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[COLOR=silver][INDENT][sub]Having awakened to her magic years ago while surviving as an orphan in the streets of the capital, [color=RED][b]Ania[/b][/color] was found to be a prodigy and taken in by a sorcerer looking to leave a legacy behind. Unfortunately, her mentor was killed in a typical Giellnalian power play and she was cast out on the streets, forgotten. With only her magic, her fists, and the will to survive, Ania set out into the world to eke out a chance to make a name for herself.

[color=RED][b]Age:[/b][/color] 18
[color=RED][b]Race:[/b][/color] Human
[color=RED][b]Nationality:[/b][/color] Giellnalian
[color=RED][b]Weapon of Choice:[/b][/color] Hand-to-hand
[color=RED][b]Elemental Affinity:[/b][/color] Fire
[color=RED][b]Spiritual Affinity:[/b][/color] Dark[/sub]
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She never knew exactly how or why she ended up on the streets. Her memories didn't go back that far, outside of knowing her name and her age. But Ania had been an urchin as far back as she could remember, stealing and scrapping in the back alleys of Giellnal just to make it another day. She lasted this way up until she was about sixteen, when a theft gone bad caused her to awaken her magic in the heat of the moment, taking advantage of the uncertainty and uproar it caused among her pursuers to knock them to the ground and make a break for it. 

It was some peculiar, twisted brand of luck that Ania's awakening sparked the attention of a passing sorcerer in the market. A powerful, noble one. The older woman knocked the fleeing girl to the ground with one firey explosion, looked her over, and said that Ania would be her legacy. She didn't trust that, of course. Giellnalians didn't trust on principle. But when she awoke in the manor she would spend the next three years in, there was fresh bread, clean clothes, and a hot bath. No one in her situation would be stupid enough to take advantage of that as long as possible. 

So Ania learned. For over a year, she studied and trained in the magical and martial arts, her mentor eventually admitting that the girl was a prodigy of sorts, and that she had no living legacy to pass down her name. So Ania was a project. A monument to this woman's ego. As long as it got her off the streets and into a life where she could hold power, where she could be [i]someone[/i], that was fine. Transactions of mutual benefit were understandable. 

Not even that lasted long, as her mentor's scholarly and political maneuvering caught up to her in the end, her rivals arranging an assassination and subsequent house fire. Ania barely managed to escape with her life, finishing the tired, weakened hitmen off and ensuring that no one would be pursuing her. But she couldn't go back. The conspirators would think her dead so long as she never showed her face in Giellnal again. So she left. Wandered for a year, trying to find some way to regain the life that had been promised to her. She would never go back to the streets again. 

Eventually, Ania would find her way to Atutania. The Wardens were the best of the best within the entire realm. Elite, famous knights. Ania could fight. She could cast. She would make a life for herself with her talents, or die trying.
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[COLOR=silver][INDENT]Wary [color=RED]⬗[/color] Willful [color=RED]⬗[/color] Cold [color=RED]⬗[/color] Curious [color=RED]⬗[/color] Pragmatic [color=RED]⬗[/color] Brutal
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Hand-to-hand or fist-to-fist, kicking nuts or twisting wrists, Ania is a curious juxtaposition of both a savage street fighter and a trained martial artist. One moment, she's executing complex joint locks and holds. The next, she's beating foes into the ground with wild swings and cheap shots. She packs no small amount of physical strength into her blows, augmented by blazing flames.

Her fire magics are nothing to scoff at, despite her preference for melee combat. It's obvious she wasn't fully trained, lacking both fine control of her sorcery and efficiency in mana usage, but she compensates with raw power and sheer output of mana.
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