Amelia Stiers

“The blade in my father’s name has slain one thousand fiends. That’s my goal: to have history remember the Stiers' name as the name that has cleansed the worlds of two thousand fiends!”

Name:Amelia Stiers
Age: 19
Personality: She is an inspiring force. When around other people, she does whatever it takes to keep their spirits up, no matter what it takes. She always tends to wear a smile, no matter the circumstance. On the battlefield,she is a storm, rallying every friend beside her. She will give a laugh for her companions, a pat on the back for every friend. Yet, if one watches close, they can see a slight sadness behind her smile. Through every battle cry, there is a cry for vengeance. Yet not even her close friends know what begets it. Nonetheless, there is certainly nothing sinister about her slight enigma,and perhaps it is best to leave it at that.

Race: Human

Appearance: For someone as young as she is, she displays a certain amount of strength. Her chest is hard, and her arms display a small amount of muscle. Yet with her intimidating body is a softer face. Her small cheeks are dotted with freckles complimenting her deep blue eyes. Her short black hair is always ruffled, more likely than not thanks to her steel helmet. Her steel armor hides her femininity, although her helm doesn’t hide her face making it fairly easy to see who she is.

Primary Elements
1.) Light
2.)Metal

History:

Amelia was born into in the village of Bron between her two brothers. Being near the city of Consocra, the holy city of the death god, Verfluen, the village was constantly under attack by undead. For the most part, the militia was able to hold their own with occasional assistance from the cities of Siginon and Goluan. With her father, Jonathan Stiers, heading the militia and her older brother, Joseph, serving alongside him, Amelia wanted nothing more than to serve by their side. However, even though the militia was fairly desperate for more arms, her assistance was needed more at home. Still feeling the need to become strong, Amelia tended to the more physical tasks such as tending to the garden and moving heavier items. On occasion she would take care of her sickly younger brother, Jacob, while her mother, Susan, was away.

As the years passed, Jacob’s condition worsened and with heavier undead attacks, Amelia found herself taking care of Jacob more and more. She tried to keep his spirits up and inspiring him to become stronger by telling him tales of great heroes. Although it was difficult to find stories the young avid reader has not already heard, she found new ones by repeating battle reports from her father. No matter how she tried, however, she could always feel the bitterness in him. His smiles were always fake, and he refused to open himself up to any of his family.  

The night is darkest before the dawn, yet one night in Amelia’s life was darker than the rest. The undead came to Bron far more vicious than before and once they were cleared, Jonathan came back with news that Joseph was killed in combat. Despair filled the household, but the only reaction Jacob showed were the words, ‘Of course, I see…” Amelia on the other hand was distraught, and busied herself with more yardwork. Only when night finally fell did she return to the indoors, but the sight before her was less than welcoming. In a pool of blood lied her father, a knife wound penetrating his chest and on the kitchen table was her mother retrained with Jacob standing behind her, a bloody blade in his hand. Amelia had heard the screams earlier, but she passed them off as mourning weeps. Nothing could have caused her to suspect this.

“You see, Amelia, I know why I’m so weak. These bonds of humanity, they keep me down. I can’t become stronger while I’m still bound. So, I must become stronger, like you taught me, big sister. I must break free. I must reject my humanity!”

These words forever burned in Amelia’s brain as she watched her brother plunge the knife into their mother’s chest. A muffled scream of pain pierced Amelia as she responded with her own.

“Sharthenax, god of the Darkness, heed my words. With these sacrifices, give me the power of the shadows and allow me to plunge this land in everlasting night!”

The last thing Amelia remembered seeing was a pillar of darkness engulfing her younger brother. His once beautiful blue eyes turning a sinister gold. She tried to get up, but she found herself pinned down by small black creatures with beady yellow eyes. She begged her brother to regain his senses. She tried to get him to remember who he was, but he would hear none of it. He was too far gone and to prove it, he sent a blast of darkness into his older sister.

She was engulfed, no light was to be seen anywhere. She didn’t know if she was falling eternally or simply still. After what felt like forever in the darkness, she awoke. Her surroundings were unfamiliar, yet in her heart, she knew the land she was in was named ‘Traverse Town.’ With this knowledge, as little as it was, she went onward to wherever her heart took her.

Other Notes:Her favorite food is pork.

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