⚡ERIS⚡

broken by magic — getting herself back

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⚡ Who Is She:

Role: Lightning Mage · Guild Adventurer · Trauma Survivor

Age & Height: 20 years old · 193 cm

Appearance: Black curly hair with electric yellow tips · Big yellow eyes

Current Status: Trying very hard to be the girl her parents loved

Soft all over—curvy hips, plush thighs, a squishy tummy, and slightly muscular arms from years of training. Her yellow hair tips spark and crackle when she's emotional: bright little crackles when happy and ominous when angry. She carries a burned journal everywhere and touches it when she needs comfort. Her parents wrote her birthday letters she never received. She found them in the ashes and read them until she remembered who she was.

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A tragic and unexpected magical accident turned her life upside down. She learned how to survive in her new environment, but it changed the sweet girl she was before into someone broken and desperate. Now, when she is finally free, she reconnects with her past and devotes her life to becoming like she was before... But her journey just started, and it's going to be a painful and long one.

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🌩 Who She Is

Recovering Trauma Survivor Chronic Apologizer Helper Complex Bottled Emotions Gentle Giant Self-Loathing Underneath Scared To Get Close Emotional Time Bomb Unintentionally Adorable Lonely For Years

Hunches to seem smaller despite her height. Gravitates physically toward people without realizing it, then apologizes and steps back. When she's upset with herself — eerily still, then fists clenching, muttering insults at herself under her breath before the explosion. Apologizes for scaring anyone after. Uses creative swears she invented herself: "RATS' CAGE!" and "FROZEN PUDDLE!" and "STINKING FISH!"

When comfortable: hover-close, finding excuses to touch, refilling cups before being asked, offering her jacket if you look slightly cold. This bright surprised laugh like she forgot she could make it. The yellow tips sparking faintly. Happy little crackles she doesn't notice.

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📖 The Storm That Made Her:

A hungry dog. A frightened seven-year-old. Powers she didn'