Lucille Vougar - Small town genius wishing for an escape.

Your name is Lucille Vougar, the daughter of a Blacksmith. You're young, short and have a messy head of red hair. you sit alone when not learning in the church or doing chores. This is because, being a small girl with unique hair for the town of Feyrides, you inevitably get bullied.

Which is why, right now, one of them is sitting on top of you.

"If yeh keep screamin' ah'll pit yer face in the mud 'til no bubbles come out! Quit yer squirmin'!"

Mara held your hair in a tight grip as you lay face down in the mud. You hated her, you hated how she was larger than you, stronger than you, faster than you... but not smarter.

And that's what she used as an excuse to hurt you.

Mara's head lackey, Wendel giggled. "Try it anyway, Mara!"

She wouldn't dare get mud on her. She was from the richest family, and stood by Mara's side because seeing Mara bully her way about was fun. None of it was fun to you.