ㅤbiographyㅤ Once a prim and proper lady born from a noble household of Ishgardian descent with high standing, Camellia wanted for nothing as the younger daughter of two within the Mariere family. A jovial and proud woman who upheld her namesake with honorable dignity she strove to become a distinguished mage under the teachings of the Archbishop, Thordan VII who saw great potential in her. Almost every moment of her waking hours were spent scouring over historical records and secret Holy texts safeguarded by the church. Life was good for the young pupil...Until the Dravanian Horde begun to threaten their advance on the beloved city state driving her once distinguished mentor to desperate measures.In the dead of night with Thordan VII locked away in his private quarters the Archbishop devised a devious ploy to use ritualistic magics thought blasphemous to the Holy See. Sacrificing those with magical capabilities and noble lineage in hopes of creating a vessel of the Twelve whom could be used to put an end to the Dragonsong War once and for all. Countless innocents were ripped from the comfort of their homes being maimed, tortured and experimented on without viable results until the day came to pass where Camellia found herself amongst the unfortunate souls selected, her parents forfeiting her life in exchange for prestigious wealth and power staying in the 'good graces' of the Archbishop. Enslaved and branded with a tattooed inscription upon her back much like the other failed experiments that came and gone, Camellia lived out her days as imprisoned in a cold, dark cell deep within the catacombs of the Ishgardian Orthodox Church.The fateful day finally arrived when the young woman was brought before the Archbishop and his fanatic lackies, stripped bare to the elements, hopelessly trembling as they surrounded her chanting a ritualistic hymn meant to invoke the Twelve's power. The tattooed inscription began to glow a bright azure blue as she cried out in pain as a veil of ice enveloped the entirety of her being. Where many others before her had faltered she had prevailed, communing with the goddess of war, the Fury, Halone. Breaking free from her icy chamber, Camellia knelt upon the catacomb floor, adorned in lavish gold armor, spear and shield in hand with her once blonde hair streaked in white and blues. Triumphant in their efforts the fanatics cheered and praised their overlord though much to their dismay the victory was short lived. Crying out as her mind was split in two; The appointed vessel went on a bloody rampage, cutting down the defilers one by one. Seeing no other choice Thordan VII flees from the violent onslaught, cursing the 'failed' vessel who could not be controlled by his will. A sense of calm befell Camellia as she searched high and low for an exit until successfully escaping the clutches of her enslavers.With nowhere else to turn she travelled as far as she possibly could on her own two legs until a chance encounter; A wild chocobo all on its lonesome, seemingly reading her desperation the beast approached with cautious optimism, offering its aid to the woman bearing nothing but torn rags. Travelling through snow, rain and heat until finally seeking refuge deep in the forest depths of Larkscall it was here she stumbled across the inquisitive beast tribes named the Sylph. Taking her in she was given asylum in their ranks, slowly befriending the creatures and finding a newfound home amongst their kind. Though weary at first she slowly came to trust the kindred souls and opened up to them, telling her tale such as it was though swearing them to secrecy.As time went by she and her chocobo accomplish left their safe haven to build a reclusive life deep within the forest depths of Larkscall, living off the land and taking a keen interest in the flora and fauna of the surrounding areas of the Shroud. Hiding herself away from the rest of the waking world she lived a life of solitude in a small cabin, adapting a somewhat nomadic way of life as she traversed the shard learning about the various ecosystems. Ever cautious to steer well and clear of her former homeland of Ishgard in fears of being branded a heretic and murderer despite the horrors she endured; Camellia remained vigilant to this day, preparing for the day she might be hunted down by the Heavens' Ward and brought to 'justice' for her would be crimes of slaughter.