My name is Chiselle (Pronounced Giselle) Ryder.

My life story is a mess but I'll try to keep it understandable...

I was born into a Noble Family in Rohan...There was my mother, father, 4 older brothers and my older sister and I. Plus all of the loyal men and woman who helped us. *Sigh* So all in all at a estimated guess... about 50 men and woman including my family and I.... Everything was perfect the days were long and the flowers bloomed.... I can almost smell the flowers! It was beautiful... Until the dreadful day the Orcs came.

The day started like any other. The smells of breakfast being prepared in the kitchen came floating up to the chambers where the family was slowly awakening. I was already up practicing my mounted combat skills before my mother came down to hassle me about lady like behavior... I do my best to avoid that annoying lecture. Anyway about a hour after lunch a messenger from the king arrived telling father that a large army of orcs were coming our way. My sister and mother went hysterical and my poor father, who was trying to calm my mother down and ready the troops, had grey hairs appearing before my very eyes...

It was all for nothing though. The castle was a big pile of rubble and dead bodies of men,woman and even children were every where... I don't understand how... But I was the only survivor. The very last Ryder...

((OOC note, maybe her mother and sister escaped? Or maybe a brother? ​In anycase this is from her point of view))