Sara

Human / Sorcerer

Submitted character story

You're the hero who reaches for strangers first, the investigator who rode Old Yost's cart into shadows. What you remembered was the star that struck you, the ancient thing that remade your body without asking. Your magic doesn't obey because it was never yours to command, only yours to survive. They'll remember the sorcerer who carried lightning in her blood and never flinched from the burn.

Defining moment: She wasn’t born with magic. Spent most of her life without it, until one night a star burned a little too bright. Something came down and struck her. Something ancient. That was when she changed, and magic flowed from her fingers as easily as breathing.

Can't stop helping strangers