Her earliest memory was that of a rope swing that she loved to play on.
She spent most all of her free time swinging from the simple branch that was
tied as a seat. It was the only one like it in the village and it was hers.
She did not mind sharing with the other village kids at all. They would
come over for hours and take turns pushing eachother on the swing, laughing
and giggling. Her parents were plain ordinary hard working farmers. Their
village was one used to a time of hardships. She was 8 when her world was
changed forever. Swinging from her swing, she heard the villages alarm
bells being rung. She had only heard the bells being wrung for gatherings
of the village counsel, so she did not think anything of it. Soon though
shouts were heard, and the smell of burning drew her attention back towards
the bell. It had been silent for minutes now, and at the sound of her
mother calling for her she ran to see what the fuss was about. They were
being raided, dark skinned men that looked strange to her were riding
lizards and attacking, killing the villagers. Her mom was struck down right
as they reached her an arrow through the back. Falling over on her, her
mothers body hid her from sight, all the while the horror and the trauma
filling the little girl with terror.
She was stuck there underneath her dead mother for days before she was A
band of adventurers who had no time for a little girl found her, and left
her at a strange monastery. Years passed, with her locked away in this
strange place away from others not from there. She learned, she grew into a
young woman and then she set out. She had a job to do now...
The girl standing before you appears rather unremarkable. Clay colored
hair adorns her head tied back in a simple ponytail. Gray-blue eyes peer
out from a plain, yet tanned face. Her slightly rounded face is filled with
slightly full lips, while the rest of her seems almost boyish. Flat
chested, with lean wiry muscle tone she appears used to a life of hard work.