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Margarite was born the second daughter of a middle-class family in New London. Her father worked for one of the remaining businesses in administration, and her mother worked part-time in a local clothing store. They didn’t have too much to worry about, but they fretted anyway. They worried about money, they worried about race, they worried about society. Up until the age of twelve, Margarite had the upbringing that might be expected from someone in her situation. But she was a child that always seemed distracted by something. She frustrated the teachers at school by being unable to give her full attention to any one thing. Her strange dreams and distractions become increasingly persistent, leading to severe cases of deja vu and even to waking dreams. Margarite saw people and places long lost to history. Through friends, her parents found out about a doctor that could help, a psychiatrist with a new form of treatment. As Margarite violently refused any other form of treatment, they let him take her away. Margarite was taken to meet the small clutch of Osirians who lived in New London, and her past lives awakened. At their behest, she studied with them for a few years, learning who and what she was, learning to cope with what she was and how to reconcile all her past lives with the one she was living in the present. Her parents was given regular status reports, told everything was going well and allowed to visit her every month. As Margarite learned to control her memories and her magicks, she learned to appear more human and normal to mundane eyes and so appeared to be getting better. When she was fourteen and against the advice of her mentors, she left their company and went home, declining to go back to school and instead finding herself a job in a burger bar. Her parents were surprised at the change in their daughter, but happy she was ‘well’ again, even if she did seem even more distracted and scattered brained than before.

She’d been working there for just over a year when Asarte, an old flame, found her way back into her life. They spent several nights sitting up, talking long and hard. But it was clear that the passion was still in their relationship, and so one day Margarite moved in with her.
It was another three years before Asarte convinced Margarite to quit her job at the burger place, always at something of a loss to understand why she chose to work such long hours for minimum wage in such an unpleasant environment, no matter how many times Margarite tried to explain it to her. ‘The important thing about learning,’ she’d say, ‘is always finding new ways of doing it’. She’d learnt not only how to make dozens of different deep fried and grilled snacks, work three different types of till, fiddle her break times and meal allowance to get as much out of them as possible and everything else that long-term fast food employees learn, she’d also learnt to predict human behaviour, how to rest her mind and body when it was not needed and use the energy for when it was, how to keep four or five different thought processes alive and running simultaneously, how to allow her mind and body to act independently and a host of other skills. She also learnt new ways to use her magick to subtly influence people, such as convincing them to opt for the meal upgrade that would earn her points towards her bonus, calming down the angry, drunken fights that always seemed to break out at night, showing those who had lost all hope that there was still some left in the world, and having her kitchen orders to the staff obeyed without question or confusion.

Several years later, she still lives with Asarte and works in New London’s library, helping people find books, helping them find hope, and helping them find themselves.