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[attr="id","cerberuscol"]AMARI VON AEGIR

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[attr="id","cerberuscol"]we all have two lives. the second one starts...

The von Aegirs true to their namesake, have always made their home close to the sea. Aquos witches they were, with the secret to life at their fingertips. Water was flexible, you see. You can be a talented healer, and sew your open wounds with only liquid at your disposal, or you could use it to freeze the blood in your opponents, only leaving a still body in your wake.
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Their family took pride in being fluid. A war family they were, not quite warmongers but close enough, as least in the eyes of the people and public. Long time supporters of Cerberus, they were often summoners as well. It was only natural to take on something that was so prestigious. So powerful, that it could single-handedly turn the tides of battle. In the generation of the Great War came both unmatched heroism and also great atrocities; a sacrifice that was deemed necessary for the greater good.
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It was a path that the von Aegirs took without hesitation; for Cerberus's sake.
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Amari's path to being a witch, however, was fraught with trials and tribulations. His familiar was a wolf, with snapping jaws and ferocity to match. There were violent outbursts of mana everywhere. Ice on the halls of their mansion, a pack of wolves summoned in fury, with claws leaving deep gouges in the walls of their childhood room. A war inlaid within a witch's body, battle of minds. Amari had a vicious familiar. Alecto was their name, and they would not submit to Amari's will. Amari would fight with her familiar for six years.

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...when we realize we only have one

It happens gradually; slowly. First, it was the feeling of being watched. Amari saw flickers at the edge of their vision. Held their mother's hand just a little tighter. Then it was notes, cryptic and threatening.
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Amari's father, a calm and reassuring man, went pale at the word Hydra.
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They moved away from the sea.
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Amari missed the salty spray of the ocean. Instead, they found the Vulcan Highlands oppressive and overbearing. But in the very least, it was safe. The notes stopped, and it seemed like life had returned to normal.
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In the terrain of the mountains, Amari found that it was a suitable place to train, with their familiar still wholly wild and uncontrollable, no contract signed with a true name quite yet.
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When they are sixteen, they wake up to the smell of smoke. Heat burns at their hands when they turn the handle. When the door opens, the mansion is filled with red hot flames that no amount of water could quench. Surely, he must have died and gone to hell?
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But hell is empty, and all the devils are here.
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Blood, fire, and ice.
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Not much is known about what happens that night, but Amari comes out barely alive. Their parents and siblings do not. Alecto finally submits that night, but Amari only says too late.
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The house of von Aegir falls, leaving only a ruined heir. [break]

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