Juliana would be born in a small cabin in the Northern Almaris plains, her mother, Angelina, and her father, Jeffery, being Highlanders like she. Her father brought her to the nearby settlement of Norland a few years into her early life, being her first major experience in this world. She would explore the market, seeing various bread sellers and the like. Her father would buy her tiny toy-like weapons that she could use. However, she also met various people there that were quite rude, unlike the kind family she had been used to. Thus, her experience there was overshadowed by the minority who were moreso rude Heartlanders. Her father would die hunting, his face being mauled by a young wolf Cub and its Mother. This death was quite common in the hunting field, it is inevitable you will die if you hunt for many years. Although she was not religious, she would have influence of Norlands Red Faith due to her parents teaching her this to prevent the religious men from harassing her. As she grew, she would leave civlized society more and more, enjoying the nature and looking for other Highlanders that share her faith. When her mother eventually passed due to a intense snowstorm and her age combined, she would begin supporting herself by selling meat and fur to settlements, slowly reentering society once more. She would have little education, so she would lack literacy, her knowledge of higher level intellectual speech being limited, finding her self slightly stumped if spoken to her. She would never have had any romantic partners, not finding the need to court a man that would not try to court her first. Her taste in a man if she did persue one would be a strong hunter who perhaps had his own permanent campsight.
Juliana would observe the strong walls of the city, her large fur coat keeping her warm from the winds that plagued portcities like the one that stood before her. Having been ignoring the man that spoke to her for some time, she would finally look down at him. She would speak out to him, saying "Ahv no wish to speak to you, unless yah plan to give me some Minas for dis bearhide I've hunted.. " upon waiting for the mans response, him not wishing to purchase it, she would walk to the market-square to buy a new horse and sell her bearhide. Her eyes would look from stall to stall to look for potential buyers of her products, settling on whichever was the weakest, thinking those that are weak must import products such as what she had to protect themselves from the cold, not being able to go and harvest the product for themselves.
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