Awesome, Saeah!Name: Aska Drauámiðnætti (Icelandic- First name translates to "Ash")
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Element type(Pick one from the list): Fire.
Affiliation(free/government): Free, for now... roaming the streets of (whatever city the Mage House is closest to), knowing the Mage House exists from floating rumors, but not quite sure how to find it.
Personality: Thoughtful and hesitant to reveal her feelings. Extremely distrustful. Secretive, and doesn't do anything without first mentally constructing a feasible plan. When she does anger, caution is required, because she has a tendency to start physical skirmishes in an impenetrable red fog of grieved rage and not yield until her opponent is seriously harmed- she truly isn't herself when fighting. Petrified of using her element due to her belief that killing someone is inevitable. Inwardly, there is an inexorable war of rage and tears, due to holding a lethal secret.
Appearance: Very light-skinned girl of complete Icelandic heritage. 5'10 tall, slender, and moderately-thick brown hair. Gray eyes that have tiny flecks of gold in the iris. A pure white scar runs down the side of her neck and down her left arm- terribly self-conscious of it for reasons unknown. Usually seen wearing one of the woven shaws customary to her country.
History: Aska was born into a full family of water elements, the stereotypical mages of Iceland. When her element revealed itself, Aska was elated, but her elation slowly turned to shame as her family's disappointment and scorn at her unusual power. She did her best to hide it throughout her childhood, but insecure guility got the best of the young girl, and she began to use it more and more as she aged into an rebellious young teenager. Her mother pleaded with her to keep her ostentatious difference under wraps, but Aska paid no heed. Eventually, her father blatantly threw her out of her own home for causing shame to the family name. Ashamed and enraged, Aska lurked in the frozen plains nearby for months, keeping a secret connection with her two younger brothers who also snuck out food to her. They practiced their elements together, her youngest brother particularly enraptured by Aska's fire-
Ironically enough, fire proved to be his fate.
During an unheedfully intense session of wielding flames, things went horribly awry and Aska's brother was burned alive. Aska immediately fled, not fearing for her own life, but abhorred at what she had become and mortified that she had murdered her own brother. Her thoughts lingered on the brink of suicide many times, and she neared death even more by a constant lack of food in the wilderness. Every day was a pain to face. Eventually, Aska somehow made it down to the United States, hitching onto trains and boats whenever convenient. She knew all to well that her entire kind was being hunted, and to walk alone surely meant imminent death. Fire had become poison to her, and the very sight of it, whether it be of her own creation or otherwise, drives her to unintelligible muttering and sobbing. Death had become a temptation, a temptation almost too hard to fight, and Aska nearly gave herself up to the mobs that hunted her multiple times. For now she still walks the shadows, occasionally hearing a whisper of a safe haven for mages, but unsure if she even wants to rescue herself: haunted by the flame-
Haunted by herself.
Other: I hope I did this right...
Username: HeavensHens88
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