They Called Me Ira
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Empathy: Ira's upbringing had caused her to become cold and sharp. Even though she is not the most gentle of women, Ira is still affectionate and understanding. Though her actions may display these affections differently than how they are generally displayed. Ira would never hurt an emotionally ill companion, and she would give them needed space. Throughout her life she had constantly been exposed to things that normal people would not be used to experiencing.
Emotional Control: Ira's emotions are the least of her worries. But her control over them has never been very strong. She does not show emotions like others do. When Ira is happy, she will cry, her tears will be happy ones, and her smile will show so. When Ira is sad, she will show anger and aggression. When Ira is angry, she will show sadness and aggression. When she is in love, well- that hasn't happened yet. Inability to speak of her feelings to others as a child made it difficult for her to show them how they would generally be shown.
Mental Stability: Ira is not easily broken. Years of intense discipline had caused her to become irritable and ambitious. She isn't insane, but there are times when Ira doesn't make the best decisions. Some of what she had been taught was right would be considered wrong by others. This gives the impression that Ira has no sense of right and wrong. But a closer understanding of Ira would go to show how that isn't entirely the case.
Relationships: Ira has a hard time keeping friends. She comes off as stubborn and people feel as though she is hard to please. It is hard to get used to her quirks and her habits, but Ira can become a very loyal companion. Anyone willing to give her time would know that Ira is not that bad a person.Strengths: Pure determination is one of Ira's many traits. She presses on as she goes, and will not stop until she finishes what she began. Her skill with magic is beyond comprehensible to the average human. Her quick wit and agility make for a fairly hard target to catch. Ira's gifts may be short lived though, as her capability is starting to waver.
Weaknesses: Under all of that tough skin, Ira has her troubles. Any sort of counteracting magic makes it much more difficult for Ira than it seems. Her overwhelming fear of the undead, the chills that run up her spine when her mentors bring her into the swamps, there could be an entire list of fears. Feral witches, wolves, wendigos, trolls...
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The time I am spending here is coming to an end. Daisy could only handle so many of us at once. And with the marauders just around the corner, there isn't a chance things are going to turn out so pretty. Everyone else has nearly lost it by now. So there's no chance I would be able to convince them to come with me.
Daisy was like a mother to me. Though now, I fear that death will come to claim her in the night. I can only hope that by some sort of luck, she gets out alive. My brothers and sisters, however, mean nothing to me. They really have become what others have called them; savages. I could have cared for them in the past. That memory is hazy to me. If I could have come to Daisy as a hand rather than a bastard, I would have.
None of my warnings are getting through to them. One of my brothers though has come to believe me. But I fear as though he is slipping like the rest. Whatever happens to him is none of my concern now. I can already see the blaze out the window. It's eating away at the trees in the distance. It won't be long before they come to kill those who remain. And if I manage to slip away, their consequences will be worse than they've come to believe.
Even with this sight of the fire it has no effect on the minds of my brothers and sisters. They don't see what I see, they only see fire for what it is and not for what it is capable of. Much like how they see each other. They don't see the marauders, they don't see the mob or the raptors. They will never see them until it's too late. I hate to abandon Daisy after all she has done for me. But I have no choice. I am leaving my family behind and one day I may come to regret it. But for now, I must go.
I leave my scrolls and books for the marauders to take if they so desire. They are of no use to me now. I have studied their contents ten times over. Whatever use they may serve to those thieves is none of my concern, whether they burn them or read them. If anyone is to find this letter, please burn the bodies if the marauders haven't already.
Daisy will rest easy if their souls are accounted for. Wherever I may be when you find this does not matter. I am simply no one. Do not come looking for me, it is for your own good. If I am dead or alive, do not bother seeking me out. For what you find will be rather disappointing.
Best regards,
Ira -
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