Angelica was only a few days old when her family abandoned her in the Mystic Mountains. One night, in the middle of a blizzard, she found her way into a cave with mysterious paintings in it. She went in, found it was perfectly warm, and curled up next to furry boulders. Except that they weren't boulders. They were bears. Bears who would stop at nothing to kill a rare Corrupted Angel. She received a nasty scar to her left eye and has used her hair to hide it ever since. She barely escaped alive and started staying in caves so tiny she could barely fit in them, much less a bear. She stayed like that for years, always moving, always cautious.

One day, she was caught in an avalanche. She wasn't able to resist, only be dragged down with the snow and ice. Angelica's left wing was torn and she was never able to fly again. Her life was saved when she tumbled into a mass of rocks, through a tiny opening, and into a space where she could breathe and not be swallowed up by the snow.

The next morning, she found herself surrounded by real boulders, tiny pebbles, and gemstones. The rocky igloo-ish thingy had saved her life, and she was eternally grateful. She has loved rocks ever since.

Several years later, civil war broke out amongst the citizens of Fricamé (freek-UH-may). Angelica had recently discovered healing crystals, so she traveled to Fricamé and joined the rebel side, taking on the role of Healer. She healed every single injured rebel and their side never lost any lives. She can heal anyone... except for herself. So if anyone ever fatally wounds her, she can do anything no matter how much she might want to.