As a child, the girl didn't have a home, nor parents that she could remember. The majority of her 'childhood', if it could even be called that, was nothing more than a blur to her, only remembering the worst part of it. She was horribly ill with a disease that caused her to lose her arm, and making her beyond weak in the long run. After being alone for so long, fated to die by this illness, there was a glimmer of hope for the child. A man had taken her in, saving her life in the end, and teaching her how to live her life again, as if from scratch.

He had given her a name, and a fake arm that he taught her how to use for every day activites. Her life had started all over, as a girl named Sora, and he was the only family that she really had. He also taught her how to defend herself, making her into quite the little fighter, and well trained with a sword. Once she turned seventeen, the man had even given Sora her own sword, which he said had suited her perfectly. It was her most prized possession, the only real gift she had ever recieved, and she kept it with her at all times. Sora had strived to become the best she could at her training, wanting the man to be proud of her for her efforts, and of course to keep them safe from the outside world.

 

All good things must come to an end, however. All of the happiness in Sora's life had come to an end as the man was attacked by an assassin, in which she tried her best to defend him. For what though, she didn't know anymore. As soon as he had the chance, he had abandoned her, running away the moment he could. In that moment she realized that he never cared about her, and had only trained her as a personal body guard of his. Before she was really given a chance to be angry though, she still had the assassin before her. Being no match for him, she once again came face to face with death, her body brutally broken but not enough to kill her. Instead, he had left her laying there in agonizing pain, a flower pinned to her right eye. It was his way of giving her 'mercy', the blood from her eye soaking the white petals red as she laid there on death's door.

 

It should have been the end for her, but fate once again had something else in store for the girl. A mysterious healer whose name is unknown, found her once her life began to slip away from her body. Performing what was basically a miracle, the healer had binded her soul to the flower, removing the eye that was beneath it. There was no longer any pain coming from her right eye, the flower taking it's place completely. While her body should have been technically dead, she still has full control of it due to the flower in place of her eye. The flower feeds off her blood gradually, never withering.

 

All of the events in her life led the girl to never trust anyone, even abandoning the name that the man had given her. In fact, it was revenge that she wanted, for being used and abandoned. She wanted him to feel the same pain that she did, of almost being dead. She had decided she would do worse however, ending his life the moment she would find him. Even if it meant killing anyone who gets in her way of her goal, she isn't afraid to do it. The woman had become almost notorious for her slaughtering in some parts, which people thought was 'without reason', and she was quickly given a new name.

 

Flower.