Name: Lydia Gerig
Place of Birth/Raising: Amador, Amadicia
Physical Description: Lydia is of fairly common stock; she has brown hair and eyes, and slightly tanned skin. She has no particurally distinguishing features – just your common Amadician peasant girl, really. She stands 5’5″ and weighs 115 lbs.
Lydia was born and raised in the shadow of the Fortress of Light. Her father was a Child of the Light that died in the skirmish when she was very young, and her mother, Lemara, a washerwoman. She has no other siblings, and her mother never remarried.
Growing up, her mother used to tell her tales of her father’s heroic deeds serving with the Children, and was proud that so many of the unmarried officers made use of her when they needed their garments washed. She instilled a proper reverence of both the Children and the Light in Lydia as she grew up…. though couldn’t instill a love of washing the clothing with her dear old mother. Of her father, she only had faint memories of a proud, tall man clad in the brightest white smiling down at her; he was always so handsome and brave looking in her memories.
She had made a decision early on in her life (between grimacing at dirty smallclothes brought in to be cleaned) that she would follow in her father’s footsteps and serve proudly in the Light. Her mother would laugh derisively at this – why would the Children want a scrawny girl-child amongst their proud soldiers? Better to stick to scrubbing uniforms, Lemara would remark derisively. But Lydia was undismayed by her mother’s dismissive attitude – once she reached her 18th nameday, she steeled herself and approached the Fortress; perhaps there was room for another who wanted to serve and fight for the Light.