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[color=silver][sup][b]“Facts over Feelings. That's what they taught me. Can't quite shake the memory, though.”[/b][/sup][/color][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R   P O R T R A I T[/color]
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[COLOR=silver][INDENT][sub][color=dodgerblue][b]Lyndii Calendorne[/b][/color] was one of the lucky ones.

Getting out of the Landeil Family Orphanage with her sanity intact was hard, but she was fortunate. Now a girl of twenty, Lyndii has a supporting family with immense wealth backing her education into magecraft. 

It has come with complications and it is certainly not all flowers and decadence, but she cannot help but feel guilty that her friends could not share her fate. A wizard has many burdens to bear, it seems. She has never forgotten them, even as time edges forward, though she cannot imagine they will be in such a good state should they arrive at The Lying Wolverine like they all had promised.

[color=dodgerblue][b]Personality Traits of Note:[/b][/color] Introverted, Sarcastic, Irreverent, Atheistic, Intelligent, Kind, Honest.[/sub]
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Lyndii Ardoe was born in Ardenfeld twenty years ago.

Her father, Reiart, was Ardenfeld’s local healer and informal practitioner of the human goddess known as Zenith. Her mother, by contrast, was a normal farmgirl that had met Reiart during his turbulent adventuring years. 

There was no drama in the Ardoe household. No strife. Nothing that really reflected angst back at Lyndii. It was a pretty pleasant home life for the first decade of her life. The only real darkness she’d ever be exposed to were in two places: other kids in the village and in fairytales. 

It became no surprise that it was through those fairytales that Lyndii’s imagination and curiosity were born. Her father’s adventures had lent himself a collection of books, treasures, and everything in-between and that was not including the religious texts of the Twin Gods of Light, Zenith and Aeter, of which most humans worshiped across several kingdoms. The Shrine of Light was home, but so was the “grand library” that was her father’s study. There was not a time where Lyndii didn’t have her head in a book. She was the first kid in the village to learn to read and the first to scribe well. It painted her as a “know-it-all” with the other kids, even amongst those who were older than her.

Books were fountains of knowledge!, and knowledge had to be shared, after all.

And then the attack happened.

Strange men came through Ardenfeld like a maelstrom. Bandits had always been a concern in the frontier, but these men did not ask for coin or valuables. They took things, but only after fire and blood was forged by their hands. She was ten, almost one-and-ten by that point in her life. Both her parents were struck down and she herself was tossed in the lake by one of the men. 

One of the older boys pulled her from the lake’s depths and onto the shore. The sensation of seeing the deaths of her family play out, with her back to a wall, and then thrown into the deep end of Arden Lake would play back in her mind for the rest of her life. She would never touch a lakeside again. The raiders eventually disappeared back into the night. There were not many adults (or teenagers for that matter) who had survived. Those that did didn’t seek to rebuild. It didn’t matter, in a few days they were all taken to Sarinan and placed in the orphanage that resided there.

The orphanage that would become the next chapter in the children of Ardenfeld’s lives.[/indent][/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver][INDENT]Upon the first night in the orphanage, Lyndii and her friends made a pact. An oath to themselves and the people they had lost: ten years from that night they would return to their village. There was no real plan to what they would do exactly when they reunited, but it was a promise. Until then they would survive the orphanage, in a city they had never been to in their life, hoping they could make sense of the world around them and how it had changed in an instant.

For Lyndii, her time at the Orphanage was short. Very short.  

By the following Spring, she found herself being talked about by the orphanage elders. Apparently a family was interested in her. And just like that, she was gone from the Landeil Family Orphanage. Adopted into [b][u]nobility[/u][/b]–into [b][color=dodgerblue]House Calendorne[/color][/b]. While her friends remained in squalor, Lyndii was to sleep in a warm room with silk blankets and a full stomach. She hated it. She was young, barely one-and-ten, but she resented it and herself. It was the second time in her life where she blamed herself for things that were well beyond her control.

Though, she was grateful to her sponsors. Immensely. That would not change as the days turned into years.
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[COLOR=silver][INDENT]Being sponsored by a noble family was a rarity for orphans.

The commonality was merchant families or passing guilds, maybe even more well-off peasant families. A Paladin Order. An aged out adventurer or two. But rarely nobility. It was almost storybook-like. 

Aldressa Calendorne, the second wife to a baron to the east of Sarinan, saw something in Lyndii when she was visiting the city of Sarinan on an errand. A spark. A window to the young girl's potential with the right environment. Unable to have children of her own, she saw sponsorship as the only way she could fill the hole that existed within her soul. On paper the reasoning was sound and the amount of coin used to adopt and sponsor Lyndii wasn’t hard to procure. The relationship should have been a positive experience for the diminutive orphan. 

But it [i]wasn’t[/i].

Lord Miles, Aldressa’s husband, did not like nor explicitly want Lyndii to be sponsored by their family let alone formally adopted into their house. Lyndii’s first night in the stone keep was not one she remembers fondly. 

Lord Miles was not a kind man. He was an honest man, but he was not one who felt the need for niceties. During her first night, she sat in a room down the hall from the Lord and Lady’s quarters and the stone walls were quite hollow. She heard his screams at Aldressa, the names he used to describe Lyndii, how stupid Aldressa was, and how he demanded her to rescind Lyndii’s adoption and send her right back where she ‘belonged’. Aldressa didn’t relent. Even through his blood-curdling screams and temperamental tantrum. She heard items thrown in the room. The sound of flesh hitting flesh and Aldressa screaming in pain. It wasn’t until he stormed out of the room that everything went silent. She barely slept and Lyndii cried herself to get there. It would become a recurring theme for some time.

Over the years, Lord and Lady Calendorne would give Lyndii an education that befitted a member of House Calendorne. She was threatened multiple times that there was no room for error and if they were going to “keep” her she best make sure she followed instructions correctly. This wasn’t a problem. Lyndii was smarter than the other kids in the village she came from. Lord Miles condescendingly complimented her for being a commoner who could “actually” read and write. Though for every single time Lord Miles tried to break her down, Lady Aldressa lifted her up. It was an awkward childhood.

Certainly, there were times in those tenuous three-to-five years of being a child and being a young adult that she felt she would’ve been better off staying in the orphanage. As her outward emotions dwindled year-to-year, her inward ones wondered what her friends were going through. On some days it kept her going. On others it made her want to jump off the ramparts. 

Eventually, Lord Miles grew to tolerate her. He helped encourage her, guide her, and teach her lessons. She learned about the state of the barony, the kingdom, the changing climates, the concerns of the times, and pieces of his own personal life. Upon becoming an adult at six-and-ten he told her she did well to achieve what she had. It wasn’t an admittance of respect or an apology of his harshness, but it was about all he was capable of. Lyndii’s aptitude for the magical sciences during her time at the keep did award her one thing: a higher education she would have never been able to imagine. Lord Miles paid a sizable amount of coin to send her to the magical academy in the kingdom’s capital, where wizards were trained to be sages and scholars.

She was surprised, but grateful.

And for the last four years of her life that is where she had been. After graduating from novicehood to being a full member of the academy she hopes to find answers for herself and others. However, there is the matter of Ardenfeld she must consider first.
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