Karma is a towering (8'3) human of substantial build and dons a smoothly white kimono adorned with a pattern of black roses that fade to white near the hems. Karma has a wild, fluffy, unkempt lions mane (neck fur does not apply) of jet black hair that cascades down her shoulders and to her hips. Karma's skin is tanned and weathered by her constant traversal of the road, never staying in one place too long if she can help it. Particularly, Karma's indifference to personal hygiene can be most noticeable in close quarters. Karma's facial features are sharp, usually ending in points. Her eyebrows are thick and almost always furrowed, creating a permanent frustrated crease between her good eye and the eternally-bandaged half of her face. Her eye is slanted and bares a dull black iris and pupil of identical color, leaving the only color on her body to be her amber skin.
Karma's right arm and right eye were both taken in the horrific attack on her home continent, Naiid, by a Man of Irredeemable Evil of which she was the only survivor, being left for dead. The entire right half of her body is charred to black over the severe arcane burns she had received in the attack, this is usually covered through excessive bandaging. Her missing arm is hidden by the loose sleeves of her kimono, and she uses no prosthetic, rather, a shamisen is tied to her stump with rope, useful as an tool to regain some of the body's natural balance, as well as a bludgeoning implement for surprise attacks. Hilted at her hip is her main weapon and what she has spent her years since the attack practicing; a katana. The blade of the katana is black with a razor's edge of silver metal (not silver material, silver in color) due to exorbitant sharpening. It's tsuba is the symbol of yin and yang, and it's tsuka is comprised of black and white bindings. She also carries a concealed firearm in the overlap of her kimono, though nothing extravagant; a flintlock pistol.
Karma was raised as Hanabi Jubilee, with the whole of Naiid treating her as a boon of good luck and a blessed child due to her birthmark encompassing her back baring a perfect resemblance to the village's guardian deity's emblem, Hanabi was also born with gigantism, which was treated as part of the blessing due to it's rarity of course and the general lack of strong hands in the village at the time. Overall, Hanabi was raised right, if not garnering a little bit of an ego, moreso than the usual child, due to the elevated way she was treated. Other children were eager to befriend her and to watch her show off both her natural strength, and her gained strength as she developed a passion for athleticism and fitness in general. She was always happy to help out others in need, and carried with her an aura of boundless joy to share with her people. One of her early talents and hobbies was learning to play the shamisen.
The continent she lived on was named Naiid, though considered to be part of the mainlands territory. The isle kept to itself, not necessarily a hermit land but not engaging in trade or any sort of contact with other civilizations if it had to. Unfortunately, it's reclusive nature would come to be it's downfall, as when a malevolent wizard who'd gained an absurd and overwhelming surge of power chose to enact a barbaric test of his newfound strength in a practice often referred to as 'tsujigiri.' By the time the mainlanders had realized the archipelago had gone silent, it had already been wiped off the map for several weeks; deleted, erased, no trace of it's existence left except a then eleven year old Hanabi, made to learn how to row a boat to shore with one arm, and a scorching crater in the sea.
Eventually, Vironir's people stopped talking about Naiid, with those few who remember it ever existed generally treating the topic as if it were jinxed, or never real. 'An entire continent does not simply just vanish overnight,' many excuse.
Now dubbing herself Karma, she wanders from town to town searching for any information on the Man of Irredeemable Evil. Despising magic, she does not employ it to herself and despises those who do, particularly abhoring any casters such as sorcerers, warlocks, and wizards. She makes no friends, talks as little as possible, and never stays still. Her culture resembles nothing of the modern day as well as her size often cause stories to circulate about her. Most commonly describing her as a wandering spirit of rancor; present for but a moment, and wreaking naught but death to those who make the mistake of getting in her way.