Angela Ziegler
Cadet Doctor Angela Ziegler (a.k.a. Little Angel)
Failing to protect her former unit, she wanders around Lochtir bringing aid to those who need it the most
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Slim build, a little bit taller than the average
Body Features
White as fuck
Identifying Characteristics
Two prosthetic fingers on his right hand (middle and ring)
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Born as a product from an affair, Angela was raised only by her mother in the small town of Crossroads Inn. They both made a living out of a small clinic, where Angela learned to perform basic medical procedures at a young age.
At 15, she applied to Ahm'Bael's Medicine School, graduating with honors five years later.
Feeling an urge to save lives, she enlisted in the army fighting on the other side of The Spine, working as the field medic for the First Unit of Ravagers.
She deserted a few years later after an unknown incident that took all the lives of her partners, she still refuses to talk about it to this day.
Gender Identity
Identifies herself as female and as a menace
Sexuality
Yes
Education
Graduated top class at Ahm'Bael's Medicine School
Mental Trauma
She has a strong urge to save to save the lives of those she considers close ones (friends, family, etc.)
Social
Family Ties
Daughter of Arasne Ziegler and Manuel Tremblus. Stepsister of Hector Tremblus
Former battle medic seeking for redemption. Bold, merciful
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Alignment
Chaotic Good
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Cadet
Doctor
Age
23
Date of Birth
10th of the Second Bloom 480 AS
Birthplace
Crossroads Inn, Lochtir
Children
Current Residence
N/A
Gender
Female
Eyes
Blue
Hair
Blonde
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
White
Height
1.69 m
Weight
75 kg
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What the fuck
8th Day of the Third Frost 503 AS
Where to even begin????
I was doing my usual route in the area when I suddenly got attacked by a horde of those annoying undead. I would have had my ass kicked but an hyperactive redhead and a guy with a hammer saved my life... kinda.
Anyways, for plot needs I got to join their group (I liked the big hyena, she even calls me "little angel" which I find cute).
Oh, and, turns out the hammer boy, Hector, is my stepbrother. How didn't I notice before? It's like looking at a mini Manuel, except he's way better person than his, our, fucking father.
What else? Oh yeah, we released A MOTHERFUCKING ANGEL.
Why do I sense these guys are gonna make me run out of bandages?
I almost forgot, daily poem:
"Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young
How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from?
I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one"
El diario
Encontré este pequeño cuaderno en algún punto entre Torkenpas y Crossroads, intenté buscar al dueño pero dudo que se encuentre en algún lugar por aquí cerca.
Tiene mucha de sus páginas vacías pero aquellas que sí tienen contenido contienen palabras muy lindas, quizá le haya pertenecido a algún poeta, escritor, letrista; o quizá solo a algún alma con deseos de expresar lo que su corazón decía al mundo exterior.
Supongo que utilizaré las páginas que no tengan contenido como diario, siempre es bueno tener un registro de tus aventuras a la mano, ¿no?
Aquí hay un pequeño fragmento de un poema que encontré.
"Todo empezó con un final
Después de años de ser un rival
Fue así como aprendí a vivir fuera del cristal
Ojos abiertos, de par en par
Vida, te ahorraste otro funeral
Vida, dime qué viste en mí, un simple mortal"
No sé quién seas, noble alma poeta, pero agradezco al destino haberme topado con tus dulces palabras.
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