Name: Rae Taylor, previously Rian

Age: 24

Occupation: Unemployed, unless you count occasionally doing card tricks or simple scams on passers by.

Background/Personality/Appearance: Rae is of average height in this new world and her long hair retains its natural blonde colour. She still likes the colour green and practical clothes and rarely dresses up – she doesn’t have anywhere to go, really. She can also still run pretty fast, though she has less reason to.

 Her background is a muddled mess – her mother and brothers genuinely care about her and insist that she belongs with them. They tell her the story of her life over and over, but she still can’t remember more than a few months back. Nothing before that seems right no matter how many times she’s told of it. Even her name tastes wrong when she introduces herself. Instead there are flashes of nonsensical memories. The screams as guards carved a scar into her wrist, the bright smiles and lies told to faces she still sees in the street. A life where everyone was shorter, or taller, colours were brighter, magic was real, she had more names than hands and she walked everywhere under a sky that makes the one she sees now seem dark and drained of life. Ironically, in that life she could convince almost anyone to believe her lies, but in this one no one will listen to her truth. Because the number of people who back away confused when she recognises them and the diagnoses of a thousand doctors mean nothing to her in the end; her memories are real.

 Naturally, her insistence that no one in Middleton is from this world and they’ve all lost their true memories meets with a lot of scepticism. She is sent to regular sessions with a psychologist and hates them, especially when they make her doubt herself. The constant pity and confusion she’s subjected to hurts her – she’s bitter and melancholy, but can’t stop herself reaching out to those she recognises. This never ends well and makes her retreat further into her shell. She no longer has to use lies to protect herself, as her family looks after their poor confused daughter, and the falsities taste sour now.

 She is often found sitting by herself, watching the crowd or sunk in thought. Her movement is more awkward than it used to be, as she can remember being shorter and stouter. She’s provided for without a job but sometimes she still sets up a table and swindles anyone who stops out of a few pounds – sometimes it’s for spending money, sometimes it’s just because she needs to interact sometimes it’s because playing the teasing thief who can’t be touched brings back memories.

((Again, if anyone strongly objects to Rian remembering I’ll change it.))