Age: 25

Starting level: 4

Background: Soldier

"Origin" Feat: Elven Accuracy

Starting Grace: Edge of Conquest

How you rolled: https://discord.com/channels/1417076658460033077/1417136305535451137/1529032283342897192 Claimed from D's roll.

Backstory:

Her home was no stranger to strife.

From a young age, she was trained for self defense. To wield a weapon to protect herself, to carve a place of her own in that world, should such a need be. That upbringing, was what forged her own mentality, in the end.

Tomoe was naught but a commoner. Of little to no importance to anyone aside her family. And with the schemes and plots for power of those of higher standings unfolding daily, coming to even bloody conclusions, it was hardly a world in which to raise a meek girl.
So, she was trained. Trained, in the case the unfolding events would ever swallow her into the cogs of those machinations. Trained, to always be able to protect herself. To treasure herself, above all. To never be swept with the tide, but stand firm on her own two legs.

Decade had passed. And the woman that she grew into was one that earned renowned. Headstrong and decisive, people found an odd charm about her posture as she made her way through the streets, naturally drawn to her gait.
But renown, always came at a cost.

Even if she was not swept under those machinations, she was not above being their target. And certain people found her presence, a detriment.
What followed, was quick, simple, and painful. Under pretext of plotting a coup, her person was exiled from the place, where she had lived all her life. Made sure, to never return, to never bother their plans with her presence.

Begrudgingly, she accepted that, to be her fate. Now, wandering the world, she seeks to carve a new place for herself, perhaps even, among people that she could trust.