SweetSlashSour

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I was born into a humble family in a kingdom far, far away. I never wanted to grow up into the traditional life of being a meek housewife. I sought adventure. I sought excitement. I sought justice for my people. So, at the ripe age of 16, I ran from home, cut off my long brown locks, and posed as a man so that I may serve as a knight to my king. I underwent fierce training in the art of one handed weaponry and, with my natural healing powers, flourished as one of his best knights. My success was short-lived however, for my father had found me while I patrolled the streets of the capital. He collapsed on the street, crying for his daughter to come home as my comrades watched. They beat him and I mercilessly before bringing me to the king. Exiled for my lie of gender, I traveled thousands of miles before reaching Templehelm.

Starving and on the brink of death, I ended up in a jungle deep within Templehelm. I closed my eyes expecting death, only to hear a mighty voice resound in my head. "Child, you are weary. I shall assist you." Opening them once more, I found bread, stone, and wood in my midst. "I am Wildaven. Do well with the gifts I have given you." Since then, I have accepted Wildaven as my savior and deity of worship. Not long after, I met a certain rogue who helped build me up. We traveled together for a short period of time, and took shelter in the right side of the Foraven Forest, before I took independence due to my overdependency on him and moved to the left.

I miss my family and my old kingdom, true, but that cannot be regained until I can prove myself worthy. Only when I have honed my skill and become the best will I finally be able to return.