Kirsi pictures and backstory

Before she was injured:

The night was dark and cold around her, the pain blinding, her rage growing. She heard the movements of her attackers around her, their whispers.

‘Is he dead? What about her?’

‘Who cares about her.’

‘Well we need to check him, we have to be sure or there will be nothing in it for us.’

She had felt the life force drain from her husband and knew the answer to one of their questions. As the snow fell down around her, its coldness touching her skin, she imagined forcing it into her attackers, felling them with the ice that she now felt around her heart. As she lay in the cold, she felt something else in the air around her. It reminded her of working in the temple and feeling the healing magic around her but it was different, untamed, wild. In her growing rage she imagined pushing the snow out from her body like icicles that would pierce her unknown attackers. She felt the darkness grow around her and she fell to the ground in exhaustion but she couldn’t have imagined what was happening around her.

As she fell to the ground ice exploded outward striking the men as they had moved close to check the bodies. They fell to the ground, writhing in pain, some of them never to get up again; the rest fled in panic, clutching wounds from the icy daggers that had appeared from nowhere.

In the weeks and months that passed Kirsi slowly heal from the fiery wounds that had scorched her skin but she would never be whole again. Both the scars from the loss of her husband and the scars on her face would never fully heal. She continued to work in the temple, aiding the healers as she could but at night she began to roam the city, hoping to draw attention from those who might see her as an easy target. Then she could unleash the justice they deserved.