Gatchi Mitchell

Shadehedge Sorcerer (Formerly)

**Gatchi Mitchell** (born 14th October, 3010) was born to a mother she never knew. If she had a father, he must have agreed with the decision to put her into Silver Star orphanage. In the care of those who ran the orphanage from 2 months old, Gatchi saw the men and women of the facility as her parents. However, as she matured and grew, she felt dejected when all of her peers were adopted and she was left all alone. It was a mix of happiness for their fortune and a feeling of worthlessness. Eventually, she stopped trying and decided to embrace her life in Silver Star.

The day Gatchi was adopted was the day Silver Star ended. A woman clad in black and gold entered the orphanage on a very bleak and rainy day. She asked to see the orphans and the staff hurried to present them to her like a show. After all, she was an Imperial knight and was recently placed into nobility. Someone of this stature just had to adopt someone from this mostly unknown orphanage near the slums. However, they grew more and more concerned when every child they placed in front of her was 'unsuitable' or 'problematic'. That was...all except for Gatchi. Gatchi was a special case - at least to Eslena.

The woman was presented with the girl, her hair white and plain. Eslena was quick to notice that she was an Ethos, and pointed out that she had 'beautiful hair'. She even asked Gatchi what color she thought her hair might turn out to be. Of course, Gatchi, a child said she was not sure. Eslena explained that she was looking for an apprentice which to 'burn this Empire and raise another anew from the ashes' with. Young Gatchi was taken aback by this statement and how callously she had said it. This was traitorous even to an orphan. To overthrow the Emperor?

Eslena asked for her wrist and so Gatchi presented it. Eslena, having confirmed her suspicions, smiled. She told the girl that she was special and very good as a candidate, but there was 'one small problem'. Eslena was offering to take her away from this lonely hovel and let her see the world. To finally see what made passersby so happy, and why the other children never returned.

"All you need to do," Eslena had said in a low whisper. "Is give me a demonstration. "Can you do that for me?"

The girl said anything.

"Kill them for me."

...She did.

## Biography

### Early life

Gatchi was born into a life she did not choose. The life of an orphan abandoned and unwanted by parents she never knew. Gatchi hated them. Oh, how she hated them. She hated them so much and yet she wanted nothing more than to go back, stop them just before they set her inside, and ask 'why'? Was it just that her mother didn't intend to have her? Her father decided she was not worth it? Did they just want a son? She'd never know. It was the life of a forgotten young orphan with dreams, hate, and a burning passion that had not yet been focused. She wanted nothing more than to be valued and loved like all of the other children who were adopted there. Then, the right one came for her - or the wrong one however you saw it.

She killed them. Each and every one. The other orphans, the adults, and no one remained. Then, she knelt down below Eslena and submitted herself. Something in her...broke at the prospect of getting away. She was barely old enough to make her own decisions and yet she had just done what she did. There was no going back. Of course she felt guilty, but there was something about this woman. To be adopted, no to be taken into the loving care of someone in such high status, and to be offered a chance to change this wretched city - this Empire as a whole. To never again allow a child to be raised in the dirt with rats and meals that made a person sick? Something just...snapped.

For the following few years of her life, Gatchi trained relentlessly. Broken bones didn't matter they were an afterthought. Bleeding didn't matter, it only drove her further. The screams? They kept her up at night sometimes, but soon that faded too. The screams were probably the worst part, or maybe it was the looks. Regardless, she continued on for her master - no, her mother. Her very own mother she could be held by and told she belonged. In turn, she was her mother's weapon to use as she pleased. Gatchi's magic became one of her most dangerous qualities, but what helped her the most was her creativity. She could make anything. Do anything. Make anyone do anything for her and her master. They were going to reform this Empire into their very own. An Empire free of itself, totally dominant, and fully ready to destroy the hated Alliance and its Wizards. The only way to purify the Empire was to bleed it until only the good blood remained - the loyal.

So, she waited and watched her master. Then, she followed in her footsteps. When her master became the Empress, she'd be right there by her side.