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Ten years ago, a young girl awoke on a Thracian mountain naked and devoid of all memory, even of her name. All she had was the mark of the Odo bloodline on her right hip. She was discovered by two young children playing near the mountains; the children were so fascinated by this mysterious girl that they begged their parents to take her in. The couple fed her, gave her some old clothes, and named her Iria.

For the first few months, the family tried to get some answers out of the girl about her strange mark and who she really was. Iria sank into a depression when she realized she could not give them any answers, as she herself didn't know, and took the questioning to mean they didn't trust her. The next time they questioned her, she broke down and begged them to let her stay even if she couldn't tell them what they wanted to hear. Realizing they had a genuine amnesiac on their hands, the family agreed to stop the questioning and officially adopted her.

From then on, Iria lived in peace with her new parents and younger brothers, until a tragic day in her assumed fourteenth year when they perished in a surprise house fire. Grief-stricken and with nowhere to go, Iria took what little money she had and the sword skills her adoptive father had taught her and went on the road, no destination in mind. She eventually found her niche as a part-time mercenary, offering her services to those in need of protection.

When most people think of female mercenaries, they imagine a tough, no-nonsense bitch who's quick to put someone in their place for so much as breathing without permission. When most people see Iria, they imagine the strong, silent type.

Iria is neither of these. Soft and childlike, one has to wonder how she can be a fighter in the first place. She's indifferent to violence and slightly naive as to how the world works, but she can't stand to see people or other living things suffering. She'll only eat meat if the animal died of natural causes, or if someone else kills it. A bit of a bleeding-heart, she'd quit her mercenary work if she didn't need the money so badly.

She has trouble speaking her mind, even when a situation sorely calls for it, or even if she knows all the right things to say. Not because she's afraid of confrontation, but because she has very little experience dealing with people aside from her family.

The fact that she doesn't know who she really is or where she came from doesn't bother Iria in the slightest, but on rare occasions she's stricken with curiousity that will leave her confused and depressed for days on end. Part of her doesn't want to know the truth, out of fear that something terrible happened to leave her stranded in the forest.

Thanks to the nature of her family's demise, Iria is deathly afraid of fire.

Likes: Birds, butterflies, sunlight, rain, sweet food, wide open spaces
Dislikes: Fire, mean people, sour food
Languages: Basic, Thracian
Weapon Proficiency: Sword
Magic Proficiency: None
Skill Proficiency: None
Marital Status: Single
Family: Adoptive parents, twin younger brothers (deceased)
Occupation: Part-time mercenary
Home: Nowhere

Iria has the appearance of a sixteen-year-old girl; small and delicate with pale skin, dark blue eyes and chin-length black hair. She wears robes and plain colors, mostly black, and beige suede slippers. Her face is serious, rarely smiling. Her Odo mark is located on her right hip.