Arcacia Redmore

## Backstory

Born in a small, nothing village known as Milama to a struggling cobbler and his wife, Arcacia wanted for much of her early existence. A frustrated father, struggling to provide basic lodging and sustenance for those who were dependent of him had little issues finding the bottom of a stein. Abuse was abundant in the dead of night, unless sleep found the cobbler first. Neither the young girl, nor her mother were spared from the harsh realities of one man's drunken ire. Revna, Arcacia's mother, eventually found safety in the redirection of her husband's wrathful bouts. Instead of protecting her child, she used her as a reprieve. Year after year crawled by, beating by beating.

Eventually, debt caught up with the family. Money was owed, yet there was none to be given. The only possessions the drunkard owned was his failing business, his crumbling shack and the women who resided within it. It took little to no time at all for the cobbler to decide his daughter was his best option of repayment and would be offered in exchange for what little leniency could be obtained. Word moved quickly throughout the village, as it always did. These intended plans, slurred over poured alcohol, eventually circled back to the cobbler's daughter by the end of next day. A plan devised for freedom concocted in the young woman's head.

Slowly, she worked the details into fruition. She was to wait until her father's inevitable drunken return, before framing her mother for his murder. As to be expected, Gene returned home in his usual intoxicated stupor. Revna, in a predictable attempt to protect herself was quick to inform the cobbler of his daughter's purposeful wrong doings earlier in the day. However, she'd find herself turned on when neither of them found their daughter in her bed. The cobbler mercilessly laid hands on his wife, strangling the woman into a state of unconsciousness.

Arcacia, who had been hiding from view scrambled at the opportunistic moment to plunge a knife into the side of her father's throat. Her hands trembled with the completion of the act, her eyes welling with tears of frustration, anger and the slightest tinge of sadness. Shallow, shuddering breaths did little to compose the murderess as she crept towards her father's corpse to retrieve the weapon. Pooling blood slowly crept towards her as if it had a mind of its own. Dazed by the reality of the situation, Arcacia looked at the thick pool of crimson that spread across their home's dirty floor. Soft, wispy sounds that almost resembled voices danced in her head before the thudding in her chest pushed her back to reality. The weapon was planted in her mother's hand, before she drizzled and splattered streamers of her deceased father's blood across her. Gritting her teeth, she clenched her fists into balls of white knuckles before letting out a blood curdling scream.

Tears began to spill in droves from her eyes as she collapsed back down at her deceased father's side and screamed for assistance at the height of her vocals. She pledged false witness, stating that the action had been carried out by her mother who had had one beating too many. Unconscious, spattered in the deceased blood and gripping the murder weapon, there was little to disbelieve. Revna who denied these actions in the coming days was jailed despite her cries of innocence and uncertainty. It was hard to care about another tarnish on the Redmore's already scuffed name when all Arcacia could dream about was her freedom. Though, what she hadn't counted on was being held accountable for her deceased father's debt even in his passing. She fled her previous life in search of what she could only hope would be a better one, with collectors in tow.