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TEMPEST — she/her, ripple colony member
↳ attack in #a39dbb or @ this account
↳ may start fights | will de-escalate | won't kill
↳ non-violent and healing actions may be powerplayed
↳ please contact me on discord for plots and interactions!
✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ — wisdom
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ — charisma
✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ — resilience
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ — volatility
✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ — spirituality
↳ may start fights | will de-escalate | won't kill
↳ non-violent and healing actions may be powerplayed
↳ please contact me on discord for plots and interactions!
tba, placeholders
✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ — strength
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ — dexterity
✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ — endurance
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ — climbing
✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ — fighting
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ — hunting
✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ — intelligence✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ — strength
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ — dexterity
✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ — endurance
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ — climbing
✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ — fighting
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ — hunting
✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ — wisdom
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ — charisma
✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ — resilience
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ — volatility
✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ — spirituality
I. A violent windy storm.
II. The eye of a world. She watches in silence as everything breathes around her, letting them pass her presence even the stars can see and admire far from her; how she is full of life, a sapphire heart, strength beneath her skin. Salt and ashes will lick her flesh, tear across sweet edges and wear her skeleton, but she will not flinch. She bears more than the Dead Sea, the Milky Way in their eyes and veins. These aches in her tell stories of how she had rose, and fell, and lived nevertheless. Can you not see? She is the storm with a name of courage, courage, courage. Born with a silver crafted heart beats louder than the chorus of thousands seraphim, lights in great glory no suns can ever give only spill from her mouth, somewhere holy despite the blood from wars and conflicts that lives in it, ready to make the rivers run red. Oh, how it tastes like her victory.
II. The eye of a world. She watches in silence as everything breathes around her, letting them pass her presence even the stars can see and admire far from her; how she is full of life, a sapphire heart, strength beneath her skin. Salt and ashes will lick her flesh, tear across sweet edges and wear her skeleton, but she will not flinch. She bears more than the Dead Sea, the Milky Way in their eyes and veins. These aches in her tell stories of how she had rose, and fell, and lived nevertheless. Can you not see? She is the storm with a name of courage, courage, courage. Born with a silver crafted heart beats louder than the chorus of thousands seraphim, lights in great glory no suns can ever give only spill from her mouth, somewhere holy despite the blood from wars and conflicts that lives in it, ready to make the rivers run red. Oh, how it tastes like her victory.
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