So this look is a bit of a re-tooling of Morianndra, Keeper of Secrets: http://gw2style.com/look.php?id=11135 It's a continuation of the story of Morianndra, so read it before this one :)-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I am Morianndra. Well, a version of her. When she split the dimensions of time to hide her people away to protect them from the impending doom of the elder dragon, I was created to empower her Continuum Split. In the process, I was shattered, destroyed. Or so we all thought. I was never meant to exist beyond that instance. For quite some time I was frozen, a needle's head away from death, in this empty dimension created by the chronomancer, stuck in a state of seemingly perpetual limbo. It was not until an explosion of cursed and powerful energy did I wake from this stasis, the destruction of the Bloodstone as you call it. It was then that I could roam the world freely.I have no memories, no emotion, no faith, no imagination, no idea of what reality is set before me. It is with that curse that I tread across the dimensions of time, lost, confused, deranged, even mad. My identity is tied to a being I barely knew for less than a fraction of a second. Or is it? Am I sentient? Am I free? I know my power is well beyond my own comprehension, for I have destroyed many unfortunate souls that I have come across completely by accident. But what does this power grant me if I have not a clue what I, I, am supposed to BE?Perhaps I should investigate the source of my existence, the chronomancer Morianndra and the Bloodstone. They are the only true ties to this world that I know of, the one that created and destroyed me, and the one that resurrected me. Perhaps that is where the answers begin.