Editing Campaign:Enfolding Ice/Serenity Of Winter (section)

== Basics ==
*'''Campaign:''' [[Campaign:Enfolding Ice|EI]]
*'''Name:''' Serenity of Winter
*'''Concept:''' Deadly Ninja Chef
*'''Caste:''' Night
*'''Motivation:''' Find the perfect, ultimate ingredient to content the stomachs and hearts of all people in Creation, also [[Campaign:Enfolding_Ice/Serenity_Of_Winter/whatisthisidonteven|waffles]]
*'''XP Spent:'''615/626
*'''Intimacies:''' I FIGHT FOR MY FRIENDS, DAT SMILE, COOKAN

=== Backstory, totally re-wrote because the first one was shit and never came up at any point anyway ===
	Somewhere east of the mountain city of Gethamane, there lied a small, snow-trodden village, mostly unheard-of, the people more or less content with the disinterest of the larger cities' hoity-toity “officials” and incredulous “trade regulations.”  During one of the last few nights of the cold season, a young girl was born. Her name was Serenity of Winter, and in her childhood she was often regarded as the village rascal: often aloof, quick to excite, and mischievous whenever the situation deemed so. There was, in addition, often a black eye left by her on any of the other local children who saw fit to pick on anyone she liked.

	The early years were relatively-peaceful. Food was grown on the years when it actually felt like growing, and the rest of the time hunting game was not an uncommon practice. In her teen years, she was reputed as one of the village's top chefs, having a near-encyclopedic knowledge of the local herbs and spices, in addition to use of other dubious materials one might question as “edible.” More than anything, though, she was eager to join the hunts that left to gather food for the families, thanks to her restless nature, and she finally got this wish when she came of age.

	Her first trip out was...eventful. She had left with the rest of the group, carrying with her all of the usual supplies and provisions, as well as a couple of strange daggers ('Khatar', they were called? Whatever.) that one of the village's rare visitors had left behind many years ago. Said that “they would be helpful someday,” or something along those lines. Deep into the wooded mountainside, she had become separated from the rest of the group, who had gone ahead one morning without remembering to wake her. For a moment, she panicked, but then a grin spread across her face. What if she found her way back without them, even carrying a fresh kill back with her? Now that, THAT would be awesome. 

	She stumbled about in the cold for a while, before coming across a stray caribou, stopped for a moment to graze. She suddenly stopped, stone still. She hadn't been noticed, yet. Had she? The animal slowly began to turn its head curiously, greeted with nothing but a barely-contained “FU-” as Serenity ducked behind a nearby tree, glancing around at it as she instinctively gripped one of the daggers she had been gifted by the wanderer. Suddenly, as soon as it turned away, something came over her. She leapt at it, and everything seemed to slow down – or was she going fast? 

	The only thing the creature saw of its hunter was a glimmering, golden ring. And a lot of kicking and stabbing. 

	A proudly-strutting Serenity wandered back to the village, carrying a rather large animal carcass behind her. She was smack-dab in the middle of the hunting group she had left with before, who were all chattering back and forth contently, as if the girl were never there. She frowned. “Uh, hello? Guys?” She poked one of them in the back of the head, who suddenly shouted in surprise, flailing wildly. “WHO ARE YOU WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH-” He suddenly lost his balance, falling face-first into the snow as an eye-rolling Serenity sidestepped him. “Oh, you. When did you-” “...fifteen minutes ago?” “...Oh.”

	The night thereafter, Serenity was furiously packing her bags, frowning in concentration. Salt, pepper, ginger, magic mushrooms (note to self: Only for jerkasses), dried jerky, butter. Her father looked up, quirking an eyebrow. “Going somewhere?”

	“I think. Dunno, it's like someone's calling me but the phone won't quite pick up. I have to go answer it. It's something important. Ambitious, even. I'll be back soon, all right? Don't worry about me, I left a note with all your favorite recipes around. Somewhere. Love you, and stay safe! Whenever I get back, remind me to throw all the family holiday parties I missed for you.”

	“Wait, what the hell is a p-” 
	
	And like that, she was already headed out, seemingly-headed in the direction of the deep city of Gethamane. 



=== Appearance ===
An air of calm surrounds this slender, young woman, her azure blue eyes always intently focused on some element of her surroundings. Short, cropped black hair falls just above her eyes, and she is clad in a snug, white jacket made from various hides and meant to blend in with the snowy surroundings of the North. [[original character, do not steal]] plzkthx