. Lacking any form of Sillage, this is not something that'd be immediately apparent due to the air of confidence she carries. There's a slight stoicism to her that serves as an outward expression of her confidence, as on the outside she can easily remain calm and unfazed.
Despite what some may tell you, Wynter is not a cold or wholly unfriendly woman. Even with her dogmatism, she is not beyond compromise or reasoning. She's the type who'll put her personal feelings aside, but she won't abandon them. She'll share a camaraderie with her fellow soldiers, but she's not one to overdo things.
She approaches everything with a steady hand and moderation, not one to let her emotions get the best of her. Having lived a majority of her life as a soldier, she'll follow any order to the death even if she may not agree with it. The only times she'll disobey is if it needlessly puts human civilians at risk.
Her greatest 'flaw' as some might call it, is her hatred of anyone that is not human. When it comes to dealing with non-humans, her personality is quite toxic and her words easily become laced with hatred. This leads to her ruffling a lot of feathers, though there's quite a few people cropping up lately who seem to share her sentiments.
- Whenever she's relaxing or taking time for herself, she'll usually be smoking or something. She prefers not to drink unless she has reassurances that she won't be called for duty any time soon.
Born in northern Xipilkha, Wynter's early childhood is nothing to really write home about. Named after her mother's favorite season, she led a life that was unassuming and all around 'normal'. She had friends, went to school and was taught archery by her father. Her life was simple but it was fulfilling.
But as she grew older, things began to slowly change over time. By the time she became a young adult, her mother passed away from an illness. With her father content with wasting away, attempting to find comfort in the bottom of a bottle, Wynter was left to mostly fend for herself. She abandoned any form of further schooling, instead resigning herself to taking care of her father.
With his bow, she frequently hunted for their meals, sometimes being gone for days at a time. And when she returned, she always did her best to care for the man. Yet, when a group of nomads passed by their home, she couldn't shake the anxiety. The pit in her stomach that warned of the things to come.
They were members of a religious group who Wynter had only heard rumors of, the Black Sun Cabal. She didn't know much about them, but the gossip was always mixed. Some would say how much good they did, while others were portray them as vile and wicked. But, the words they spoke roused Wynter's father from his stupor and the man slowly became engrossed in the worship of the Black God.
And Wynter could only watch as her father fell further and further down the rabbit hole over the course of a week. He had gone from a drunkard who could barely stand straight to a religious zealot in what seemed to be no time at all. It was disconcerting, but Wynter had managed to keep her wits about her. She wasn't as easily swayed, perhaps because she hadn't been pushed to the same brink of desperation as her father.
But this refusal to easily submit was inevitably what drove the wedge between she and her father. The whispers of the cultists caused him to look at her strange - to avoid her and outright shun her. If she wouldn't worship his god and savior, then she was no daughter of his. And eventually, while returning home from a hunt, she was attacked.
That night in the forest was arguably her most defining moment. As her arrow pierced her father's heart and his body fell to the ground, joining the rest of the cultists, Wynter knew her life would never be the same. Despite the number of the people, she knew the forest that surrounded their home like the back of her hand so it had been as simple as picking them off one by one.
There was no thought to her action until she fired the arrow that would spell the end of her father. She hadn't hesitated to take the lives of the cultists, it had almost been natural. That's when the questions started.
Wynter had been sad when her mother died, but she moved on quickly. She hadn't hesitated to kill those who were a threat to her, her father included. Was there something wrong with her?
This question led to an inevitable search for answers. And those answers came in the form of her joining Weltschmerz at a young age. Trained by mercenaries-turned-soldiers, Wynter quickly came to the conclusion there was nothing wrong with her. She just knew how to handle her emotional baggage better than others; she knew how to focus and do what had to be done with no hesitation.
And joining Weltschmerz at a young age left her susceptible to some of the more radical ideologies present within the organization. While it wasn't anything as outlandish as serving some mysterious god, she adopted their hatred for non-humans.
By the time she was 24, she was transferred to the main Weltschmerz Branch in Gaothaire. Over the past few years she had proven herself to be a skilled and dedicated soldier, so her 'promotion' was natural. And ever since then, she's continued to serve to the best of her abilities - all for The Glory of Mankind.
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