Once good, now broken.
Name: Healena of Evering White Hamlet
Deity: Formally Melora. Currently The Black Raven – Yossan
Family of five (parents, twin girls, and younger brother)
Family occupation: Farmer/wood cutter
Birth – Omen. Birth was marked by an unusual occurrence – A warm spell in the dead of winter. Most rejoiced at the occasion not realizing the destruction this created. This destroyed spring growth and effected summer/fall crops. The following winter was extremely hard and many died of starvation.
Childhood: Family butchered while the twins hid. The sisters took completely different paths, while one became an invoker (chaotic-good) the other a devoted cleric (neutral-good). Both have stayed close even those both chose completely different paths and deities to worship.
Adult: Spent most of her time in a cloister. Any free time she has had, she has spent it with her twin sister in attempts to find the people responsible for parents and brother’s murder.
This is her first true adventure outside. Much of the cleric’s mind has been sectioned off by years of training with her deity to forget the full detailed event which transpired. This was replaced with the general knowledge that they had been murdered.
Since the chaos shard has touched her mind, these walls have slowly degraded and crumbled. The loss of a party member have caused the cleric’s mind to completely snap. Only with the help of Cassandre and Greymane/Paik has the delicate hold of her fragile mind come back into her control – but for how long?
After the Pyramid of Nightmares lines became murky and gray between good and evil. Had walking away from Melora’s teachings been the correct path? Has Black Raven led her to where two roads diverged in a wood, and she took the one less travelled by and that has made all the difference for the worse? Even in death she was ridiculed and sent back to continue her puppet role. A role she had to fulfill before death could eternally embrace her. Instead her womb was sacrificed for her reanimation to life. But was she really a part of this world? Forcing herself through a training montage http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Q6vFes9TF8 has jaded her mind-set from the cloister she once found comfort in. During this campaign many companions have disappeared, others had aged faster than she expected, and some found new lives within the scars of Chaos. One had even turned on them and attempted to destroy them. Her last surviving family member had scarred and aged in the blink of an eye. She almost started to see those alive around her as moving sentient beings waiting to be placed underground or consumed by fire. She could not save them all. Could she even save one? In the end, did it really matter if they were physically alive and spiritually dead? Even her vast wisdom could not answer these or other questions which plagued her heart and soul to rot. Her broken fragile mind had created new paths to wholeness – but at what cost?