She was found in the mountains on the road leading to a secluded monastery, fast asleep with her head resting on the chest of a dead man the monks correctly assumed to be her father. Old enough to walk and talk a little, Felisa could only tell them her name and that the man was "Daddy." The Headmaster, a grey-haired woman named Valaria who had the aura of a lion, needed only one look at the girl's appearance and her different colored eyes to realize what she was. Valaria deduced the man had somehow found his child and was attempting to take care of her. Judging by the arrow wounds on his body, it was likely that locals found out what the girl was and wanted them gone.
Valaria decided to raise the girl and train her as a student of the monastery. Felisa was competent in her training but never seemed dedicated to it. She never kept her hair short, hardly ever spoke, seemed to wither under criticism, and no matter how used to everyone she became she never stopped acting like a skittish stray cat. Despite being horribly shy, she was generally friendly and lacked prejudice. In fact her zen-like contentment became something the other teachers would praise. Not wanting to encourage the girl to go out into the world like most monks eventually do, Valaria had Felisa trained as a temple guard, hoping to keep the girl close to home.
But she grew older and her heritage started to come out, as Valaria always knew it would. One day Felisa came to her private chambers to talk about the overwhelming sense of unease she felt and how there was something out there for her. Valaria explained what Felisa was and where that call was coming from. Felisa was horrified. Over the next few days her restlessness continued, despite not wanting any part of the thing that called to her.
Felisa had a mother out there, waiting for her. But she'd also had a father. Another heritage began to come out, one that was filled with light. The man had been a Sorcerer, one who's power was fueled by a bloodline from the heavens. Felisa felt other powers lurking inside her, ones that she wanted to realize. For the first time in her life she realized she had a connection someone she didn't remember who had obviously cared enough to die for her.
Still overcome with restlessness, perceiving the possibility of danger to her adopted family if her mother ever came looking for her, and wanting to learn something the monks could never teach her, she left. Felisa walked away with clothes and a traveling bag and some money given to her by Valaria, who stood at the gates and watched the young woman walk away. Valaria thought of all her students as children, and many left. But most all would come back someday. Valaria didn't expect to see this daughter of her's ever again.
Currently Felisa has fallen into a gig as a guard for hire rather by accident when a merchant saw her case down and beat up a pickpocket that had snatched her coin-purse. She had been doing odd jobs here and there for food and for permission to sleep in haylofts and such. Being a guard for travelers has come to suit her quite well as she's grown fond of traveling. She wears simple traveler's clothes and keeps her hands in long sleeves to hide her sharp fingernails and wears a brown, wide-brimmed farmer's hat kept low to prevent people from casually noticing her different colored eyes.
