My story starts 24 years ago in a seaside city, named Stempela. Born to the youngest son of an Earl and a
kitchen slave, my fate was destined to be a harsh one.
Until by a stroke of good luck, I saved the life of a
warrior named, Brechton. Pulling his battered body
from a deserted battlefield when his breathing was
detected.  Using the skill I had picked up from watching
the healers of the village, I fed him, bandaged him,
bathed him, kept him warm. Until by the grace of
a Higher Power, he started to recover. All of this done
at the tender age of 13.

In the skirmish that took place outside of my village
my parents were both killed, my younger brother lost
to me, my home burned. As Brechton recovered in the
torn down remnants of the barn we spent many hours
talking. And when he was mostly healed and ready to go
home to recover fully, he took me with him.

I was treated as a loved daughter, as he and his wife
Grendel were unable to have children. And as she taught
me the finer points of being a "lady" he taught me how
to fight. With sword, dagger, whip, bow and arrow. He
made sure that when the day came and I would be forced
to protect myself, I would be ready. Much to Grendel's
consternation, as she felt I should wed and let my husband
protect me. Brechton, so well aware of my spirit knew me
best.

11 years later, I found my way to this realm after both
Brechton and Grendel were brought down by pox. Their
loss left me with little money and a need to roam free.
Here in this land I have made friends and enemies. And
have set out to prove myself a worthy warrior. Determined
to fight and beat those of the Dark that would harm the
innocent, the elderly, the infirmed.

Now a warrior for Order of Light.
I have bound myself to my brother warriors and sisters.
My honor to protect those that are unable to protect
themselves. To do so with the gifts granted me, and
to grow spiritually as well as physically from every
confrontation with a member of the Dark.

So that I am recognized, I leave here my description, my
abilities, and my hopes and dreams.
Be well.
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Description

Standing all of 4' 9"...I am indeed, the tiny warriorette.
Long blonde hair that falls in a cascade of curls, to the
middle of my back. Large dark blue eyes fringed with heavy
dark lashes. The lines of my body trim, and lightly muscled.
An athlete's body, from the years of training and the last
few months of active battle.

Weapons and Skills

My weapon of choice is the whip, carried on my left hip.
An 8 ft. length of leather, with a silver studded tip.
Two daggers find homes on my frame, one in my left
boot, the other on the right thigh. The one on my thigh
made from the goblet of an ancient healer and mystick.
It has been my companion for several years, and the
magick it contains has not been fully tested. The dagger
that resides in my left boot was taken from an assassin
as he left it buried in my shoulder. One day it will find it's
home, in his black heart. Also I own a sword, which is left
in a secret hiding spot until stepping into a known battle
the size and weight, special made for my tiny frame. The
edge as deadly as any mans.  My last weapon, a pet. A were
pup that owes me his life, with intelligence and an ability to
shape shift, his allegiance is with me, and thus the Light.
He would protect me to the death, I hope he never has to
prove it.