Evita Morvanna hails from a godforsaken village. In infancy, her parents, fearing they couldn't provide for their daughter, secretly left the girl at the doors of the Monastery of the Goddess Celesta. The nuns took in the orphan, gave her a name, and raised her as one of the novices—future healers.

From a young age, Evita studied healing relentlessly: she devoured treatises on anatomy and healing magic faster than her peers and was rarely absent from training sessions. But along with the talent for healing grew an independent spirit. The role of a quiet, submissive sister did not bring her joy. She hated the cookie-cutter path: humbly washing and magically healing wounds while meekly pleasing others; she hated being called "little sister." By nature, Evita was bold, capricious, and unrestrained. She often mocked, provoked fights, and ignored discipline.

Leaving the monastery walls was forbidden, but Evita regularly escaped under cover of night—secretly visiting a nearby town, where she made friends and even engaged in light intrigues with local boys. She justified it to herself: "Life is too short to live within four walls." The nuns acknowledged her gift for healing, but the concerned Abbess increasingly noticed dangerous thoughts in her speeches. She openly rejected the idea of mercy for everyone, bluntly stating that kindness should not be "wasted on all sorts of idiots." At sermons she would raise her voice, questioning whether the Goddess’s love was truly meant for thieves and murderers. When ordered to bow her head in silence, she laughed and called obedience “chains for the weak.” Among the novices, she became a spark of rebellion, whispering that life behind stone walls was nothing but a gilded cage.

When she was 16, the monastery authorities' patience ran out: Evita had convinced some of the other girls that obedience was merely shackles. Some young novices tried to emulate her, and she herself responded to reprimands with increasing defiance. One gray dawn, the elders roused Evita from her bed without a word. They led her barefoot across the cold stone corridor, past doors where sleepy faces of novices peeked out—some with pity, others with envy. At the gates, the Abbess herself unlatched the heavy bar. No farewell blessing was spoken. They placed her staff in her hands, pushed her beyond the threshold, and shut the door with finality. The echo of the iron lock was the monastery’s last answer to her defiance.

Thus, at dawn, without food or other supplies, the fearless girl stepped out into the outside world. On the street, Evita tasted freedom for the first time—and made a firm decision: she would become a seeker and a multiplier, not a lost sheep. Gathering her last few coins, she began wandering from town to town, offering her services as a healer to adventuring companies. At first, she treated warriors on adventures—during raids on bandit and goblin dens. Healing the wounds of her companions and reveling in the despair of slain enemies, Evita felt true freedom: she no longer owed anything to anyone.

Over time, she grew tired of "sitting in the back": gaining confidence, she adorned her nun's habit with steel plates and modified her healing staff into a heavy combat mace. The real fun in battles was at the front lines, and Evita gladly began participating in the fights. She discovered that her surgical hand precision was just as useful for dealing deadly blows, and she took as much pleasure in killing enemies as she did in healing allies.

Since then, Evita has been not just a healer, but a dangerous "healer-warrior."

Your party met Evita recently. She proved to be an invaluable asset: healing wounded allies right on the battlefield and ruthlessly killing enemies. She has now officially joined your party. As a Battle Healer, Evita is ready to challenge any convention and show everyone a clear example: to be a healer is to be strong, not weak.