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Born into a clan of mercenaries and former knights, Sezia was taught from a young age that might is power, and power is everything. Upon the immigration to Atlas, her clan banded together, and took this to the extreme, fighting for even the smallest plot of land, and many dying for it. War isn’t a place for children, but when you’re desperate for hands, and a long life is insecure, occasionally a few slip through the gaps. Sezia was one of the many, and was born with a frailer disposition than most; a dangerous prospect in so insecure a life. Her mother was of a small but prestigious mercenary group operating under the clan, and her father a former knight of Renatus. Her mother was often chided for having to leave behind battles to care for the small one, and her father grew distant, having hoped for a strong fighter to take up the family name.

As Sezia grew, her weakness became even more pronounced, often having to be carried, and taken care of by others. When other children of her age went to play, she’d be resting in bed. The few times her father was home, she was lifted out of bed, handed a sword, and forced to train, leading to many scars, and more pain than she could handle. nearing adolescence, at 12, her disposition was finally beginning to improve, but she was far behind any other child. Her family was a laughing stock to the clan by this point, and she would bear the brunt of it. one night, later than usual, her father brought her out with a grim expression, less words than ever, and handed her a sword. He swung at her, gouging her eye, leaving it irreparable. As she cried in pain, he said only one word, “fight,” and swung again, cutting her stomach. She could barely attempt to lift the sword before her mother came running from the house, stabbing her husband. It was not long before he died, and the sounds of people, resting after a long day, were stirred by screams of pain and anguish. Her mother lifted her up, and brought her away, tying up her wounds with spare cloth, and leaving the dreaded town behind.

Along the way, Sezia and her mother, tired from running, barely able to move, came across a strange traveler, with a bag full of strange potions and menacing poisons. He asked no questions upon seeing them before reaching into his bag and taking out all he could to help them, mending Sezia’s wounds, giving her energy she’d never felt before, and curing her mother’s exhaustion. Sezia would never leave behind the scars of that night, and her mother struggled to get work as word of her murdering her husband spread, years later dying of a strange disease. Fearful of war and the pain it brings, Sezia works however she can to stop it before it begins, and end it once it has, by any means necessary, and shares the kindness that traveler once gave to her to all in need. She has begun to settle down in the city of Sutica, a place of ideals she strives for, and is working to become an alchemist like the one who saved her life, hoping to bring an end to the thinking and actions which lead to her scars.