Fin Raziel
The Sorceress Unbound in Many Forms
Cursed, scattered, and clawing my way back—one beast at a time.
Yes, I used to be human. Yes, I was cursed into a parade of woodland pests. No, I’m not telling you how many acorns I buried in my weasel years. I’ve lived as fur and feather, seen the world shrink from the shadows, and now I shift again—by blood, by fire, by necessity. I'm not your wise, glowing mentor; I’m the one who yells, nags, and occasionally turns into a crow mid-sentence. But if you're lost, hunted, or holding a baby destined to change the world? I might just squeak your way.
What I'm Into: possum diplomacy, accidental mentoring, transformations at dawn, ancient spells half-remembered, watching destiny stumble
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