Amayra the Champion of the Virtues, Acolyte of the Golden Sun

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Chapter 4

Amayra's love life, or lack of has left her often as a third wheel
growing up in the shadow of her friend Lisette. Lisette was always the
popular one, and very pretty. She always had potential suitors hoping
to sway her affection towards them. This often left Amayra as a third
wheel when Lisette and her current fling would go do things, and
Lisette was never one to ignore Amayra.

It was so bad, that some boys would be friendly to Amayra, almost
hinting at affection until their goal would show itself. They would get
close to her in hopes of learning about Lisette: Her likes, dislikes,
favorite foods, all the above. Once they did they would try their hand
at Lisette, leaving Amayra again as a third wheel.

Throughout this lonely tenure, Amayra simply grew use to it. Amayra
by no means wasn't pretty, she was just greatly outshined by Lisette's
beauty and friendliness. And still after all these years, even since her
good friend's passing, Amayra still has not found love. She still has not
even been kissed...

Were someone to show her affection, she might just fall for the first
person to show sincere affection for her. Could love be yet found for
the maturing Amayra? Still waiting for that first real kiss.

Role

Chapter 3

Amayra has a clear talent for writing poetry, however it does not end
there. Her skill with the written word extends into stories and
imagery. While often she does not share her writings with the world,
she has started to show off some of her more inspritional work to
those who truly need it. She also tries to help others develop their
own skill, offering what knowledge she has on the matter.

One talent she has kept hidden from the world is her voice. Amayra
has never really believed she has had a great voice, but while she is
not bard, her voice is actually nice. She seems to have a good knack at
understanding a verse and how to deliver it.

Role

Chapter 2

Amayra witnessed her friend LIsette die from a fight that occurred
between a "goodly" knight and an evil mage in the streets of Galadon.
While the knight did not directly kill her friend, Amayra can't but help
think that his actions led to her friend's death, as well as others.

As someone who really wasn't moved by much before, Amayra
decided to dedicating her life to protecting others, to helping those
who would fight see that there are consquences to what and where
they do things.

She joined the Paladin guild to understand how to help and protect
those in need, to provide healing and safety. While not overly skilled
in combat, she hopes that she can make a difference, be it through
her actions or words.

She finds comfort in her gloomy life through the shedding of her
feelings and thoughts into verse upon parchment, her natural affinity
to writing a gift from the sphere of Poetry she was born under.
Amayra is not a happy person most days, content to accept life for
what it is often, just a lousy place to survive with so much violence
and evil in it. While she herself might not know happiness, she
doesn't wish that upon others and hopes to change that.

She desires to seek out Rarywey and ask her for spiritual gifts to make
this a reality. Amayra also seeks to join the Fortress, to serve as a
Scribe and help the soldiers there not forget what they are fighting
for, to pull them back from complete bloodshed, less they become
the evil they do hunt.

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Chapter 1

"What's the point of making one? Its not like anyone is really gonna
care or notice."

"Come on Amayra! It will be fun and besides, taking a role will liven
up the production."

"Lisette, I'm telling you, no one cares. I'll be lucky if anyone actually
reads it. In fact I've got a whole book of writings that no one has
bothered to read or listen to."

"That's not true! I've read them all and had you read most of them to
me and I loved them. You are a fantastic writer, Amayra. You just got
quit being so gloomy about it, and get out and show the people."

"You know I---"

"Hey Lisette! What are you up too?" a male voice rang out,
interrupting Amayra. "Lets go someplace where we can have some
fun together."

Lisette turned grinning, "Roy, can't you see I'm with Amayra right
now."

Roy looked past Lisette, "Oh, didn't notice you there Amayra. Hey. So
what do you say, lets go, Amayra won't care, would you?"

A look of annoyance crossed Amayra's face, "It doesn't matter, it
never does."

"See, come on Lisette!" Roy grabbed Lisette's hand pulling her with
him, "Besides, she's never excited about anything."

"Amayra, I'm sorry, but we will talk la---"

A huge ball of flame suddenly erupted, engulfing the area in flame as
a fight filled the streets. Roy and Lisette were slain instantly. A black
robbed mage was holding his ground against a knight in silver armor,
unscathed from the attack as his shield absorbed the blow. As the
knight closed in on the mage, the wizard uttered some magical words
and vanished, escaping the scene.

Amayra was stunned, shock coursing though her body as her only
friend was gone in a flash of a moment. The knight turned his
attenton to the young girl, sighing heavily as he spoke.

"I'm sorry for your loss, I had hoped to surprise the mage and finish
him quickly. That bastard will pay for what he did here today, I swear
it to you girl."

Amayra looked up, confusion on her face and whispered, "You
attacked him, here in the city? My friend, she is dead because you
attacked the wizard?"

The knight groaned, "Look the wizard decided to use such magic and
take the lifes of innocents. It is his fault not mine. Evil must be slain
where it is found to protect the lands." and with that, the knight
sauntered off, leaving the girl to wallow in the aftermath.

Amayra slumped to the ground, disbelief setting in as the knight
seemed to have no empathy, no caring about what happeed, or even
thought that it was his fault, his actions that led to it. She wept.

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