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Demitra's Bio:
My mind was solid, and could focus on anything I set it to. At a young age, my life was different from any ordinary human, constantly learning battle, learning magic, and politics were thrust into my life. I lived my life without worry, care and anguish, that is until the day the Orcs, Goblins and Urgals invaded. The kingdom of Lazur was known for its powerful magic, but the day of the attack, my spell went wrong, sending me life into chaos, becoming immortal. The spell had knocked me unconscious and when I woke, the world, the kingdom, the family; all I had come to know was gone. At first, I didn’t know what the spell had done. I wandered the royal halls of my home, swords plunged through bodies left and right, blood covered the floor like water, and no sign of life lifted the ache in my heart.That day when I stepped in front of the blood riddled mirror, the reflection showed my curse.
Black eyes, and hair shone bright through the very little light of the torch. The only one born in the royal family in over a hundred years to have black hair and eyes. The life I knew was gone, a new life brightened. Walking down the halls of my forefathers, praying for the souls that lost their lives. Packing what I could into a sack, food, water skins, and some clothes, setting off to the armory; well what was left of it. She could use any sword, bow and battle axe, but she preferred daggers that could be thrown. Moving a giant rack and opened a small secret door. There was my secret stash of daggers. Strapping them to my thighs, they were the only shiny object the showed on the black clothing. Grabbing a sword and strapped it to my left side. I walked out of the armory, the town, and into the open fields, turning back to look at the decimated kingdom of Lazur. Tears streamed down my face, only at the age of 25 did I truly feel alone. Demitra, The Last Princess of Lazur.