Found in snow…

Lowborn and of foreign heritage, Vindicta was adopted by a minor noble house after having been found abandoned on the Temple steps as a babe. Raised with a sword in hand and taught to wage war for fortune she would never know and glory that would never truly belong to her, Vindicta quickly learned that if she wanted to be treated with dignity and respect she would have to fight tooth and claw for every last scrap of it. Though treated to a life of luxury, it was the battlefield where she found her calling; a place where one's birth mattered less than their mettle, and bonds of blood were formed that transcended class

It didn't matter that she was technically nobility, or that many of her comrades in arms were “Brume trash". Despite her upbringing, she felt more at home around those who lived on the streets than those raised with a silver spoon in their mouth... and so she found common cause with the lowborn, the gutter rats, and the undesirables that “plagued” her nation. Much to the chagrin the nobles who had taken her in, she found a second family on the streets. Dreams of an Ishgard separated not by class or birth but by virtue of purpose took root in her heart, and though she knew things would never change without a revolution, she did her best to embody that change personally.

… forged in flame.

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