Origins

Amanda was born to the Lorien family of Lesalia’s lower nobility, a line once respected for their service as scholars and record-keepers of the Church of Glabados. From an early age she was steeped in the language of stars and scripture, learning to read constellations not as idle beauty but as maps of fate. Unlike her peers, Amanda was not content to interpret — she longed to test, to shape. This hunger for agency marked her as restless in halls that prized obedience.

The Flight from the Cloisters

Her disillusionment came swiftly when she saw prophecies twisted to justify war. In secret, she studied foreign martial scrolls smuggled into Lesalia by traders — techniques from lands across the eastern seas, where warriors moved as shadows and blades were as whispers. The tension between star-gazing scholar and steel-hungry dreamer pulled her in two until the night she fled the cloisters, leaving behind her family’s name for the freedom of a mercenary’s path.

The Squire in Ramza’s Company

When Ramza Beoulve’s ragged company passed through Gariland, Amanda bound herself to them not as mage or prophet, but as something humbler — a squire. To outward eyes, she was just another recruit with little more than grit to offer. Yet Ramza noticed her diligence: the way she trained twice as long with practice blades, how her footwork always seemed a beat ahead of her sparring partners, how she was quiet but never hesitant. Her fellows saw only loyalty and calm. Ramza, though, suspected there was more: a flicker of precision in her strikes that felt too calculated, too inevitable, as if her sword knew the path before her opponent did.

The Hidden Discipline

Amanda keeps her true ambition veiled. By day, she bears the shield and short blade of a squire, attending Ramza’s commands with discipline. By night, she studies the arcane footwork of shadow arts — how to vanish from sight between torchlight, how to strike where armor parts at its weakest, how to throw a blade that lands as true as prophecy. In stolen hours she practices kata meant for assassins, moving through moonlit courtyards with the silence of falling ash. She tells no one, for the company is bound by trust, and trust is a fragile blade. But her journals — written in the margins of old star charts she still carries — speak of one destiny only: the path of the Ninja, where foresight and death entwine.

Foreshadowed Destiny

Though Amanda is but a squire under Ramza’s banner, her story is not one of humble servitude. It is the seed of something sharper, darker, and inevitable. Every battle under Ramza hones her, every fallen comrade steels her resolve, every whisper of corruption in Ivalice deepens her conviction that the world requires shadows as much as light. Whether she remains at Ramza’s side or slips away into the underworld of assassins, history will remember her not as “Amanda the Squire,” but as the Starfallen Shadow, a woman who married prophecy to silence and turned destiny into a blade.

The Bowstring’s Song

Her diligence carried her swiftly to the archer’s discipline. In Dorter’s smoke-choked streets she proved herself, loosing arrows into rogues who preyed upon the weak. In the Zeklaus Desert, her bowstring sang across the shifting dunes, each shaft finding its mark as if drawn by the stars she once charted.

By the time she reached the third mastery of the bow, Amanda had earned renown within Ramza’s company. Companions whispered of her uncanny intuition, and though she spoke little, her presence on the field carried weight. She was no longer merely a recruit — she was becoming a name.

The Thief’s First Steps

Yet Amanda was restless. For all the elegance of the bow, she saw in it only a step, not an ending. In the days leading to the rescue of the Marquis at Zeklaus, she set down her bow and embraced the thief’s path. With dagger and nimble hand she sought not only to wound but to unmake — to strip foes of weapon, armor, and certainty itself.

Though newly begun, her movements already bore the mark of her scholar’s mind: each strike calculated, each theft deliberate. By the time the company carried the Marquis to safety, Amanda was already weaving the thief’s art into the fabric of battle.

The Return to Eagrose

Now, as Ramza’s company escorts the Marquis back to Eagrose Castle, Amanda walks with her journals tucked at her side — pages where old star charts mingle with notes on stolen arts and sketches of eastern forms. She has tasted both the bow’s song and the thief’s shadow, but she records only one destiny for herself: to master the path of the Ninja, where foresight and silence entwine into one.

The Knight’s Resolve

Now, departing Eagrose Castle with the Marquis safely delivered, Amanda pursues a new trial: the path of the Knight. Though it lacks the elegance of the bow or the subtlety of the thief, Amanda knows the Ninja’s arts demand more than speed — they demand endurance, strength, and discipline of steel. To master shadow, one must first know the weight of armor and the burden of shield.

Thus she dons the knight’s mantle not as a final destination, but as a crucible. Every stroke of the longsword tempers her resolve, every clash of steel teaches her patience, every step in heavy plate deepens her endurance. She studies not for glory, but for necessity — each skill another rung upon the ladder that climbs toward the hidden arts she truly seeks.

The Road to Brigands’ Den

With Ramza’s company she now marches toward the Brigands’ Den, her journals heavy with notes that blend star-charts, thieves’ tricks, and sketches of knightly stances. Her comrades may see only another young knight-in-training, but Amanda knows each discipline is but a piece of the greater whole.

The day will come when she binds them together — scholar and thief, archer and knight — in pursuit of her true destiny: to walk the path of the Ninja, where foresight and silence entwine, and where fate itself can be turned into a blade.