History
Bernadette was the fourth child and first daughter of Claude and Selma Seveth. Born in the proud household of knights, it was a matter of time before she was trained to be one.
Claude was a strict father; just, but strict. He treated all his children equally, even for Bernadette who was his first, and only, daughter. Female and male held no meaning in his eyes and age was but a number. Claude handed Bernadette a twin swords before she could talk, or walk, or think for that matter. Her first swords were woods, but it was no less heavy and painful than a steel one.
Growing up, most of her days were filled with formal lessons and sword training; sparing with her brothers, lectured by her teacher, beaten up by other students, got her revenge with her brothers’ help. It was monotonous, yet peaceful times on her life. Her mother, Selma, worried about her beloved daughter’s future, declared that Bernadette need to go out and learnt “womanly” chores at least once a week. Just in case knighthood wasn’t her calling; just in case Bernadette prefers to be housewife in the future. To her mother’s dismay though, Bernadette didn’t enjoy those times, not that she hated it either. It was needed, she understood, but what she enjoyed the most was when she’s training alone. No master, no brothers, only solitude and the sound of swords cutting wind.
Bernadette didn’t have too many friends in her childhood; she was too busy training to be able to bond with kids her age. Her passive nature also acted as an obstacle to already high hurdle. It never bothered her, to be honest. In Bernadette’s mind, as long as her brothers were there, friends weren’t needed. Alas, before long she realized how wrong she was. Separation wasn’t impossible. And it arrived faster than she ever thought it would be.
Three days before her tenth birthday, Ferdinand - her oldest brother - announced his enlistment in military. As he’d joining the north division; it would be impossible to come back before a few years passed. Bernadette was devastated; there might be big age gap between them, but Bernadette loved his big brother. He was the one who saved Bernadette from all the boring lessons and it was Ferdinand who convinced Bernadette that her lithe body was an advantage in battlefield. But all hopes weren’t lost; there’s still her other brothers and parents with her…right?
Two years later, her hopes were crushed with the arrival of a single letter: an official order from the King himself. Claude was to be made King’s Knight immediately, the letter stated. Though with heavy heart, Claude had no intention of rejecting such an honor. Following shortly, Paschal, Bernadette’s second oldest brother was enlisted in the military as Royal’s Knight. This time, it was too much for Bernadette. She did not cry, nor did she voiced any objection or dissatisfaction. She grieved with the only sensible way she knew: by locking herself in her room. It lasted weeks before her mother and brothers managed to convinced Bernadette to came out. Even then, she was gloomier than ever.
Quentin who couldn’t stand his baby sister sadness longer promised Bernadette one thing: that he’d always be there for her. No one at the time would ever guess that the one who would eventually broke that promise wasn’t Quentin, but Bernadette herself. Quentin kept it by joining strategy and tactic company in central division. That way, he would never be sent to battlefield and would be close enough to visit Bernadette whenever he wanted to. Bernadette was happy, of course, but she can’t deny it. They can’t be together forever. All of them, even little Jacques, would eventually have their own lives to live on.
With that in mind, Bernadette made a task for herself. To find friends, or at least people she could rely on so her brothers would no longer be burdened by her selfishness. It might sound simple, but for Bernadette, it was almost impossible. She didn’t know then that it’d take her almost ten years to find someone she could trust and rely on... But let’s save this story for another time.
While struggling to make friends, Bernadette went back to her monotonous activities day by day. Though now with less sparring partner, Bernadette never once skipped her practice. Unknown to anyone, she had her own plan when joining the military. And for her to achieve that plan, she knew she had to improve her skill as much as possible in shortest time imaginable. The following three years passed quite uneventfully; Ferdinand married his fiancée, while Paschal finally gave in to his father’s request and agreed to political engagement. Jacques who was once sickly, has grown into healthy and fine young man; and Quentin is always Quentin; he never changed.
-more to be added-
Claude was a strict father; just, but strict. He treated all his children equally, even for Bernadette who was his first, and only, daughter. Female and male held no meaning in his eyes and age was but a number. Claude handed Bernadette a twin swords before she could talk, or walk, or think for that matter. Her first swords were woods, but it was no less heavy and painful than a steel one.
Growing up, most of her days were filled with formal lessons and sword training; sparing with her brothers, lectured by her teacher, beaten up by other students, got her revenge with her brothers’ help. It was monotonous, yet peaceful times on her life. Her mother, Selma, worried about her beloved daughter’s future, declared that Bernadette need to go out and learnt “womanly” chores at least once a week. Just in case knighthood wasn’t her calling; just in case Bernadette prefers to be housewife in the future. To her mother’s dismay though, Bernadette didn’t enjoy those times, not that she hated it either. It was needed, she understood, but what she enjoyed the most was when she’s training alone. No master, no brothers, only solitude and the sound of swords cutting wind.
Bernadette didn’t have too many friends in her childhood; she was too busy training to be able to bond with kids her age. Her passive nature also acted as an obstacle to already high hurdle. It never bothered her, to be honest. In Bernadette’s mind, as long as her brothers were there, friends weren’t needed. Alas, before long she realized how wrong she was. Separation wasn’t impossible. And it arrived faster than she ever thought it would be.
Three days before her tenth birthday, Ferdinand - her oldest brother - announced his enlistment in military. As he’d joining the north division; it would be impossible to come back before a few years passed. Bernadette was devastated; there might be big age gap between them, but Bernadette loved his big brother. He was the one who saved Bernadette from all the boring lessons and it was Ferdinand who convinced Bernadette that her lithe body was an advantage in battlefield. But all hopes weren’t lost; there’s still her other brothers and parents with her…right?
Two years later, her hopes were crushed with the arrival of a single letter: an official order from the King himself. Claude was to be made King’s Knight immediately, the letter stated. Though with heavy heart, Claude had no intention of rejecting such an honor. Following shortly, Paschal, Bernadette’s second oldest brother was enlisted in the military as Royal’s Knight. This time, it was too much for Bernadette. She did not cry, nor did she voiced any objection or dissatisfaction. She grieved with the only sensible way she knew: by locking herself in her room. It lasted weeks before her mother and brothers managed to convinced Bernadette to came out. Even then, she was gloomier than ever.
Quentin who couldn’t stand his baby sister sadness longer promised Bernadette one thing: that he’d always be there for her. No one at the time would ever guess that the one who would eventually broke that promise wasn’t Quentin, but Bernadette herself. Quentin kept it by joining strategy and tactic company in central division. That way, he would never be sent to battlefield and would be close enough to visit Bernadette whenever he wanted to. Bernadette was happy, of course, but she can’t deny it. They can’t be together forever. All of them, even little Jacques, would eventually have their own lives to live on.
With that in mind, Bernadette made a task for herself. To find friends, or at least people she could rely on so her brothers would no longer be burdened by her selfishness. It might sound simple, but for Bernadette, it was almost impossible. She didn’t know then that it’d take her almost ten years to find someone she could trust and rely on... But let’s save this story for another time.
While struggling to make friends, Bernadette went back to her monotonous activities day by day. Though now with less sparring partner, Bernadette never once skipped her practice. Unknown to anyone, she had her own plan when joining the military. And for her to achieve that plan, she knew she had to improve her skill as much as possible in shortest time imaginable. The following three years passed quite uneventfully; Ferdinand married his fiancée, while Paschal finally gave in to his father’s request and agreed to political engagement. Jacques who was once sickly, has grown into healthy and fine young man; and Quentin is always Quentin; he never changed.
-more to be added-
Current story
According to some people, Bernadette – or Bern, as she prefers to be called – is one of the victims of their so-called traditions. If you asked her, however, she’d have to disagree. What had happened to her was inevitable; it was fate, it was no one’s fault and she isn’t a victim of any sort.
Countless soldiers died in battle every day, every second even; it was the only certain thing in these uncertain times of war. Perhaps it was – to borrow her words – inevitable that Bernadette soon became part of those fallen soldiers. To die without accomplishing much was her only regret; a regret which remedied soon after as she was greeted back to the land of living before anyone could mourn. She knew right then and there then that her new phase in life, so to speak, has begun.
-more to be added-
Countless soldiers died in battle every day, every second even; it was the only certain thing in these uncertain times of war. Perhaps it was – to borrow her words – inevitable that Bernadette soon became part of those fallen soldiers. To die without accomplishing much was her only regret; a regret which remedied soon after as she was greeted back to the land of living before anyone could mourn. She knew right then and there then that her new phase in life, so to speak, has begun.
-more to be added-
Likes:
Dislikes:
- Blood: It reminds her of living and life itself. By being in constant contact with blood, like before, she feels that she isn't that detached to life as she think she was.
- Battle: Battle is the reason she exists. Born and raised to fight and as a fighter she will go down.
Dislikes:
- Dull blades: From her point-of-view, even sticks are mightier than dull blades. That’s why she takes good care of her swords and constantly got it sharpened, polished, and repaired.
- War: Would this make her a hypocrite? She lives for battle and blood, but war…it’s different. War is where innocents lose their lives, war is when the peace of minds can never be had, war is where the strong wins and the weak remains in the dust. And ultimately, war is tiring.
- Genna’s nagging: She’ll take a bath when she wants to. She’ll change her clothes when she wants to (it’ll get torn again anyway). And a soldier shouldn’t even worry about grooming.