Leviathan

Leviathan was a normal girl, once. In a world where influence is everything, and those unfortunate enough to not be born into power from the start are typically the ones driven out of the Kingdom of Venelia. Leviathan was one of these unfortunate souls. With a mother who was a common housewife, and her father who worked as a blacksmith, she was set on a path to become a lower ranked civilian. Until the day where she lost everything. That day, when she was 8, her mother and father were poisoned. All evidence pointed to the King himself, King Exen. He had been wanting to get rid of the lower ranks for a while now, and those without some force of ability or species were driven away, or more commonly, killed. Leviathan was born without either of those things, being forced to pretend to blend in; to avoid being found out. Her father trained her to be strong, to fight well- and to never let anyone take advantage of her. She trained with weapons, bare hands, and even with just her teeth. She, now a young 19-year-old, lives on the streets with the other “Neverens.” The nickname commonly given to those without abilities. She pick-pockets, steals, and fights for her life every day. But she is very good at reading others, and presents herself as a Wielder of Protection. A “Guardon.” The perfect excuse. An ability that cannot be detected by the numerous Scouters, and one that is easy to fake due to her great ability of combat. She is very serious, stoic, sneaky, sly, cunning and has high trust issues towards others. She can fake emotions well, and hates the royals: The Verilon Family of Royal Blood. She has a soft spot for those close to her, like numerous animal friends she’s picked up on her journey, but doesn’t necessarily trust anyone other than that.