Playing with a new character

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Mikas Rowe’s mother always said that his red hair would lead him astray, and until the day he left her house, she made him keep it shaved close to his scalp in hopes it would grow out dark. It never did.

Once Mikas went so far as to try transforming it as it grew—another thing she found troublesome in him; that skill for magic.

That was how he learned that casting a transformative spell on flesh and blood caused so much pain that the results could not be anticipated. The scarlet blossoms had faded first; but the thorny vines lingered for weeks, cat-scratching his face and ears and forcing him to wear spectacles at all times, lest he blind himself.

So no transformation spells cast on living things. Though, theoretically, transformation spells cast on other people—well, their pain wouldn’t distract your focus, would it?

Those were the types of thoughts his mother blamed on his red hair.

For most of his life, she persisted in thinking him on the ever-teetering cusp of villainy.