Phiorra Solairia

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Name: Phiorra Solairia

Race: Human

Age: 17

Sex: Female

Height: 4'11"

Weight: 104 lbs.

Hair: Long blonde.

Appearance
Phiorra is a comely young woman, if a bit small in stature. Her blonde hair goes straight down to about to the bottom of her ribs, and she always ensures it's well kept. The girl's eyes are a brilliant blue, calming and inviting to those who look into them. What many people would say is that her best quality is her smile. The innocence and happiness within it are infectious, and due to her happy nature, she's often seen sporting it.

For clothing, Phiorra wears a long light-blue robe that goes right down to her feet, along with a pair of formal looking shoes. Adorning her hair on the left side is always her favorite flower, a white lily. And on her left hand is her weapon, the Hand of god, and on her right is a small glove fitting over her index and middle fingers, and the thumb.

Personality
Phiorra comes across as a very naïve individual to most people, seeing good in almost everyone and being rather unknowing about many matters. Despite this, Phiorra is a very sweet, kindhearted girl. She never hesitates to help others, and she always remains polite to everyone. With her status as a priestess, she’s been given ways to help people, and she utilizes them as much as possible, as often as possible.

Another part of Phiorra’s naivety is that she has a very black and white view on who’s good and who’s evil. Guards, soldiers, civilians and the priestesses themselves, among others, are good, and thugs, bandits, Grimm, pirates and such are bad. This leads to her prejudging people before really knowing them, which could lead to her feeling nervous around a decent chap, or being defenseless to a corrupt guard or something.

With Phiorra being so kind, it’s fairly obvious that she’d be a very happy seeming girl. She’s slightly energetic, leading to her neutral stance often seeming like she’s bobbing up and down. Despite her happiness, Phiorra’s true fear is the sight of blood. It makes her feel queasy just seeing a drop, and anything more than that often brings on vomiting or in more major cases, complete breakdown.

Backstory
Phiorra was born into very unfortunate circumstances. Her mother and father were both very heavy drug users, and neither ever really cared about the girl’s well being. Along with that, her father was very violent, causing Phiorra to grow up often with many cuts and bruises on her body. There were even a few times where her parents had jokingly given her the same drugs they themselves took, taking advantage of her trust and lack of knowing.

This led to her being very emotionally unstable, going between fits of true sorrow and pure bliss seemingly at random. Her parents were also very careless with her, leaving her alone for long periods of time when she was no older than three. When they did come home, they were always drunk and stoned and they didn’t even feed her, causing the girl to have to be very independent for her own survival. Unfortunately, this also led to her father once beating her within a breath of life when he woke up to seeing her eating his food.

The worst problem wasn’t what her parents did to her; it was that she didn’t know any of this was wrong. She accepted it as normal and though she was depressed and beaten, she didn’t know any better or have the courage to defend herself. No matter what happened, she came back with a false smile as her parents did what they want, hit her when they want, and give her whatever they wanted for their own amusement. Eventually, when she was 7, Phiorra’s parents were caught in a drug bust, interestingly right when they were in the middle of watching their daughter’s most recent drug fueled hysteria, this time with a larger dosage.

Appalled, the guards took Phiorra away, sending her to a nearby monastary to get cleaned up and cleaned out. The ones stationed at the Monastary were the Radiant Ones; a group of priestesses with their entire focus on selflessly helping others. If anyone could save this poor, starving, malnourished girl, it would be them. She showed up horrified and confused at what was happening, but that was just the effects of the drugs in her system. This time as she came down though, the girl went comatose for three weeks. When she woke up, the priestesses knew she needed help desperately or she’d die. So they dedicated time to helping her clean out her system and get through her withdrawal, the hardest of her symptoms being insane depression, complete with a few foiled suicide attempts, severe insomnia; sometimes going full three day periods with no sleep, and the fevers, sometimes bringing the priestesses to only relying on prayers, as there was nothing else they could physically do. But gradually… she recovered. And then she turned 9. At this point, much of the drugging had left her system, but there was a lot that would probably stay in her forever.

Now with her starting to return to her natural self before the drugs, Phiorra was becoming very happy and cheerful, because she loved her current life in contrast to her past one. She was ecstatic, enjoying the company of the priestesses far more than that of her parents. But the time had come for her to leave. She had been cleaned out to the best abilities possible, and Phiorra was to be sent home. This was regarded by most of them as sending her to her death, so they collectively decided that Phiorra would be safer joining the priestesses. And it was now that they decided… to finally name her. With her parents never truly caring, they never gave her a name. So they got together and chose the name Phiorra Solairia. She was very happy with her new group and name, so she vowed that as she was important to them, the order would be the most important thing to her.

For the next few years, she received instruction by the others, ensuring that she become the model priestess, well mannered and joyful, self-sacrificial and honorable. She also received instruction in archery, dust use and martial arts, focussing on Krav Maga and Aikido, oddly surpassing many of the others, despite her young age. She even crafted her weapon, the Hand of God. It was then that she decided to try to get into Beacon to be a huntress. Helping people was the goal of the Radiant ones, and this was the stage from which she could help people the most. After several tests from Beacon representatives, Phiorra managed to be accepted, leading some of the other priestesses to believe her to be blessed. She isn’t sure about that, but she knows for sure that she’s going to become more and more in tune with the light, and that she’s never been happier.