Character: Amarllisya Smallstride
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Class: Monk
Race: Brownie
Alignment: Lawful Good
Deity: Toran
Biography:
Amarllisya never knew her parents, as there village was attacked when she was at an early age. It had been a normal day in her village until then. Amarllisya had been playing in a hollow tree stump when it happened.
Suddenly, a loud war cry was heard, and over twenty trolls burst into the clearing. The trolls began ripping up anything they saw, they ripped doors off there hinges, they kicked walls down, they smashed chairs together, ect. But luckily for Ama, they left the tree stump alone. The brownies put up a fight, but it was no contest. The village was destroyed. Lisya ran off to get away from the trolls, which even her tiny young mind understood, were savage beasts.
Lisya ran. when she finally stopped, out of breath, she heard a snapping sound. Looking around, she saw nothing. Trolls she thought. Then a man in blue and gold armor walked out from in between two bushes. After some talking, Ama agreed to travel around his patrol spot.
As Lisya grew older, her dreams began to bring that awful day back into her mind. She wanted desperately to get rid of that band of trolls, but her dreams reminded her of how the trolls had made such quick work of the brownie villagers. Than she remembered something she had heard on her travels: Fight fire with fire. She wondered if, by fighting with her feet and fists, could she kill trolls, who fought with there feet and fists. But she thought better of it. She knew that trolls possessed excessive strength. But that thought kept nagging in the back of her mind.
One day she fell behind the knight. She began running around, calling him. But she had fallen too far behind. Ama was hungry. Then she remembered some things that the knight had shown her. She started a small fire and went looking for food. After finding some, Lisya cooked it over her little fire. And after eating it, She wandered off.
As she grew up she frequently wandered around. Soon she was wandering along the road to Fort Last. Little did she know there was mercenaries along the road. She walked down a hill and was ambushed! She had been totally unarmed! All she could do was try to duck and dodge and hit them with her feet and fists. But she was losing the fight. A halfling hit her in the head with the hilt of his dagger, and she crumpled, unconscious.
When she awoke, she was bound and gagged, and was bent at an odd angle in a tent. The mercenary camp she thought. She tried to wriggle out of the bonds, but they were much to tight. She sighed. She wriggled some more. She felt the ropes digging into her skin. She stopped wriggling as she nearly cried out in pain.
But her hopes rose when she heard battle sounds outside. She forgot all pain and tried desperately to wriggle free. Blood drops formed on her arms and legs, but she felt the bonds loosen just enough. She finally slipped the bonds off her hands and untied her leg bonds. She burst outside, but the lose of blood made her slowly slip into unconsciousness. The last thing she remembered seeing the fallen bodies of mercenaries everywhere.
She regained consciousness in a tiny bed in some sort of temple. She could not identify the temple, though. She glanced at her arms and saw awful gashes, but they looked a lot better than right after she had wriggled free. She had never seen a wound heal so fast. She wondered if the wounds hade been healed with magic. Little did she know she was in the Toranite temple.
Lisya continued to grow in the Toranite temple, becoming more and more attached to the Toranite faith. She wanted to help the knights, as she soon found out hat a group of them had saved her. One day, she met a Toranite monk who saw her practicing unarmed combat so that if she were to be ambushed again, she could defend herself. The monk decided to help her learn and he became her tutor. She would watch him do a basic drill, and then she would mirror his movements.
The monk also taught her how to channel the energy of Toran through worship and prayers. They began spending an hour every day together in a quiet room, meditating. Then they would go practice. Lisya found that she was much more effective after she meditated than before.
She realized that she was almost their kind. She felt as if she owed the Toranites a favor. She trained harder than ever to train and prepare herself.
She continued training with her hands, dodging blows jumping from side to side punching and kicking her foes. She tried to bring the energy of Toran into herself as she punched and kicked at the combat dummies. It took time, but soon, Lisya was doing this without much effort. The monk noticed this and asked her if she wanted to go out into the real world. She nodded vigorously.
The knights saw that she was ready to go on a mission and she was allowed to go on a patrol with the knights. The knights had heard of an outbreak of kobolds in the Port Hempstead fields. She proved her worth there by leaping from behind a tree and kicking a kolbolt in the spine right before he sliced a knight who had been knocked down during the fighting.
Her monkhood was assured then.
She continued to wander the temple, every once in a while getting assigned to a mission. One time, she went to the vehl crypts once, and she and a few others were assigned to keep watch on the crypt. Amaryllisya gained the nickname (which the others began using as her last name, and the name stuck) Smallstride. It came from when they were going to get some food and Lisya fell about twenty feet back. So everyone, after making sure she was ok with it, started calling her Lisya Smallstride, because Lisya had been her nickname because Amaryllisya was too much of a mouthful for some people.
She stayed in Vehl for three months, right up until she was age twenty. Then she was allowed to leave. She hoped to find adventure in alone in the 'big' world. But she doesn't know what she's geting herself into...
Physical description: She wears loose fitting clothes to allow her the most freedom of movement. These clothes are in Torans colors of blue and gold. She is slim, about 1.8 feet tall. She has dark brown hair with brilliant blue eyes. Her eyes are always alert. If you look at her arms and legs, they are still scared from her struggle in the mercenary camp.
Personality:She always stands up to a challenge. She is energetic, but can be serious when someone is in danger. She always thinks before she does anything; the mercenary capture taught her a lesson. She is also very scared of all mercenaries. She loves exploring but rarely leaves paths alone. She is very careful. She always meditates before going into a crypt or fighting an enemy of Toranite keep the evil forces at bay.
