Name: Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She get if you mispronounce it.)
Age: 16
Gender: Girl.
Appearance: Violeta is tall, blonde, with amber eyes.
Personality: People who don't know Violetta very well think she's an idiot. She's loud, obnoxious, petty, and a pain to tolerate and put up with. People who know her think she's a genius. She's got a way with words, and is capable of rallying platoons and battalions of adolescent teenage girls into an almost suicidal frenzy with a few well-chosen words and her natural presence, despite her thick latin accent. Several of those in her confidance are convinced that she's the real reason why the small rural state neighbouring Aurora had lasted as long as it did, despite never being a major player in politics nor economy. She leans somewhat towards Libertarian views, believing in the freedom of everyone and anyone to do what they feel is right or moral or good in their own eyes, until it harms someone else. She's a strong believer in the idea of a nation being a union of like-minded people in order to throw their combined weight around. People close enough to see the pores in her face think she's insane.

Bio: Violetta was born in what used to be Argentina, to a folk singer couple who played mostly to small art-house venues. She grew up in a decent part of the world, not entirely rich but never all that poor, either. Both her parents died after a misunderstanding with a guitar case at an airport escalated, and she contracted soon afterwards and left town, heading north. She arrived in Germany, to what might have once been called her ancestral home in the rhineland, and quickly began throwing her weight around as a military girl and a leader of women, setting up a rigorous, almost military force to defend their small rural town from witches and their ilk, foreign magical girls. Always under a quickly rotating political and economic leader, of course. Nobody trusts the fox to hand out the chickens. That little community burnt out and died after a ferocious witch attack decimated the forces under her command and in the ensuing chaos she left the town quietly and set out for the big city.

From what she heard, the place collapsed not long after.

Allegiance: Whoever pays more, would be her reply. She's currently under Aurora City control, as a lowly officer of what passes for law.
Skills: Charisma, diplomacy, and a keen eye for mass encounters
Weapons: Apart from a small packet of chewables, she goes in with the clothes she's wearing.
Other: Theme. Gave up smoking a while ago since it was hampering her. She's trying to take up chewing tobacco, but shops in the area are few and far between, so she's almost constantly curling her fists, unconsciously.

Magical Girl Section:

Magical Girl Appearance: Violeta's uniform resembles a turn-of-the-century army dress uniform, decorated with a small personal motif.
Wish: To never again have to rely on anything else, to do whatever she wants to do.
Weapons: The weapon she possesses is a large, bulky, almost oversized flame-thrower. Unlike the sleek refinement of most magical weapons, This resembles little more then a pipe sticking out of a scrapped molten bicycle she carries over her arm. What it lacks in looks it makes up for in sheer area denial, capable of creating walls and rivers of burning melty death with a few quick strokes. The machine consumes much in the way of both magical energy and oxygen, and can be hard to maintain for long.
Powers: Control over unnatural material: Iron and steel bends at her touch, Plastic bends and cracks, Pistols jam and misfire, and edged weapons blunt. Organic matter, and items of a magical nature are completely out of her reach, but she doesn't see that as too much of a problem since they burn rather nicely. Violetta keeps her stranger powers at arms length, preferring to leave them on out of habit but has never seriously dedicated much effort in learning their finer skills.