User: Anthony
Race: human
Gender: Female
Role: Striker
Class/Level: warlock/1
Background:
My name is Shen. I am a 22 year old girl. My father and I emigrated from over the mountains. He was a master blacksmith as such he had little trouble finding work. We settled in a small village and were treated little better than complete strangers. Late one summer the area was attacked by raiders so everyone for miles around took refuge at the abbey. Once again we were in a new place surrounded by new faces that didn’t like us.

The monks treated father with respect due to his craft and as such we received special treatment. The elders treated us as equals, but the rest of the people looked down on us because of our heritage. I took on all of the menial tasks that women do among aged and learned men and our time at the abbey was pleasant at best.

We stayed at the abbey several years after the raiders departed even though the younger monks did not like out presence. This would change abruptly.
Late into a hard winter the Bishop died…some say among shady circumstances. The old guard was purged. My father was killed in the small internal civil war as he was dedicated to the Bishop. I ran for my life.
It was so cold. I had nothing, no cloak, and barely more than sandals on my feet. I don’t know how long I ran, but it wasn’t far enough. They found me…three of them. I took refuge in a small cave. I didn’t know how to make a fire but I was glad to be out of the wind. When they found me I was too tired to move. My mind was broken, all I could see was the cold. It is difficult to explain.

They did terrible things to me. I don’t even know if there are words for the things that they did to me. I am thankful that I was so tired and numb both mind and body…terrible things.
They left me there, in the dark. Lying there on the floor waiting to die, I heard something.

“let us help you” what can only be described as the sound of maybe glass or ice breaking
“we can make it better” I didn’t have the strength to be afraid. After all, what could this voice do to me that could be worse than those men?
“you are broken, let us fix you”
All I remember was trying to shake my head.
“we’ll take care of you”
Then it seemed like a fire started burning. It was a cold blue fire, but it felt so good.
Most people would tell you that if they had a chance to sell their soul knowingly to….I’m not sure what to call it…..that they wouldn’t do it again.
I would. I was reborn that day. I will make them all pay.
Shen is short for shēnxīnjiāocuì which is Chinese for “worn out in body and soul”