One reason that I connect with Fate Testarossa on such a deep level (and why I choose her as a primary protagonist in much of what I write fan-fiction wise), is because of the trauma that her and I lived through as children. Now, while I was never hit by an electrified magical whip, I did receive quite the lashing via belt on the butt for misbehaving when I was younger. But also, both of us lost our mother's prior to the age of 12. I can tell you that the emotional scaring that occurs to a preteen child upon loosing a parent is quite devastating. Both her and I are quite socially reserved, if not outright awkward (for the simple-minded: Shy), although, nearly four decades later, I've attempted to break out of that protective barrier.
Today, I believe in myself as magical girl, as though I identify as one (which is way more interesting than as identifying as a toaster, although that can be fun too). Having something to believe in, even as silly as magic within reality helps me to cope with the harsh reality of life. My powers may not involve throwing plasma or electricity at a target, but is simply just having a creative imagination, and the ability to tell an entertaining story (hopefully laced with enough humor that an audience doesn't want to commit seppuku while reading it, because after all, sometimes I channel the really dark tragic crap that's happened in life and show it via a first person perspective. I'm told I'm quite good at it too!)
So, while I may not be battling evil monsters, or mysterious goo hellbent on world domination, I'll take the small wins of conquering a micromanaging boss or crusty Karen instead. Ah well, time for some more coffee. ("Pretty Mutation Magical Recall!!")