Fire Emblem: Ghamina Al-Ghul

Name: Ghamina Al-Ghul
Class: Performer Trainee
Character Specific Skill: Miracle
Affinity: Anima
Personal Fault: Scars Immaterial: -15 eva after performing a male character.
Personal Skill: Aria of the Desert: +15 eva after performing a female character.

Preferred stats: LUK, SPD

Weapon profs: None

Level: 1
Total Level: 1

Progression spent: (330/330)

HP:  15 (70%)
STR:  2 (00%)
MAG:  2 (55%)
SKL:  2 (55%)
CON:  3
AID:  2
LUK:  5 (50%)
DEF:  1 (20%) (+2)
RES:  3 (20%) (+2)
SPD:  5 (60%)
MOV:  4

Trainee Level 2: +HP, SKL, LUK, DEF, RES
Trainee Level 3: +HP, MAG, SKL, LCK, SPD

Current stats:

HP:  17 (70%)
STR:  2 (00%)
MAG:  3 (55%)
SKL:  4 (55%)
CON:  3
AID:  2
LUK:  7 (50%)
DEF:  4 (20%)
RES:  6 (20%)
SPD:  6 (60%)
MOV:  4

Inventory:
Name        Type ()  RNG MT WT CR Hit QL
Vulnerary (3/3)

Special:
Miracle
Passive Effect
If an attack against this character would reduce them to 0 HP, there is a (Luck*2)% chance that they will survive with 1 HP. This skill will not activate if you are at 1 HP already.

Special: Perform
Activated Effect
Through Song or Dance, grant 1 adjacent ally an additional turn this round.

Battle Stats (None):
AT: -
Hit: -
AS: 6
Eva: 19
Crt: -
DG: 7

Bio:
Ghamina Al-Ghul was a slave.
She was raised as a slave, in the Sultanate of Masjay. She sang for the bloated mountain that was her master, a powerful noble in the upper courts named Sarrad Al-Yia. She grew, knowing neither her parents, or much of the world aside the noble's own small court. Only what the other slaves told her let her know about the outside world, and it filled her with a restless determination - one day, she'd walk the world a free woman.

Al-Yia was a cruel man - or just uncaring, perhaps, of the human qualities of slaves. She was one of his favourite pieces to sing for him - she had magic in her voice, and it refilled the fat man's energy to hear her sing. She had gained a small amount of fame - occasionally her master would show her off. Her voice was high and clear, and her beauty was unmarred. There was just one problem.

She would not smile when commanded to. One night, after being in his cups, the master lost patience, and carved the edges of her mouth into a ghastly grin, remarking that she could still sing wearing a veil.

Ghamina had a - well, to call it an affair would not be quite right. A courtship, perhaps, with her master's son - he favoured her, and she liked him, and enjoyed his company. Perhaps he loved her, a little. He was horrified at what happened to her. The lord's sun organised her escape, and with his assistance she fled to the Free City of Alife, to a contact of the lord's son - the Fool's Prince, Jan of Aen. She is resolved to assist any way she can, if it will end in the destruction of Masjay - but she'll settle for just Al-Yia's.