Name: Bronwyn DeShand
Age: 19
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Appearance: A young woman, with a thick head of dark brown hair that is kept in long dreadlocks, managed into three bunches and a pair of jeweled twists. Her skin is tanned to a deeper olive tone, and is beginning to show signs of weathering from her years of traveling, along with a few small scars picked up from small accidents. Standing 5'7", Bronwyn is fairly sturdy of frame, with an athletic build.
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Rank: Recruit
Homeland: Imperium
Motivation: Altruistic, she fears for the manifold hurts of the world, should the demons breach, and win the war. She intends to use her abilities and skills to help prevent the darkest of outcomes, in any way she can.
History:
Born in the wilds of land unclaimed, on the shores of the Blood Sea, Bronwyn was expected to be a powerful mage. The single daughter, of a loving mother who was an arcane researcher, and a doting father, who was a powerful sorceror. The miniscule community they were a part of, may as well have been extended family. By the time she was nine, she had learned a variety of skills necessary, for living in a small community: from helping with gardening, to the harvest, taking care of the livestock, to needlework, she learned quickly. Much of her days however, were spent learning the art of healing, and controlling a powerful aura she had been born with.
Then the Imperium erupted back into life, and after a short period of time of fighting in the Free Holds, the immigration of in excess of 100,000 people, moved into the unoccupied territory, and claimed it as theirs. As some communities moved into larger, fortified towns, the DeShands elected to remain with the rest of the small farming community.
By the time Bronwyn was fifteen, Roland and Carra had begun to hear of Florence's mistrust of the arcane. Her parents started getting into the politics of the fledgeling nation. Things became complicated and convoluted, to the point where Bronwyn couldn't take it any more, and finally simply left home, a year later. She joined a nomadic group of wanderers, making her way as a healer.
As she settled into a nomadic lifestyle, she began to hear of more of the world at large. The facets of life, the petty conflicts, to the larger wars. By the time she turned nineteen, Bronwyn had become a very powerful healer, capable of mending some of the most grievous of wounds, remove illnesses, and in some cases, cure lasting afflictions. She began picking up on the arts of generating force fields for the protection of those she cared about, and her own self, while also studying some of the finer aspects of medicine and healing that, some thought redundant with he power, but helped to refine her abilities.
When at first she heard of demonic invasion, she thought little of it. Some big country would chase the monsters back to the shadows, like any other conflict she had no interest in. Unfortunately, her assumption was proven wrong. Tuleria had suffered a significant blow, leaving thousands as refugees, fleeing the country for safety. Bronwyn excused herself from the caravan, and with a handful of people who offered to help as well, they made their way to Tuleria, to offer whatever aid they could.
When she arrived, she was faced with not just a partially ruined country, but a country marching for war.
