Amy Sorel

Facts

Amy was first seen in the SC2 intro.

Game Appearances

Soul Calibur 3 (2005)
Soul Calibur 4 (2008)

Endings

Age

Unknown

Birthplace

Rouen, French Empire

Height - Weight

Unknown

Birth Date

Unknown

Blood Type

Unknown

Weapon

English sword rapier

Weapon Name

Albion

Discipline

La Rapiere des Sorel

Family

Foster father - Raphael
Real parents - Unknown

Soul Calibur 3

The nights were cold and serene. The moonlight was so strong it seared and appeared to give power to the darkness. Tonight, as always, she was about to be enshrouded in this darkness. In the dimly lit room, she sat like a doll, motionless on the chair and staring out into the dark night. Far below, torches blazed amidst the acrimonious clanging of armor moving about. This light and sound she has experienced before.

"Be a good girl, I'll be back in a while..."

That is what he said before leaving with his sword. The raucous night then became quiet, but that did not last long. And now, he was gone. He had left her--for her own sake.

The light and sound will intrude their world any moment now. Violently, without regard, engulfing his world... She rose from her chair and headed toward the door, stopping at the entrance. She look back at the grand hall. Her exquisite face clouded over for a second, then she quickly turned and opened the door.

She mused over those words once again. This time, her lips parted slightly into a smile.

Soul Calibur 4

Peace had been restored to the night, but still he did not return. He had left her. Left their castle home behind. She knew he had done it for her sake, because he wanted her to be happy more than anything else in this world, but nonetheless, she was restless.

"Be a good girl, I'll be back in a while." Those were his last words to her, but Amy had to ponder them for a moment. Even the most dutiful fledgling takes flight when the longing for its parents grows too strong.

(The cursed sword, Soul Edge. Did he leave in order to find it again?)

How many nights must she wonder? A single butterfly was being tossed about on the cold night winds like a lonely star drifting far from heaven, like a soul freed from all its burdens. Silently, with all her feelings neatly locked away where non could see them, Amy pushed open the door.


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