Perra d'Char was a member of the army right from her youth. Raised in a rough home in the Isles of Citiro, the day she gained adulthood she left to join the army with her childhood friend, Donaar. Leader of a squadron of pirate-hunters, she served for four years, helping to unify the isles under one leader. In those years, she spent more and more time with Donaar, until eventually they fell in love. After her mandatory four years of service, they both left together to start a shop on one of the islands, taking time to raise their child, Rhogar.

"Rawr! I'm a warrior!" The scampering young dragonborn stabbed at Perra's legs with his wooden sword, then ducked away, shrieking with laughter as she tried to grab him.
"And just a year ago, he couldn't stand. They grow up so fast." Perra smiled as she felt the warm grasp of her husband's claw on her shoulder, watching their child 'fencing' with the barrels in the store. Her clawtips stroked the small fragment of her child's shell tied around her neck before she replied. "We both grew up faster, Donaar. He's perfect."

The touching scene was cut short as the door was shoved open rudely, the bell jangling with a harsh noise. Two men in armor, swords at their belts, stepped in, holding up a letter. "Peraa d'Char?"

"I don't go by that name anymore. Donaar, take Rhogar and check the stocks, will you?"
"But..."
"Go!" Her voice came out a touch sharper than she intended, but Donaar took the child to the back.

Perra traced a glossy black claw across the countertop of the shop, watching the soldiers patiently. They looked slightly awkward, but purpose gave them strength.
"What do you want? I've been out of the army for five years. I served my time."
One of the soldiers scratched his neck nervously.
"You can't say no, ma'am. The draft lists have been made. If you don't come with us, we have orders to bring you in by force."
"Damn you. I have a child now! I can't go out there and die for him!" A wisp of acrid smoke curled out from underneath her jaw, her fangs bared.
"Protect your child. Help protect everyone. If you're not at the draft hall tomorrow dawn, we'll come looking." The soldier who didn't talk tossed a letter on the floor and walked out the door, leaving Perra alone. She sighed heavily. Time to join the army... again. With a heavy heart, the mother went to bid her family goodbye.