Fire Emblem: Karima al-Zalara

Name: Karima al-Zalara
Class: Mage Trainee
Character Specific Skill: Center
Affinity: Water
Personal Fault: Darkening Sky - when under 50% HP, -15 Evasion
Personal Skill: Gathering Clouds - when over 50% HP, +10 Hit and Evasion
//Personal Skill: Lightning that Cracks the Earth - when wielding Thunder subcategory, +15 Hit
////Personal Skill: A Solid Sheet of Rain - during inclement weather, +2 DEF

Preferred stats: SKL, MAG

Weapon profs: Anima (E)

Level: 1
Total Level: 1

Progression spent: (330/330)

HP:  17 (70%)
STR:  2 (30%) (+2)
MAG:  5 (50%)
SKL:  4 (30%)
CON:  3
AID:  2
LCK:  2 (10%)
DEF:  0 (60%)
RES:  3 (10%)
SPD:  4 (70%) (+2)
MOV:  4

Trainee Level 2: +HP, STR, MAG, SKL, SPD
Trainee Level 3: +HP, SPD

Current stats:

HP:  19 (70%)
STR:  5 (30%)
MAG:  6 (50%)
SKL:  5 (30%)
CON:  3
AID:  2
LCK:  2 (10%)
DEF:  0 (60%)
RES:  3 (10%)
SPD:  8 (70%)
MOV:  4

Inventory:
Name        Type ()  RNG MT WT CR Hit QL
Fire        Fire (E) 1-2 4  7  0   85 32/40
Vulnerary (3/3)

Special:
Center
Passive Effect
At the start of the player phase, this character recovers HP equal to their Strength stat (5).

Battle Stats (Fire):
AT: 10
Hit: 96
AS: 4
Eva: 10
Crt: 2
DG: 2

Bio:
Fourth of six children and older of two daughters, Karima was born in the Sultanate of Masjay. She follows a line of descent from some of the first Ghilman that broke off from the Saqqaf Caliphate hundreds of years ago, the very founders of the city of Zalara itself - or so her father claims. He was only a mediocre weaponsmith and a much better weapon merchant, but he had always been proud of his bloodline; she merely found it amusing - where nobles talked of noble blood, where Caliphs talked of the blood of the Second Prophet, she had slave blood in her through and through. But she supposed if she looked at it differently, it was that she descended from a line of warriors. And they had turned into nobility by force of arms, and perhaps that made all the difference.

To her father's eternal disappointment, she turned out to be a wild child, with her own unsupervised ideas, following in her elder brothers' footsteps even when and where she was not supposed to follow. It was partially his own fault. He had allowed her too much freedom, had been slack on drilling into her the virtues of obedience and subservience to father and future husband and - well, it hardly mattered what he had done wrong, other than the times where he would tell her all this in exasperation and impress upon her that she was making him a fool to their neighbors.

So her childhood passed. She loved her father, and she knew he loved her as well, too much to change the young woman she had become. When she eventually asked to study magic at the academy, he said the same thing he always had:

"Fine. But don't give your sister any ideas."

She had expected her magical schooling to pass uneventfully. It was boring work to her, all ink and theoretical notions, nothing like the physical act of harnessing and controlling power, to will the wind and fan the flames.

It was not magic that drove them out of Masjay, but religion.

Sometimes, she considered how contradictory her father was. For someone who placed so much emphasis on blood, he denied the Caliph's authority and his leadership, things all built on the blood that flowed in the Caliph's veins. For someone who frowned on her for having ideas, for failing to conform entirely within the mold she had been born into, he had radical ideas himself.

Ideas like leaving Masjay to find a new community that would accept these ideas and let them fully take root. There was already a large minority of similar thinkers in Masjay, separate as it was from the Caliphate, but who could predict how far Masjay's fortunes could further decline in the next few decades? Who could predict what areas the Caliphate would decide to take back under their control if Sultan Karim's reforms should fail?

She left Masjay with the rest of her family, to seek refuge in Alife. She resumed her studies, and continued to be drawn outside and into the field instead of staying in the classroom. She saw no better place to draw upon the energies of nature than in nature itself.

Now they say Prince Jan has returned. Her father pores over weapon orders and smiles. He has connections enough, and she has friends in academia who have friends in high places. She is sure that this would-be king can most likely be convinced to take her on. She wonders, if this prince is installed on the throne of Aen, will Aen's war with Masjay cease? Does she want it to? Does she have loyalty still to a kingdom her family abandoned? Or instead, perhaps this prince will have enough influence and power afterwards to let her pull strings - enough to somehow give her what her father wants, or what she wants - if she knows what she wants at all.

She is going to ask her father if she can join this foreign prince and fight for his cause. And she knows he will say the same thing he always has.

tl;dr: mage for hire, praise so'ab, don't praise the caliph i guess