As an outlander, there was an option of choosing to be a pilgrim, and I liked that.

Valeria's parents took refuge among the Lanzuyin, before withdrawing deep into the woods when their daughter was born. Unfortunately, caring for a child proved too much of a strain on them and they gave her up to a travelling pilgrim who had the patience of a saint and the resourcefulness of a snake.

This pilgrim was a renowned swordsmaster: Tori, the Falcon Saint. Under his tutelage, young Valeria became as resourceful as he was, in communion with nature, as well as a promising fencer, perhaps more promising than he.

Growing up with the stories of the Falcon Spirit and the various hidden shrines dedicated to it, Valeria had always been eager to visit them and face the challenges they hold. Master Tori made her wait until she was 18, as being an adult would facilitate travels and interactions with the civilized world greatly.

Valeria's naivete is somewhat offset by her good sense. Master Tori warned her that her youthful appearance, her flowing auburn hair and her taste in the color red for dress would inevitably attract ill intentioned people.

She did not meet many people in her life and was told to be wary of strangers. While not abrasive, she is still difficult to approach.