Renata Bozkurt

[Renata Bozkurt]

Renata Bozkurt

Age  37

Gender  Female

Origin  Devahni

Occupation  Trying to figure out what else she's good at other than magic

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”​

― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar​

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A sorcerer no more, Renata's name was once whispered throughout all of Ilica for her incredible magical feats. She had been mentored by the great Wizard Emeril, known for his own lengthy history in Lapvona and Altalusia. A precocious child, there was no doubt that Renata was a savant. She was gifted in ways witnessed only once a millennium. Everyone believed that Renata would have continued to do many, many more great things.

But then one day, Renata woke up and was unable to weave. There was no curse, no battle to the death with a big bad demon lord that demanded she make the ultimate sacrifice, not even a curious sickness or any warning. She woke up, not knowing how to weave when she tried. Before, she could make the unbelievable happen with the snap of her fingers or the flick of her tail. Now, there was nothing—only an emptiness in her mind and soul.