-The Begining-
Aria was born in just the wrong season, which set the rest of her life into spiral. From birth she was very weak, and very small. She was sick pretty much from her first week of life, and it never got any easier for her. When she turned about 8 months old, her mother and father were murdered during a crusade and she was left alone. It wasn't long before she became terribly ill and collapsed in one of the village alleys. A kind hearted old stallion found her and took her to the towns Cathedral, claiming sanctuary for the filly. The church was all too willing to give aid to the ailing foal. She was sent to the nunnary to be treated by the convents nurse. Within weeks she was well again, or as well as she COULD be, and explained her plight. The church took her on themselves, and raised her in the nunnary. Before long she began to build a deep relationship with a sister by the name of Angelique. But, as close as they were, Angelique hated her life in the convent. She'd been forced there by her parents, and longed for the outside world. She was really Aria's only friend, and like a mother to her, so it was heartbreaking the day Angelique was ex-communicated from the church, thanks to a trist she'd been caught in, with a stallion in town. Before she left, Angelique gave Aria her Rosary, as a goodbye present.
Aria never again made any bonds with the other sisters and lifed her constantly sick life, in solitude. Finally, the day came that she would be sworn in as a true Nun, and would make her vows to god...as she lay, quite near death again, with no comfort other than the stoic old nurse nag, she couldn't help but feel....utterly alone...in all ways.

Once well enough to make her vows, she stood in her ceremonial robes before the Mother Superior, preparing when...she stoped and rose. The others gasped and gazed at her in shock. "I'm sorry.....I cannot swear my life to someone whom I don't even know is there...." she replied. The other nuns twittered with this blasphamy and naturally, the ill mare was sent away, with no further purpose in this holy house.

She kept her robes, and still wears them dispite their growing age, simply out of loyalty to her sisters, often possing as a true nun in order to keep her own safty on the streets. She's desperate for proof that there is some holy spirit watching her, but has yet to be convinced. She often takes compainionship with traveling relegious journeymen hoping to find some apiphany of truth from them.

-Enter the Darkness-