A petite, young woman. Sandra stands at a measly 5'3" feet (160 cm.), with a scrawny body that weighs a rough 116 pounds (53 kg.). The swordswoman isn't exactly muscular, though some lean muscle is present from carrying that weighty greatsword around twenty-four/seven. A rough, caucasian skin covers Sandra's skeleton. Decorated with various markings that originate from the girl's tough life-style.The Guild-mark is located on the left side of her face, covering the lower part of her cheek and stretching out to her neck.

Her face is small, kid-like, and very well rounded. A short and pointy tip that is her nose, stands just above the woman's salmon-coloured lips, and between her large and curious eyes. Sandra's irises are two different colours (Heterochromia), The left is a sky-blue colour, while her right eye has this acid-green colour. The oak-brown hair that covers the top would be of waist-length. Though the front has been significantly cut shorter to a chin-length and is styled in a ragged/spiky look, while her waist-length hair is kept in two separate tails on either side of her head.

Sandra is very soldier-like, precise, and honourable. But can be cheerful and free-spirited as well. She is harsh at times, to make sure the more childish members aren't doing any rash things. She keeps them in line, and prevent them from making a mess of the guild-house with their arguing or meaningless fighting-taunts. Much for their own safety, because Sandra feels somewhat responsible for their well being.

She has a great love for the world and its history, believing that these things are much more valuable than anything else. Which can show in great extents. Probably the reason Sandra barely beckons for assistance, or even allows other members to join her missions. She's afraid her extent might even include neglecting a member's life, to preserve a historical artefact or area. Lucky for her, she never had to make this decision.

To other people, mostly strangers, Sandra keeps this act of professionalism. Which can work as a trustworthy image to clients, while it can serve as an intimidating appearance towards evildoers. She never resorts to violent methods, unless it is her only way of progression.

Friends, and fellow members are considered Sandra's family. A handful of people she holds close and wants to be happy. She cares for their concerns, and is forever loyal to them. Though, not enough to give them any insight in her own motivations and personal life.

Wind magic. Sandra has adapted her magic to use it alongside her swordfighting skills, giving it the name 'wind-blader'. She focuses on the current aspect of wind, giving her a bit of a boost in various areas. Whether it be increasing her sprint, jump height, or simply quickening the swing of her weapon. There are no real limits, only that the swordswoman isn't as skilled in the broader array of wind magic and just mastered her branch of it.

Sandra swings her weapon sideways (Either vertical or horizontal), and sends a speeding slice of wind at her adversaries. The slice of wind has the same property of the swing it originated from, and thus it will cut anything in their way in half.

Sandra swings her weapon around her whole body, creating a wind-curtain that consists of high-currents that blocks small, to average sized objects. non-physical magic, and larger debris can still pass though are slightly weakened.

Manipulating the currents that surround her body while running or jumping, Sandra can move her body more easily. Her jumps are slightly higher, and the speed while sprinting is boosted as well. This ability is particularly useful when traversing dangerous areas that require balance and agility.

An ability that manipulates the large amount of current that surrounds Sandra's body when falling. It can, for a very short period of time, allow flight. Though its main purpose is to lighten the woman's fall, or completely nullify it at short heights.

A way to immobalize beings by manipulating the wind around the wrists, ankles, and neck. Forming this invisible shackle that prevents anyone from moving. This can be created as a method of torture, occasionally tightening the shackles and apply minor cuts on the held areas.

Passing through one of the forests near the outer reaches of Fiore, a young woman was exploring an old ruin. A small cubic temple of sorts. Upon entering the small, wrecked construct she found herself hearing a continuous crying. The crying of a baby. The treasure hunter had managed to track the saddening noise to a small altar the was located in one of the corners of the temple.

On the decorated staircase below the altar, lay two shredded corpses. One female and one male, victims of a savage group. Most likely bandits. The crying came from a crack behind the altar, where the baby was supposedly hidden from the attackers. The small infant was wrapped in various blankets, probably to keep it warm. With watery eyes, the young woman held the baby in her now crossed arms and gently swayed them back and forth until the baby stopped crying.

There was a brief moment of silence, the young woman smiling at the baby that was now sleeping in her arms. Feeling partially responsible for this infant's tragic fate, the treasure hunter took it home with her and raised the baby as if it was her own...

Deana Lecard, as the woman was called had raised the baby into the young girl it was now. Sandra, Rose Lecarde was her name. A rather spirited girl who enjoyed every minute spent with who she thought was her mother. Deana, was a treasure hunter. Or a historian actually. Someone who spend their time travelling the world to discover ruins, mythical creatures, and learn from their stories.

Sandra was told all the stories her mother had discovered, and even taught on how to live her harsh lifestyle. When the young girl had come of age, around twelve years old, Deana trained her in wind magic. Manipulating air-currents to her will, and learn to use them in assisting her on future travels. Along this, Sandra was trained in sword-fighting. Another tool that was used with the form of wind magic she was taught.

Occasionally Sandra was allowed to join her mother on the explorations, as long as they weren't too dangerous for a young innocent child. They were a duo, and constantly traveled from place to place, picking up pieces of the puzzle that was known as history. And with each adventure, a new experience was gained...

History has always been a teacher, but mankind is too arrogant and refuses to learn from it. A dream to record every piece of history, something that will open humanity's eyes to their continuous mistakes. A goal Deana has been working towards, ever since she could fend for herself. And after this final lesson, it would become Sandra's goal as well.

One of Deana's contacts had provided information about a small island that had surfaced from the ocean. How was currently unknown, but the remaining constructs were old and possibly another piece of the puzzle. The duo had set out on another adventure, a dangerous one that would forever remain in Sandra's mind as one of the darker parts of her life.

Although the, now eighteen year old, treasure hunter was unknowing about this part of her mother's life, Deana had made enemies during her travels. Bandits, scavengers and mercenaries who all failed to get their hands on treasures that were claimed by the woman. And this island, would be where the evildoers were victorious. And not the good-willed historian.

Upon finding a glyph with an ancient text writton on it, the two treasure hunters were ambushed by a group of bandits who had been hiding in the wrecked chambers that were scattered amongst the large altar. The duo fled, only to run into a dead end. The ledge was low enough for Sandra to climb over with a little boost, but too heigh for Deana to get a grip on. The young girl hid, as her mentor desperately fought off the group of bandits.

Deana was handling them with ease, but a slip-up in her movement made the final two bandits see the oppertunity to gravely injure the old woman. Shocked at her mother falling to the hands of mere bandits, Sandra jumped down from the ledge and defended her mentor from the last branch of bandits. But 'twas too late, the measly strike had nearly severed Deana's arm and the second had made a deep cut on her stomach...

The panicking girl tried her best to stop the bleeding, bandaging the wounds only to barely delay the inevitable. With her last breath, Deana reached for Sandra's hands and softly smiled. Muttering her last words before passing away. 'You did well, I've taught you everything you need to know. I hand you my work, complete my dream for me...'

Sandra softly cried as her mentor, and mother released her final breath and dropped like a lifeless doll. Before leaving the island, the young girl buried Deana her weapon serving as the tombstone. Sandra said her final goodbyes, and promised her mentor to complete the dream that was now shared between them...

For two long years, Sandra had wandered the kingdom of Fiore in search for pieces of history. Many leads led her nowhere, and only ended up in a dead-end where Sandra had to fend off meaningless bandits. The young woman had refrained from using contacts, as she believes that was what pulled Deana to her death. But progress was slow, and clues were nothing but rusted steel or dusty old books with no pages.

Her travels brought her to the city of Roseluck, exhausted from chasing another pointless lead she stumbled into a building. Strangely enough it wasn't a tavern, but a guild-house. And it held the members that were part of one of the famous guilds in Fiore: Fairy Tail. Sandra wondered, if joining a guild would help her complete the gigantic puzzle.

All that was needed was a bit of persuasion from the Guild Master, and a peculiar mission that made the historian join the guild. It was the first, of many missions and adventures to come. Over the years, the guild managed to grow on her, it was as if Sandra had found a new family...

Four long years had passed, and Sandra had gotten accustomed to completing mission after mission. Occasionally staying with the guild when she needed a break. But the historian couldn't keep away from traveling the world whenever she could. And what she said was a week's rest, would turn out to be a two day break before heading of for her next mission.

At the end of her fourth year in Fairy Tail, Sandra was a contestant in the 'S Class Tournament'. An exam to test whoever was ready to earn the 'S' rank. It was a rough exam, endless tests and tough battles with fellow members. But, in the end, Sandra had passed and was now an S Class wizard of the guild. Another step closer to complete that promise...