Aleksandra Zamfira

Sarah Hood's PC, Aasimar Wizard

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My name is Aleksandra Zamfira. I was raised as an orphan girl, never knowing any of my heritage or lineage. I spent many nights in the streets tucked into corners to avoid being detected by those who take advantage of a pretty young girl’s undesirable situation. During the day I would seek refuge in churches desiring food and shelter from the bitter elements. I often covered myself with a robe to disguise my appearance as my golden eyes always tended to scare those around me because they were so unlike anyone else’s in town.
When I was 11, I walked into a giant building that I assumed to be another church, only to find out it was an ancient library from days of old. As I walked within the building, I was enthralled by the giant bookcases containing millennia old books, texts, and scrolls over spells and magic. There hadn’t been a wizard seen in our village for hundreds of years. Some of the older folk believed them to be myths or legends told as a story to give hope that there may still be some good power left in this world. I began returning to the library every day and dusting off the thick cobwebs of texts I hadn’t read yet, and sitting silently reading for entire days. I never saw any person enter or leave while at the library, so I decided to make it my home. I began staying overnight tucked away in a nook of the library with a good view of the front door so I could be alert and aware if anyone dared to enter. I made the mistake once as a young child of not being alert and ready, and that memory still haunts me.
I only left the library around lunch time each day to sneak away to one of the churches in town for food. One day, with my pockets stuffed with extra bread I had taken without anyone noticing, I walked up to the library door to notice it had been opened. I snuck to the back of the library to a hidden entrance I had discovered while reading old scrolls over enchantment. Once inside, I listened for any indication that someone was still in the library. I waited for six hours in dead silence before convincing myself that I was the only person in the library. Still, very quietly I made my way to my little nook of the library where I ate and slept. I began eating a piece of the stale bread when I suddenly felt the presence of someone behind me. I leapt to my feet and turned to face this intruder in a defensive stance.
In front of me was a dark skinned man with tattered robes that swept the ground as he walked closer to me. I began looking around for a make-shift weapon I could use to defend myself when I heard him mutter what sounded like a spell under his breath as he stared intently into my eyes. I fell to the ground in a deep sleep, and when I awoke, I was not in my library that I loved so much with its hidden treasures filled with ancient secrets and spells covered in layers of dust and cobwebs. I awoke in a bedroom, lying atop of a bed with a pillow under my head. This was the first time I could remember ever sleeping on a real bed. The dark skinned man was staring at me from the edge of the bed and startled me. He calmed me with a nod to a warm breakfast on the night table next to me. The sight and smell of food was more than my hungry stomach could take, so I began devouring the food in front of me without thinking if it was safe. The man told me his name was Lythe and that the library I loved so much, could only be found and accessed by wizards, and since I was allowed entrance, it meant that I was a wizard just like him. He offered for me to stay and learn from him the many spells and incantations needed to develop my skills. I spent the next 15 years with Lythe studying to become a sage, and increasing my skills in magic as I studied. It was on a rainy night that Lythe told me that he had an idea of my heritage, but he didn’t have any concrete answers. He told me that my golden eyes are a sign of the aasimer race which were the ancient decedents of celestial beings and angels. He handed me an invitation to the feast of Mayor Morwen of Wollenback in Stensia, and told me there was a secret that lied deep within me and many will want to discover the truth of it. He told me it was time that I left and discovered the truth of who I really am for myself.

Aleksandra Zamfira

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