One of the characters who didn't get selected for a quest I plan to do on TGchan

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SPECIES - METTUALF
The Mettualf people are pure servants of the gods, made from metal and gems and given life through magic.
they are terrified of ever leaving the high realms, as without magic in the air they're bodies will stiffen and eventually become lifeless.
Mettualves are true immortals and never age even in the realms of rot, though in certain climates they have been known to rust if they don't practice good hygiene.
In the past hundred years Mettualves have been hunted to near extinction by the Harvesters of Churtagar for their immensely valuable crystalline eyes and hearts.

Name: FORGEMASTER FERIA GARAGAD
Species: Mettualf
Gender Female
Age: 105
Calling: Blademaster of Barugazt
Weapon: Tempered Glave & Tempered Gladius
Quote: "My blades speak for me"

Feria has known death and decay her whole life, born during the Betrayer's war, her childhood was spent around conflict.
before she could master the blade the war ended, orphaned along with most children of The High Realm: Martial Fields.

her home was a ruin and her childhood had been watching it die. Feria grew up under hatred of the other realms and hunted by harvesters eager to exploit such hatred, the hatred became her life and hardened her,
and the Mettualf people hardened well.

The Hatred consumed her and it became so fierce that no one would fight her, she would ignore injuries deny defeat just to lash out.
caring little for the skill of combat she turned her anger towards targets, pillars, crates, any thing that could stand before her blade.
but as it turns out almost nothing could
so she travel to the base of Mount Obsidia where the hardest rock could be found, thinking these would be a suitable opponent.
When she lashed out the stones held, when she lashed out further her blades broke.
Yet this did not fulfill her anger.
She would have to make a stronger blade she knew,
Utilizing crafting skills she had learned as a child during the war and after more than a hundred attempts she succeeded.
the rock cut it still was not enough, so she fortified the rock, so that her blade could not withstand it
for nearly a hundred years she made stronger targets and harder blades until one fateful day she was approached by a traveler.

"Forgemaster Feria, I was told you build the strongest blades in the realm" the traveler spoke
This fool had interrupted her and she ran him through with a tempered glaive lying nearby, yet he lived.
Feria was shocked to find she had no anger left.
The traveler calmly pulled himself off the blade, and continued.
"Battle comes to Silken Vale, and strong blades will be needed once more.