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Age: 18
Gender: Female
Role: Princess
Nation: Western Land
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Preferred Element: Wind
Deity: Hawk
Deity Name: Ventus
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Story: Amira was never what she seemed. From birth her parents had regarded her as a beautiful child. Her two bright blue eyes shone up at them, full of happiness, even as baby. As she grew, her brown hair flowed in ringlets and her blue eyes remained vividly blue, giving her an innocent look. This was not however the case. She was a hardy child who took it upon herself to learn every manner of combat that she could. Her parents were extremely proud of her, as due to their standing within the Kingdoms, they had not real reason to marry her off, though they would have liked to. Both had wished for a baby boy, but it was undeniable that they had fallen in love with their child the moment they had laid eyes upon her. When she was eleven, she was practicing sword work with one of the Knights when he caught her across the cheek. It is here that she bears the scar as a reminder, but she rather likes the scar as it stops her flawless appearance appearing quite so flawless. She is already as fierce and strong as some of the best Knights in the Western Kingdom and her parents ensured that she received nothing but the best training from those that they trusted. Though she has a generally kind personality, she is fierce when it is needed and very defensive of those that she cares for. It is not her wish to be married off and she refuses simply to be parade around as though she is a prized animal at market. When she was fourteen, whilst scampering up a sheer mountain with one of her younger siblings, she lost her footing. Falling at least thirty feet down a sheer cliff, Amira was sure that she was to die. But before she hit the bottom, she seemed to halt, as though cushioned by a pocket of air before floating gently the last three or so feet. Never has she told anyone of this and has sworn her brother to secrecy for he witnessed the event. At the age of eighteen, her proud father bestowed upon her his own sword which had been given to him by his father, it is the one she carries on her belt, though has found no reason to use it in real combat as of yet.

Amira Herald's Story