Red

War is a conniving, untrustworthy bitch. She says so herself with every sign of pride.

She is, in truth, much more than that, but those are the things that most discover about her almost immidiately. If they live to learn more about her, they'll wish they hadn't. An unfortunately truth is that War enjoys what she is, she manipulates people and events for maximum bloodshed. After all, that's the point.

War has existed since the first human clubbed another human to death with a rock.

In many ways, things have progressed from there. They'd moved on from rocks to sharpened sticks and then sharpened rocks, and then they'd discovered metal. She'd watched with interest, and only a little in the way of manipulation until they found cross-bows (devilishly delicious things) and then gunpowder. The day they'd worked out gunpowder had been wonderful, she still felt the thrill of it up and down her spine.

War is, in truth, not a very cruel creature. She is simply the personification of human hate and conflict, born out of bloodshed and destined to watch every battle and ever fight until the end of the world. Which, if all these calendars, portents and prophecies are right, won't be very far away.

Which is a pity. She doesn't like humans, per se, but they are amusing. She is known for travelling from place to place, ostensibly as a journalist, and is known in the business for always being in the right place at the right time and catching conflicts as they begin. Of course this has nothing to do with the fact that her aura causes humans to fight, or that she might arrive with a truck full of weapons.