||Little Mess, as her parents called her, was born in the rough hills of the Ironwoods, far from any large settlement. There she lived with her father, who trapped various animals for their skins and pelts, and her mother, who was a master of basket-weaving and construction of intricate beaded necklaces. Later, she would also have the company of a smaller brother named Pesta who would carry on his father's skills and trade for another generation.
When she was older, Messa ventured into the dark forests to pick mushrooms, roots, and berries. There she discovered an injured animal. A small fawn had broken its leg, and Little Mess instantly took it under her care. The deer quickly grew strong and powerful. Soon the Little mess was searching the highlands for all sorts of animals to befriend or help.
Her father, being a protective parent gave her an old tarnished metal breastplate (the size of which hinted it was for a child-king or a perhaps a near life size toy soldier). He hoped that armour would be encumbering enough to prevent her trips, but the little girl didn't seem to mind the armour a bit, and later found she could easily cast spells in it.
It was on one of these forays searching for wounded animals, that she ran across what must have been an ancient burial ground. There she met up with twenty 'wounded ' apparitions which had died in an ancient battle. The visions told her their story, which was a sad one indeed. They said that they were part of a noble clan of highlanders that met with a fierce force of Lugroki. They fought a great battle that day on the highland shelf, and each Lugroki met its horrible maker. Many of the great warriors, however, were wounded. No one within the party of warriors was a Healer. or Lay Healer. and thus twenty of the bravest men died from simple wounds. They told this to Little Mess because their spirits could only be freed from the mortal plane if they could a highlander, a warrior no less, to learn the teachings and skills of a Healer
Little Mess perceived plight and agreed. The apparitions drifted off into the outer realms.
Messa returned home that day with a goal in life, to become the best lay healer she could be. According to the ghosts plight, she also had to become a great warrior- something rare in highland women. With her two goals in front of her, she set out to learn the craft of magic and war.
Messa is a small woman only four feet nine inches and weighing no more than 100lbs. She has shoulder-length brown hair, which is straight and lifeless, and milky blue eyes. She are large birthmark under her right eye, which is shaped liked a swooping raven.
Messa wears a well-worn breastplate in times of conflict, with a flowing but faded, blue cape sporting a large cowl. She wears tight-fitting leather leggings and well soled boots that can withstand the highland terrain for months before needing repair. In battle, she also wears small circlets of unadorned Iron and bronze knee caps, so that she may quickly bend down to help the injured with out braising her legs, She always carries a bag of medicines and bandages on her shoulder.
144cm 45 kg