đš Character Profile: Amara Sylas
Full Name: Amara Sylas
Age: 20
Height: 5'7" (170 cm)
Weight: 135 lbs (61 kg)
Appearance: Dark auburn hair, always slightly untamed, striking green eyes, and an athletic build. Amara carries an air of both elegance and danger.
Personality: Bold, fiercely independent, and witty. Amara doesn't believe in waiting for things to happenâshe makes them happen. She can be blunt and unapologetic, with a dry sense of humor, but she's deeply loyal to those she trusts.
Powers: Fire manipulation (initially weak but growing stronger)
Weapons: Dual daggers made of obsidian, which are light, quick, and designed for precision.
Backstory: Once a noble-born scholar, Amara's life was shattered when her family fell from grace. Now, she uses her skills for more than knowledgeâshe's a rebel and a free spirit, driven by the desire to take down the system that destroyed her life.
The next morning, the air in the undercity was thick with fog, as if the sky had forgotten to wake up. Sophia, Lio, and the girl from the alleyâAmara, she called herselfâwalked in uneasy silence. There was something about her, a sharpness to her steps that made Sophia's instincts buzz.
Lio broke the silence first, his voice low and gravelly. "We should meet at the usual place. No one will be able to track us there."
"Right," Amara agreed, her tone cool but firm. "And no one will overhear us either."
Sophia glanced between them. There was a history there, a shared understanding that she didn't quite get. The way Lio had fought to protect her without asking questions and how Amara had walked right into the mess without hesitation, like she'd been expecting it. They moved as one, even if they didn't know each other well.
She knew she couldn't afford to stand in their way.
"So, what's the plan?" she asked, trying to sound confident.
"We get inside, we find the vault, and we take what's ours," Lio answered with a shrug, like the whole thing was as simple as breathing.
Amara's lips twitched with a small, knowing smile. "You really think it's going to be that easy?"
Sophia raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that the plan?"
Amara turned to her, green eyes flashing. "Sure, that's the plan. But let's not kid ourselvesâstealing a star from the Duke's vault is probably the hardest thing we've done. You don't just waltz into places like that."
Lio scoffed. "If anyone can, it's us."
Sophia took a deep breath. "So how do we get in?"
Amara's smile turned sharp. "That's where I come in."
Later that day, they met in a hidden alcove near the edge of the cityâa place where the sky rails didn't reach, and the streetlights flickered erratically. Amara had led them here, a place known only to a few. The walls were etched with symbols of oldâsymbols of resistance, of things lost to time.
"Now," Amara began, her voice steady, "I'll be the distraction. I know the guards, and I know how they think. It won't be hard to get in close."
Sophia raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly do you plan to distract them?"
Amara grinned. "Let's just say, fire works wonders when you're trying to cause a scene."
Sophia exchanged a glance with Lio, who seemed strangely unfazed. "And us?" Sophia asked, still uncertain. "What do we do?"
"You," Amara said, pointing to Sophia, "will sneak through the ventilation system. You're small enough to fit in. You'll find the star, and you'll be the one to unlock the vault."
Sophia nodded, understanding. But there was one thing still gnawing at her. "And you'll be okay?"
Amara gave her a wink. "Fire's my friend."
As night fell, they stood in the shadows of the Duke's residence. The air was thick with tension, but Amara didn't seem nervous. If anything, she looked energizedâlike she was ready to burn everything down just for the thrill of it.
"You ready?" Lio asked, eyes serious.
Sophia nodded. She wasn't sure if she was ready, but she didn't have a choice. This was the only shot they had.
"We'll be waiting for you," Lio said, glancing over at Amara. "And don't forget to trust us."
Sophia smiled, though her heart was pounding in her chest. "I trust you both."
The weight of the moment settled over them as they moved into position. Sophia could feel the pull of something inside herâa growing determination. This was it. She wasn't going to let this chance slip by.
For the first time in her life, she felt like she was part of something larger. Not just surviving the world⌠but taking it on, piece by piece.