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    "story": "You are a survivor who chose the Blackfen and outthought the Iron Matron because staying alive means staying sharp. The night you remembered wasn't your breaking point but your awakening, the moment you learned guilt could still live in you. Every throat you didn't cut since then is a battle your party will never know you fought. They'll remember you as the rogue who always found another way, and never guess what it cost.\n\nDefining moment: The night at only 10 years old when she slit the throats of her adopted noble family as they slept.  The panic in their eyes and the silence that followed.  Then a hand on her shoulder from the man who got her adopted in the first place, the man who took away her first family.  \"You're ready,\" he said.  And from that night on, she was his favored spy and assassin.  But she never got past that look in their eyes, never forgave herself.  Numbly she carried on until the day she found the strength to say no and ran for her life.\n\nRunning from something"
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