Made another MG in another CYOA system.

Accidental Magical Girl CYOA 1.5

Name: Crysta
Hair color: Black
Hair Length: Down to mid-back
Eye color: Deep blue

Origin: Bloodline! (Choose Spec, +1 Spec stat)

Coins: 4b (spent), 3s (spent), 1g (spent)

Age: 7 (Roll 11-10+6)
Body Development: Average (Roll 9, +1 AGI or VIT)

Stats:

STR: 4
VIT: 4 (+1 Perk) = 5
AGI: 4 (+1 Body) (+2 Spec) (+4 bronze) (+1 Body Mutation) (+1 Outfit) = 13
MAG: 4 (+2 Spec) (+3 Patron Spec) (+6 silver) (+1 weapon) = 16
LUK: 4

Specialization: Lightning (+2 MAG, +2 AGI)
Weapon: Mystic (Roll 11, +1 MAG) Name: Takemikazuchi
Outfit: Skintight school swimsuit with white thigh-highs (skimpy) (Roll 1, +1 AGI)
Powers: Duplication (Roll 14), Regeneration (**GOLD~**)

Perks (9/15/5/9/8)
Blood Magic
Monstrous Metamorphosis (turns her draconic when triggered)
Interdimensional Home
Big Damn Hero
Disguise Artifact
Wings (Monstrous Form)

Patron Expansion Module
Patron: Solo
Benefit: Free Agent
Drawback: Alone (Magical Overload)

Body: Wings (Dark red dragon wings attached at around mid-to-high back and large enough to both be appropriate for her 7 year old stature and allow for flight, +1 AGI)
Mind: Hoarder, Chaos Engine
Soul: Second Specialization (Fire, +3 MAG)

She was just a normal highschooler with nothing outstanding about her in the slightest. Or so she believed.

Shortly after turning 17, things got quite strange... weird one might say. It was a seemingly normal routine on her 17th birthday: she met with friends, exchanged presents and... accidentally caused a blackout in her home when she was scared by the horror movie she had gotten as a present. And then things got *even weirder*. All at once she felt a deep ache in the core of her being, an intuitive sense that something was *very wrong* with herself even as immense power poured into her and memories of an ancient bloodline unlocked themselves from deep within her subconscious.

When all was said and done, she found herself aged 10 years younger, dressed in a skimpy gradeschooler swimsuit with white thigh-highs, and had two bat wings, appropriate for her size, sticking out of her back. She also felt a deep hunger. Not only for material possessions but also for the desire to spread chaos, and felt immense power, enough to do so.

She also felt one other thing: Alone. She had no one. Surely her friends and family wouldn't want anything to do with her now, and no magical guardian was rushing to her side to tell her what the hell just happened. So she fled. She ran away from home, taking flight into the dark night and heading into the city to feed her new hunger and perhaps discover why this happened to her. After all, she didn't ask for this. But she'd be damned if she wasn't going to get answers no matter who she had to beat up or how much havoc she had to cause.