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| Age: | 12 | ||
| Strength: | Athletics | ||
| Weakness: | Cooking | ||
| Favorite Food: | Meat | ||
| Hates to Eat: | Carrots | ||
| Favorite Pasttime: | Running | ||
| Hates: | Washing dishes |
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Her great-grandfather was the quickest staff-user in their part of the world and earned
himself a name "Quickstaff". While her grandfather may not have been quite as good, he was
still good and also got the name. He passed the talent on to her father, who being the third
generation Quickstaff, gave the name to his family.
Melamina is the next-to-youngest of nine children (some of which may not be called children anymore) and was born at the exact moment of the last lightening flash of a three-day storm. Her parent considered a good omen and by the time she turned four, she could knock the practice dummy's head off due to the staff training she had started at three. At seven years old, she was good with a staff, had plenty of friends, and was okay at everything but a few things. One of those was cooking. She could never get the hang of it. Her pastries came out burnt, her cakes sagged in the middle. There were other things, but her flaws never seemed to bother Feyse, her eldest brother who always found ways to annoy her. he just went on and on about her in a negative way. At nine years old, she found out why: he was jealous. Jealous enough to push her off a cliff at least. They were on their way to get an education in the east. Being the best of the family, he did it in the middle of nowhere when no-one was watching. She barely survived. She did it by a stroke of luck: she happened to grab a ledge when she fell. By the time she could climb back up, the caravan was gone. She made her way to a town and lived there for a while. |
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