The Legend of Rayola the Deathless

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After about the tenth time she died, Rayola started to think that maybe she didn't come out quite right, even by supernatural standards. Of course, the pale white skin and hair, plus the blazing orange eyes might have been a clue and it was getting harder and harder to blend in. To top it all off, she has no memory of who she was and there's an incredibly suspicious, snarky voice in her head making quips about her life choices. Even worse was the inability to sleep.

At first, she thought that maybe she was just an overly messed up zombie or even a vampire! But she was proven wrong time and time again... there were too many inconsistencies and it made her uneasy. The final straw was the issue with her own identity. At first she was okay with being her own brand-new person, but as more and more ghosts of her past started to slowly catch up, she had no choice but to set off on a journey...

A journey to discover who she once was, and to find out what had happened to her. It was for no noble cause but merely one for personal salvation. And yet, her actions leaves behind a legend in her wake that would echo across the lands for ages to come.