Friede

Character Name

### Minor Flaw/Flaws:

Overly-caring, gets easily lost in a spacious places, afraid of tight closed spaces

## Description

A young looking angel with a petite frame and a pale complexion, her locks appears to be of the white gold color, shining lightly under the sun and shimmering under the moon's eye. Her wings are Raven-black, much in contrast to her heavenly sight. Her feathers are soft and warm, almost unnaturally so and able to easily wrap around her body, being bigger than the girl herself.

### Armor

Prefers to wear attire that won't attract unneeded attention to herself, usually darker shades.

### Arms

She prefers using spears, swords and bows.

## History

Friede grew up in a monastery, taken from her mother's hands a few weeks after her birth without permission to even know who her real parents were. She spent her early life sheltered by the priests, convinced of the dangers laying over the garden wall and the terrible acts the people do when they live free without faith and light inside their souls. Growing up on the tales of the Gods and their servants, she too was inspired to follow the path of celestials and become the paragon of divine justice and mercy. Adopting virtue and kindness as part of her every day life, youthful Friede spent her days helping the priests in the monastery, assisting with various deeds like helping to clean the cathedral's floors and plucking the weeds in the gardens. Even went as far as to ask the monastery apothecary to teach her how to treat wounds and illnesses. Thus was her life until she turned sixteen, growing up into a pious lady. Yet part of her began to wonder what was hiding over the stone walls, what was so terrifying that the priests kept her locked inside. Only by seeing the world from pages of the many books she has read in the library underneath the monastery, the desire to explore slowly became more and more prominent within her. The opportunity presented itself soon enough.

The rumors of an angel inhabiting the lonely cathedral began to spread with time. The visitors of the monastery claimed to see a girl with black wings lurking behind the columns of the main hall, with the golden eyes shining with divine light and the wings woven out of the midnight darkness, blessing those souls in need and in trouble with serenity and peaceful quiet. Slowly but surely, the rumors reached the local Lord's castle, where the ruler was struck with an accursed ailment. Despite the numerous attempts, even the best apothecaries have given up when the Lord's health became even worse. Desperate, his court turned to rumors, eventually finding out about Friede's existence. And soon enough, an honor guard alongside with the captain in person knocked on the gates of the Monastery, demanding the priests to hand over their miracle. Reluctant to give away the girl, the conflict was about to reach its peak before the Miracle herself stepped up and allowed the guard to take her to the castle in exchange for them leaving the monastery and the priests alone.

Delivered to the court, she was then told to cure the lord from his ailment or risk getting one's head chopped off by the end of the week, which prompted Friede to seek out the cure. Confined in a dungeon, the girl spent days and nights testing various potions and poultices, mixing herbs and roots in hopes to cure the dying man. On her very last day however, a divine foresight sent by the Gods themselves it seemed like. Granting the green aasimar an insight on the illness that was plaguing and a peculiar way of curing it. As the daybreak of the last day came, Friede finished her cure, bringing it over in his chambers. After hours upon hours of waiting, when the hope of the court began to dwindle, the Lord has opened his eyes once more, drawing his breath free.

Since then, the young Miracle was asked to stay and become a patron of the castle instead — the Lord was ready to give all the wealth that was hiding in his treasury only to keep the Aasimar. Rejecting it, she made only two wishes — freedom and knowledge. And so he obliged. Thus was her life, as a royal doctor of the court. Spending most of her time in a small chamber that served both as her house and a pharmacy, Friede continued to study the way of medicine and old legends. Thankfully the archives of the castle were vast and seemingly never-ending. Forming bonds with the Lord's family, she was offered a dining place among his family and became personal doctor of the Lord's young.

The idyll lasted for years, only for one vision to snuff it all out. Deep in the night, a lady saw a nightmare of fire and brimstone consume what she treasured the most, her past and future. At the last second, she saw her home, the old Monastery, being put on a torch. Waking up in cold sweat, Friede wasted no time. Dressed up and taking her trusted sword, she stormed out of the castle in the middle of the night, her heart beating wildly and her hands clenching the reins so tight that her knuckles turned pale. Despite the haste of her steed, she was late — seeing the scorching flames already embracing the stone Cathedral from afar. Rushing towards the gates, she found them desolate, the priests laying dead on the ground with their weapons clenched in hands. Some of them were torched, nothing but piles of ash and smoldering bones, some died to the sword and non were alive. Horrified by the ghastly sight, she has lost the will to walk, simply falling in the middle of a square, watching everything she used to love burn in flames. Only to see a dark figure emerging from within the hellfire. The only thing she saw was a bright crimson flash, before death put its veil on her eyes, or, so she thought.

### Skills

Friede is very proficient at making medicine and healing people with surgeon tools, being educated upon the matter since early childhood. She is also a skillful herbalist.

She appears to have quite the strong attunement to magic and is able to invoke it whenever the aasimar wishes or the situation demands so.

Friede also entertains herself with knitting during the reading time, believing to be successful in such endeavor and also enjoys cooking and baking, often helping priests in the Monastery to bake the prosphora and stews.

She also likes to draw the nature and landscapes in her spare time

### Major Flaw/Flaws:

Friede is a timid young lady, who oftener than not has to convince herself to pursue a dangerous plan or ventures, shying away from harming and hurting others as well as trying to assist people around her whilst disregarding her own being.

The young aasimar also doesn't have complete control of her magical gift the use of which can cause harm both to herself and people around her if not ceased and allowed rampaging freely,

### Minor Flaw/Flaws:

Friede can be overly polite and overly caring to people around her, she also dislikes tight close spaces as well. Easily gets lost in the spacious places such as castles or cavern systems.

## Personality

### Beliefs

Believes in the gods such as Bahamut, Torm, Lathander, Helm and other benevolent deities, trying to stay away from the more darker side of pantheon.

### Quirks

Uses her big wings to hide herself in stressful situations or when it gets too much as well as using them as blanket if needed.