The last of an empire, the sole survivor of her turbulent bloodline. The Brasa royal family was of their own way settled in the mountains of the Pyrénées-Orientales. As many with power tend to turn, it was known that they weren't the cleanest in the midst of keeping their throne and status. Lenora was just young and oblivious — until she wasn’t. There were innocents in her family, like her siblings and others, but the older generation was power-hungry and did horrible things to keep their power. Her entire family was murdered for a dastardly thing the elders did and she came home to blood and ruin. She often campaigned with her family’s guards despite how much it pissed her father off.

She nearly was murdered as well because she stumbled upon them killing off her parents, but she was the kid that wanted to be rough and tumble and war-ready; she was able to protect herself. It set things in motion; collecting those loyal to simply her, she abandoned her home and a throne she never truly wanted. In its stead, she systematically hunted down everyone’s faces she saw to avenge her family. While her mother and siblings were innocent in the mess, she knew her father was the reason. She still killed the one who murdered him, as was the principle. That had been her entire reason for moving, breathing, for so long she wandered into the Teekon Wilds with no idea what to do next. She suffered from a loss of purpose.