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[attr="class","MABtitle"][attr="class","fas fa-angle-double-right"] Magic

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[attr="class","MABtitle"][attr="class","fas fa-angle-double-right"] Craftmanship

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Spiral of Ants

Scherza was fortunate enough to have a family, one that bore the same fox-like features and pale blonde hair. Mother, father, and several older brothers and sisters. A lively home, with a continous stream of people coming in and out; among them, faces that quickly faded from memory.
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But she always felt divorced from the concept of family. Being the youngest by ten years, she lacked the closeness her eldest siblings shared, even including the middle child. Anything she accomplished, her brothers or sisters outperformed her in. She always got their hand me downs, the slim pickings, the afterthougts. And freedom. Sweet freedom, for it was the eldest who were burdened with running the family owned inn and hotspring. While Scherza played with the other children in her village, her siblings looked after their guests.
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For a while, anyway. She could only avoid the inevitable for so long. Soon enough, she was helping with the cooking, the cleaning, and even entertaining the guests as best she could. Smiling and laughing on the outside, quietly cursing and hissing on the inside. Some people simply did not know how to act, and would dare to pet her on the head or fondle her ears. A few dared to cross the line, and were swiftly reprimanded.
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But they never truly learn, do they? For Scherza, the icing on the cake was having her complaints disregarded, and instead told to lighten up a little, and downright embrace it. Nevermind the fact that she felt an even greater disconnect around men, and could not fathom a life like her mother's or sisters.
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In a house that never slept, Scherza felt like a lone sailor out at sea. One who thought it prudent to load her pockets with stones, but that was a leap she was reluctant to take.

I Earn My Life

But rather than walk away from life, she chose to sever ties with home, with family. These people brought her no joy, had failed to protect her. A difficult ritual to some, for sure. But Scherza felt little, if at all. She was tired. Tired of pretending, tired of putting on a bright face to quell the darkness in others.
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Old habits are difficult to break, however. And to let down her barriers, to reveal the vulnerable woman beneath, is something she simply cannot do. The place she now tentatively calls home is no exception to the rule, as the ones closest to you pose the greatest danger. For them, she wears the brightest smile she can muster.

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Schattenspiel

Scherza has always had a talent for downplaying her prescence -- or being unremarkable if caught in a crowd, rather. But with Schattenspiel, it has become deliberate. She can blend in with her surroundings and become light of foot, and avoid the unwanted gaze of many.

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[attr="class","MALtitle"][attr="class","th th-swords-o"] Level 1

[attr="class","MALequip"] preferred weapon - rapiers