Halo a name given to her by an Old Paladin of Torm.
She was found at sea. A small floating package, plucked from death by a paladin, who's constitution had failed him on the rough voyage.
He saw the baby as a sign, and took her under his protection for the remainder of the voyage .He gave her the name Halo, though his reasons for this are unknown.
He believe the child to chosen by Torm, that the god himself had chosen that she remain on this plane. He felt so strongly of this, that when the dwarven captain decided she should be left to the sea, he plunged into the ocean, and swam through the raging storm to save the child.
As he was pulled from the sea himself with the child in hand, he noticed a strange thing, The child was not afraid. She lay peaceful in the storm. Takeing the child below deck, he wrapped her in his bed roll, and placed her close to the fire.
The boat arrived 4 days later in Baldur’s gate. The paladin took the child to the local church of Torm, with plan's to give her over to the clerics and monks who preside there. Arriving at the temple, he took over an hour to get through the door. As one of the monk’s approached him, asking If he required aid, he looked deep into the babies eyes, and with a firm “No” he left clutching the child close to his chest.
He decided he would raise the child as his own, teach her the ways of Torm, so that maybe he could better understand the fated way in which they met.
Many years passed as the two of them adventured the lands of the sword coast. He saw how she had a talent for divine manipulation, he decided he would teach her how to channel these arts and command a greater knowledge of the powers of the god‘s. He did not predict how fast she could take to the arts. For one so young her power over the divine arts seemed to come far to easy. Soon her power surpassed his, it seemed limitless.
This brought a scene of worry into his heart. It had taken years of prayer and devotion for him to master the small command he had. Yet she was less than half his age and she had already doubled his powers. He began to teach her to handle a sword, and to instruct her in the way’s of Honour, duty and morality, that comes with being a paladin.
Many more years passed and her power grew still, she was able with a sword, but had found her weapon of choice to be a spear. He was shocked to see how capable she had become. Her battle abilities had now surpassed his also. This deepend the concern in his heart, for he still felt she had much to learn about discipline and the control of her power.
Now as he approaches the age of an old man, her youth strikes through. She becomes impulsive, hard to control. Her powers have made her arrogant, and hot headed.
When passing through the farm land’s he was stopped by the local farmer, who requested his aid. A group of bandits had set up a cave in the local field and were looting his land, stealing his crops, animals and possession. Halo, cocky and overconfident in her abilities charged into the cap without a second thought.
She see’s a lone guard posted near the camp, charged in headstrong impaling him on her spear, as the bandit cries out in pain, the camp springs to life, she is soon surrounded by more than 20 bandit‘s , more and more pored out of the cave, she is well over matched. The bandits laughing as the draw there blades, her hands begin to shake, She freezes as a bandit lunges at her, suddenly a great sword is swung in front of her striking the bandit, nearly cleaving him in two.
“How many time’s must I tell you!, use your mind before you spill blood Halo”
He turns around as a bandit steps closer, he points his blade at the bandit.
“Back up lad, Yer to young to be dead!”
The bandit’s attack, he cuts through them like Wind through the grass, more and more fall, Halo goes to work, covering her mentor’s back.
A loud roar is herd from the cave as a Minotaur charges through. It horn’s sharpened, sparkling as they catch the sunlight, It run’s Halo down like a blade of grass.
She crashes into a heap on the floor, her spear broken. Her blood stains the grass
“Halo! Noooo!!!
Enraged he charges the minotaur, His sword clashes with its Axe, Spark fly like fairies in the wind,
With a quick dodge he manages to throw the minotaur, to the ground, giving him the valuable seconds he needs to call upon the divine might of Torm.
“Your Time is done beast!”
His sword glow’s with the grace of his deity, The Minotaur enraged charges him axe ready, and almighty clash can be heard, the sounds of shattered metal, followed by an almighty roar can be heard across the farmlands.
The beast and the paladin, stand silent for a moment, there back’s facing one another, His sword, is scattered across the ground, He turns and stares into the bulls blood red eyes, steam pumping from its nostrils it looks down at the hilt of its axe the rest, shattered into dust, A horn missing from its now blood soaked head, It raises its arms to the sky giving an almighty roar. The Paladin stumbles to the side grasping his chest, he looks down at the protruding horn, and falls to his knees coughing blood that splatters on the ground.
The Minotaur, walks over, snatching the hilt of his broken sword, raising what’s left of his shattered blade high above its head.
The paladin coughs more blood before looking up into the minotaur’s eye’s. The sun gleams of the shattered blade. The minotaur releases another almighty roar, Summoning what power he can muster, he directs The remainder of his life force to halo. The minotaur brings the blade down with an almighty swing. The paladins body falls to the ground, motionless.