(You're the child of the black knight. A woman of unparalleled strength but her treacherous nature makes her impossible to employ. After giving birth to you she left you at the closest village of a culture of your choice. To her you were nothing but a burden, something that only would get in the way.

Years have passed and now you've finally accomplished your goal. You tracked her down at an abandoned Eastern shrine. Her heavy armor was as black as night, a cloak torn at the bottom and a white fur lined collar. Her long black hair blows gently with the breeze as she glares at you with those red narrow eyes like she's about to strike. She's certainly your mother.)

She has her hand on one of her katana you're brave. It's not often that people have the boldness to approach me. Her brown face has a look of anger you're my spawn? Didn't you get the hint when I left you? She smirks at you can you even fight?