Description
The smell of Dosian grass weed the day her home fell apart beautiful purple sky. The faint purple glow of the sky. The constantly flowing winds that blew through the fields. All of these were starting to become a fading memory, to be forgotten along with her home on the small moon Dosihox, and all of it's inhabitants that perished the day it came crashing into Gineeren.
Stranded and forced to live with her mother in an alien world, now the sole survivors of the tragedy.
Above all she held on tight, and would never let go of the warrior spirit of her people. It protected her an her mother as they struggled in the city to get back on their feet, working thier way from the streets with only a dagger, to a humble apartment just below the high rise district.
With the training her mother provided on Dosihox, and the street smarts she gained in the city, she moved quickly through the ranks of the Sercons, seen here when she first joined.
She now commands the Sercons, and is a respected leader of all who follow her.