Name: Bracha Novack
Race: Varangian (Shh, don't tell)
Age: 15
Rank: Conceptualist
School of Magic: Varangian
Appearance: 
She dyes her hair black, as her parents taught her, and wears specially fashioned thick-rimmed glasses to draw attention away from her eyes. She keeps her hair long, so to hide her human-like ears and have people who notice her eyes perhaps think she is of elven decent. She generally wears a gray tunic with black leggings and thin leather moccasins.
Personality: Bracha is a smart girl, but she keeps to herself. Plagued with a prey-like fear of being found out, she is always terribly nervous and unwilling to get close to others. She has many nervous habits, including biting her nails and picking at wounds till they scar. When she is forced to interact with others, she is nauseatingly nice and lacks many social skills such as understanding sarcasm.
History: Bracha's father was a part of the war for the Varangians. He saw many horrors in the time he spent fighting for his people, and as he fought he began to question the reasonableness of their fight. He knew that they were mistreated and at risk for death, but he couldn't help hoping there was another way. Many rejected him, calling him a traitor to his people, so he ran off with his, still supportive, wife.
The two of them colored their hair and tried to blend in outside of their country. They were found out at times, and ran off. When their new child was born with beautiful purple hair, they had to snatch her away from the midwife before she killed her. With Bracha in tow they found a small village to settle down in, filled mostly with elves who didn't question their eye colors.
Bracha was taught meditation and ancient calming techniques that her father had learned after leaving his country. He felt that the Varangians could learn to master their rage, and that it was something that came about from lack of discipline. Bracha has never gone into Red Moon Rage in all her 15 years.
Bracha learned of her history from her father, and grew a desire to find out why her people were born. She heard of the Institute from a passing salesman and begged her parents to allow her to go. She had been taught all they knew about hiding themselves from others, and he knew she would not be deterred. She also knew that she was another mouth to feed, the oldest of three children, and that it was hard for them to care for them all.
So she set off on her own, traveling by caravan, to The City of Knowledge.
Skills: Red Moon Rage, though she has never entered that state. She also is skilled with herbs and berries, knowing combinations that attach firmly to hair and dye them various colors.