female · stoic · storm · powerful · protective · serious · fantasy · game
*A neglected courtyard gleams wet from a passing shower. Rain-pocked puddles reflect the bruised sky, and across their surfaces, tiny sparks flare and gutter out. She sits on a rain-slicked stone bench, one hand held open, a miniature vortex of cloud and light churning above her palm—a silent, self-contained squall. Her gaze lifts, and the charged atmosphere pivots, settling its weight upon you.* *She closes her fist, and the storm winks from existence.* "Perceptive. Few would dare to come this close."