Name: Emelin Rinheart
Age: 19
Class: Fighter/Wizard (8/12)
Race: Human
Sub race: none
Alignment: Lawful Good
Deity: Lucinda

Emelin was a child of a small family. She lived in an off skirt town that did trade with many other small villages in the area. Her father, a strong and brave man, was a relatively wealthy merchant and was a much better swordsman. Her mother, a strong-willed and witty woman, was a good cook and a loving, caring mother.
However, when she was 7 years old her town was under raid of a fairly large group of bandits. The town had a militia for handling smaller groups of bandits, but this one was far too large to be controls. What was even worse was there was a group of necromancers that had joined the bandits in their raid. Emelin’s parents fought to try and protect her, but the necromancer’s foul magic destroyed her parents in an instant. With a few cursed arcane words her parents were raised from the dead and turned on to her. The necromancer had given out a laugh of glee at the little girl’s predicament. All Emelin could do was throw her hands up in the air to fend for her self and scream.

Hearing the scream a man named Lent Steel, a devout follower of Lucinda, had come to her rescue. With a white-hot spark of arcane magic Emelin’s now undead parents hit the ground in a slight moan. The necromancer shocked at his new predicament and began canting a dark spell to slay them both. However, a swift blow with a heavy quarterstaff put an end to the necromancer’s life. He now lay dead with his former puppets.

Emelin was still sobbing over her parents’ death and the cruel fate that had become of them. Lent Steel seeing that the battle was not going to end will for the town, and with the newly implanted bandit arrow in his arm he realized the he would no longer be of any assistance to the falling town. So he grabbed Emelin and jumped on the back of a horse and fled off. He had kept Emelin safe by shielding her body from the bandit’s wicked arrows.

They had set up camp in the far out plains out of sight of the bandits. Emelin had sobbed the entirety of the day and into her sleep. The next morning Emelin was still hurt, but she thanked her savior and they had found out a little about each other. They had seen the bandits leave their town and decided to return to see if there were any survivors. They had found nothing that had still stood; everything was a charred remain of its former self. They had spent two days putting the dead to rest in graves. The only memento that she had taken with her was her father’s long sword that he had used to defend her. It was grueling and heartbreaking work for a child and left her with emotional scars for the rest of her life.
The two had decided that this town was no more and they had fled to a nearby town, Hlint. There, Lent had taken her as his own, and taught her the ways of the weave. Emelin was a very good listening to her teacher, but she also practiced swordsmanship so she could be like her father. At the age of 19 Emelin’s mentor died form a bad disease and she was left alone to fend for her self. She had taken up her father’s sword and left out to look for adventure and strike down foul undead creatures and those that relate to them.