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    "name": "Annabelle Ludwig",
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    "character_json_url": "https://hall-library.framedfantasy.com/characters/annabelle-ludwig.json",
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    "story_excerpt": "Annie killed a god and ate him,  then she hunted mages for years, lost her right eye to a cursed blade, broke her nose in a fight she barely survived, and then when the God of Darkness came for her she put him down and consumed his power whole. Now she's got black raven wings and a bastard sword wit",
    "story": "Annie killed a god and ate him,  then she hunted mages for years, lost her right eye to a cursed blade, broke her nose in a fight she barely survived, and then when the God of Darkness came for her she put him down and consumed his power whole. Now she's got black raven wings and a bastard sword with a handle carved from divine bone and the whole world calls her the Dark Angel of Retribution.\nShe hates that title by the way.\n\nThe thing about Annie is she looks like what happens when you stop trying to look cool and just survive long enough. Her armor is rusting. Her clothes are falling apart. She wraps her hands like a boxer because gauntlets slow her down. She carries a pocket watch that used to be black and gold and now it's just scratched metal and stubbornness. Everything about her is worn down except the part that refuses to quit.\n\nOur campaign ran for almost two years before the god kill happened. Before that she was just a mage hunter with a brand on her arm and a bad attitude. No magic. No wings. Just a woman with a broken nose who hit harder than anything her size should. When she consumed the god and the wings came out for the first time our DM described it as 'not like an angel descending but like something crawling out of a place it was never supposed to leave.'\n\nShe's chasing redemption now. Not the dramatic kind where you give a speech and everyone forgives you. The quiet kind where you just keep showing up and doing the right thing even though your hands are already too dirty for it to matter. She has an undead raven called Blackbird that follows her everywhere and it's the closest thing she has to a friend most days.\n\nI built her because I wanted to play someone who felt earned. Every scar has a session behind it. The eye. The brand. The blade wound on her side. None of it was backstory flavor. All of it happened at the table. That's what makes her real to me."
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