Name: Fie Tiervyn
Element: Darkness 
Race: Elf
Religion: Helvetti 
Age: 22
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Personality: Very confident and often found flirting. This tends to call attention to her even though she knows she needs to be careful. She exudes happiness from her core, and yet has so much sorrow hiding underneath. That is why she is so flirtatious. She looks for love and acceptance, even through the simplest of means. She yearns for others to show her love, as she has never known it herself. 

Nation you come from: Muratti

Background: Fie was born into slavery. Her Elven parents had gotten into trouble with a gang before her birth. They were killed after she was born. Her parents were not Soturi themselves. The contract she had with her master was 20 years long. He had offered to keep her, as he had an affection for her, but she ran. His laugh still haunts her to this day. She was 20 then, and very free. So free that she realised she had no home, no money, and no food. She found a city near her master's gang camp. There she realised the world was even more heartless than she though. Reality was sinking in and her only options were to become a slave again or a "working woman". Which was essentially a slave, but she was only needed at night. She lived with five other women and was offered food at the tavern below her dwelling. It wasn't an amazing life, but it was better than her childhood.

Her Soturi mark was well hidden under her arm, just below her armpit, and thus it was not often viewed. As soon as she found out about the meaning of it, she immediately began covering it with makeup. It did not completely conceal it, but it allowed her some comfort. She had not begun experiencing her powers until a year after living on her own. A client had been very drunk and abusive, to the point of extreme discomfort to Fie. She had not felt so much anger in her entire life, and just as she felt it a shock had left her hand and vibrated the man atop of her. He had fallen limp. No breathing. Her boss had found her an hour and a half later, he didn't know how to respond, other than to tell her to keep quiet or she would find the same fate. 

Since then she had not felt anything similar. And wondered if it had some connection to the mark under her arm. 

Anything else you want to include: She very rarely leaves the vicinity of the tavern she works out of. But hopes to leave to a bigger village and meet people who can tell her about the mark.