Winter’s Edge.

Vera’s quick feet hurried her along the safe path through the woods. The path of the small winter hardened flowers called ‘Snow’s Mercy’. The light blue flowers with their white inner petals were the only thing that seemed to hold the creatures at bay. Her free hand shot up to her neck, making sure her wreath was still around her neck as she made her way down the slope and towards the village. It was Tribute day and she was running late.

A small town at the edge of civilization or at least that of the Auryon Empire. Winter's Edge is run by the Elders, a small council of the village's most prominent men and women. In order to survive the cold cruel winter's all have to contribute to the village's stores, in form of offerings. Each villager offers something unique and this allows for goods to be traded and shared amongst themselves.
For they have none to depend on but their own. Travellers rarely come so far out and you do not want to be caught outside during nightfall for murderous creatures roam the lands and control the woods when daylight fades.
They seem to be particularly drawn to technology, which perhaps is a blessing and a curse in one for it keeps the Empire at bay, but to be terrorized by these creatures is not for the faint hearted either. Only a small little flower seems to hold these monsters at bay and are therefore worn by everyone and placed everywhere. Wreaths are hung around doors and necks to safeguard and protect and for now it seems to hold on, but the days grow shorter and the nights grow longer...Winter is coming and the creatures have grown bolder.

My main Character:

Name: Vera Ramsley
Age: 20 years old
Appearance: Vera is a brunette with a normal build, her green eyes seem to be gifted by the otherwise cruel forest and she usually wears her hair in a bun or braid to avoid it getting in her way. Her clothes are worn and torn, since she hardly has any time to mend or make her own anymore since her father's passing.
Personality: Vera worries, having lost both her parents and having only her sister left she was pushed into her maternal role at an early age. She had to grow up quickly without the 'luxuries' of other children. This also forced her to be more straightforward with people and being more stubborn trying to hold on what little she can still call her own.
Occupation: She's head of her family and a shepherd, the wool she's is able to collect she spins into yarn and provides as her offering, up until now she's been able to make it, but with the creatures growing bolder how much longer will it last?
Family: Her mother died when she and her sister were still young and her father never wanted to talk about it. He himself died 2 years ago from a creature attack, although Vera and Evey hadn't been present, men from the village had come up the next day with their father's remains. According to them the wreath had been torn from his throat and the creatures had killed him quickly, but still Vera can't help but still have strange nightmares about it. About it happening to them too...