Humble beginnings belie that which was achieved. My world sundered. I was chased from my homeland. Attacked by tyrants, I found my way to the desert where I came into my true power. I smote the enemy before me. Then, defeated a would be god. Some call me hero. I simply did what I could to help others. To save … hope. The sister I adopted along the way, Ally, helps me now, as I can proceed no further. I have given it all away. My powers have been stripped. I have no hope left.
Honestly, after the searing I was lost. Mistress Lilly saved my bacon more than a few times. It's sad tho how the world, how people, just kept taking from her. It wore her down. I can't afford to be lost; not anymore. I have to keep the world alive. That's all Lilly wanted. I have to keep the world at bay. It's what Lilly needs. May the five gods grant me strength, I can't fail her. Who else will inspire hope.
Don't look at me. I'm the kinda girl your momma warned you about. I've solo'd my way accross Tyria in front of the advancing Charr. The pain of my dead family, the image of my desecrated homeland, Ascalon. The one pleasurable thought left is that every Charr I help into a grave just makes me stronger. And I'll be back. I'll show those furry beasts the true meaning of paiyne.
Growing up on the street is tough. Not that I'm complaining. I hate people who sit around all day and whine about how unfair life is. People give you crap. Give it back. Big people give you crap. Give them big crap. Stick with me kidd and I'll show you the ropes. I know every back alley and then some in this city. You gonna eat that?