A warrior, a fighter an honorable person that prides himself in what he is doing and steps forward with determination.

  That is how the people of this world view them.

  From where I come from you are a soldier or you are not.

  Pride and honor are things that had now use on the battlefields on which I spent most of my life.

  Efficiency and power are what we used to dominate the wars we fought.

  Anyway, my time as a soldier in the galactic empire have come to an end twenty years ago.

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  I died through a space anomaly which then strangely brought me here into this new world.

  My body had changed, and I awoke as a newborn baby with all the memories of my previous life.

  My parents in this life are some low ranked nobles and not people that I have great attachment to.

  I have five older siblings, two brothers and three sisters, if I'm already on it, I am also a girl, this helped me greatly when I decided to leave my home.

  Normally they wouldn't let me go, but they had three others which they could sell off to other noble families, so I wasn't missed.

  In those twenty years I have swiftly adapted to the custumes of this medieval style world and decided to follow a familiar path.

  The politics didn't interested me as the small mindness of those people were very strange from my perspective who was used to a system which stretched over multiple planets