The Champfleur name held the title of Magistrie over the land of Aramore in Delverne, and although not born to the current Magister himself, Virsche’s childhood was one filled with comfort afforded in part by the prestige of the main household’s name. It is her parent’s shrewdness, however, that was the true driving force on how their family was able to gain favorable opportunities despite their lack of title. Oswald and Geneva Champfleur, both too somewhat outlandish for the role of nobility and yet able to navigate around them effortlessly, always hoped for the best for their two children, each showing it in their own way. Love and affection was not something Virsche lacked growing up, despite how busy both parents were. If anything it brought them closer to each other, not just their family of four, but to the Magistre couple too; Her father’s older brother, Yves, often acted as her and her brother’s guardian- the older man having grown fond of the two due to the fact he had no children of his own.

As she grew older, Virsche discovered her strong affiliation in controlling ether- which led her to find mentorship from a Fridir Laedwynn, a close family friend. Further studying eventually led to the question of “What should I do in the future?” With slim chances of gaining any sort of inheritance from the Champfleur name, and finding no interest in either of her parents' work, the answer she sought for eventually led her to the Templars of Aurea after witnessing their noble hearts during a charity event. Young as she was, she was determined to join their ranks one day.

Years passed by in a blur, and she was soon to be considered an adult. And yet before she could pave a life for herself, did it all fall apart.

A great tremor ripped through the Champfleur mansion on the night Virsche and her family had decided to visit. What seemed like an earthquake decimated a major part of the area, the same area where she, her parents and Yves had been during the incident. All four were pulled out, heavily injured. Hours later, both Oswald and Geneva were pronounced deceased, while Virsche was left in a comatosed state.

The culprit for the incident was discovered to be half-elf, his actions fueled by revenge at the unjust ruling her father passed on a loved one. More on the case was never publicized, and the half-elf was never seen again.

Virsche would eventually recover from her physical injuries and awaken after a few weeks- but not without complications. At the age of 47, she barely remembers anything from her life; Amnesia from the incident being the reason. Shielded from the public, heavily monitored and few visitors being allowed to see her- all these were attempts to ease her back into her life as stress free as possible. Through time she remembers remnants of the past, mundane memories and old preferences, but nothing from that fateful night. Being treated like glass was supposed to be a sign of mercy and yet- it only serves to confuse her more and press on her wounds that she will never be who she was ever again. The latter became even more evident when she stopped regaining memories at the age of 59. The stress on figuring out how to act, added with her own interpersonal struggles with others and chronic headaches culminated in her failing health. 

After a particularly dire dip in her health, Yves eventually sends her and her mentor to Estraude, where he hopes they can find medical help for her- or at the very least, pull her out from the taxing situation. A part of her was happy to leave.

Her time in Estraude had initially been a difficult one; after being sheltered for so long- to suddenly be thrown into a melting pot of cultures- it was overwhelming, and yet- also very liberating. She had different resources to pull knowledge from, and was able to interact with people unlike herself. It opened her eyes to a wider horizon, and with more possibilities. But through it all, her love for people back home was still unmatched- with new found insight she hopes one day Delverne can be open to new ideas as well.

It was the rising tension between the Kingdom and Empire that eventually brought her back to Delverne, the Consul’s announcement of the Emerald Masquerade sounding the alarm bells in her head. A neutral party it may have been, inviting both figures from opposing parties did not sit right.

A short while after her return when the turn of events felt endless. Delverne’s war against the Kingdom, Oracle Triss’ appearance, the deliverance of sacred gifts and the Gods awakening. All this felt beyond her, a small fletchling in this whirlwind of events. With loved ones offering themselves up for a greater cause, she’s reminded of her old dream of becoming a Templar. A quiet whisper urging her to come into Her embrace. The choice was hers- and Virsche chose to stay as she was; incomplete and different as she may be. With no oath and no sacred weapon, she races to where Aurea’s army gathers, determined to protect her own.

The fight against Atros’ army was nothing like she, perhaps any of them, ever expected. The initial clash of the gods unravels something around Alva, and in turn dislodges something within her too. Still there is no time to think in the heat of battle. She thinks back to her younger self and how foolish she was that this was what she aspired for herself.

When the Empire becomes involved and both parties dispersed, the oathbound and herself are eventually forced to return back to Delverne. Their cheers sound like white noise to her, and even in the midst of her own family’s worried coddling, she wonders if all that was sacrificed was worth it…