Alice had a pretty normal life until the age of 11. Her parents were merchants who could only get enough money to buy what little food there was. Her father had even fought in the Three Month War some time ago. She grew up in a small village that was near the Kingdom of Haense. One night whilst sitting with her mother, her father had stumbled in with an arrow wound to his chest. He had explained that he was trying to find some decent game outside in the forest to eat, when he saw what seemed the sillouhette of an Elf by the break in the forest. The next thing he heard was the sound of the flint and feathers rushing towards him. Her father did not make it through the night as they were unable to get help.
About three years later, her mother had no one to support her and their trade of selling the crops from their small garden was not getting far. Her mother had then passed when the weight of her life and the loss of her husband gave through. Alice had then walked to the Kingdom of Haense as it was safe in her old home no more. Alice had to hide in the shadows of the streets, rarely eating or getting warmth.
One day, a fight broke out and a man was killed on the streets. He had dropped his only weapon, and seeing it she decided to quickly grab it and hide. This being her only possesion, she decided to give it use. Night after night she trained.
At the age of 18, she had found and gotten many more things to come into use. She had even made her own map of all that she could remember seeing, using it to get around the kingdom. At her final days of hiding, she stole some food and clothing and ran away from the Kingdom, looking for a new beginning somewhere else in the strange lands. Thus she traveled from Kingdom to Kingdom, trying to survive in the harsh world that now plagued her every memory.
