Sailor hell? Really? May I name her Sailor Godmode #21090? Fits her better.
Anyway, Charr hero. Based on my first Guild wars 2 player character.
He is a charr. His name was forgotten, left behind in the endless tumult of battle that was his life. As a cub, he was taken from his family early to become the part of a fahrar, his first warband, and there he developed bonds stronger than any other with his band-brothers. They were from the Iron Legion. The legion that was known for it's innovation, technology, and ruthless efficency in battle. Within the legion, his warband remained undistinguished, merely a part of the mighty war machine.
Once the warband was deemed to be independent and capable of conducting missions without supervision, they were selected alongside a few others for a mission deep into the shiverpeaks, to find a ghostly necromancer which was rumored to raise a ghost army from those fallen in kryta.
The mission had some early success. Many warbands rallied against the necromancer, even a few ash legion soldiers, who dispatched sentries the ghost placed along the path. Even more, the leader was none other than the hero's father, who was a veteran of a hundred sorties, and an expert in warfare against ghostly enemies.
Yet on the seventh day of the march, under the cover of a vicious snowstorm, the ghosts struck the charr with great force. The charr fought hard, but the spectral army was many times stronger than what they expected. Eventually, the battle turned into a rout, with ash legionairres covering the retreating force's flanks, and our hero's was separated from the main force. His father, his legion, even his warband save for the youngest female, Fizzy who was an elementalist, and another charr, who was an engineer friend of his.
They wandered for days, seeking shelter and food, but the mountains were treacherous and it's denizens didn't welcome strangers warmly. On the thirdday, the wearied and malnourished trio was set upon by ugly two-headed wolves: kvedulfs.
The beasts, who migrated alongside the norn when the elder dragon Jormag rose from Drakkar Lake in the Far Shiverpeaks, were ferocious opponents, and though they were defeated, Fizzy was wounded.
In the next days, her condition became worse as the medical supplies in the engineer's pack were depleted, and Fizzy's healing magic was too weak to overcome her illness. Our hero, who was still without a profession, stayed on her side and protected her with his own body. They wrapped her into kvedulf-skin, and used whatever herbs they could find in Lang Vale to help her. On that day, as they were sewing together the sleeping bag for their band-sister, he made his choice. He would become a guardian, a soldier of virtues, a bulwark against the tide of enemies who threatened those close to him. For the days onward, his resolve radiated to the other two, and they made it to the foothills, where they could finally escape the storms that held the mountains within their grasp.
They made it, but the price they paid for it was terrible. Fizzy, who was the heart and spirit of the three, would no longer be fit for active duty, and had to tend to crops and farm animals. And although the two made it back alive, they were changed forever. Our nameless hero finally found his calling, his identity, a purpose for his life. And in the rain of the foothills, near a small stream of cool mountain water, at the time of dusk, he chose himself a name.
Forged in Lang.
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Those are probably the types of fanfiction characters I hate the most, Gary-Stues that only exist to fulfill the porn fantasies of the author.