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>When she was an infant, her father was killed when the underground kobold prostitution ring her parents ran revolted on them. Her mother barely escaped with her and bribed her way into a ratfolk gypsy caravan with a LOT of sexual favors. Vikare picked up simple fire magic from the resident mage at a young age and developed a minor pyromania fixation. She was able to keep out of trouble between her constant drunken mother banging the guards to keep them quiet and simply getting lucky enough to not get caught, until one day in her 30s (sylphs don't hit adulthood until about 60, so the equivalent of 10ish) she started a blaze that burnt down half of the caravan. Instead of facing the horde of half drugged ratfolk gypsies she ran off into the forest, and hasn't seen her mother to this day
>She ran for about a day straight, until she collapsed and blacked out. Luckily she was found by a pair of wood elf druid/hippies who nursed her back to health. Since they didn't speak the same languages at first, by the time they could properly communicate the caravan had well moved on, so the elves decided to raise her as their own. They trained her in the art of druidism, mostly to keep her from trying to start more fires.
>On one of their regular trips to the villages surrounding their forest, she discovered she had inherited her mother's taste for booze. Several barfights, one burnt-down inn, and a LARGE property damage fine later, her adopted parents suggested that she take a trip to the city to discover herself and to maybe also get a job because they weren't paying for that shit.
She reluctantly agreed, but soon found that her skills had little place in city life and got fired from 3 jobs within the first week. Things were looking bleak until one day she stumbled upon a help-wanted flyer for the Inter-City Courier Service. Weekly pay, room and board included, and a quick way out from the ever-growing bar tabs!
(Cont next post because I'm over by like 900 characters otherwise)
