Her body still aches, but now this pain no longer consumes every single thought. The past... Was there anything there besides suffering? Only isolated, faint images come to mind. And it would have been better if they didn't...
It seems she was once a Teiosian? What a terrible thought. Perhaps it wasn't her? Strange... Come to think of it, she had only heard about her life before the experiment from the experimenters themselves, but she remembers absolutely nothing from it. In the first days after the experiment, there was at least pain. And hatred. Much hatred. Primarily, of course, toward those who caused her so much pain for a completely incomprehensible purpose. However, it seems she managed to pay them back... Perhaps not all of them... There was some pipe, other utensils; she managed to use all of it by accelerating with her acquired wings. These white, feathered wings are very strong and surprisingly useful.
She tried once more to make sense of her feelings. Who is she, and what place does she intend to take in this world? No, that is a stupid question; she is an outsider here. Humans, non-humans — they will not understand, they are all enemies, for they are overflowing with evil. And evil must be destroyed.
She did not remember what her name was before. But now her name will be Ariel.

***

Ariel flew in a semi-conscious haze for many days. It seemed she encountered some checkpoints, patrols... But none of that mattered when you can climb so high that you cannot even be seen. Rage seethed in her blood almost all the time, especially at the sight of other people, but common sense forced her to avoid armed soldiers. Although a lone traveler straying into these lands faced danger from the skies.
Obtaining food was more difficult. The pennies Ariel received from robberies still had to be spent somewhere, which became a sheer torment. She could not stand the way people looked at her, marveling at her unusual wings and rather unkempt appearance. Perhaps also at her beautiful face — something of the Teiosian remained in that regard, although this face had lost something elusive. Something that made people around not just admire the owner of the face, but in the most literal sense lose their minds at the sight of it.
However, over time, there were fewer and fewer people around, and obtaining sustenance became harder. Ariel found some rats and other small creatures, but even this became a difficult task. And the surrounding forest, while not appearing to have changed much, became somehow anxious, oppressive. In one place, the exhausted ex-Teiosian wanted to lie down under a tree and rest, but some caustic drops began to fall on her from the branches, leaving terrible burns on her wings, so she barely managed to get away. Obviously, even the local flora was ceasing to be friendly, not to mention that the animals around were also quite problematic.
Finally, Ariel reached some settlement, but the locals showed no friendliness and immediately rushed with bows to "greet" the appearing curiosity. So she had to fly away as quickly as possible, again. A few kilometers away, some wooden cult structure was found; it seemed empty, and Ariel decided to hide inside and wait it out. However, as it soon became clear, someone was inside after all...

***

A person who has lived in the Dark Lands for years cannot be so easily knocked off their feet, even if you are a strange creature with wings. Although it was a good attempt, given the circumstances. A second attack did not happen at all: the Calevrite quite deftly knocked the "toothpick" the opponent was armed with out of her hands. Ariel wanted to continue with her fists, but her gaze met the gaze of the opposing Knight — and she noticed that she had never seen such calm eyes. There was no fear, surprise, or disgust in the man's face, which she had grown accustomed to, so all her rage instantly vanished, as if it had never been there at all.
The Knight tossed aside the rusty sword Ariel had been using and introduced himself.
-- Hello, I am Ludovig Lionheart. What did I do to deserve your attack?
The woman remained silent, and so the Calevrite also remained silent for a while.
-- Who are you? M... You are clearly of flesh and blood, like me, so you must need help. There will be no services today, and my brothers are procuring food for us. Stay and rest, and I will try to heal your wounds and remove that frightened expression from your face. I possess healing magic and we had a staff somewhere, I will find it now.
While Lionheart stepped away into some small room and rummaged through it, Ariel decided that she needed to slowly get out of here, but, barely standing up, she lost consciousness.

***

It seemed this was a white streak. Ludovig treated Ariel as a human and even more. It seemed he considered her... an Angel. This was not Ariel's fault; she constantly tried to convince Lionheart otherwise. However, she was not particularly convincing even to herself. What arguments did she have, only faintly remembered dialogues of the Enclavists? And perhaps Ludovig was right in some way? No, it is unlikely to be about an angelic essence, but could this be perceived as a rebirth, a kind of second chance given to her? Lustful Teiosians were the worst of the non-humans, but now she feels completely different. There is, however, another problem — rage. This feeling seethes in her almost all the time, even now, although it gets better when the Knight is nearby.
Lionheart told her much. Primarily — about their mission here in the Dark Lands. Most Calevrites now believed that their country was going through difficult times and that all their strength should be concentrated on survival and preserving their faith, but twenty years ago Ludovig and his like-minded companions chose a different mission for themselves; they decided to go into the Dark Lands and give hope to those who needed it so much. It was terribly hard, and often they were opposed not only by the Dark Lands themselves, but among humans, the Calevrites often found no understanding. Many had become so hardened that they had practically lost the remnants of civilization. Of the entire group of Calevrites, no more than a quarter had survived to the present time, but the remaining ones had been tempered into veterans who could handle almost anything. And they were all priests, so they tried to stop periodically near populated areas, build a temporary wooden church, and serve mass.
During their journey, they saw much. And here in the Dark Lands, there were still rays of light. Many people were interested only in survival and satisfying their needs, but there were also dreamers. They passed fairy tales and legends to one another, spoke of better times, and hoped that such times would come for them too. One legend was special — the legend of a hero, the Red Fury, who once, when the Dark Lands were much smaller than they are now, saved many people and gave people hope for a time. Even now, some believe that the Red Fury comes to the rescue in a moment of extreme danger. Although if anyone knew, Ludovig certainly knew that the last legend definitely had no basis in fact.
The Calevrite diligently recorded everything. The legends, among which there were more details and useful information than one might expect. And the dangers of the Dark Lands, everything they encountered, and how to fight it. Both books were quite hefty. There was also something else — artifacts. Some of them possibly belonged to the Red Fury, if the rumors are true. For example, a wonderful sword whose bluish glow so calmed the nerves in the Dark Lands... And, no less importantly, dispelled the darkness ahead. In the end, the kind Lionheart gave all this to Ariel, his new friend and student, although a much more valuable gift was the amulet that Ludovig always prayed over.
The Calevrite's companions viewed this friendship very negatively. They claimed it was perfectly obvious they were dealing with another non-human, and one should have nothing to do with such a thing. Telling a non-human about the Calevrite faith, sharing one's innermost knowledge and skills — was like casting pearls before swine, or worse — initiating an enemy into one's secrets. And yet they did not dare expel the wanderer against Ludovig's will, who had long since become a common mentor and leader for them all.
This page of history ended with the arrival of armed locals at the church doors. Dissatisfaction had been brewing among them for a long time; the Calevrites often tried to help, but instead, rumors spread that they brought bad luck, that the gods turned away from people, unable to tolerate the Calevrite church nearby, in which words about the falsehood of all these gods were repeated every day. Ludovig decided it was time for them to leave, since they were not welcome here. This had happened before — in some places the Knights did not leave voluntarily but were expelled in a similar manner, but Lionheart somehow managed to avoid bloodshed. Those he could, he calmed; those he could not, he disarmed with a firm, experienced hand, and without the main instigators, the crowd more or less quieted down. But this time he could not restrain the seething rage of one person: unfortunately, at the critical moment, Ariel rushed into battle and created a real massacre. The Calevrites were drawn into the fight and casualties were unavoidable, and the worst part for them was that people died right in the Temple. After everything ended, Lionheart literally begged Ariel on his knees to leave. He later, of course, regretted driving her away, but she regretted even more that she could not restrain herself. For all her known life, she has been guided either by fear or rage, and how terrible it was to lose the only person who understood her because of another mistake! Oh, she will never forget the look with which Ludovig looked at her that day... It seems that one "rebirth" will not be enough here.

***

Ariel rushed wherever her eyes led and tried not to think about everything that had happened, but she began to attack people more and more frequently and without reason. However, after relatively prosperous living in the Calevrite church, her physical condition worsened. It helped when she left the Dark Lands; in relative safety, she was able to recover a bit.
After a series of murders committed in the vicinity of Veldaran, the local guard began to search for her, so Ariel took a risk and went to the Dark Lands once more — to wait out the storm. She saw some small house — its door was broken and everything inside was overturned, so the house seemed abandoned and could serve as a shelter. The ex-Teiosian decided so. Later, a detachment of the Order of the Border passed by and seized the uninvited guest inside, easily recognizing her as a dangerous criminal.

Characteristics:
Strength -- 30
Constitution -- 28
Agility -- 0
Perception -- 0
Speed -- 34
Intelligence -- 0
Will -- 10
Wisdom -- 9
Charisma -- 0

Origin and Race:
Teiosian:
Passive Submission — a male character must pass a will check, otherwise he will be forced to obey. Men deal half as much damage to Teiosians, receiving twice as much from them.
Character has the ability to fly and receives +10 to movement speed and +40% to evasion. Immunity to fire element.
Enclave:
- all Teiosian skills (except those related to flight)
+ attack during movement, not at the end
+ 1 evasion per unit of speed
+ hunter skill cost is halved

Skills:


(2)


(3)


(B, C, E)


(1)

Stats and skills are preliminary, I might change them later.

Inventory:
- Fury's two-handed sword, worn but clearly of high quality, preserving the owner's sanity in the Dark Lands and a source of light
- Calevrite amulet, granting its owner wisdom (though for some this is clearly not enough)
- light Knight armor, also a gift from Ludovig
- book "Legends of the Dark Lands: Red Fury"
- book describing some dangers of the Dark Lands
- some (dis)honestly earned money

P.S. Well, if there's anything not lore-accurate, I'll fix it. Hope everything is okay.