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Erinayes Status: HP = 42, P = 35, EP = 35
(Note: I reserve the right to involve your characters backstory in the plot.)
Erinaye walked cautiously down the road. She kept her pace slow, giving her time to remember. She was going back, back to where it had all began. She remembered her parents, how they played with her and held her when she was young. How her father had sometimes seemed sad, but she had never understood why. How they had died, her mother burned to death by a wizards fire and her father gutted not three feet in front of her while she had hid in the drawer of their pantry. They had burned the house down, and she had thought that she too would be consumed by the flames. But then, something had happened.... She didn't remember it well enough. A dark figure, clothed all in black with a curved blade. Tearing through the walls of the house, taking her through the flames to safety.
It was he who had taken her to the monks, so many miles away. But it had seemed like only moments..... That had begun the second part of her life, her training. She had wanted revenge. So, she learned to fight. But then her strange powers had begun to manifest. She had at first been delighted, and showed her instructors. They had recoiled in horror, calling her daemon-spawn and demon. She had been cast out. One family destroyed, the other guilty of betrayal. So be it. Soon, she would have her revenge. She would find out who had murdered her parents, and destroy them all. Soon.
She reached the bend around the mountain road, and saw the smoke stacks of the newly built factories. She would be in the town by early evening. A ways down the road, she heard the neighing of a horse.