Born: 1889, God’s Eye
Age: 21
Class: Lower Class
Upbringing: Harsh, survival-driven
Current Status: Battle Medic, The Hollers Academy Graduate
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Physical Appearance
Build: Small yet athletic, conditioned for endurance and combat
Hair: Blonde, often kept short for practicality
Eyes: Light blue, sharp and piercing
Posture: Rigid, disciplined, always prepared
Background & Personality
Victoria was born in God’s Eye, a place where poverty is law and struggle is routine. Raised in a community household packed with multiple families, privacy and decency were foreign concepts. Hunger was a constant companion, forcing her to harden herself from a young age.
Orphaned early, she was sent to a military-purpose orphanage in Sidonia, where children were shaped into warriors for Stonewall’s war machine. While others dreamed of dying as war heroes, Victoria had a different vision—she wanted to survive and be remembered.
Her unwavering faith in God guided her steps, believing divine intervention allowed her entry into The Hollers Academy, a place reserved for the truly gifted in warfare. There, she specialized as a battle medic—a role blending brutality and mercy. She trained in the war hammer, an unconventional choice for a medic, symbolizing both destruction and protection.
Skills & Training
mace Combat: Proficient in wielding a heavy war hammer, using it to crush enemies and clear paths in battle
Battlefield Medicine: Quick at treating wounds under fire, prioritizing efficiency over bedside manner
Survival Instincts: Years of struggling for food and safety honed her ability to adapt and endure
Tactical Thinking: Trained at The Hollers Academy, she understands battlefield strategy, though her instincts often override strict military doctrine
Beliefs & Motivations
Faith: Victoria believes God listens to her prayers and has guided her path from the slums to the academy
Purpose : She sees combat as the only way to prove herself, as peace was never an option in her world
Desire : Though she doesn’t seek glory, she refuses to be forgotten like so many others from God’s Eye
Not Blind: While she serves the Ideals, she questions the system that left her and countless others to suffer
Weaknesses
Overburdened by Faith: Her belief in divine intervention pushes her to take risks others wouldn’t
Survivor’s Guilt: She struggles with the things she’s done to stay alive and protect those around her
A Day in the Mountains – Victoria’s Choice
The morning sky was a dull gray, the sun veiled by thick clouds rolling in from the east. The Hollers Academy had sent its recruits into the Cliffs, a jagged stretch of treacherous rock and narrow trails, for advanced mountain combat and rescue training. Victoria had been assigned as the lead battle medic for her squad—just another brutal day of drills.
Then the mountain moved.
A thunderous crack split through the air as the rock beneath them shifted and crumbled. The ground gave way, swallowing men whole. Screams echoed as soldiers scrambled for safety, clawing at loose stone, some tumbling into the abyss below. The Cliffs were collapsing.
The Order
From higher up the ridge, Commander , a noble-born officer known more for his titles than his skill, was already retreating. His personal guards pulled him back, but he barked a single order at Victoria.
“Medic! Forget them! Get up here and secure my position!”
She turned her head. Below, dozens of soldiers—her comrades—were barely holding onto the crumbling ledge. Some had already fallen. She had seconds to act.
Follow orders and save the noble commander, ensuring her own safety.
Disobey, risk her life, and try to save as many soldiers as possible.
Her hands tightened around the war hammer strapped to her back. She made her choice.
The Rescue & The Cost
Victoria ignored the commander’s order. She sprinted downward, using her hammer as a stabilizer, smashing it into the cliffside for balance. She grabbed the nearest soldier, pulling him up just as the ground beneath him vanished. One by one, she worked. The strongest she saved helped pull up the others. She roared orders, forced broken bodies to move, ignored the ache in her own muscles.
But the mountain didn’t stop.
Another violent tremor struck. A section of the cliff tore away—taking ten men with it, including those she couldn’t reach in time. She heard their screams as they fell into the mist below. Her heart pounded. Her breath burned. But she kept going.
When the dust settled, fifteen soldiers lived because of her actions. But too many had still died.
And then, the soldiers in black armor arrived. Not to commend her. To arrest her.
Betrayal & Chains
Commander stood at the safe ridge, untouched, unharmed, furious.
“She defied a direct order.” His voice was cold. “And because of her insubordination, good men died. She has disgraced the academy. She will be dealt with accordingly.”
Victoria barely had the strength to react when iron cuffs locked around her wrists.
The surviving soldiers—the very ones she had saved—watched in stunned silence. They were too low in rank to challenge a noble-born commander. Their hands balled into fists, their eyes dark with unspoken rage.
But none could stop it.
She was marched back to Sidonia, shackled like a criminal, awaiting punishment for a false crime.
