Reborn in blood

S'ath Wetae, born Seph Heart, learned from an early age that having a home would lead to nothing but heartache. Being the daughter of two nomadic merchants, traveling between fields, tents and marketplaces filled her childhood, never being able to anchor herself to any place. Or anyone. Always following her parents where the winds, or rather, the Gil took them with her tail in her hands like the lost kitten she was.After years on the road, the young Miqo'te now a teenager, found herself helping her mother and father sell trinkets and cloths at the various marketplaces around Koshu. It was quiet and simple life. Enough for the family to be happy.But life is more complex than that.While traveling from Bukyo to Shishu, the family were stopped by Imperial forces, flaunting their authority in the name of extreme ideology. She was separated from the only people she's ever been close to. The Heart family never to be whole ever again.She watched her father do everything in his power to protect her poor mother, only to realize that they were both fated to not make it out alive. Once the deed was done, the soldiers readied their swords in an attempt to reunite the family once again. She closed her eyes, hoping for a quick and painless end.However, much to the surprise of the Miqo'te, the sound of swords clashing rung out on the Hingashi country side accompanied by a symphony of screams. A feeling of warm liquid splashed across her body, staining her clothes a crimson red. She was fearing the worst for she did not know if the liquid was hers. Only once the sounds fell deaf did she dare open her eyes.On the road stood a lone man with a Katana drenched in blood. The oppressors didn't draw a single breath from that moment forward. He reached his hand out, hoping to comfort the young lady.The savior, named Takayuki Wetae, had just lost his daughter to the same gang of criminals in uniform only months earlier. Yet, in his darkest moment, he finally found a new light in Seph Heart. There stood two broken souls in search for a connection.Once the moment had settled, they walked down the road. Together, now father and daughter once more.In the years to come, the Miqo'te became known to the locals as S'ath Wetae. A courteous and well spoken young lady with a propensity to help anyone in need during the day. But once the sun fell, she took up the art of sword mastery, just like her adoptive father once did her age. Together, they would train in their country side home, hiding away from the searching eyes of the Imperial Army, training for a day that they both know will come.However, the day came sooner than expected. Now nineteen, S'ath was finally ready to do what she couldn't as a young child. The Wetae family took up arms as the Imperials marched up. Embers engulfing the life they had built together. Yet, the pair was ready for what to come, or so they thought.After a long and hard fought battle, the last remaining family S'ath had was struck down by an Imperial Officer while protecting his kin. In a final breath, the words spoken by her adoptive father still rings in her head to this day."Embrace your dreams. And, whatever happens. Protect your honor. Always..."And, with that, she ran. Because how could she have the strength to fight this battle alone when the man who taught her everything couldn't stand against the overwhelming power of the oppressive force that has haunted her dreams? With every step she took, she felt her morale dwindling. With every breath, she felt her humanity leave her. But she kept going. Until she reached Kugane.She was stripped of everything once again. The comfort she and her father had fought so hard for were taken the same instant the Imperial officer plunged his sword into the only protector she has ever had. While she felt like the scared little girl she was when she lost her family the first time, this time was different. For she was armed with her father's old sword and the skills to use it. So she swore from that day forward, she would honor the Wetae name. Sword attached to her hip, she took up arms as a mercenary. Miss Wetae would take any job. As long as the cause was just. So that one day she could avenge both families she lost.Not long after, murmurs started spreading across Hingashi of a masked individual striking down some of the most feared Imperial soldiers by the handfuls as if they were sheep sent to slaughter.And thus, The Butcher of Shishu was born.