Alishe

Alishe is a french blacksmith. She was commisioned by the Kind of France to create the Frostbane Shield, in order to aid combat in the caribbean.

Shortened (considerably shortened, who wants to hear the life of some blacksmith anyways?)
Born on the exact turn to the 18th century, Alishe was regarded with caution for her entire life. Her parents were both nobles, and she was raised elegantly, in a large palace and a personal tutor. Despite this, she never liked the path of a scholar or artist. She was more interested in war.

At the age of 16, she ran away from home after an argument with her parents. They never approved of her harsh lifestyle, and were constantly on her back about the way she ran her life. The most recent argument had ended in violence, her father drawing a cutlass from the wall as Alishe ran.

She ran for hours, finally reaching a blacksmith's shop, which she collapsed outside. 2 days later, she awoke on a stack of hay.

"ah, so you're awake." a tall bearded muscular man aproached her. She flinched away as he reached to help her up. "No need to be afraid lassie, im just tryin' ta help."

Now lets pause for a moment. Sorry alishe, yes, just stand still like that for a amoment while i talk to these mongrels. Okay. Good. Now, remember that this is all in french. Yes, good, now try to imagine this bearded man's accent in french. Mind-blowing, isnt it? Okay, carry on Alishe.

"O-okay...." Alishe stood, dusting hay and rabbit droppings off her beaten up gown. (huh? why is this chick in a gown, and whats with the rabbit droppings? are there even rabbits IN france???) "Who are you?" she asked.

"I.. am... your... father...." he said, a grin on his face. Little did he know, he looked a lot like her real father, so she ran screaming out of the house and fell asleep under another blacksmith's shop across the street.

TO BE CONTINUED....