[The short version of my boredem at 3 am this morning is: Shes was initially outcast from her tribe, but fought back as they sought to sacrifice her afterwards. In only a few minute or fighting, her brother and her father and many other's she had known fell to her own sword.

She tries to do good when she can, but often finds it hard to sympathise with other's troubles. She fights only to protect her friends, but friendship with her hard to gain, though she would give her life to save a friend and is fiercely loyal when tested. Feel free to read on if you haven't got anything good to do with your time... like me]

2 years ago she was banished from her tribe to the far north for the mistaken murder of her brother, Kelak.

They had been hunting in the peaks to the west together and were confronted by a Yeti, a common occurrence to them both. Neither of them perturbed by the beast's they set about taking it down as they had to the last two they had met the same day. But this confidence was to be her brother's and her own downfall. Chiana stood far off, raining arrows down into its flesh while her brother stood close, battling face to face. Ever proud of his battle skills, Kelak did something unexpected to Chiana, he dodged. Her brother never dodged... He blocked, yes.. but never... He had dived between the Yeti's legs as its fist had come down and slid out behind it, tripping it onto its face. Chiana could still see her arrow in flight, spinning as it flew towards her brother. Her eyes screwed up in fear as she muttered a silent prayer to any gods listening. It was almost a minute before she dared to open them. The Yeti stood over her brother's corpse, the arrow, her arrow, in his chest. The beast was watching her, its malicious and cold eyes fixed on her. Tears streaked her face as she knocked her next arrow, the Yeti now sprinting towards her; its massive feet trampling the snow and the spring saplings into the ground. The arrow found its mark. The yeti's clumsy paws scratched at its face, but merely snapped the arrow's shaft; the point still buried deep in its eye. The second arrow punched through to the left of the first, but only just. It reached its brain and the Yeti slumped, it's face crashing into the snow. The final arrows punched through its back, driven unnecessarily into its heart. Mere seconds later she was pulling the arrow from her brother's heart. Turning him onto his back she could see he was already dead.

And so she wept, her tears soaking into her brother's tunic and freezing in the icy air. For her, an age seemed to pass, though it could have been a few hours for all she could tell. The moon glistened down the frozen tears and she lifted her brother's lifeless body onto her shoulder's and forced her legs to walk her in the direction of her home, already knowing the fate that would await her.

But her exile was not as simple as that. Three of the younger men of the tribe sought revenge for Kelak a few days after she left and persuaded the tribe's shaman to agree to sacrifice Chiana in order to appease Kelak's spirit.

She was confronted by the three a day's travel later, in the gully between two mountain peaks. She had trudged silently and mournfully along, thoughts running through her mind about her brother. Whether he was angry, or saddened at her fate. If there was some way to appease him. As she saw the men up ahead she already realised that they intended to do that with of without her consent. The tribe would.. should have expected her to accept her fate, for all members of the tribe swore an oath at an early age to uphold the Chieftan's and the Shaman's orders; the same person at that time. Yet archers lined the ridge to her left. She could just spot the shaman casting ritualistic magic between two of them... preparing the dagger.. that she was to be killed with for her mistake. Something within her broke, primal energies screamed to fore of her mind as she let of scream of frustration, rage and a call of innocence. Icicles shattered and at that moment, she would have sworn she could hear mountains crumbling around her, though she knew afterwards it was only her imagination. She ripped her brother's blade for it's strapping on her shoulder and swung it down. Though she was not naturally strong for a member of her tribe, the blade smashed down through the first's shoulder, reaching as far down as his kidney before it stopped. She drew it out and spun furiously to the next, still only drawing his own weapon from its sheath. The blade easily punched through his neck and she was rewarded by his gurgling death. All this was a blur of motion to the third and Chiana remembered seeing everything as it time was slowed. The man's blade, tested against Yetis and Giants, shatter into hundreds of pieces under the force of her blow. She saw each individual piece slice into the man as they twisted through the air. Her attentions abruptly turned as she heard the slow thwump of bowfire. She was already halfway to them when the arrows reached her. Her sword swiped once, taking three of them right out of the air. Five more punched into her, but she didn't feel them, didn't care about them; nothing mattered any more except the anger inside her. The archers were overwhelmed as she reached them, cutting through them like a hot knife through butter. And it might have well been; she remembered seeing snow melt under her feet from the heat of the battle rage. All that remained was the shaman, the chieftan, her father.

Killing him would be like killing the others a hundred times over.She wasn't sure if she could ever forgive herself for what she had done already. Yet the sword swung down. Her father blocked, the sacrificial dagger stopping her blade dead. The two weapons locked together, both of them pushed. Never once had she seen her father bested in strength, even by the Giants and Ettins that sometimes attacked during mid-summer. Still, the two stood, both pushing forward, while Chiana's mind analysed the last five minutes of combat, though it had been only seconds. She twisted away, the sword spinning outwards in arc to turn back in towards her father. Her father was faster, the dagger stabbed forward and stuck in her back and her father stopped, expecting her to fall as he twisted the dagger, but she kept turning. Her father's eyes widened at his last moment as the sword hurtled for his chest and he tried to wrench the dagger free, but it was stuck deep in a bone and would not shift. The sword tore through flesh, bone and sinew; stopping only as it sunk into the solid rock wall to her left.

She sat in the snow, tearing the arrows from her battered body, relishing the releasing pain that they gave her. Finally she dropped the dagger to the dagger to the floor. It now longer glowed as it had down in the battle, her own blood coating it. This was all the dagger was meant to do; one stab and the sacrifice would be dead, and the spirit appeased.

Yet she lived, an even greater burden across her shoulders. Her eyes glazed over, sick of all emotion she stared blankly down her father, his blood staining the snow a crimson red, as did the bodies of all those fallen around her. Faced with the terrible reality she did the only thing seventeen year old girl, an outcast in her home could do. She turned and fled, running from nothing until her legs burned and her feet blistered, and still she ran. It was not until she hit a cliff edge that she slowed. She took off, her legs flailing wildly in the air, still trying to run. She closed her eyes and as it felt like and almighty force slapped her entire body, everything went truly black.

When she awoke she felt the cold trickle of a stream pouring over her face. Unknown forest surrounded her and the sound of birdsong echoed through the branches. She stepped out of the crimson waters, crimson with her own blood, lay on the soft turf and slept.

She awoke to a silent forest, dark and far more dangerous that it has seemed during the day save for the lights in the distance. She had never seen glass windows, but the soft glow coming from it seemed and homely and welcoming and she sombrely started towards the town that was to become her adopted home.