I D E N T I T Yғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ:
Sage Mangerɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs:
Noneᴀɢᴇ:
9ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:
Femalesᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Too Youngsᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs:
HumanA P P E A R A N C E
ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ:
ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ:
Ginger redᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ:
Light greenʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ:
Small and Slenderᴏᴜᴛғɪᴛ(s):
Ripped jeans and shirts with dirt on both of them. A warm jacket that hides that is far too big for her and hides half of her. No boots or any kind of shoes.ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ:
4'3 feetsᴄᴀʀ(s):
On one her right arm. It are burn marks that never truly fadedP E R S O N A L I T Y
Sage is an interesting girl to, that is sure. At the age of 9 she already lost every family member she ever had, neither does she has much friends or anyone who can take care of her. This resulted her in being a smart little thing that knows how to rob you without you even noticing. She doesn't trust anyone and is very sceptical about your intentions. Sage can be blunt, honest and sometimes down right rude. She has troubles with controlling her mouth and often says exactly what she's thinking. She can sometimes be a bit of a brat, but what would you have expected? No one takes care of her.The also results in cold and cruel acts from the young girl. Deep inside she's nothing of those acts but this is the only way to stay alive in a world where she has nobody to trust. When you get to know the girl better you will see that she's actually very kind, cheerful and funny. She loves to joke around and play with people, because let's be honest, she's still a child. She is very childish and not so serious. She always wants to be the best and proves she's worthy of someone's love or trust. She truly yearns for someone to take care of her and be her parent.
She wants to feel save. Sage can be very mischief when she wants. She loved to play pranks on people or just trick them. She enjoys getting playfully chased or tickled, though she will deny this endlessly. She hates being yelled at or anger towards her. Unlike most kids of her age she doesn't hates violence, actually used to it so not affected by it. She however does not enjoy fighting, but she will fight you when she needs to stand up for herself. She's when needed a fierce little thing. Her heart is consumed by guilt about what happened to her parents which can result in night terrors and panic attacks
H I S T O R Y
Sage's parents were normal people. They lived in a small city somewhere up in the north. It was a place where it always was cold and it snowed every day. Still the people were kind and thoughtful. Most people Sage's neighbour hood adored the little girl. They used to let her run around in their houses, playfully chasing her away when she stole some cookies or a piece of chocolate. The few first years of her life Sage was perfectly happy. Sadly all good things have to end, and so did Sage's perfect life.When she was 6 the bakery she lived in burned down to the ground, killing both her parents and leaving the girl orphaned . So high up in the north it was very strange for some building to catch fire. Many people believed it was bad luck that only Sage survived and their distrust caused the small girl to cast out of their village. They were kind enough to take her to a city more south but that was it. The people who she had loved for so many years, who had hold when she was she was baby, they abandoned her when she needed them the most.
For the next 3 years she managed to survive by stealing from the richer, taking small coins to buy food and staying away from the city guards. In this three years she learned that the only person she can trust is herself and how to lose the guards who usually chase her. There three years made her strong, but also broke a part of her kind spirit. Because the streets aren't kind, and definitely not toward a small red haired girl, a witch who on accident set her patents bakery on fire, killing her parents in the proses. A lonely witch doesn't survives long on her own
E X T R A S
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs:
Her magic is strong but she's very clumsy with it and usually doesn't know how to control it.ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s):
Noneᴍᴀɢɪᴄ:
Fire Magic mainly but she is also able to teleport short distancesǫᴏᴜᴛᴇ(s):
"Please, love me""The fire in her eyes was brighter than anything else"
"She was fragile, not like a flower, but like a bomb."
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