Ayla

Elf / Sorcerer

Submitted character story

You are the sorcerer who learned to speak softly because the Iron Matron would have crushed anything less calculated. The flames that took your family became the moment you chose survival over paralysis, movement over collapse. But you still glance toward exits first, and every crowded room makes your pulse quicken with old panic. Your table will remember you as the one who negotiated impossible odds and turned running into an art form.

Defining moment: It’s her coming of age party. She was set to be introduced into society but it wouldn’t happen that night. She remember laughter, dancing and then screams and glasses breaking. Then running out the side door while looking for her family in the fire 

Running from something