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  • Full Name: Angelina De la Rosa

    Nicknames: Angel, Angie
    Childhood Nicknames: Farm Girl, Crybaby, Carrottop

    Alias: Chosen one, "Hero of Rylendal", "Slayer of █████."

    Gender: Cisgender Female

    Current Age: 26

    Height: 5'7"

    Build: Athletic

    Species: Human* (Hero-blooded)
    *Spellborn
    One amongst a handful of children born under a blue moon every 100 years. Survival during birth is low, however. Imbued with powerful magic that lays dormant until they come of age to harness it. Their first sign of it brought about by strong emotion.

    Personality: Generally cautious of everyone she meets, can be very quiet at times, doesn't always get the 'hint' when it comes to jokes.

    Family: None surviving. Mother and Father were slain by the hands of █████ and his minions.

    Class/Specialty: Mage / Summoning
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  • History

    • Part 1

      It started with a miracle as most stories like this do.

      A child who was born and lived. Naturally gifted with some of the most powerful magic this world had ever seen.

      Born in a ramshackle home in a quaint little village. Her mother and father skirting by with what crops they managed to salvage that season. Our Heroine was raised a simple farm girl who spent most of her childhood giggling and laughing as she chased piglets and played ball with the other boys and girls of the village.

      As she grew older she was teased about her hair, but that was to be expected when children didn't know any better. Red wasn't something many were born with, and neither of her parents had passed on such a trait. But after consulting the village wise-man, they were told to just cast it off as nothing more than what it was.

      A miracle.

      But the wise-man, he knew the truth.

      As the years passed, things turned around for Angelina and her family. Crops grew in abundance even though the soil was poor, the rain seemed to come whenever they desperately needed it.. and even the snakes and foxes stopped attacking their livestock. Lingering near the edge of their farm, but never coming closer.

      One day at roughly 16, she was tending to her garden while her parents delivered goods to the next village over. The local hoodlums saw this and decided to pay Angie a visit. They watched at first, but soon began to verbally poke and pick at her. Teasing her for her red hair and for the carrots she picked. Saying that she belonged in the dirt like the pigs she took care of. A few took the carrots and began snapping them into small pieces, throwing them onto the ground before stomping on them. The others picking up dirt and rocks and throwing it at her.

      Hurt emotionally and physically by their attacks she tried to shoo them off, threatening them with telling their parents, but that only added fuel to the proverbial fire.

      And fire did come. In the form of a short burst as she swung a stick at them, the end catching fire and streaking through the air. Burning one of the boys clothes as his friends rushed to put it out.

      They shouted at her and called her a freak before running off in fear, leaving our Heroine to wonder.. what in the hell just happened!?

      The wise-man sensed what had happened, but he wasn't the only one.

      Our Heroine shook fear into some, but she gave hope to others.

      In those with a dark heart, however... Her mere being filled them with a desire to take and to control her power.

      If █████ couldn't have her, then no one would.

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