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| PERSONALITY |

The outline of Adalia’s personality can be summed up in a single word: anxiety. At any given time her mind is nearly overloaded with a huge amount of questions, parentheticals and doubts. She is indecisive, clumsy and will always try to defer any judgment calls she makes to another authority figure she trusts, although given her shyness the number of those who Adalia considers as trustworthy is astoundingly limited. Overall, she is bright and can think quickly when the situation calls for initiative, but often gets entirely bogged down by her own thoughts unless someone is there to direct her out.

Underneath all that chaos, there is a strong throughline of determination, and she can have bursts of motivation and passion when she believes strongly in something. That is, she can overcorrect for her indecisiveness with recklessness and hot-headed directness.

| BACKSTORY |

Adalia's early childhood is a blur to her and remains a constant mystery. She knows that she was a quiet and sickly girl, lucky to be in a sheltered and rich household. She knows that she developed an interest in magic from a young age, and miraculously discovered her affinity for it despite her Hundi bloodline. She knows, at some point, there was a massive snowstorm...

And that's all she remembers before waking up somewhere different -within a cottage-like library near howling, water-shriven cliffs. She was sitting among a large collection of various arcane tomes that were collected from across the globe, and strewn about those tomes were twisted and charred corpses of some unrecognizable flesh masses. Her questions with passing travelers were met with confusion, as the young Hundi girl had seemingly popped up from absolutely nowhere. Several years in her memory had simply vanished from existence, along with any trace of where she had come from or where she was going. She had somehow been transported to a world far removed from her own, a familiar land shaped by forces yet entirely foreign to her.

Her only comprehensible clue to her past was an old journal laid clean amongst the altar of the library, presenting itself as the key to all her questions. Her journal. It was written in her handwriting, with her signature, frenetic dance of pictures and diagrams scrawled all over the pages and ink bleeding through each page like a festering wound. Only, she could not only decipher the frenzied writing style, but the entirety of the journal was buried under ciphers and ciphers, and in a language that she could not understand. Somehow, this other side of herself lost to memory had written instructions to a whole host of mad and monstrous rituals that her sane self could not understand.

It took some time before Adalia could gather herself, orient to her surroundings, and set off into the wide world. Out of the madness, there was a single sentence that she could still read in her journal, the only sentence that was dignified with legibility: FIND THE IRON ROSES.

| EQUIPMENT |

Enigmatic Journal:
A journal Adalia found beside her when she awoke in the seaside cabin. Its contents are as unknowable as they are kaleidoscopic, formatted in strange and archaic languages. Despite this, Adalia can sense an intense power trapped underneath all its writings, and she can invoke fragments of it through enunciating its contents. Perhaps if she were to find some kind of library or linguist she'll be able to find out what happened eventually...
It is seemingly indestructible through any conventional means, and it always returns to Adalia whenever she loses it, even if she tries to get rid of it intentionally. When someone with the intent to harm attempts to approach Adalia, it will suddenly open up to a random page in an attempt to get Adalia to read it. It can be described as ‘generally cursed’ and gives off ‘bad vibes’, but is otherwise an ordinary looking book filled with scribblings of an insane madman.

Enchanted Coffee Cup:
A lifesaving cup of coffee, with little exaggeration. This dainty little cup fills itself upon the user's whims with a warm cup of coffee with too much sugar. It is decorated with traditional Hundi calligraphy and depictions of past Hundi conquests in tiny fonts. Bearing many scratches across its surface, it has certainly seen better days - but it is a faithful companion to Adalia's long nights.

Slightly Cursed Jewellery:
Her travel funds. It is a small jewelry box full of lavishly decorated accessories, as if taken from a duchess’ chambers. Most of the jewelry is ‘slightly cursed’, such as making the wearer dance terribly or keep stubbing their toes. They're fun party tricks, although the jewellery box came with the warning that the jewellery are capable of being 'improvised demolition tools'. Better not think about that too much.

| SKILLS |

Various Hexes:
From what little she can understand of her journal, it is brimming with a complex interlocking pattern of hexes. Adalia has since picked up a few of her own, although most of them focus on disarming and debilitating than doing real harm. This include hexes that slow enemy reflexes, make them lose their sense of balance, or be temporarily blinded. These can all be powered up tremendously if it is invoked directly from her journal, but also gain random side effects that Adalia tries to avoid.

Tracelight:
Adalia can summon a small controllable orb of blue light that illuminates the surroundings. This light gives off special luminosity that dispels any arcane sources of blindness or invisibility and highlights a holographic recording of the surroundings several hours in the past, much like a security camera. This orb can track some distance away from Adalia before it must be returned to Adalia.

Gravity Manipulation:
Her specialization into celestial magics came with a mastery over gravitational fields. She can increase or decrease the gravitational pull over large areas to several times their magnitude for brief bursts, or have a finer control over smaller objects with a greater force. In the brief time she spent to relearn her usual repertoire, she has learned to apply this to various applications such as faux-telekinesis, faster travel and a clumsy style of fighting close quarters with her staff that includes briefly manipulating its weight in various positions.

Wildlight:
A panic response whenever things go poorly, and something that Adalia avoids whenever possible. She picks out an unknown spell from her book and casts it at full strength. Her innate affinity with celestial magic will translate whatever magic that is cast into a frenzied torrent of light in front of her, scorching and blinding any creatures in a wide radius. However, side effects may vary greatly depending on the spell cast, ranging from a simple overload of Adalia's energy to summoning of nearby spirits or transmutation of nearby materials.

| TALES |