La robe de Janette agitait derrière elle, ses pas échouant dans l'allée vide. Les gens étaient probablement à l'intérieur du château et dans leurs maisons dès le début. Pourtant, c'était sa première fois dans cette ville et elle était sur le point d'être affectée à l'un des groupes de l'Ordre. Elle était ravie, parce que c'était la première fois qu'elle se battait pour une raison. Elle pratiquait des sorts magiques et des potions depuis assez longtemps. Ou c'est ce qu'elle pensait.
Alors qu'elle se rapprochait du château, les ruelles semblaient se remplir du bavardage matinal des citoyens, les femmes bavardant et parlant de leur famille tandis que les hommes parlaient de leur travail et de choses similaires à celles-ci.
Pour Janette, il y a toujours eu quelques appels de chat ici et là, mais il n'y avait pas de quoi s'inquiéter. Après tout, elle avait été considérée comme une belle jeune fille, et il était courant pour les hommes, même les garçons, d'appeler ses noms comme'sucre', 'babe', etc. Ce qui était rare ici, c'était que personne ne s'était tourné vers elle ou ne l'appelait quoi que ce soit, et cela lui plaisait. Enfin, elle a trouvé un endroit où tous les hommes n'étaient pas aussi pourris et gâtés que beaucoup d'autres qu'elle connaissait. Elle appréciera peut-être beaucoup ici. Cette ville, comme elle l'était, était calme et paisible, même si le centre de nombreuses guerres était juste là.
Bientôt, elle était dans le château, marchant dans les couloirs qui étaient pleins de gens. Elle a enlevé son peignoir, parce qu'il s'est mis en travers de son chemin, et a commencé à chercher la chambre où elle devait aller. S'arrêtant quelques fois, elle ne semblait pas trouver la bonne, donc elle a décidé que le meilleur choix serait de demander à quelqu'un de lui donner des directives.
"Excusez-moi, savez-vous où est Alastair le Warlock?" C'est la question qu'elle a posée à tous ceux qui semblaient savoir. Après quelques fois, elle a arrêté les domestiques, elle a obtenu la réponse et s'est dirigée vers la chambre.
Arrivée là-bas, elle a frappé à la porte et attendait une réponse.
Name: Janette Rose
Race: Human Warlock, Specializes in Water Magic/Bending
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Description:

Janette was born in a rural part of the country, where not many families had settled. Her family there led a quiet life for decades (first her grandparents, and now her parents). When Janette was young nothing seemed to be different from the ordinary human, she seemed just the same like the other girls who were her age. But, just when she entered her early teen years, signs of magic started to show and it was obvious that she had something in herself that not many others had. It was destined for her to be a witch, and to fight like one, and that's when her family decided to send her away to an old warlock who set his goal to teach younger ones and pass down all the knowledge and wisdom he had in himself.
When she arrived there, she was greeted by numerous shelves full of jars which contained liquids that she had yet to discover, stacks of books that seemed as though they were older than a century and an old man in a purple robe, who greeted her with the words: "You have to be a tough one, my dear, if you've chosen this path as the one you're going to walk on for the rest of your life." And that, she was. A quick learner with extraordinary stamina, much better than the other girls her age, Janette advanced in the magic field quite quickly. As the old man's only student, he devoted all of his attention to her and soon she was much more than she had been when she arrived there, just months ago.
She had been with the old man for 3 years, and that was when she had learnt that her parents left her there for good. They had also left a note to her saying that they're sorry and they really wanted to be with her, but it was just too dangerous. Why, she didn't know, but that was the crucial point that made her devote herself to magic even more. Determined as ever, she left the old man, and with his blessing, stepped on the road to one of the bigger cities. Arriving there, she was greeted with a lifestyle she wasn't used to, one that was much more different than the one she had led for her whole life.
She stayed there until the age of 20, when the local guards had found out that she was a magic user. She was taken away and led into a place that contained a number of other young warlocks and witches. Thrown into a strict training program, she advanced even more, even though she didn't know what for. The training program lasted for 5 whole years, covering everything that a warlock who was skilled for combat, close and ranged, needed to know.
By the age of 25, she knew more than 100 different potions, knew how to wield a sword and daggers, and of course, throw advanced spells that were given to her and only her as being the one who was best in the group. Janette was a strong woman, and a beautiful one, but she was never interested in love, men and forming families as most of the women were. She was destined to be a witch and make the other great warlocks a step beneath her. She wanted to be the best in her field and she was determined to get to that position. Soon after the end of the training, Janette was called into a place where members of 'The Order' were. Going through some processes, she became a member of it and has been part of it for three years now. Many have been fooled by her beauty, not considering the option that she might be as strong as a man when it comes to battle.