Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161004122413/@comment-25073873-20161006122537

Erissa walked like she wasn't affected by anything. Her natural attitude was one of cold indifference, formed through years of living alone, using her brute strength and skills to take what she needed, and using irregular tactics if the conventional failed.

None of Erissa's powers truly belonged to her. She lived on borrowed strength, but she made the most out of it since she awakened it. Not once had Erissa actually paid for anything. Not once had she been discreet with her taking. Life had been cruel, and taught her to take, and not give.

Some people were high born, and were incredibly lucky in their lives. This applied to the woman who rescued her so many years ago, even when critically wounded. She had used her last magicka to save Erissa, rather than stem her own bleeding. An act of kindness, followed by giving Erissa her unique eyes.

Said woman was a noble. A noble from a powerful, ancient and well regarded bloodline that established itself in High Rock. Erissa was just a commoner, though. One who gained the powers of the noble who sacrificed for her, along with the lady's sword.

Erissa always repeated this story in her head. It filled her with self satisfaction to know a noble would go out of their way to save a commoner like her, even at the cost of their own life. She had did her research, and knew enough about those who produced the lady that saved her.

The sand around her. The arid climate. The harsh sun beating down. Erissa was glad she could feel them, because she was still alive to feel them. She followed Alan, knowing she was alone in a foreign, unknown land...

(TBH if the Fontaine family found out about Erissa you know there would be a lot of Fontaines seeking to gouge her eyes out. Because these EoPs are ... priceless family treasure and Erissa isn't even a Fontaine. Luky she lives in the shadows)