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Rage, power, and oppression. That is the meaning of my clan. For many a year I lived under this banner, never stopping to question whose lives we have butchered, what ruin we have created. I saw only the comfort and honor my clan brought before me, a warrior in my prime.

Now, I see differently.

There was a family. I do not know their names, nor remember their words. Etched forever in my heart is the fear scarred across their faces, as my clan's leader-- my own father no less-- ruthlessly tore them from this world. When I approached him filled with sorrow from the killings, he laughed in my face. "The strong will take what they please," he spat, "and the weak will die. That is the way nature is, was, and always will be!" Against his advice, I took my thoughts to the clan, who argued with me for many days. Why couldn't we live in peace with others of our kind? Did he not see the difference between us and the animals that we idolized? Why should we be ashamed of living in what others call "cities," they are just stronger clans with better defenses! I had enough of his nonsense. My kinblood had become nothing but a brutal band of murderers before my eyes.

So, I ran. It felt foreign at first, away from the shelter, the warmth. There was a word that my clan had for this feeling, "Coldhearth." That is what I had become.

A number of months passed, and I had learned the ways of what the city-clan called "Adventuring." It was pleasant in it's own right; many other adventurers reminded me of clansmen from a life before. A few of them I am pleased to call friends. I will prove to my father and myself that the strong are capable of more, of better things than tyranny. The strong help the weak, and that is my strength.

Personality Trait: I'm confident in my own abilities and do what I can to instill confidence in others.
Ideal: Freedom- Tyrants must not be allowed to oppress the people.
Bond: I protect those who cannot protect themselves.
Flaw: The tyrant who rules my land will stop at nothing to see me killed.

In the recent past, Reina found herself upon a small village that was subjugated to paying for "protection" from a group of bandits named the Iron Beaks. At the same time, a man named Corban was fighting this force, and Reina felt obligated to lend a hand. Together, with only the two of them, they decimated the enemy forces, driving the Iron Beaks crew far beyond the reach of the village. Since then, Corban and Reina have been known to work together from time to time.

Reina was curious about what a "city" was like. Her people had told her tales of bumbling fools, of people who had less sense than the hungry fox walking into a baited trap. From what she had experienced, however, the truth was far different. The city was a marvelous place, filled with wonder and excitement! All of it, except one place: the university. The people there did nothing, all day and every day, but... read. From time to time, she would even sit as people would talk about things that the people would read later. It was quite pointless, really. Reina once went so far as to have someone explain it to her; an elf named Zaris, whom Reina thought she might like considering his heritage, rambled on for days attempting to convince her of the benefits of such "study." Several weeks and several more arguments later, she angrily gave up trying to understand and has avoided university ever since.