[b]Name:[/b] Lucía Claire
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Age:[/b] Twelve
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Class:[/b] Sorceress

[b]Strength:[/b] 0
[b]Dexterity:[/b] 0
[b]Endurance:[/b] 2
[b]Psyche:[/b] 2
[b]Intelligence:[/b] 0
[b]Wisdom:[/b] 2
[b]Charisma:[/b] 5
[b]Luck:[/b] 1
[b]Fate:[/b] 2

[b]Alignment:[/b] Lawful Good
[b]Values:[/b] Law and order should be followed at all costs. Equality is perfection and should always be sought if possible. The innocent need protection, the evil need redemption. Happiness is true harmony and needs to be spread.
[b]Faction:[/b] Not yet affined

[b]Appearance:[/b] Her skin is fair as snow, her eyes, amber like hearth glow. Her frivolously kempt hair, blonde like honey, reaches down past the top of her shoulders. Her wild bangs hang down over her fine aquiline nose that sits above her thin lipped, cherry smile. Her body is juvenile and healthy while still showing off her femininity.
[b]Personality:[/b] Emotional, Stubborn, Kind, Outgoing, Independent, Justice Warrior, Beautiful Voice. 

[b]Equipment:[/b] Shoulder Bag, Well-worn Clothes
[b]Items:[/b] Bread and Fruit, Empty Heart Locket.

[b]Abilities:[/b] [i]Charmer[/i] – After living through persuasion and begging you learn how to tug someone’s heartstrings.
[i]Singer[/i] – Vivid scales and vibrant voice, the soothing melody of harmonizing notes, this one know how to sing!
[b]Spells:[/b] [i]Furious sparks[/i] (Mood: Anger) – Colourful sparks of light fly off Lucía’s body during her fits. Stronger emotions makes the sparks brighter and more frequent.
[i]Regeneration[/i] (Mood: Sadness, Fear) – Self-pity and terror triggers Lucía’s survival instinct, boosting her natural healing magically. Seldom has this effect been transferred to close others in time of great need.
[i]Inspiring Presence[/i] (Mood: Happiness, Zeal) – During moments of clear devotion and confidence does Lucía’s good will rub off on her friends, reinforcing their own will and strength. 

[b]Background:[/b] Lucía Claire came from a remote, rural village in northern Sudreik where she lived with her large family. They were but simple farmers and Lucía was just one of many siblings. Just like every upbringing with brothers and sisters life wasn’t always fair, but Lucía took the injustice particularly hard. Nothing made her angrier than seeing her older siblings being treated with more respect or her younger getting away with things she did not. It was during a heated argument with two of her older sisters that she first discovered that she was different from most others in her age. Blinding sparks shot everywhere from Lucía mid-sentence, scaring both her sisters and herself senseless. Terrified, Lucía fled the farm and village, afraid what her sisters would tell her parents and what they would do.

She ended up spending a night in the woods where she had a lot of time to think and consider her options. After a sleepless rest under the cold moon light she had made up her mind. What happened must be some kind of magical gift she had been given, a gift she intended to use for good, or whatever good you could do while shooting sparks. So Lucía turned her back to her home and left for good to travel the lands. She walked village to village, city to city, trying to be a Good Samaritan, helping out in any way she could where she went. She lived off her good deeds and begging and earned some coins from singing in the streets. Every town she visited had another song to learn in the tavern, another elderly woman that needed help, another drunk to charm for a piece of bread. Now she finds herself standing in front of the capital of Dulrum, where a solemn festivity will be held…