"If they want war, than we shall GIVE IT TO THEM!"

Height:5"9
Bust:C.
Build:Muscular.


Tresdin, sans helm
"They came without warning. Within the city walls of Stonehall there came a rumble and a terrible sound, and from blackness unknown came a force of beasts numbering beyond count, wielding flame and foul sorcery, slaying and snatching mothers and sons to dark purpose. Of once-mighty Stonehall's military strength only the Bronze Legion, led by the indomitable Commander Tresdin, was near enough to answer the call of battle. They rode into their city, fighting through bloodstained alleyways and burning markets, cutting their way through the monstrous throng to the source of the sudden invasion: an ethereal rift within the city square, and at its precipice thundered their dreaded champion.
Enwrapped in a corrosive shimmer, the leader of the abyssal horde swung its massive blade, cleaving a legionnaire in two as his flesh began to spoil. Tresdin lifted her blood-stained sword and settled her sights on the beast. It turned, smiling at her through a maze of teeth. Heedless of the battle raging around them, they charged one another.

Deflecting blow after blow, the pair danced their deadly duel as the Bronze Legion met its end around them. Tresdin leapt forward as her foe swung its sword to meet her. The odds turned. The attack smashed into Tresdin suddenly, a brutal thrust from the side, but even as her balance slipped she rallied her strength for another stroke. Blade scraped on blade, beyond the hilt to the gnarled paw below, carving it in two in a fearsome spray of sparks and blood. The vile audience looked on in astonishment as she pressed the attack, driving her blade through her foe's flesh into the stampeding heart within. With a scream that split the clouds above, the beast erupted in a torrent of gore and anguish. The stygian portal wavered, the power sustaining the chasm beyond vanishing as suddenly as it had appeared. The remaining invaders fell quickly to Stonehall steel.

Though victorious, the survivors saw little to celebrate: the city lay in ruins, and survivors were few. Fires continued to spread. Unfurling her banners of war, Tresdin gathered what allies she could. Her anger smoldered as she pledged brutal vengeance upon the forces of the abyss, and damned be any who would dare stand in her way."


So Tresdin is one of the last remaining commanders of stonehall, an indomitable confident force on the battlefield, her cleaving blows and incredible combat prowess making her a force to be reckoned with, she knows she's tough, and any enemy she can't beat, she can quickly learn.

However in social situations, she's a bit awkward, knowing things only in terms of war and battle, having learned soldiery, tactics, and how to fight from a young age, she's actually quite shy when not involved in some boiling conflict,Although when in bed her demanour swaps again..sex as much a battlefeild to the experienced dominatrix in command...it's like she can communicate better with her body than she can with words that aren't shouted in the heat of battle. she is universally dominating, even when it seems someone had her bent over she's always setting the pace of the penetration, Punishing those who displease her.







She has come to nexus after learning that the locals here practice a 'unique combat technique' which she wishes to learn...she has no idea what the hell she's getting herself into. Tresdin is actually compeltely mundane in terms of magical ability, no spells or even sense of magic about her..what she does have however, is a strong body, a sharp mind, and incredible skill with her favoured Halberd the Unrusted Vengance(Crafted by holy men, it's literally immune to any sort of aging or decomposition) meaning that even if an enemy has more raw power than her, she can swing hard enough in the right places to take them down...she's one to watch out for, never underestimate a commander of legions.

She is a domina

Tresdin and an "old freind" getting together and "Sparring"

Blades of voth Domosh

"Set in her vengeance against the abyss, Tresdin approached the baleful armorer Qwyth, who gifted to her these hellbound blades. Though she obtained the swords without cost, she may realize too late that the price extracted for wielding such incredible power could be more than she is willing to part with..."


This is a Tresdin from an alternate timeline...the deadly blades she took take many lives, coating her in infernal flames, and moving with an almost supernatural speed and stregth...but they have another affect... slowly these blades turn the weilder into a vicious infernal Demon, one who only whishes to create their own demonic realm, full of power and vicious hunger...This alternate Tresdin knows far more about vore than the regular Tresdin, and has access to flaming magic from the 7 hells.

the only thing you could do against this hellish Tresdin isRUN

She's quite dominating...like really dominating!