[Name] Windler Aurora
[Age] 19
[Race] Human
[Biography]
What're you to do when your town thinks you're a dangerous weapon?
cry? ask for help? fix the problem?
how can I do that?
they're all so afraid, the smallest, most quiet words I speak could possibly end all time, the smallest sneeze, the lightest yawn, a simple flutter in blink could cause catastrophic results...
that is what they believe, a Fateless like me is nothing but a volcano, waiting to burst to them.
but I won't, I kept my mouth shut, kept eyes to myself, I stayed inside, hiding away from the world, reading books to learn Magic, perhaps I could restore a fate to myself... but books never spoke of weaving Fate... only of reading the threads...
if that is so, then perhaps I must learn to weave fate, and teach the Fateless to come, how to carefully keep the world's fate.
I ride for the capital... I'll learn to weave, and protect the Fate I have not.
[Extra]
She knows plenty of Magic, but not Necromancy or Hemomancy.
[Age] 19
[Race] Human
[Biography]
What're you to do when your town thinks you're a dangerous weapon?
cry? ask for help? fix the problem?
how can I do that?
they're all so afraid, the smallest, most quiet words I speak could possibly end all time, the smallest sneeze, the lightest yawn, a simple flutter in blink could cause catastrophic results...
that is what they believe, a Fateless like me is nothing but a volcano, waiting to burst to them.
but I won't, I kept my mouth shut, kept eyes to myself, I stayed inside, hiding away from the world, reading books to learn Magic, perhaps I could restore a fate to myself... but books never spoke of weaving Fate... only of reading the threads...
if that is so, then perhaps I must learn to weave fate, and teach the Fateless to come, how to carefully keep the world's fate.
I ride for the capital... I'll learn to weave, and protect the Fate I have not.
[Extra]
She knows plenty of Magic, but not Necromancy or Hemomancy.