Fiona Valeriane
Nov 28, 2015 5:39:58 GMT
Post by flexiblesurvival on Nov 28, 2015 5:39:58 GMT
At a young age, Fiona Valeriane was a loving little girl healthy and happily living with a mother and father who cared for her immensely. She lived in the rural reaches of the Zholan rural. Mother tending the simple home, Fiona was raised under the guiding light of Lathander while her father was out serving as a guard to the city in service to his lord and patron Torm. Such was a simple life, continuing on for many a year until Fiona's thirteenth birthday. Her mother having fallen ill, no amount of prayer or healing medicine would come to work and she was soon after put to rest in the proper ceremonies for a devotee of Lathander. It was with such dark times in her life that she found the sunshine gone and Fiona was left with not but storm clouds to hang over her world.
Growing and aging, she spent more time with her father in the city of Zholan before she finally joined the guard as a simple armorer, polishing the weapons and shields as much as the boots for the other soldiers. It was not heard of for a woman to be a part of the guard but she took as she was given and didn't complain. Continuing under the tutelage of her father, she trained in the art of the sword to protect herself, wielding not a short sword nor a long sword, but rather he made his daughter train in the use of a hand-and-a-half sword(Bastard sword). A weapon far too heavy for normal use by most soldiers and considered an unyielding weapon to have in pairing with a shield. She was pushed to her limits during the day and found herself doing her chores in the night until finally she had begun mastering the use of the weapon in combination with a shield for a solid defense.
By the time she had reached the age of twenty-three, Fiona found her father in high ranking among the Zholan security council that oversaw the whole of the city protection. For her dedication to her work and her training, she was rewarded rank as Commander of the Zholan Patrol in which she took charge over the nightly patrol routes to ensure the protection of the city. For many a year this simple position worked out and she was happy with her place in life; only then to find word coming to the city of a strange plague overtaking the city of Kalaram across the sea. It was with her request that she be sent over to give assist in training the troops to help in siege training as more and more reports rose of people falling ill and becoming unstable, assaulting others like mad beasts who had not previously been infected by the sickness.
Baring witness to the fall of the world, she has come to find her new home a dimension of chaos and death where being dead no longer means to be dead. Where she watched her trainees be torn apart and ripped open; blood pouring free of their bodies only for them to rise from the dead to begin attacking others. Now she runs, she survives, she fights to take back that which was stolen from her. Life.
Growing and aging, she spent more time with her father in the city of Zholan before she finally joined the guard as a simple armorer, polishing the weapons and shields as much as the boots for the other soldiers. It was not heard of for a woman to be a part of the guard but she took as she was given and didn't complain. Continuing under the tutelage of her father, she trained in the art of the sword to protect herself, wielding not a short sword nor a long sword, but rather he made his daughter train in the use of a hand-and-a-half sword(Bastard sword). A weapon far too heavy for normal use by most soldiers and considered an unyielding weapon to have in pairing with a shield. She was pushed to her limits during the day and found herself doing her chores in the night until finally she had begun mastering the use of the weapon in combination with a shield for a solid defense.
By the time she had reached the age of twenty-three, Fiona found her father in high ranking among the Zholan security council that oversaw the whole of the city protection. For her dedication to her work and her training, she was rewarded rank as Commander of the Zholan Patrol in which she took charge over the nightly patrol routes to ensure the protection of the city. For many a year this simple position worked out and she was happy with her place in life; only then to find word coming to the city of a strange plague overtaking the city of Kalaram across the sea. It was with her request that she be sent over to give assist in training the troops to help in siege training as more and more reports rose of people falling ill and becoming unstable, assaulting others like mad beasts who had not previously been infected by the sickness.
Baring witness to the fall of the world, she has come to find her new home a dimension of chaos and death where being dead no longer means to be dead. Where she watched her trainees be torn apart and ripped open; blood pouring free of their bodies only for them to rise from the dead to begin attacking others. Now she runs, she survives, she fights to take back that which was stolen from her. Life.
