Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140816182744/@comment-5583506-20140818144810

Mara trembled as she sat. "Well, I grew up in the chapel orphanage in Bruma. I was not treated well. Mostly because of my..." She made a pause. "My gift. My gift bestowed upon me from my mother, Vaermina. After one too many 'accidents' involving my abilities I was cast out on the streets. I made myself a home in the burned ruins of a former house. The only one who took pity on me was a librarian living in a house across the street. He even gave me a couple of books on the subject of my powers. He moved out eventually and I never saw him again. I have been on my own ever since. That's really all there is to it."