[X] You grew up resolute, but melancholic. You didn't choose the body you were born with, but you could choose what did with it. You learned to accept it by treating it as a fate dealt to you, a burden to carry.
[X] Esteemed mestre Salt-Upon-Wounds tips the scales. You will become a part of his expansive menagerie, a subject of sorcerous experiments and research, but also a student of his magic.
[X] The poison in you. It takes strongest poisons to make you feel even a bit nauseous. You never get sick or hungover and can eat about anything. Your blood, once shed, burns like acid, vicious enough to eat through iron. Your skin is the bright purple of the lilac flowers.
[X] The cold in you. The coldest gales barely chill you, and even a thin dress keeps you warm in the depth of winter. You are always cold in touch, and if you strain yourself, you can turn your touch ice-like, cold enough to give ice-burns. Your skin is the pale blue of clear ice.
[X] Lannista Winter-Arrives-Early tips the scales.You will become a part of her gladiator school, to eventually fight and bleed on her famous arena. You will be taught how to become a warrior, how to hold yourself in combat and how to die a contender's death.
[X] You grew up brave, but overconfident. You took your mother's advice to heart. You didn't want to be afraid of yourself, so you played up bravery whenever you were afraid you'd hurt someone.
[X] The fire in you. You have to hold your hand inside a bonfire for minutes on end to receive even a minor burn. With a little bit of focus, you can ignite whatever you are touching, as long as it can catch flame. Your skin is the deep red of fire-bricks.