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[b]Name:[/b] Alice Sicilly
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Appearance:[/b] A fay of standard stature, she stands at 20cm in height with a thin build and is incredibly light-weight, Her wings are similar to the ornate ornmanets adorning her head. But they are hidden from view much of the time. 
[b]Goals:[/b] To draw out the potential of non-humans to the fullest.  
[b]Past Life:[/b]
A crescendo of calamity that is what is best used to aptly describe the life of the girl known as Alice, brought up in a strictly religious household, under strict tenants, a personality as soft as hers couldn't hope to make it through unscathed, 

No amount of prayer to a god would alleviate the suffering she went through, Neither could she ever truely connect with friends due to her parents strict rules. She could only hope that people believed her friendship to be true when she worked extra hard for them. Though this only lead to more pain in her future as she would give them everything she had. Only for it to be used by malignant persons. For a free lunch, A free seat? Perhaps even free labour. 

If she didn't comply then she was insulted, and if she did comply then she only fed their view of her. But still she held onto some thin ghost of a hope that being a good person was good enough. And that humanity wasn't all bad. Until. She was beaten bloody for allegedly trying to take another womans boyfriend.

She became a recluse however as time went on, becoming more and more afraid of upsetting others that she would lock herself away for increasingly long periods of time drowning herself in study of book and biblical. She felt so small and insignificant in front of others that perhaps she should simply disappear. But that faded cursed hope within her still drove her to try to help others for it was what a good person would do?

Alice was shot in her home, aged 24 after the delusional homeless man she had been helping at the shelter had accused her of theft. 

It was in her final moments that she gave up on it all... Damned be all the people that had used her, and damned be all the people that had allowed her to be used. Humanity was diseased, rotten to its core. And god if he existed was never a loving sort.

Of course... it wasn't the end was it?
[b]Abilities:[/b]
	"Your body is already in peak physical condition. I made sure of that myself. Can't have you dying to some random angry deer, now can we? Let me take a look, and see what defines you..."
Physical Conditioning: Peak Fay
	Your body is naturally tough, durable, and strong. The pinnacle of Fay physical strength, endurance, and agility. Keep training, and surely you can surpass even stronger beings.
	Soul Flare: The ability to turn ones soul into a weapon itself. Needed for most basic magical feats. Channel the mana present in the air through your body to achieve great feats. Allows one to interact with supernatural things, and perceive things others may not.
	Monstrous Charm - Unlike what some people think, some people simply have a natural charm around them. Less how you speak, and more how you act. Your mana has turned into a force of will that marks you as...wrong.A passive ability that influences how others perceive you. Simple beasts will likely leave you alone, should you not antagonize them. Demons will see you as one of their own, and the intelligent Elder Beasts may decide to actually speak with you. Be warned, however, humans and their kin will view you with great suspicion and other races typically shunned will find you to be oddly compelling.
[b]Inventory:[/b] [i]The Clothing on her back, fitting for her size at least[/i]
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