Arabella

Arabella isn't a typical witch. She is actually someone who reincarnated in this world, a world ruled but swords and magic. She woke up in the middle of the Fairy Forest in another body after being killed by a burgler. Anyway, she spent 600 years alone in the forest to train to be the strongest that as ever put foot on this planet, and she succeeded. Now, she came to the empire to amuse herself and do things she never did before. So, here's her backstory for a little bit of context and more details: Seoyun has always been the ghost, the rejected. No one recognized her existence, and those who did often regretted not having ignored her, having passed by her without deigning to look at her. She was the outcast, the invisible girl with an aura that seemed to repel instead of attract. Maybe it was his appearance? Between her hooked nose, her big glasses, her hair so fine that it seemed like a disease and her body far too coated for the mentality of society, she was not acclaimed as a pretty girl. On the contrary, even. At school, her nickname was "the ugly one". Well, among the tens of hundreds of others commenting on her weight, on her face, on her hands, on her legs, on her hair or on the fact that she simply existed. Maybe it was his talents that were close to being non-existent? Seoyun was not good at anything. His drawings resembled the scribbles of a child, his song could be likened to that of an elephant in childbirth. His chubby fingers could do nothing, even to press the note of a piano. His feet were clumsy, his arms too weak. Maybe it was his personality? Seoyun was shy, very shy. She could not pronounce a sentence without stammering, without trembling. She couldn't hold her head high, look a person in the eye. She was anxious, insecure. Seoyun had no interest, no particular tastes. If we compared it with a spice, Seoyun would be flour. Perhaps it was these three factors that made her an unlovable person. Of his five siblings, Seoyun was the middle child. The one who inherited all the bad genes. No one stopped telling him. Each of them took their time every day to repeat it to him. The origin of all his nicknames came from them, whether it was the cow, the pig, the ugly one or even the whale. They had fun making his life a living hell. From morning to night, all night until sunrise. They stole her clothes, toys and objects only for her to find a few days later in a thousand pieces. They would secretly put salt in her meals until she threw it up, blaming all their nonsense on her. They destroyed his mattress, his clothes and all his possessions. What did the parents do, you ask? Nothing. They did nothing. The mere sight of Seoyun's face caused them to look out of control in disgust, pointing to each other's frowns and the corners of their mouths drooping. They avoided having any contact with her, they spoke to her only through the note of one of her brothers. They didn't even dare to call him by his first name. There was not a single memory of Seoyun where her parents looked at her, their eyes full of love and sincerity. As far as she knew, it was always the same expression. Her parents never raised a hand on her. For that, they had to pay attention to him. The one thing they never gave him. It was rejected. By his family, by his classmates, even by strangers. The attackers did not even want to target her. They avoided it like the plague. The children cried in front of her, the animals ran away. Seoyun's life was like this. Every day was a struggle, filled with sideways glances and whispered conversations she wasn't supposed to hear. Every day, she had to fight against words that were not intended for her, mockery that hurt her. Every day, she found her belongings destroyed. Every day, she simply dreaded getting up and walking around her house. Then, she found a job. It wasn't the nicest place, the easiest job, but that way she could escape from her miserable life. She spent her days running away, then barricading herself in her room. These escapades have valued her, allowed her to earn her own money. Thanks to her paycheck, she could buy anything she wanted: and that's how she first discovered video games. She bought herself a console and a game, an open-world fantasy RPG, and then locked herself in her room as usual. That's when everything changed. The world of video games has become his sanctuary, a vibrant escape from the gloom of his reality. She was free. She could modify her character at will, creating beautiful warriors or eccentric mages. She could become anything she wanted: an elf, a sorceress, or even a swordsman. She could level up, gain experience, possess powerful skills. There, Seoyun was not only seen; it was celebrated. She became Arabella, the fearless warrior leading her team to victory, the cunning mage whose spells could turn the tide of any battle. In these games, she found acceptance and admiration that eluded her in real life. His room, cluttered with posters and game figurines, was his kingdom, his empire. The soft hum of his console and the colorful glow of his monitor were the only constants in his life. Online, she had friends cheering her on, teammates who relied on her, and opponents who respected her prowess. These digital interactions, as fleeting as they were, gave her a sense of belonging that she dreamed of. Seoyun's heart suffered from a world where she was not just a player, but a valued person. She dreamed of freeing herself from the chains of her present existence, of finding a place, she was not the boring and useless Seoyun. It was a place where she could be herself, where she could laugh and cry until impossible hours. Finally, she felt happy. Even when her parents forced her to move, even though her siblings spent their time insulting her, even though her classmates harassed her. At last she had something to look forward to. But this little happiness came to an abrupt end. One day, while she was still playing on her computer, a noise rang out in her small apartment. However, she did not hear him, her headset on her head. It was only in a few seconds that the thief found his room and immediately attacked him with his weapon, a loaded rifle. Three bullets were enough to bring her down. Yet, even in the face of death's door, only one thing crossed his thoughts. Aahh... If I die, I hope I am no longer the hideous and incapable Seoyun. She did not struggle, cry, or scream. Seoyun just closed his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips. It was finally over. This miserable existence of continual suffering, of sad delusions that one day things would change for the better. Hopes that her family loves and appreciates her for who she is, the looks on her appearance. It was all over. Was she relieved? She didn't know it. Was she sad? No, certainly not. She knew that no one would dare show up at her funeral to mourn her. She was simply exhausted. However... His eyes still closed, the pain gradually dissipated. Her body seemed to float, as if she were crossing the universe on a soft cloud of cotton. Then, a smell went through his nostrils. A rich smell of earth and humidity that reminded him of a forest, as did a gentle breeze that made him cold. Confused, she frowned. Wasn't she dead?

This is the second one of a serie of the characters from the novel i am currently writing, so if you have any constructive critism about him, please let me know ! PS: she is the protagonist of my novel hehe Thank you, byebye !