Since my Laptop is well and truly broken, I've decided to write a short chapter using a school computer and my tablet, enjoy.
She had a family once, she knew that much. But she could never really remember what her parents looked like, facial features became distorted and were often swapped between her mother and father, she was never really bothered by that. She never really knew which had the purple hair or brown eyes that she inherited from them and at the time she never really thought that such a thing would have mattered. She spent most of her time with her Grandpa, she could remember his face quite well, it was wrinkly with very prominent cheekbones, he was also very pale, his eyes were brown and his hair was white as snow with some strands of jet black hair still lingering, though they were more of the exception than the norm.
She was very grateful for her Grandpa, if he even was related to her, she only had his word for it, so he could easily be lying. He taught her how to wield a sword, where the weak points could be found in armour and the importance of training. He also taught her about Altea, the kingdom she lived in, explaining the royal family and houses of nobility to her as well as the importance of loyalty, he also taught her "to truly know a man you had to fight with him" and that "Even a man who has lost everything can still offer his life" these were lessons she took to and she held onto with great care, mostly because he beat those lessons into her, she would train and train for days, honing her body into a that of a warrior, even when it seemed to her like she was too tired to carry on. Grandpa was a knight back when he was young and said that "Your father was a soldier in his majesty's army, and your mother was a member of the militia." She never really knew what that meant but she was determined to find out when she was older, these were the days she never wanted to end.
Unfortunately, all good things come to an end, Grandpa eventually passed away in his sleep. Wasn't unusual for one who was old, at the age of 13 she had lost her family and was now homeless, she wandered around Altea, doing jobs for the people when eventually she stumbled upon "The Fighters of the Ram" some small company of sell swords that numbered about twenty two people, only ten of which were combatants, the rest were camp followers and clerks, she joined the band of mercenaries and with that she was trained to be a myrmidon, a swift dealer of death. A good thing about mercenaries was that if they thought more would volunteer to join then they would do anything the village elder asked, the first few jobs running caravan or herding cattle could be best described as boring, it was when the village was being attacked by bandits that she found her true calling, Battle, she took delight when she cut down bandits and her compatriots say something in her eyes, a spark of the bloodlust that had been quenched.
She spent a year with the Fighters of the Ram but eventually she left and went out on her own, when the War of Shadows happened she was in some hamlet called Vaidar, she initially remembered it because the Fighters of the Ram had stopped there once to help them fight off bandits, it was where she got her first taste of battle. She was friendly enough with the elder and he was nice, his son was nice as well, but not the sort of person she enjoyed the company of, he was weak and had never experienced battle and he was scared of her, possibly because of the "Hero of Vaidar Incident".
When the Dolhr army attacked the hamlet, Amelia was angry at everything, she was angry at the world for dealing her so much misfortune, she was angry at Dolhr for attacking, she was angry at Altea for not defending her village and most of all, she was angry at the villagers for surrendering without a fight.
To see the flag of another country fly became her least favourite thing, there was something so ... wrong about it. Even when the Altean army had liberated the hamlet, it didn't feel right, there were soldiers from other countries, flying their flags as well, it infuriated her to no end to see the flags of another country flying in her homeland.
When the war was over she was delighted, her homeland was safe and all he foreign troops were going to pull out, that was her expectation, but then she learned that her homeland was no longer independent, the foreign flags were still flying and there was no king it stoked a fire in her that she hadn't felt in years.
So I think I've altered cannon before and I don't think it was mentioned in cannon that Kris had been in a fight before and that it was just the result of training, but considering my swirling whirlwind of death, I decided that adding some combat experience would make sense, especially since I did give Amelia the "Orphan" background.
Also the "The Fighters of the Ram" and the village of Vaidar are all references to Mount and Blade Warband, with Vaidar being a village in the game and all the activities the mercenary band did was essentially what the village elder would have you do.