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[color=baa7c7][i]“You won’t survive the winter.”[/i][/color][/center]
[color=baa7c7][u]Name[/u][/color]
[indent]Lienna Orhneaht[/indent]
[color=baa7c7][u]Age[/u][/color]
[indent]18 [sub][i]Born the 17th day of the Pegasus Moon, 1476[/i][/sub][/indent]
[color=baa7c7][u]Country of Origin[/u][/color]
[indent]The Holy Kingdom of Faerghus[/indent]
[color=baa7c7][u]Social Standing[/u][/color]
[indent]Commoner - soon to join a minor branch of House Gautier[/indent]
[color=baa7c7][u]Crest[/u][/color]
[indent]Minor Crest of Gautier[/indent]
[color=baa7c7][u]Starting Class[/u][/color]
[indent]Monk[/indent]
[color=baa7c7][u]Weapon of Choice[/u][/color]
[indent]Black Magic (Bow secondary)[/indent]
[color=baa7c7][u]Strengths[/u][/color]
[indent]Reason & Bow[/indent]
[color=baa7c7][u]Weaknesses[/u][/color]
[indent]Heavy Armour & Flying[/indent]
[color=baa7c7][u]Personality[/u][/color]
[indent]The far northern reaches of Faerghus have a way of imprinting themselves on the people who live in them; frigid, thorny, and severe. Lienna is no exception. Aptly described as “cold”, Lienna looks out for herself first and without exception - everything and everyone else is secondary. She’s not the person to go seeking compassion, and [i]definitely[/i] isn’t the caretaking type, more liekly to watch you wither and die than take on any extra burden. Still, she can be bargained with, if something of adequate value is offered in return. 

As such, Lienna judges things (and people) by how much they can help or hurt her; the beneficial are kept, and the malignant or burdensome promptly abandoned. Socially, she’s attentive and sharp, willing to say or do whatever she needs to to get what she wants, but not an breath more. A hardened air of bitterness from a life hard-fought is apparent in everything she does, but she has no interest in hashing out the past. At the same time, she sees little value in thinking too hard about the future: to Lienna, what matters most is surviving the here and now, and anything beyond that can be dealt with later. [/indent]
[color=baa7c7][u]History[/u][/color]
[indent]In the Northern reaches of Gautier territory there sits a small village by the name of Hima, best described as a motley assembly of shacks huddled around a small church right on the border of Faerghus and Sreng. Sandwiched between Srengese aggressors and Gautier defenses, the village felt the full brunt of their endless struggle for territory, often caught up in the crossfire of battles or raided for supplies by Srengese forces. Infertile soil, harsh climate, and continued regional unrest made the battlegrounds of Faerghus and Sreng all but unlivable, but nonetheless Hima stubbornly persisted, its people clinging to their inhospitable birthplace like weeds on a cliffside. It was there, in stubborn Hima, that Lienna was born. 

She was an only child, left in her elderly grandmother’s care when she was just days old by a mother who wanted nothing to do with her and a father no one could name. With little money to care for a baby, Lienna’s grandmother, Oma, was forced to pick up whatever extra bit of work her old bones could manage, sewing and mending for pennies to make ends meet. Lienna eagerly helped when she was old enough, picking up odd jobs and hunting small game, and the two of them together managed to get by. There was no time or money for school, but Oma did her best to teach Lienna to read, write, and add numbers together; when the child exceeded her own knowledge, she sent her to the village church to learn from the priest and read the scriptures. It was at that church where, at the age of nine, Lienna first discovered she bore a Crest: the Minor Crest of Gautier. 

Lienna was excited at first, told by the Priest that her Crest was a blessing from the Goddess, but to Oma, the news was unwelcome. Having heard the stories of how Crests destroyed lives and ripped families apart, she impressed upon Lienna that she must keep her crest a secret, that the nobility of Faerghus would kill, steal and die to add Crest bearers to their ranks and that if anyone found out about it, she would surely be stolen away. But word of a Crest bearer among the commoners of Hima was bound to get out, no matter how closely guarded the secret; soon enough Lienna heard townspeople talk about it, heard it discussed among the Gautier soldiers who often passed through. A few offers of adoption eventually came in from minor nobles, no doubt eager to claim ownership of her Crest, but Oma always forcibly denied them. Lienna didn’t want to go, anyway; from Oma’s stories, Crests sounded more like a curse than a blessing, and she wouldn’t see her little family broken for anything. 

If only such things were within her control. 

When Lienna was twelve, Oma started changing, her great age manifesting in ugly ways. It was subtle at first; she’d forget where she left her sewing or trail off in the middle of a sentence, simple mistakes easily attributed to the ravages of time. But her decline was fast, staggeringly so. Soon, she was forced to retire from her little mending business when she could no longer reliably tell the difference between shirts and pants. She began missing meals, and started wandering away from the cabin at all hours of the night, searching for places and people Lienna had never heard of. One evening, Lienna came home to an Oma who didn’t recognize her, speaking of things fifty years past as if they happened just yesterday. 

There was nothing for Lienna to do but take up the mantle of caretaker. Within a few months she was transformed from child to parent, her days and nights stretched thin as she scraped together all she could to care for a grandmother who’d forgotten who she was. The townspeople were no help; they were sympathetic at first, but when the true nature of Oma’s condition got out they avoided her like the Imperial plague, thinking her madness was contagious or a divine punishment for some horrible sin. Whatever their reasons, it was quickly apparent to Lienna that without her Oma to turn to, the only person in the world she could rely on was herself. 

The worst came when Lienna was fourteen. After being forced to run from a routine village raid, she returned to find her grandmother unharmed, but absolutely hysterical. Lienna was shocked; Oma had long since lost touch with reality, seeing and hearing things that weren’t there and prone to bouts of paranoia, but this episode was the most intense Lienna had ever seen. Oma was inconsolable, howling and screaming for Lienna to get away. Like countless times before, Lienna tried to tell Oma who she was, but Oma was unusually stubborn, insisting that she looked nothing like Lienna and that her granddaughter had been taken away by evil things that had been chasing her. She hurled unimaginable abuse at the so-called “imposter”, screaming horrible things Lienna never thought she’d ever hear pass her Oma’s lips. When Lienna finally managed to calm her down, it was like Oma was asleep with her eyes open, staring blankly and not uttering a word. 

She never spoke again. 

For Lienna, the years that followed were like living with a corpse she couldn’t bury. She did her best to care for her, sure, but to Lienna, Oma was dead; the body left behind was just an empty husk, a cruel mockery of the wise and vibrant woman she loved so dearly. Alone in the world, she grew bitter and distant, calloused from the pain and grief that shook her every time she looked at Oma’s hollow stare. 

Lienna had just come of age when Oma finally passed, and she didn’t pause to mourn her. Instead, Lienna resolved to get as far away from that sad little cabin as she could manage, determined to use whatever methods she could muster not to spend another second shivering in Hima with a belly full of snow. She knew her Crest was her best shot at escaping, and was fully prepared to take advantage of it; Oma would have hated the idea, but the hells would take Lienna before she let a long-dead ghost control her any longer. 

After a short stay at the village church and a lot of prodding the Gautier soldiers, Lienna learned of a Gautier Earl, the current Margrave’s brother, who was struggling to produce a Crest-bearing heir. Seeing her chance, Lienna got in contact with the Earl, who was expectedly welcoming of the chance to absorb another Crest-bearer into his family. Marrying an Earl, Lienna reasoned, would solve all of her problems: she’d leave Hima and live in an estate, never to worry about the roof over her head or her next meal ever again. So what if the Earl was two decades older than her; marrying him and bearing a few Crest babies seemed a small price to pay for a guaranteed life of comfort. 

Still, Lienna was no fool - she wouldn’t agree to lock herself away in a far-flung Gautier keep without insurance. Oma taught her to read and add because she insisted that if she wasn’t educated, she’d be swindled for the rest of her life; this was no exception. Lienna needed to learn more about the world she was entering, understand their politics and make connections of her own lest her new husband or any of his highborn peers try to take advantage of her ignorance. Thus, she agreed to marry the Earl under one condition: He would sponsor her education at the Garreg Mach Officers’ Academy. After insisting that he’d keep an eye on her so she wouldn’t take his money and run, the Earl agreed, and arranged for Lienna to attend Garreg Mach for the year preceding their marriage. Lienna didn’t care; she’d accept an army of chaperones if it meant getting what she wanted. [/indent]
[color=baa7c7][u]Trivia[/u][/color]
[list][*]Lienna stands about 5'3" with a thin, willowy frame. Her hair is long, straight, and the colour of ivory, usually either braided or worn down. Her skin is fair and generally clear, and her eyes are a deep amethyst purple. 
[*]Her favourite dish is Beast Meat Teppanyaki. While simple, it was a special treat enjoyed on the rare occasions when her village could get their hands on Noa fruit. 
[*]Having broken a leg as a child when she fell from a tall tree, Lienna has a potent fear of heights. 
[*]“Orhneaht” is pronounced [i]or • nay[/i].[/list]
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Class prog:
[indent]Monk -> Mage -> Warlock -> Gremory[/indent]
Spells:
[indent]Blizzard -> Freeze -> Fenrir -> Fimbulvetr[/indent]
Uniform:
[indent]Long skirt, standard blouse w/ mild bishop sleeves (jacket omitted), short boots. In place of bodice on blouse is a dark sash wrapped around midsection (dark brown like pic?) tied in a loose floppy bow on front right. [/indent]