<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">character</div><div class="spoiler_body">Lenore Melisandre (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2172349)<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/BUCVs2i.jpg?1)</div><br/>A pale and haunting young woman hailing from the war torn kingdom of Adhara. Born to a proud military family, her father a career soldier and her mother a healer, Lenore was orphaned by the previous war, "The Wolf's March", 20 years ago. With no means of supporting herself at her parents' homestead, she was picked up by what had first appeared to be a kindly caravan of fellow war refugees: men, women, and children all displaced by the constant battles and sackings. However in truth the group was a sinister cult of Necromaster worshipers, who used the guise of a relief group to round up the weak and vulnerable, people who no longer had anyone to miss or fight for them. <br/><br/>The cult took their band of unsuspecting victims and used them as sacrifices for their vile rituals and test subjects for their evil experiments. They sought to discover the innermost secrets of necromancy, to expand the scope of what was possible. Their goals and methods were erratic and disorganized, and their experiments covered every crazy and horrendous idea they could imagine, proverbially throwing everything against the wall to see what stuck, with the "everything" being innocent human lives. <br/><br/>Lenore was one of such experiments, though mercifully one of the less extreme one. They wished to see if the very essence of one's soul could be harnessed and manifested outside of one's body, shaped and channeled the same as one did with their mana. The experiments proved to be surprisingly fruitful, at least for Lenore, managing to tap into her then-unknown latent psychic potential. She still bears the marks of said rituals, the seals permanently stained into her skin, acting as the door through which she draws her power. The cultists were elated at their discovery, and continued running tests on her for several years after her powers first manifested, augmenting her body to become a perfect conduit for them. Perhaps misguidedly this also included training the young girl on how to use her powers on others. And while they were no trained soldiers, they managed to teach her enough to turn her powers against them. It was not some sweeping massacre or glorious rampage of revenge, but she managed to kill enough of them to escape their lair, limping back to her newly re-stabilized homeland. <br/><br/>At first Lenore had no intentions of using her powers or living a life of violence, it was the furthest thing she wanted in fact. She took an apprenticeship with an old smith from her home town and soon became an artisan of fine metalwork, specializing in jewelry specifically. However her peace was again disturbed by more war, opening up old wounds in her scarred mind. When the Traitor Lords again rose up in rebellion, Lenore wasted no time in getting the hell out of dodge. She sold her shop, her house, and most of her belongings. Combined with her savings she bought a carriage and a pair of horses (https://i.imgur.com/9850YLE.jpg) and was out of the kingdom in as few days as possible. She had intended to simply make her way as a traveling merchant, going from town to town peddling her crafts. However as the times grew more and more restless, the market for luxurious trinkets shrunk and the call for able bodied adventurers grew louder and more enticing. And so she now reluctantly supplements her ailing business with quest and mercenary work, just enough to make ends meet...or at least so she keeps telling herself. </div></div>