She was captured at the age of nine-no, not captured. Inducted. They adopted her almost immediately, not questioning why she refused to talk. They saw the blaze in her eyes, the saw the burn of vengeance in her heart. They saw it, and they ran with it.
They soon realized that her refusal to talk would be a problem. A very, very big problem. They trained her, she was a model student in both physical and academic areas. But following, on the other hand, was something she refused to do. She never ducked her head down like she was supposed to, she always seemed to have her arms crossed.
One of her officers, angered by this rebellious attitude, beat her arms to the point that her right one was useless. She could no longer feel it, the area below her shoulder was useless and barren.
A week later, she showed up to assembly with a new arm, fully functional, and made of metal.
The next morning, that same officer was found in his bed, whip lashes with burns surrounding them all over his body. He was pronounced dead.
She was promoted.
She was given a new name, Lady Solstice.
At that moment, she lost all feeling in her heart, and an ice surrounded her soul, cold and gripping.
Fitting, isn't it?