In my youth, I had two doting parents, a bard named Wardance, and a cleric named Heavenmoon.  They raised me as the princess I am, and set me on the path of Voln.  After mastering the steps, I journeyed off on my own to find myself.  As a youth, I experimented with the art of song and skill of magic, but with the guidance of the voices in my head, I ultimately found my calling with the blade.  The voices grew stronger as I rigorously pursued the warrior regimen through various hunting grounds.  I didn't realize it at the time, but I was blessed by Zelia in my youth, as I struggled to find my true self.  I progressed from Varunar Castle to the Teras Isle where I lived for many moons, often gazing at the night sky with my mind filled with chaotic thoughts.  However, the time eventually came for me to leave the Isle, and I migrated to the Pinefar region, where the voices found sanctuary in the chaos that is the Rift.  It was there I met my beloved prince Grandevr, whose persistent patience calmed the voices, and he steadfastly cultivated my interest in Onoir and its sense of Honor and Justice.