Noe. The one, the only. (Intro of a Character)

Noe was sweet to most people. She had everything anyone could want. Innocence, flawless skin, those big black doe eyes, brown long waves cascading down her back framing her face, but there was always something.. Off.. About her. When she smiled, it was delicate. As if planned. When she looked at you, her eyes seemed to read every thought.

Wherever she goes, death follows.

Beauty spren, little ghostlike creatures that looked like little wisps of steam, always danced around her feet.

Death spren joined them.

Creative spren twirled around the pages of her art.

Rot spren caught hold of them and suffocated them.

Noe was always so.. calm. The face of death did not scare her, and she was scarily fast at running.

A carefully manicured hand pushed the door open to the blacksmiths. She had ordered a sword made of pure obsidian, and it was expected to arrive today.

"Madam Noe, how are you?" Andy, the blacksmith, questioned, his eyes scanning her up and down her body.

"I've come to collect my sword." She said, her voice silky smooth.

The blacksmith reached under his desk and carefully placed the blade on his counter. Noe picked it up and examined it.

"Satisfying." She commented. Leaving a few gold coins on the counter.

The blacksmith hesitated. "Noe, will you go to dinner with me later?"

Noe turned around and smiled a delicate, careful, and planned smile. "My journey is in a few days, Anderson. I ask you move onto the next woman who walks in here."

Andy, or Anderson, looked down, abashed.

"Have a nice day." She said with a small nod, placing the sword in the hand-crafted sheath.