CHAMPION, rinnea

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In the east you are called Rajvosa, but in the west they name you Lhasa. You are Rinnea in the south, and to the north you go not.

Once you were someone else. Your father was a horse trader in the Four Rivers region. Not a lucrative trade, in the age of the dracolisk, not a trade that would make one wealthy, but not a poor one either. You inherited his eye for horseflesh, if not his love for the trade.

Not anymore.

Once you wanted nothing more than to follow in his footsteps, to assume the mantle of his reputation: the finest horse trader in three villages. That was before the witch came.

She rode through your town on a light-footed white horse. Her back straight as a queen's, cloaked in blue and gold. Her bodyguard rode behind her in silence, a man who looked like he'd been carved out of a boulder. 

She looked at you and there was a smile upon her lips when she saw what you were. But there was pity in her eyes when she told you. 

There were no secrets in your town. Word spread. A champion! A champion of our very own! One of us! No one could remember such an event ever gracing the area. The witch sat on her horse and held the reins with that secret smile on her face as the news galloped over the plains and crossed the roaring river.

A champion. Born to slay the terrible beast.

The first assassin from your monster's cult arrived six months later. The second, a week after his failure. You lived. Your father very nearly did not.

You left.

You might have been a Champion, you decided, but that didn't mean you were a hero. You were not the woman who had signed her soul in blood ages ago. You changed your name. You wrapped lies around yourself like a shroud. You sought not for your monster, and you evaded those who worshiped it.

And almost, almost when you had begun to forget the truth yourself, the memories began to surface. Remnants of your past lives and deeds floating on the surface of your mind like dead leaves on water. But you rode on and ignored them, and no one learned the true name of the rose.



Rinnea is trained to fight with a quarterstaff. She's adequate with bow & arrow, but prefers the quarterstaff.

As a champion, she can breathe underwater and has the devil's own luck.

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AGE: 29
SEX: F
RACE: HUMAN
HOMELAND: ???
CONTRACT: Y