Damson Rhee

They had waited a very long time before a birth was finally heralded, the kingdom rejoiced and the neighboring lands and peoples came to welcome her to their world. She was a a beautiful child, of red hair and brilliant blue eyes that changed from the color of the sky to the color of the seas. The lands prospered under the Royals rule, they were very much loved by their people. To the north of Aria was the land of the Elves, ruled by Roland Legolas Roland, the immortal Elfin ruler of Are' Arda. It was a majikal kingdom, and those of Aria were allianced to the Elvin ones.
To the west of Aria lay the lands of Darklin. Evil dwelled there in many guises, and it was the combined forces of Shadowen and Orcs who marched on the peaceful land of the Elves. In turmoil for many years, the forces of light and dark battling one another for control, humankind was caught in the middle. One day, while sleeping, a Shadowen found the royal apartment hidden deep in the castle of Aria. The King and Queen were murdered. The child Rhee, always awakening early, had gone off to seek a sweet to break her fast which had saved her life. It was a sad day when her parents were placed in the family crypt, and the King of Are' Arda took her away to be protected and brought up amongst his Elves until she was old enough to rule in her parents stead.
Balance finally restored, Rhee grew into a beautiful woman. A kind and gentle soul combined with courage, and passion, she stood 5'7 with rich auburn hair. Her beauty sparked many a man's interest, yet she stood firm, she knew there was more to life than marraige and babies. The pull of adventure and a curious spirit fed her need to discover the world around her. Still a maiden at the age of 21, she would stay that way and enjoy some freedom before she took her rightful place on the throne of Aria.
The world of majik was a mystery to her still, but she learned it was needed to give back the fabric of man's existence in the mortal world. She learned the elfin language and customs. She thrived yet grew bored with the life of a spoiled maiden of royalty. After much pleading with the Elfin Ruler, she was allowed to train with weapons. She was a natural it seemed, an expert archer, quick and accurate with daggers, and when weilding her sword, even her trainers were impressed. But then, Rhee had a purpose, and it was with that in mind that her determination grew. She had sworn the day her parents were entombed to fight against the darkness until her last breath. She became a Ranger. One of the best. She had been a child of hidden, and now, forgotten lives, but she would never forget. She would have her vengeance. She took up her sword, she would wield it according to the dictates of her heart. She had learned that only through the sword could truth be revealed, and only through truth would the darkness be overcome.
She left the Elvin Ruler's holdings then and struck out on her own, only mingling with other Rangers and the animals of the forest. She took with her the white elven steed Raindancer, and the sword of Shannara that Roland gave her, its jeweled hilt held sapphires the color of her eyes, the light that surrounded it when she called on its majik would place her within a sphere of safety that would hold any strikes at bay for a short time, tho each strike against it will weaken its protection. Rhee was human though, and many times she fought without the element of majik, using her father's sword. Roland also gave her the pendant she wore about her neck, shaped like a dragon with a blue topaz for it's eye, the only thing he revealed to her was when she was most in need, it's ability would be revealed. She took the gifts with gratitude, promising to come and visit often. Roland's last words to her were, 'remember your true duty lies in Aria, Rhee.'

And so her travels took her to the realm of Beware, a message reaching her from Shaanan Steel to join him and the Rangers in that land. A new chapter in her life begins, join her, as friend, or enemy, either way, she will be unforgettable.................. "Often the test of courage is not to die but to live." ~Vittorio Alferi