Athira Darkhaart. Or at least, what the manifestation of the spirit of the legendary Darkhaart blade is.
People said years ago there was once an unnamed sword that would curse their user for abusing it's power. As you can imagine, a gal named Athira, indeed did so. Craving it's power and using it for herself. Not much good when the sword doesn't agree with that, and bonds you to it.
So now she sits in her pedestal, or. At least. She did. Until she pulled herself out of it, gave herself a body, and went out. Out to find a hero. Maybe someone with less corrupt intentions-- Someone WORTHY of the blade, could take it. And set her spirit free.
Maybe finally she can die, instead of being a revered sword that'd swipe down any challengers before it, unworthy at it's shrine.