Aveline the Wanderer

Aveline the Wanderer

My given name is Aveline. It was given to me by my absent father who wished his daughter to be small-and bird-like in appearance but strong and passionate in demeanor. My mother always told me that I was destined for great things, and that my name was only the beginning of the signs that will lead me to my glorious fate.
The weight of my future has always weighed heavily on my shoulders, especially because it seems not to fit with the person I am. I have never been strong, and I am far from the smartest. My failings have caused an inner turmoil in my life and so I look to others to find some fulfillment. With my looks I tend to draw a crowd. I am short (Standing 4 feet 4 inches) and round with skin as dark as the churned fields when it rains. My hair hangs in tight, black coils that are in a perpetual state of disarray. When I meet with drunken men at the Tavern, they laugh in delighted skepticism at my name and the story behind it. They say I am a baby bird who hasn't quite gotten her wings yet. Most likely not what my father had in mind.
I am known as a wanderer because I can never stay in one place for long. The death of my mother reaffirmed this, but even as a child I was never in the same place for very long. My mother always said that my strength of mind was failing, and that focus was a key piece in my destiny. However, the low bed in my room, the wicker chair in the front room, and the tree in the backyard were never enough to captivate my wanderlust. These days, I roam around town searching for something that I cannot quite name. My wandering nature makes it hard for me to form alliances, but when I do have the opportunity to do that, I cherish them as if they were the oldest and most precious antiques.
While studies have never held my attention, I have an interest in magic as a strategy of battle. The way in which Mages can cast has enthralled me in ways that nothing else ever could. I hope to one day study under a mage and grow in my knowledge of spells. If I cannot fight with a sword, then perhaps I can master magic.
I don't know if Ill ever live up to my foretold destiny, but I want to make my parents proud of me. I know I've been a disappointment thus far, but I will give them something to be proud of. And like they say, when the world needs me most, I will be there and ready to fight for it.