So, I had 53 points over all, then the 5 for the special mention, and then 5 as mentioned by Rune on Discord- so, 63, in total. Could I allocate 50 towards Castor, an uber grab bag ability related to thievery of some sort? And then 13 to Olga, dealer's choice! I am honestly fine with whatever for her.

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[/googlefont] East they told her, and east she went. Obviously. There wasn’t a rebellious bone in Olga, not when it suited her to be as pliant as any soldier. Obey and do, and so she did, at least when it was the Academy directing her. Never bite the hands that feeds you. Luckily, there wasn’t much...

[/googlefont] What is a dream? Well, Olga thinks, a dream is an expression of the sleeping mind, not that she believes in the subconscious versus the conscious mind. But, she is dreaming. Oh, she’s dreaming - that’s never been clearer to her. No, that’s not true. Remember? I said it before, Olga wo...

[/googlefont] Oh, what to do, what to do. Olga thinks about sand. She thinks about life on a different planet. She thinks about three suns, no two, and nine moons. Less moons? More? She isn’t sure. There are a million ways to dream up a planet. You have to start at the beginning. Olga is at the cen...

[/googlefont] “My name is Olga. I’m never ashamed.” The thing was, Olga realized, that beauty wasn’t enough. Everyone seemed to have it. There wasn’t any monopoly on beauty, was the thing. There might have been, if there’d been a god or primal of beauty, but there wasn’t. Nobody owned it, and so it...

[/googlefont] Ask anyone, and they’ll tell you a single truth: life’s a game, and sometimes, if you want to win, you have to cheat. Olga walked the streets of Paris. No, sorry, wrong world, wrong time. She’d walk Paris, one day, but not now, not here, because she was dreaming of the world she knew....

[/googlefont] Olga looks above at a sky the color of a dead computer screen. She looks at you. Everything becomes second-person, limited. You, yes, you. You’re on your computer sitting on your couch and you're dictating the life of a woman who isn’t you, and you’re doing so poorly. All of this is i...

[/googlefont] Two gods, enjoying a light lunch. “So, we’ve decided that she won’t be unhappy.” “She will,” one said, “But she won’t be unhappy all the time. It’s boring.” “Overdone.” “A trope.” “Agreed,” the other says, “On all counts. It’s a bad thing, to make someone and then to make them unhappy...