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High Countess of the `Moyerius Empire
Rachelle `Moyerius



    Rachelle `Moyerius was born to a loving woman who owned a small
    cottage where they grew their own food and hunted for small animals.
    Growing up with a strong will. She noticed she was different from others
    she met, the villiagers treated her different as well. She was faster,
    stronger ... all her senses where more defined than those around.
    Though she never questioned her mother, she always wondered.

    Late one evening when Rachelle was about 15 she and her mother sat
    eating dinner as they talked the conversation of her father came about
    once more. Not being the first time, something about this night she felt
    she had to know. Her mother explained he father has died when she was
    only a few days old and said no more. Rachelle could see the emotions
    that played in her mothers eyes of great sadness. She left it be, still
    questioning everything within her mind.

    When Rachelle turned 18 she said good bye to her mother, taking her
    Mare and few belongings to set out traveling. She was curious wanting
    to know what was in the outside world. She worked odd jobs in villiages
    she came to, she worked for her food and board. The young woman
    caught the eyes of many though she never looked in their direction.
    Two years of traveling brough the woman to a small almost deserted
    villiage, she spoke with an old man who seems to be sitting waiting for
    something or someone. He explained to her how their villiage had been
    ravaged and the woman and children taken ... the young men murdered
    and the old left to die. Feeling sorrow for the old man Rachelle helped
    him into a hut and cooked for him. She stayed with him for many weeks
    till he passed on from what seemed to be just a cold to her. She cried for
    the man who seemed so lonely, she didn't know him but felt very close
    to him. Maybe because she never had a father in her life.
    She packed a few things to remember him by and fitted up her horse.
    And set out once more. Winter had befallen upon the land by now, the
    snow and wind where as wicked as she ever remembered. The night
    grew dark and stormy her horse fell ill. She stayed only to watch her life
    time friend die in the snow.
    She walked and walk coming upon a Castle. She knocked and none
    answered but the door opened. After a few moments she met a man
    named Shielhan. He invited her to stay to get away from the storm,
    they had dinner and talked for hours on end till the break of
    dawn. Time moved on they grew closer together in their time within the
    castle where she stayed on to help care for those that needed it. Soon
    after Shielhan asked Rachelle to be his wife she gladly accepted.