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I am Amaranth, witch of the wilds. Through shadow and legend I walk, haunting mortals like you. So... Are you a vulture , I wonder? A scavenger poking amidst a corpse whose bones have been long since cleaned? Or merely an intruder, come into this darkspawn filled page of mine in search of... a bio?

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The cold air of Red Harbor bit at Neaera's skin. Normally she could keep herself quite warm, but the sun was not out and she was not about to use her precious saved energy to warm herself. Red Harbor was a dangerous place, doubly so after dark. Not really the place you would expect to find a kid like Nee, but she wanted to find the Saints. No, she needed to find the Saints. She had only met one, but he had single-handedly convinced her that joining the Saints was the next step in her budding crimefighting career. Of course actually joining the Saints was proving to be a great deal harder than making up her mind. The Saint had been vague about where to find them. Security reasons probably. Nee watched her breath puff out as she made her way down a disused sidewalk. Her jacket was old and offered little protection from the late winter's chill. The girl shivered again as she passed an alley and looked to cross a deserted street.

"Hey, girl! Where do you think you're going?" That's rather cliched. A hand grabbed her upper arm and yanked her into the alley she had passed. Gotta get better at paying attention, even if it's near freezing. Nee's eyes adjusted to the unlit alley after a few moments so she could get a look at her harassers. Both men were bundled up, but didn't show any signs of gang affiliation. Er, not that Nee could recognise signs of gang affiliation but whatever. "What do you want?" Nee defiantly stared up at the two men.

"Anythin' you got." The man on the right smiled devilishly and Nee thought she caught the glint of a blade.
"Well-" Neaera channeled a part of what power remained into her fist and launched it, flaming, at the man on the right. It impacted on his chest, tossing him stumbling backwards into unconsciousness and leaving his jacket smouldering. The other man hastily swung at Neaera, who ducked and countered with an (unpowered) punch of her own. The man blocked her untrained strike with one arm and grabbed her other, pulling the girl off balance. Struggling to yank free of the man's strong grip, Nee channel what little power she had left into a bolt of sunlight that scorched the man's stomach and sent him reeling as flaming bits of clothing wafted about the cool air. Taking advantage of the man's injury, Nee finished him off with a punch and shook herself off, "-I don't intend to give anything." The sleeves of her jacket were burnt and shortened by a good five inches and somehow it was even colder than before. Neaera relieved the first man of his blade (which she tucked into her jacket pocket) and walked back out into the street.

She had just scorched and beat two men into unconsciousness and used up the last bit of stored power and was still no closer to finding the Saints. Dejected and lacking energy, Nee trudged along the empty street before settling down in a bus stop outside of a derelict carpet factory.
Sorry if I took all of your guys' powers >.<
They all seem preeeeeettyy strong, except for maybe the second one with some serious limitations.

Hey, wasn't joking when I popped in before. Have a thing.



That’s a very cool superpower!
Of course :)



Sorry it took so long!
Er okay my flight got delayed which might delay my character. Hopefully not by too long, though.
I’m still writing my character! She will be done by the end of the weekend at the latest.
I won’t be home until the weekend and until then I’m stuck on mobile but I will work on getting a CS up soon!
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