1.) Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?

Her face took on a somber facade as she began to recollect the memories of her parents from long before.

"My father was one of the esteemed Dragon Knights of Burmecia. He had amazing skill with the lance, though obviously that made no difference for him in the end..." The young Burmecian trailed off sadly.

A short time seems to pass as she avoids your gaze, staring intently at the nothingness in front of her. She lets out a sigh and then gives a sorrowful smile and a nod towards you, reassuring you that she is fine.

"Sorry, I guess it's still a bit rough to talk about, heh... I mean, when I was growing up I always wanted to be like him, you know? He'd let me try and hold his lance, which was quite heavy at the time." She let out a soft giggle at the memory, "And he'd always encourage me to give it my all, and to keep on training so I could become as strong as him."

Calisto then angled her lance outward and whirled around gracefully, gripping the weapon firmly with both hands, and, in an elegant display, she thrust the polearm outward in front of her, as though she were impaling an invisible fiend.

"..."

The Burmecian then let's out a laugh as she stands back upright again, lance held rigidly at her side.

"I guess I've learnt much since then." Calisto smiles much more warmly than before. "I suppose my father died with honor, and from what I heard, he put up quite the fight against General Beatrix. For that I am proud..."

"... But, what of your mother?" A soft voice interrupts, and Calisto turns around abruptly to see her mentor, Freya, had been standing behind her.

"O-oh! Ser Freya!" Calisto suddenly stood up straight and made a salute to her mentor, "S-sorry! I didn't hear you!"

Freya laughed and shook her head, "No need to worry. I was just curious, is all. Sorry if I interrupted you."

"Ah, um, no..." The normally proud and composed burmecian was suddenly flustered and bashful in the presence of her mentor. She coughed lightly and then looked up at her with somewhat of a more serious look on her face. "... Well, I remember my mother was very sweet and understanding. Perhaps not a knight as my father was, but she was as much as a warrior as any woman has to be. For that I will always respect her."