Lionna has been traveling the lands since the time of the Fringe, when herself and closest companions helped defend against the forces of undead at the fort of Atgaard. Her mother was a former student to Giovanni the Great, most known for literally blowing up a city in a crazed fit of rage. Her father was never a noted figure, and never made any attempts of being around during Lionna’s life. She is a half breed after all, half ‘Ker and half ‘Aheral. Thankfully, she got most of her looks from her mother, that anyone knowing less than the smallest of details of what to look for assumes she is simply a very short ‘Ker. Lionna found herself most akin to Dwarves, choosing to spend many years learning their ways of engineering. Luck had it she would need those skills after a very bad accident in one of the local mines. In a freak tunnel collapse she barely survived, only after losing both arms and a leg. The kindness of her friends brought her to a recognizable point with engineered limbs. Lee would spend the next few years learning to use them even to a basic function, and the next few centuries perfecting it.
During her time in the Fringe, Lionna spent much time fighting undead, even at one point siding with Oren simply for the sake of the greater good. After leaving with the rest of the land's people in defeat, she decided to partner with her kin, particularly with Dak'ir Des'nox in an attempt to free her kind from being trapped under the heel of the Mali’aheral’s tyranny. Sadly, this did not work to plan, and she returned to hiding. It wouldn’t be until the age of Vailor that she would attempt once against to convince her kin out of the city of Vivec, again to no fruit.
Through the remaining ages Lionna sided not to join any major faction, opting instead to keep to smaller, more personal guilds and bands of folks. She continued her practice of engineering, as well At one point she became a teacher at the Raine academy as the engineering professor.
Throughout this time Lionna has always been keen towards war, and even when not officially aligned to one side or the other, always felt the need to hone her battling skills and use them effectively in times of war. At one point being Master-of-Arms to both the Red Stallion, then the White Fang. Both guilds under the same command.
Many details about Lionna are simply lost to the many centuries and dozen separate lands she has traveled to. She has somehow led a very exciting life but without much recognition, and she likes it that way. She finally returns to the new land of Arcas, with a new wiser/older view towards the world. She wishes to once again convene with her kin to the idea of independence, where she hopes to finally succeed at-least to some extent. Her presence will be noticed, and not lightly.
(This toon has existed prior, and I already have an account. Was told I have to re-apply to get past a /auth glitch.)
Lionna stops with a grunt as the sudden man’s approach, eyeing him up and down with a slight sneer on her look. She sighed and finally looked him in the eyes during her response
“How likely you’ve picked out the short, brooding ‘Ker out of this crowd, eh? I don’t know you, nor am I particular towards furthering that relationship past this moment.” If uninterrupted she’d simply walk on past the man, mumbling to herself in native speak “Everyone is too damn friendly..”

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