Quand la bataille a commencé, Isolde était loin du campement, voulant une certaine paix des guerriers barbares avec lesquels elle a voyagé. Pourtant, elle entendit des cris et des flèches. Quand elle enregistre le son comme bataille, elle dessine silencieusement ses katanas à double blason, en faveur de sa lourde arbalète. Elle a commencé à courir, et elle n'était pas la meilleure à la furtive. Soudain, une flèche s'est évanouie devant elle, manquant de peu son cœur, alors qu'elle frappait sa poitrine. Le sang a trempé son armure blanche, jumelle, rouge comme des roses. Elle s'est assommée de la douleur, elle s'est sentie un peu étourdie. Tout semblait être au ralenti. Un des bandits s'est précipité sur elle avec son épée, et malgré sa blessure, elle l'a facilement tué. À ce moment-là, elle se sentait de plus en plus vertigineuse, le monde venant à elle dans une sensation blanche laiteuse, floue et décolorante. Deux autres bandits lui sont venus en courant très vite. Ou, peut-être que c'était juste pour elle. Encore une fois, elle se sentait lente, comme une limace, mais avec des cheveux brillants.En fait, paralysée. Elle ne pouvait pas bouger un muscle, et elle était retombée sur l'arbre. Le bandit la leva sur son épaule, la porta au campement, et la jeta sur l'herbe. Elle a trouvé impossible de bouger, ses muscles ne répondant pas à ses ordres. Elle a vaguement déclaré que la flèche avait dû être empoisonnée. Elle soupira légèrement, et tout s'assombrit.
Name : Isolde Palewood
Race : Human
Gender : Female
Age: 18
Appearance:

Eye color : Green
Height : 5'9
Skills: Painting, Writing, Dress-Making, Double Katanas, Bow and Arrows
History: The Palewoods are a noble, wealthy family of the Empire. Their eldest daughter, Isolde, serves at the Citadel, an honorable position. Isolde spent her childhood being pampered by her family and servants. She loved to paint, write, and make dresses as a young girl. She would often design her own dresses, wearing them about her mansion. Her paintings were hung up around the castle and she would admire them while walking past. She was trained in multiple weapon styles when she became 14 but liked her double katanas and bow and arrows more than the others. She trained with them for about 4 years before she came to serving at the Citadel.
Predisposition to the Magi: Isolde was raised to believe that Magi were the scourge of the Empire, so she really dislikes them.
Personality: Isolde is the kind of girl you wouldn't expect. Tough and unyielding, she seems impenetrable, just as you would expect from a girl serving in such a strong position. She often intimidates others with her presence alone, despite her size. She tries her best to show no weakness, though her shield of toughness is just that, a shell to shield her inner self from harm. If she trusts you enough to put down her barricades, you will be revealed to a young, quirky, kind woman capable of doing anything she puts her mind to. However, Isolde can be unknowingly rude to anyone, even close friends. She doesn't even regard it as rude, so when someone takes it the wrong way she is shocked. She has tried her best to resolve this issue but nothing has worked. She is also very vain, caring much for the way she looks, the way her hair is parted, down to every little detail. She is obsessed with cleanliness, to the point of where she could be called OCD. She likes everything symmetrical, and she will notice if anything is out of place. She keeps her room meticulously organized, her bed always made, and never anything on the floors. Everything about her has to be polished and perfect at all times or she'll go mad.