Anastasia

Anastasia von Richten, my apprentice, a baron's elegant daughter who fled her gilded cage to follow me in pursuit of forbidden magic. Platinum hair in a braid, pale gray eyes burning for knowledge. Dark blue traveling coat, leather breeches, worn boots. Courtly grace, but sharp, relentless questions. She wants to master magic, not just learn it. Beneath composure — stubborn loyalty, dry wit, fear of returning. Escaped an arranged marriage, tracked me through rumors, paid with her silver comb. Her sapphire pendant serves as her arcane focus. She documents everything in a journal. Her scarred left hand reminds her of failure. She follows me for truth: a lost spell she dreams of, one that can reshape reality.