Lol Diana biography

Diana 2 0 0 Warrior of the people of the Lunari, who lives in the vicinity of Mount Targon and proud of her inconsistent faith. Dressed in the overflow armor of the color of the winter night, it is embodied by the power of the lunar radiance. Diana absorbed the power of other entities that once went on the formidable peak of Targon - and since then she is no longer a entire human being.

Now the warrior is fighting, paving the way for her power and will. Diana was born at a time when her parents were saved from the storm on the homeless slopes of Mount Targon. They came there from the far regions, manifested by the dream of seeing the top that they knew only from the stories, and drawn by the hope of seeing a revelation. The travelers, exhausted by deprivation and fought by all the winds, stopped on the eastern slopes of the mountain.

There, in the ruthless light of the lunar radiance, and Diana was born, after which her mother gave up the spirit. The next morning, when the storm subsided and the sun rose, the hunters from the nearby Temple of Solari found a newborn child, swollen in a bearish skin and sleeping in the arms of a dead father. They brought the found to their temple, where the newborn appeared before the face of the sun and was called the name Diana.

A girl with sable hair was brought up in the spirit of Solari, a belief that prevailed in the lands around Mount Targon. Then Diana passed the rite of initiation to serve the sun in all its manifestations. She studied legends about the luminary and practiced daily along with Ra-Horah, the warriors-guardians of the people of Solari. The elders of Solari taught her that only the Sun is a true source of life, and the light of the moon, incorrect and barren, in its shadow, welcomes only creatures of darkness.

However, Diana began to find the lunar radiance of the enchanting and beautiful - much more attractive than the merciless sun with his gaze blinding. Every night, the girl slept and saw how she climbed the slopes, slipping from the chambers of the community to collect night flowers and admire the silver scales of a stream in the rays of the moon. Years went, and Diana felt more and more disagreement with the elders and their instructions.

She questioned all the reported, suspecting that the omissions were lurking at each lesson, that the teaching may deliberately emasculated the more old Diana became, the more loneliness was stronger in her: comrades in the children's games shunned a stinging and dubious girlfriend who always held onto the mansion. At night, when the rising moon was flooded with silver light in an unbearably distant mountain peak, Diana felt herself more and more.

The desire to climb along the mountain steeps to the top was tormented by inevitable itching, but the assimilated wisdom taught the fact that, as a punishment for such insolence, the mountain would take both life and something more worthy and brave decided to climb. Each new day only moved Diana from others and convinced her that the main purpose of her whole life remains unfulfilled.

She found the first key to unraveling the secret when she sweeping the floor in the library, serving his sentence for the next skirmish with the elder. A glue of light due to the shifted cabinet attracted Diana's attention. Taking a closer look, she discovered the half -old sheets of an ancient manuscript. Diana extracted them and studied them the same night, in the light of the moon - and as if she had read as if she opened a secret room in her soul.

Diana learned about the almost completely exterminated lunar tribe, which revered the moon as a source of life and the key to world balance. For a girl with sable hair, all this became a revelation. Glancing behind the wall of the temple lit by the moon, she saw a decrepit old woman in a bear skin, which was difficult to make a long path that she led to the top of the mountain.

Her steps were uncertain, and she had to rely on a carved willow staff so as not to fall. Noticing Diana, the old woman immediately began to ask for the help, explaining that she should reach the top of the mountain before the morning - that it seemed to Diana a completely overwhelming task. The desire to help the old woman and climb the mountain fought with the hardened Solari lessons.

The mountain submitted only to the chosen ones, and Diana did not notice the chosenness of his abstract. The woman again began to ask for help, and this time Diana discarded doubts. She climbed over the wall and led her companion uphill, holding her hand and not ceasing to be amazed, as a man at such an advanced age generally decided on such. In the next few hours, they climbed the slope, rising above the clouds, into the frosty height, where the moon and stars sparkled with diamond brilliance.

Despite the decrepitude, the woman did not stop, and even encouraged Diana when she stumbled or the air around became especially cold. The night darkness did not dissipate, and Diana lost her time. Only the stars circled over their heads in their round dance, only loomed before the eyes of the mountain. Stepping a trace on the trail, Diana and the old woman climbed up, and it seemed that only the pale glow of the moon protects them from the wrong step.

Finally, tired and exhausted to the limit, Diana fell to her knees, feeling that her body spent all her strength to the last drop.When she looked up, she saw - they are at the top. It seemed that it seemed impossible to do in just one night. At a mountain peak crowned with garlands of ghostly lights, wrapped in a veil of overflowing light, with a spirals of the brightest flowers, a flickering ghostly city rose, as if soaring in the air and built entirely from gold and silver.

She looked for her escorted, but she seemed to evaporate - only a raincoat from a bear skin, thrown over Diana’s shoulders, reminded of her existence. Looking in front of her, Diana saw a sign-a vow that there were answers to her questions, that she would find her path and that her life may become something much more than she could imagine. She was looking for this sign all her life, not knowing it herself, and the new energy spilled over her body, forcing to straighten up to her full height.

She took the first timid step in the direction of incredible vision, but with every second the determination in it is strong. The light poured a wave, and Diana screamed when he burst inside her, unit with some kind of grandiose inhuman force, incredibly ancient and powerful. The sensation was painful, but also joyful - either a moment, or an entire eternity in a revelation that has opened behind this trouble.

When the light finally faded, the girl was seized with a sense of loss - akin to flour, which she had never experienced before. Diana trudged away from the mountain, half -wound, not seeing the road, until she found herself in front of a crevice in the mountain - entrance to the cave, which she would not have noticed, if not for the game of shadows and moonlight.

Having shuddered in search of asylum, Diana hastened to hide in the cave. In the depths of the narrow crevice expanded, hiding inside the crumbling ruins, which before could be a temple or a spacious hall for meetings. The collapsing walls were decorated with faded frescoes with images of warriors in silver and gold armor, fighting back to the back against the boundless horde of ugly monsters, under the sky flowing on the battlefield of burning light.

In the center of the hall, a sickle -shaped blade sparkled, as well as an armor, which Diana did not have to see: a chain -off shirt twisted from silver rings, and an outlandish image of polished steel. Seeing her reflection in her shiny surface, Diana noticed that her sables have now become snow-white, and a rune shone on her forehead with a hot light. She recognized the same symbol that was skillfully engraved on the armor of the armor - and he was on the pages of the decayed manuscript from the library.

So for Diana there was a moment of truth: she could abandon this new fate or accept it. Diana came closer, and as soon as her fingers touched the cold steel, a picture of lives that she never lived flashed through her mind, memories of events in which she never participated, and the sensations that were unknown to her. Scraps of ancient stories soared in her head, carrying secret knowledge, which she managed to only vaguely tie, and the countless revelations of the future, which the whirlwind drove like a cloud of dust.

When the visions faded, Diana found herself dressed in silver armor, which was fit for her, as if made by her measure. Her mind was still glowing with newly acquired knowledge, but most of him, to her great regret, remained inaccessible, as if half a shaded picture. The girl was still Diana-but already by someone else, someone eternal. As if having received support from this new knowledge, Diana got out of the cave and headed for the Temple of Solari.

Now she knew that the elders were obliged to hear the opened to her. She was met by Leon, Master of Ra-Horah and the glorious of the soldiers of Solari at the temple gates. Diana was drawn to the elders of the temple, and as her story about the lunar on their faces, a allevering confusion was read on their faces. When it was finished, the elders immediately accused the girl of heresy, sacrilege and praise of false idols.

The punishment for such a vile atrocities provided for only one thing: death. Diana declared horror. How could the elders reject what was obviously true? How did they dare to close their eyes to the revelations that came off the very top of the Holy Mountain? In the soul of the girl, anger accumulated on their intentional ignorance, and sparkling circles of silver fire trembled in the air around her.

Having let out a scream in which rage was interfering with despair, Diana grabbed the sword and began to wrap them all around. With each blow, silver flashes of murderous light flashed brighter. More and more, Diana beat again and only again and only when her rage subsided, she saw what kind of massacre she made. The elders were dead. Leona lay back, and her armor smoked with a smoke, as if just extracted from the crucible.

Horbled by the deed, Diana fled away from the place of the battle, hiding in the wild gorges of Mount Targon, until the Solari had time to come to their senses from her fierce attack. Pursued by the warriors of Ra-Khrak, now Diana is trying to collect together scattered memories of the people of the lunari, lurking in the depths of her mind. Guided only by the half revelations and glimpses of ancient wisdom, Diana holds on only one truth - the knowledge that the lunar and Solari should not be at enmity and that fate is much more significant than the fate of a simple warrior for her.

Where the path will start it - so far it is unknown, but Diana will find it at all costs. Favorite character for 2 people of the same characters in other fandoms.