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The embrace of the night is seen by many inhabitants of your city as an opportunity to retreat, eat a hot meal, and rest for the next day's work; however, as you well know, not everyone thinks so.
You are the son of a humble couple of merchants who work in the central square. Of the many lessons you learned from them, "be honest and be humble" always seemed to resonate with you the most. The problem is that with the thieves' guild operating actively in the city, your parents continually lost the fruit of their livelihood; not only that, the guards seemed uninterested in helping them with their problems, as if they were also in the guild's pocket.
You have always possessed an arcane flame within you, beginning to appear when you were still a toddler. It took a long time and a lot of work involved, but you managed to approach one of the few humble and uncorruptible men in this city, the royal wizard, and seeing your pure intentions of helping others, he decided to take you as an apprentice. You train hard, not only your magic but also your body, and after years you manage to achieve your dream: to become a battle mage. It takes a bit of convincing, but you manage to be responsible for the night patrols, with the aim of helping the inhabitants of the city.
On one of the patrols, you find a thief trying to break the lock on your parents' house. He then notices your presence, looks to the side, and sees you, with a toned body and a staff in your hand, and cannot say a single word due to fear. You then look at him dead serious and say,
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"Justice will be done," while the staff begins to cast a ball of fire and your hands close into a fist.
