<div class="floatright">(https://images-ext-2.discordapp.net/external/OigbSAJEcKKurCIe6ky9A1qEmYREyEWkUo2cnBzxcRU/https/i.pinimg.com/564x/db/69/5a/db695a7c21ef98544727439024b47e66.jpg?width=213&amp;height=431)</div><strong>Amariel Rainbowwing</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ESRBaBEc0FglLyhGUlJD1r_tgtwJjTaVyuhyiTlQZhs/edit)<br/><br/>A long time ago, there was a golden haired waif growing up on the docksides.  She sang for her supper, or begged when singing didnt' get enough copper in her bowl.  A slip of a girl who never seemed to grow older than nine, even though people could remember her there from twenty years ago, the bullyboys quickly learned that she carried brass knuckles and had a mean right hook.<br/><br/>The only name she had at the time was Punchy.<br/><br/>Some sixty years ago and change Raven, a young priestess of Shelyn, saw the gold in the wild mop of hair, the brilliant shine in saphire eyes beneath the grime on her face, and heard the haunteing beauty in her song.  She adopted the girl, giving her the name Amariel Rainbowing.<br/><br/>Amariel's beauty--within and wihtout--proved to be just as great as the priestess believed.  Though Amariel seemed to age only a year or two every decade, Amariel loved her dearly, as did the whole of the temple.  They nurtured Amariel's beauty--within and without--'til she was a gentle hearted healer and peacemaker...<br/><br/>But she still kept a pair of gloves with heavy steel plates.  When the inocent suffered, their opressors would eventualy learn that the girl carried a glaive, and she still had a mean right cross.