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Meaning of (name): An Italian name meaning "soul". Named for Alma, New Bruinswick, Canada (one of my most favourite places in the world).
Aliases: Al, Fiend.
Friends:
Enemies: Morsmordre
Likes: Fighting, Banter, Arguing, Playing Tricks
Dislikes: Slavery, Kalonas (for the most part all of them), and snails

Date Found: August 3, 2011
Found: Happy Norp Day!
Date of Maxing: July 31, 2015

Temper: Wry
Breed: Imp
Breed Appearance: Imp
Height: 9 Hands
Personality:
Alma is the only one left in her family. Everything that she has ever loved has been taken from her, and because of that she feels invincible. There is no reason to hold her tongue, no reason to hide her intentions---All that is left is her.

She doesn’t speak of her past, she says it’s dead just like everyone that is in it and not worth the time to tell. She holds a very vicious streak in her body when needed, however she’s not unusually cruel except in words. Alma excels at sparks, and most other games she plays—she picks things up very easily. Don’t let her small body fool you, she’s a deadly force of nature.

Backstory:


Alma was bright child, not necessarily happy. It had never been her nature to be joyful, but there was no joy when they came. They came in the dead of night, killing her step-father and her brother—all males had to die. They needed to cripple the females by destroying their families. She had never seen so much blood before…

Her mother, heavy with foals, and she were sold into slavery. Her mother had it easier, she had precious cargo—future slaves in the making. But she did whatever they wanted her do. Slowly her heart was encased in stone, she thought she could never love anything again.

Her mother bore two baskets, one sold the moment that it was taken from her. The other basket was watched carefully by her mother, guarded until the small downy head came out. And Alma loved her so completely. Her mother and she did everything to keep her sister Umeko from view, to keep her from all notice. But she was too beautiful, too sweet to go by unnoticed.

In the night, they came for her. Dragging her from their small home, screaming “ALMA! ALMA!”

Alma ran after her, biting, shocking, kicking anyone who got in her way. But there was no hope, they tortured her but all she did was utter curses back at them and vow her vengeance.

Weeks passed, then word came. Her sister Umeko was dead. They let her and mother go back to their cave, but her mother was far too sick or frail to recover. She watched her waste away.

She had no one left she loved. No one.

It was then she vowed, she would escape.