Marigold

Name: Marigold (Former name: "None of your business.")
Age: mid to late twenties
Species: Human with magic ("It's supressed though,")
Occupation: Hunter ("I'm not the best but I can get some good meat and pelts with what I catch.")

Backstory:
A former slave that has been sacrified by their owners to save their skin. It's been 3 years and some months since then and though Marigold (a name she's chosen for herself since... well, lucky), and so far she's been surviving on her own. Travelling as a hunstman and bringing in some food to trade with people she comes past. She doesn't know how she became a slave. Only hints and peices resurfacing from her memory. But she doesn't dwell on it... or at least, tries not to. The past is in the past and Marigold is still trying to survive the wilderness even if she's marginally better than when she started. Sure there's the occasional fantasy of finding a relative one day but who can say. The only thing she reckons that can help her is her magic and that's not much in such a world. And speaking of magic... she's very unsure on what it even is. The magical shackles on her arms seem to be hindering whatever magical output she can make so until that's broken, she can't ever know her magic.