History

Seóras was raised by her mother alone, having never met her father. The day she was conceived was a one night stand, but she chose to keep the child. She was told many stories about what her father was like anytime she asked about him: dashing, suave, and quite the charmer. Though she never got to meet him, she always felt as though she had learned enough of him through her mother’s starry eyed tales, and eagerly awaited the day that he might return--something else her mother often said he would do.

Then again, perhaps the reason Seóras was so enamored with the stories of the free minded, free spirited travelling charmer was because it was easier to live in fantasy than it was her actual life. She and her mother lived in a run down apartment in one of Song-Lu’s poorer districts, living life by every small little coin her mother could gather. She wasn’t particularly skilled in any aspects save that of her own body, and the last thing she wanted was for her daughter to end up like her. In the months prior to her birth, she had struck many deals and bargains, racking up a lot of debt to get all the necessities a growing girl would need, and for a while everything seemed alright. Unfortunately, her plans didn’t work out too well for the impatient collectors, and just before she turned 12, her mother’s life was taken as punishment. They went through the apartment, taking anything of value, and once they happened upon the child of their debtee, they took her immediately, forcing her into labor to pay off her mother's debt. While she was still young it was more menial tasks than anything else, and while that would have been the ideal long-run set up, once puberty hit they decided to move her to bath house and brothel work, taking advantage of her pretty face.

After a nightmarish 3 years spent using her body to earn money, Seóras experienced a particularly bad night with a client, taking to the streets in nothing but a nightgown, praying for some kind of miracle so she wouldn’t have to go back. The gods answered almost immediately, in the form of the First Mate of a ship who happened to catch her sprinting by the docks. She begged him to help her get away, and without a moment's hesitation, he brought her to his ship, just in time for them to set off from the port. Though the First Mate helped her away from land, she was still extremely wary of him, and she was right to be as he expected something in return for his “chivalry”. That, however, was quickly and quietly put to a stop by the Captain of the ship. He treated her more like a woman in need of help and safe passage, instead of just a “pretty little thing”, and for the briefest of moments, Seóras was reminded of the dashing captain from her mother's stories. She thanked the man for his help, and though she intended to get off the ship at the next port, riding out in the vast, open ocean grew on her very quickly, one thing led to another, and she was granted special permission by the Captain to stay if she could pull her own weight.

Years of smooth sailing went by--she practiced and honed her abilities in magic, eventually settling on a path that would most benefit the ship: Wind Magic. Her life was turning out like she’d always hoped it would, but every great adventure story must come to a close, and hers did when the Captain found another love interest--a permanent one this time. Little more than a year later, the crew went their separate ways. Seóras went to Linhythe, offering what help she could as a Wind Mage to other sailors where she could. A couple years later, her old Captain reached out to her and others, calling for all hands on deck at Song-Lu for one last trip in their ship. Unable to resist temptation, Seóras went over immediately, but wasn’t expecting the life changing event that’d take place on their journey. Their ship was attacked by an old, skilled rival crew, and Seóras witnessed the blow that was sure to end her Captain's life. Rather than allowing her to stay and help, he sent her off the ship to safety--somewhat forcibly--with the help of one of his familiars. Devastated by the loss, Seóras only managed to send out one letter to inform his family, and she did the only thing she could think of to cope: buy strong glamours, and get as far away from the ports as possible. This excursion landed her in the outskirts of Belport by the forest, and without a second's hesitation, she set up camp there, camp eventually leading way to a home. She lived there comfortably for some twenty years, even taking up work at the ports again, and helping an old friend in need when the time came. However, after the war began and hit Belport and Valsk hard, it was all she could do to help as many civilians--including her friend--escape the doomed town, before getting captured herself. For a year, she lived in terrible conditions, and though she prayed for a miracle to save everyone, it didn’t actually come until more than a year later--and for her, in a form most unexpected. During the Kingdom’s attempt to take back the Northern Colonies, her old ally from her sailing days managed to find her among the prisoners, taking her to safety aboard the ship she was now servicing--the S.S. Pristis. Though her mental and physical states were rather awful, Seóras devoted herself to helping with the ship and its crew in any way she could, if it meant never having to set foot on land again.