My name is Aira. My mother gave me this name because one day before I was born, in the clearest of all nights the world ever had seen, my mother had a vision in her sleep of an angel telling her that her child, I, am the chosen one.
From this night on, my mother hoped that the angel, visiting her all those years ago, was real and not just a demon in disguise.
She really hoped it wasn't a demonic blessing brought to me, after all, a clever girl as cute as me with my large blue eyes, honey like skin, shoulder long ashe blonde hair and a height of just about 5,2 feet who is genuinely attractive for both, man and woman, can't be blessed by a demonic beast, right?
A Sentimental Value
This flail once belonged to my father, in his free time, he used to play a game he himself invented called "darts".
But now without father or mother left, I have to take it with me for my own protection, even known my strongest weapon is my sharp mind and Charme.
A sharp mind maybe will help me hunt for food but my Charme won't.