‘Hurricane’
*VERY WIP

“The brightest thunderbolt is elicited from the darkest storm.”

Name: ‘Hurricane’

Age: 21

Race: Human

Culture: Valkyian

Sexuality: Sapphic, uninterested in romance.

Appearance

‘Hurricane’ wears a heavy linen cloak, now stained. It’s unclear what they wear under the cloak, as their arms and body are usually obscured by it. Little glimpses suggest they wear simple black clothes that lean towards a combative look/nature, and gloves conceal their hands. They don’t seem well put together, and don’t care for many formalities. Still, there’s a reserved kindness beyond the immediate glance over.

Most importantly, ‘Hurricane’ wears a wooden mask. Most of the mask’s shape is owed to the bark clinging to it’s surface, with two pieces of torn bark sticking up awkwardly at the top. Thin white felt covers the eye sockets of the mask, allowing ‘Hurricane’ to see with some limitations.

Story

TBD

Relations &
Thoughts

Olivier

An odd woman. I find myself growing far more indebted to her as time passes.
Bug…

Amicia

The girl has her head on straight, and her heart in the right place.
Your curiosity may get you killed.

Petrus

Smart, seemingly powerful. If she trusts you, then you can't be that bad.
I'm not sure I'm right for the job...

Helara

Just as generous as the rest of the spire. Similarly odd.
Strange choice for a meal.