Henry Wallington

Henry Wallington
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Standing at 6 feet tall, she's human... somewhat. That is, her arms have been replaced with swords that stretch right below her kneecaps. They become thin and dangerously sharp at the end, seeming to end somewhere around her forearm. Other than that, she is a regular person. She is very muscular, but does have long, beautiful blonde hair. She seems to be a young adult, even.

Her family had wanted a son - being common people, they strived to have one of their children become noble, figuring the easiest way would be to have that one become knightly. Alas, the mother gave birth to only daughters - the fourth would be Henry. They had forced her to live the life of a boy, to grow to become a man - which, would never happen. But the parent's obsession with this would give them satisfaction in the fact that she dressed like a man, looked like one, and fought as well as any. They also made it so that she couldn't interact with her sisters, for that would be a "bad influence" on her. She would hate them from a very early age - a true hatred.

Being raised, she was not allowed to do anything a woman would, or even activities most boys would partake in. Cleaning, cooking, crafting, anything that was a distraction from her fighting was banned. Even reading. She trained with small wrist blades at her younger ages. In those moments inbetween - those moments she saw other girls, she would grow jealous. They looked beautiful - unlike her, and seemed to be enlightend, where as she was not. So, she ran away. She ran away, to try to understand this great world outside of killing others.

The other children laughed at her - a boys name, clothes, they ridiculed her. Then... the darkness came. Like nothing had happened, she woke up every now and then, to be taken by the darkness again. Upon fully waking up in her bed at home, her arms just past the elbows were removed and replaced with two of the most wonderful blades that money could buy. Her head was badly injured, and her father and mother smiled down upon her. She learned her father had clubbed her unconscious many times while a blacksmith meticulously began to bind those weapons to her. They assured her that she would be twice as effective as before. They also assured her that eating, dressing herself, and other things were work mean't for servants. Throughout the rest of her growth, she was permitted to be conscious while the blacksmith would alter her arms, to make them fit better according to her age, and to maintain them. Years passed, and she was informed she would be presented to royalty within three months time.

And so, she practiced, and her parents were right - those arm blades had made her a true adversary to any warrior. On that second month, those years of training would pay off - she would run away. Miles. Tens of miles. Everywhere she would go, nothing would change - people would be scared, angry, threatened, and quite often laugh at her. But, she would not retaliate with violence. That was what she ran away from - she wouldn't allow it to come back to her in any form.

Having lost everything, she was free to do anything. Using her talents, she would get temporary jobs as a guard for various places. They never paid well, but she survived. With a foothold in true society, she begins to strive to be something she wasn't allowed to be - a woman. A delicate, beautiful one, with deep feelings on every matter. Of course, she still has to utilize her only talent, but that won't stand in her way. Nothing will. From this foothold, she now begins to find her own place in the world.