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[Note: This story takes inspiration by others similar, such as the works of hematoma, but all ideas here are original. My f-list, and the origin of the character of Eleanor, is here.

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You take one last look back at the village that you had lived in all of your life before turning away.

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You are Eleanor. You are a young, red-headed, half elf paladin. Your deep, green eyes sparkle with merriment or excitement, reflecting your positive personality. You are clad in the armour of a paladin of Lucretia, goddess of fertility, partial plate with a white and gold cape which is a little too big for you. Unfortunately you are missing the purple sash that fully fledged paladins wear across their chests, showing that you haven't finished your year-long pilgrimage. You stand at 5'4, and your body is curvy, thick hips and somewhat thick belly, showing that you didn't grow up in any great need. You have the sharp eyes of your elven father, and has pointy ears, though nowhere near as pronounced as a full-blooded elf, and are often hidden behind long, flowing ginger locks. Your skin is very white, contrasting with your red hair, and your cheeks are spotted with a few freckles. Eleanor's armour sparkles with the cleaness only achieved by an adventurer as green as the grass, and it is clear to you that your adventure has only just begun.

You know your mission. To become a full member of the faith, there was one more thing that you had to do, and it was your most daunting challenge yet. You have to embark on a year long pilgrimage, roaming the land to help the helpless and downtrodden, to venture out and punish evil-doers wherever they might be, and to hear the confessions of the common people and offer them salvation.

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