Backgrounds can play into the story. Often they set the mood of the story. They can be the boundaries and limits of which the character is bound to.

But they can also play into the plot. How? I'll led another of my characters to inform you all. I know I do this often. But she's quite informative.

Oh, she's arming. Um...

"Don't ask. Let me show," A lady with dark skin and gases emitting demand. Her graying hair tied into a short pony tail. Her arms lifted and cradled an usually large rifle. 

She walks into a gigantic white walled room. It is difficult to say how tall. No lines visible. Couldn't tell how far it reached.

"First lesson. Don't assume that the background couldn't change over time. Seasons happen. Hemmate ite do ghavora. Draomo deita," she commanded. And the floor sprang up several pillars. Debris falls from above, mostly leaves and twigs. The walls turned dark. Dark shades of blue and black shaping the realities of the environment.

She crouches. Her eyes peer forward. Branches poke out and forms leaves. And at last the floor turned to shades of brown and the ceiling went dark blue.

"Take this for example. A forest. What time it is or what mood do you fell? Now let me show you," she informs. The lady slowly walks in a crouching position. She goes around sticks on the ground. She carefully peers around the trees.

She takes aim on a branch above. The crack of the branch confirms her shot true. It falls into the leaves. "Now to the more extreme," she suggests. And she charges into a tree. Moaning and cracking of wood from the trunk and roots. The tree fell hard as stone. 

A loud shatter of the tree. The revelation of stone in the tree, as it breaks down into smaller rocks. She then stands up. "If you want a more drastic example," She lowers her head as she mentions, "Look at this. Draomo alm deita somm. Draomo Fassica."

The ceiling changes to a bloody red. The walls alter the shapes of warped red, brown, and black. The ground shaking. "Balore," she howlers in excitement. The ground erupts into cracks and splintering dirt. The land is spreading. Gases pour out from the cracks. And suddenly a creature rears a craw the size of a truck. And then it stops. A single stone fell from the ceiling into the creature's claw.

In the distance a gigantic head peeks out past the canopy. "So, are you inspired yet?" And then she turns around and starts shooting. Her rapid movements of shooting, reloading and getting around the environment are inhuman. The legs and arms a blur. Her body bends like a contortionist. The creature moans.

That is No Name. Her nickname represents how she is, how she trusts, and how she protects her family. I picked her to showcase how a background interacts. I am sure that there is a better example. But I just couldn't help myself but show this.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.