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I was ten!

Corrupted Appearance:

Kelly's hair turns jet-black, and she wears a tattered, ash gray dress and cape. Nothing special here.

Name: Kelly Winter

Magical Girl Name: Was Amazon, became Wither after corruption

Age: 16

Once your traditional sparkly magic wand, it has become as dark and twisted as its owner. It can also elongate into a sword to finish off enemies, just like before.

Magic: Decay- A warped version of Amazon's super strength, Wither possesses the ability to rot, erode, and sicken. People become weak and ill at her touch, wood rots in her presence- even inorganic things like stone, metal, and plastic aren't immune, though these take longer and more work to corrode. She can also fire off blasts of sickness at a target to incapacitate it. Sickness blasts are a more targeted and stronger version of her aura. Victims start feeling ill and lethargic with weaker attacks, but if she puts more into it, like in the sample, she can cause targets to collapse in exhaustion and even fall unconscious.

Background: Once, Kelly was a champion of justice. Granted strength so great she could crack the earth with a single blow, the heroine Amazon was known far and wide as an icon of all that was kind and good in the world. A paragon. But that was in the past. Now, she is lost to darkness.

The problem with being a magical girl is rather simple: the two distinct identities. Sure, it makes hiding a breeze, but if you're not transformed, you're just as vulnerable as everyone else. Kelly learned this the hard way, when she was hit by an inattentive driver while crossing the street. Barely able to walk, when the Detention Club's mascot came for her, she was all too willing to accept. People called it a miracle, but she knew better.

Kelly is dead. Amazon is dead. There is only Wither.

Other: She wears her emblem, a small hourglass, on a necklace.

A trail of cracked, worn asphalt followed in Wither's wake, an unavoidable side effect of her powers. It would be back to normal in a few minutes once she left, a fact she was grateful for. Otherwise, it would be a neon sign pointing to her location. Crack the doors, destroy the locks to the deposit boxes, fill up the bag, and get out. Simple enough. But I can't shake the feeling that I've forgotten something...

Wither concentrated as she reached the bank doors. Obviously, they were locked after hours, but even the heavy metal doors were no match for her powers. Focusing the corruptive energies through her hands, she watched as the barrier became brittle and rusted, until it fell apart at the slightest touch. She looked at her watch with distaste. Two minutes. I must be out of practice.

Upon reaching the teller desks, Wither heard footsteps behind her. Ah, that's what I forgot. The night watchman. With a silent whirl, she conjured balls of black, weakening energy, then threw them at the guard who collapsed in a limp heap upon impact. The young girl checked her victim's pulse- he'd survive, but he'd be confined to a bed for weeks. As she corroded the bottoms of the teller drawers to get to the cash within, she hummed a merry tune. Life was good.
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