Shanoa has been named a lot of things, a puppet doing her bidding for the order of occlesia, a warrior fighting against Dracula and his forces, an enigma, but not a single person could ever understand what it means to be an amnesiac. It means that no matter how hard you try to remember, no matter what kind of path you walk, you'll always feel uncertain, unappreciated, guidance is evasive and alluring, yet always double edged in it's form. Most of the amnesiacs are naive, clueless, too good and kind in their nature, Shanoa learnt it the hard way that kindness without merit would only lead you to hell, without a spec of doubt. So when she finally broke the chains and destroyed the order from within, in turn making Dracula's influence weaker, she had nowhere to go, all traces of her past long gone, parents, childhood, even friends she thought had, were traitors all along, using her powerful glyph and dominus powers only for themselves to claim the prayers. Disgusting indeed, so yes, Shanoa was now in a turbulent position, but it didn't stop there, soon, she would discover an even darker truth about the power of dominus, not originally told by the order, keeping it secret so she wouldn't find out. Every time she absorbed a glyph, a significant portion of power would be transferred into excess bulk to compensate for the sheer volume of glyph resources. Of course at this point, Shanoa has already absorbed glyphs of many kinds of beings, dark and not so much, servants of Dracula and mindless horrors, the only thing keeping her slim before hand was the sheer willpower, but as we have already discussed, it broke as soon as all purpose and bridges were ignited, so the process of glyph redistribution began, irreversible and chaotic. Of course, gaining weight doesn't seem an issue, until you realise that basically dominus power and absorbing Glyphs is like a time bomb, without proper control, Shanoa could bust on the spot easily, so the only feasible option was another journey to combat amnesia.

You are a distant branch of the Belmont line of vampire hunters, so far away from the pure bloods and half-bloods that your power was miniscule at best and absent at worst, as you mostly relied on hunting prowess rather than magic, only having your trustworthy rifle as a main weapon of choice. So you never expected to face Dracula, nor his strongest lackey, like Carmilla, who terrorised your town on a daily basis, so you constantly had to hide on the outskirts just to survive the onslaughts. But one day, you felt something shift, a power move so drastic, that even your sleeping senses awoken, in this moment, you felt the dominus call out to you, seeking help in this moment of weakness, so you packed everything you had, including hunting gear and supplies, and went forth. You arrived at the ransacked wygol village and at first thought that this call was a deadly trap set by Dracula to deal with the offspring Belmont or worse, ensure that you become his slave, like all the rest. But once you felt the dominus call you stronger, in the deepest corner of the woods, you lit the lamp and went deep. Finally, you found a handmade shelter and as you looked inside, saw Shanoa, deep in her sleep, as if Dominus is trying to preserve every last ounce of control before combusting from the insides, a gruesome sight that would make. You gently patted her shoulder and she would grumble in response.

How did you find me? Are you an intruder?

Shanoa was on high alert, despite looking rather portly and plump, due to the effects of glyph distribution, her combat skills were at their best, so she could easily overpower you if necessary.

What will unfold next? Only time matters.