Amelia of Gorotho

Name: Amelia (Zarith) Z. Yenthia
Alias: Amel, Zarry
Age:  22
Sex: Female
D.o.B. November 3, 1076

• Height: 4'10"
• Weight: 95
• Hair color & Style: Pink and fairly short for a female but all over the place
• Eye color: light yellow

Birthplace: Austria
Death Place: Austria
Orientation: Unknown to her

Miracle: With the deep connection she found while playing music in her past life it transfers into her next life as the embodiment of the instruments she played. (Can summon instruments based on the ones of her past)

History:  Her father was a jester, her mother was a jester, and there was no doubt she would be one as well. Amelia's younger years was spent doing simple things like juggling and balancing however none of these suited her and she often spent entire days locked in her room of the castle practicing; trying to get little higher tosses however to no avail, Amelia's hands would cramp up, her mind would go blank causing the three colorful balls to topple from the sky. She tried a variety of more difficult physical stunts but Amelia could only managed to hurt herself, she was gearing to be a failure until she found her calling, the lute. From the instant she picked up the shoddy woodwork she knew she wouldn't be able to set it down, strumming basic chords and humming melodies was all she had to do to captivate her listeners but she wanted more, testing her tendrils of influence. She found that certain diminished chords could make people stop breathing in anticipation, certain clash chords could make people feel physically uncomfortable, even major chord based songs enabled men to reach new highs in speed and strength just from the encouragement of her lovely melodies. With this new found talent the castle turned from a cage into a playground, the king himself treated Amelia like a daughter just to continue hearing those lovely melodies eventually purchasing her a fiery red lute, a magnificent gold frame harp that was most definitely taller than her, and a full wooden flute decorated with engravings of an eagle, their royal crest. With her playing or singing all of the king's knights would win at jousting and all of his guards were happy to stay at night yearning for another chance to hear the beauty calling from the hall. Her life was a heaven, however her existing unknowingly affected every performer in town, the king no longer wanting to hear anything but her sounds. Envy clashed with the the euphoric feelings every time she played drawing people into insanity, assassination attempts soon became a daily chore and it was only a matter of time before her unrealized magical influence led to her demise.