Vanessa was born in Vienne, Oren, to the Roth family blacksmith, which was a run-down, barely operating artisan's workshop in the merchant district. Vanessa Roth was trained to be a blacksmith's assistant from an extremely young age by her drunkard father, Frederick, though this was by no means Vanessa's desire or want. Thankfully, her mother Juna was very attentive of how destructive the life in the workshop was to the young Vanessa, and sought a way out. Juna sweet-talked military officers who'd come by to request armament orders and such, seeking to gain access for Vanessa's escape to some sort of academy, scholarship, or really anything that'd let the girl leave the workshop. However, most schools simply weren't affordable with the capital Juna could steal from under Frederick's nose.
There was a monastery on the outskirts of the city, however, and the monks designated there would often walk into Vienne to offer words of advice to the townsfolk or sometimes just sing or tell tales in the city streets. It was Vanessa's interest in their folk tales that had her keeping company with them whenever she could spare a little bit of afternoon escape from her father. These little escapes became more frequent in time and Juna was perceptive enough to trace them. One day Juna sought out the elders of the monastery and pleaded to take Vanessa in, warning that it could be her downfall otherwise. With some hesistance, the monastery ended up taking her in, leaving Juna to deal with Frederick's character once Vanessa was, in essence, smuggled out of the city.
The monastery dealt in extremely tolerant Owynism ideals, teaching its monks and students that the mortal realm could be preserved through the collective effort of people's wills, souls, and understandings. The monastery praised perception, investigation, diplomacy and the ability to untangle issues at the root by understanding them, rather than forcing righteousness upon them. The monastery also had a thing for training their guardians through labor, like picking apples and doing lumber work, rather than all-out martial arts expertise. Courtyard mud spars were still very much a daily occurence, though, and Vanessa was no stranger to them, even if it took her years of losses before she could take on the more abled young fighters there.
Once Vanessa completed the basics of the monastery's teachings, picking up public speaking, diplomacy and shieldbearing as her main natural yet refined talents, she was stripped of her family name and sworn in as a 'Silverhand' - a name shared by fellow students of the monastery, who'd all abandoned their roots to instead offer their will and determination as a last defence to the mortal realm in Owyn's name. Proficient at the tales of Aegis' history and the many crisis of it, like the undead spawn and their decimation of entire civillisations, such as the dwarven capital, the sworn Silverhands then take on the duty to roam the realm and seek to guard it from future pitfalls, whether it be by attempts to unite people to avoid petty conflicts and skirmishes of growing into something greater, or to face unspeakable horrors directly and challenge them to the last breath.
Vanessa came to a halt, weighing the creaky boards beneath her. The weighted arm underneath her monk-esque robe reached forward to extend an offering handshake, before she even spoke. This allowed her cyan sight to study the man some moments longer, seeking to catch the trail of his intent.
Then, Vanessa offered him a warm smile.
"Good day. My name's Vanessa Silverhand; it's usually the other way around - situations find me. For the time being, I'd be joyous just to have you point me to the establishment with the best cider."

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