According to Leona Savage
The Savage family lived in the city of Malachi, and cared for their own, the family prospering. The Templars were not abundant in their place, and they were able to ignore them for a while. The grandkids were thriving and creating more babies, and while there was not prosperity, there was food on the table and there was a roof over their heads. That was enough. Leona was born, 8th Generation of Savage lines, she was the only born that year, and for the years to come there would be no more Savage babies. The women were too old except for Leona's mother, and no more kids were born. Leaving Leona with only her brother as company, as all the other kids were older than his 9 years.
At age four Leona was already a quiet kid, sullen and cold to those she did not know, sticking close to her elder brother Dimitri. She was never an outgoing child, always sticking close to comfort, which really was only Dimitri. She never smiled around strangers, only very rarely did she smile and that was in the safety of their backyard with Dimitri playing as a dragon and she the warrior come to slay him. She would jump on his back, and he would run her through the yard and they would laugh quietly.
At five years, their mother was raped by a young Templar, and passed around to other Templars, their father unable to do anything.
At six, Leona lost her mother to suicide. Her father became addicted to drugs. And her life became a series of hide and seek games that were not at all fun to play.
Her father becoming a druggie hit hard, as he became aggressive and started to hit Leona. He never touched Dimitri as Dimitri was a force to be reckoned with, all muscled and fifteen, but Leona was just a six year old. When Dimitri went to work, which he had to to keep food on the table for him and his little sis who he called his Little Lion, their father would go and seek out Leona who always hid after she had found out quite a few times what it meant when he would drag her to the basement of their home. Where his fists would pound into her small form, and whips would crack across her back, arms, legs, stomach, and chest when she was older. This never took place in front of Dimitri, and Leona never told because she had a false sense of protectiveness, that if she would, her father would hurt Dimitri.
She managed though, as it never happened every day, but at most four times a week. She loved her brother so much though, that he got her through the tough days where he could feel and see her slipping. Her face became emotionless, he emotions hidden, though no-one can hide the eyes. And her brother was apt at reading her eyes. They moved when she was eleven, able to get out of that house, and they moved to Judah. Now, they knew nothing of it except it was where Dimitri had always wanted to go because he loved the name. Now, they faced the terror that those Monsters in all those stores and tales were actually, trully, real, and terrifying.
And at age eleven, not even three months after they had left Malachi, did her brother go missing. A Lycan tore into the town, and he never came home. Everyone assumes the smiling idiot yet protective boy was dead, but not Leona. She hoped in her heart and being that he kept his promise to her, that before he had left he had said, "See you soon, Little Lion."
Leona, to this day, still waits. In her heart is an eleven year-old who waits, and sits, for her brother Dimitri to come running back and hug her.
Leona grew up fast. She grew into her tall form now, and learned how to throw punches, how to bear beer and alchohol so it does not affect her when she drinks it, and to be able to contort her body into positions to fit into the smallest hiding place, or to avoid the fastest attacks. She learned to fight dirty to win, for winning was the one thing she needed to do to stay alive. She would win, and she would wait. She actively sought out those who would teach a little scarred girl, and badgered them with her presence, yet never said a thing to them. She became the ghost of the town, picking fights she could win but learn, and picking fights she could not win. She never died though, she always ran if needed. She was not afraid to do that, running. She would fight, she would run, or she would win.
She grew to know the word Templar in a different light than just a 'man that uses a woman', and Sanctuary, and she grew to become one who would want to fight as a Templar and protect those who could not protect themselves. And so she joined at the ripe age of eighteen as a Paladin. She has been under the eye of Isaac Hills for two years now, training hard, and waiting for her brother. As she always will.
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