Born and bred a servant of the army, committing countless atrocities in
its name, Valaris led a pointless and violent existence. Trained from the
cradle in the arts of war, death, and destruction, her hands ended the lives
of innumerable innocents. She stood in the army's vanguard during the
battle of Grimforge Mountain. A winning battle, until the mountain itself
exploded. The armies on both sides decimated.. It was the same with
Valaris. Trapped under tons of rocks, ash, and debris, Valaris was close to
the death she so richly deserved. Pulse slowing.... Vision fading... The
inevitable cooling of the volcano trapping her barely living body in its icy
grip. Surcease. Long forgotten by the passage of centuries, that icy tomb
was unearthed by the excavation of Redhorne mountain. Through some
undeserved blessing, Valaris still lived. Wandering purposelessly for some
time, she was visited by an emissary of the gods, a winged figure shrouded
in a halo of light. A long arm extended, finger pointed towards Valaris
enshrouded her in the same halo, a nimbus of light itself and in a moment
she was granted enlightenment. No words exchanged with the mysterious
figure, however, none were necessary. In that moment, naked and bereft
under the mountain, encased in the purest of light, Valaris knew that her
life remained at the grace of the gods. She knew that she was given the
chance at life so that she could redeem herself somehow for that which is
unforgivable. She found her body healing at an unnatural pace, and a faint
aura followed her wherever she went. An aura of purity wholly unfamiliar
with her. And with it, powers previously unknown to her, prayers of
divinity and a healing touch. With such things, she carries on ever
thankful for a second chance at life, and searches for Redemption for her
very soul.
Description:
A tall, statuesque woman stands here before you. Seemingly carved from ice, her skin is a light shade of blue and paradoxically seems to be both hard and soft at the same time. A long, thick braid of ebon hair hangs down past her waist. Her bangs slightly obscure what appears to be a silver tattoo upon her forehead, drawn into the shape of a V just above and in between her eyebrows. Her face is plain and unremarkable, with icy blue eyes and high cheekbones. However, her regal bearing and friendly demeanor demonstrate a beauty that is beyond that of the superficial.
