Plank Sinatra
⍚ Éclair ⥥ 17 ⥥ Female ⥥ Bisexual ⍚
“Humanity learns true lessons only in cataclysm."
“The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head,
The thunder of the drums dictates
The rhythm of the falls the number of deaths
The rising of the heights ahead”
𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩
[ ⍚ ] A P P E A R A N C E
"Éclair has an incredibly graceful way about her. She stands at a smaller five foot four but has a slim figure with notable muscle definition. Her arms are the most notable, as the champion of the Longear tribe she has tuned her body to be incredibly proficient with archery and as such looks very focused and calm while in a fight or simply sitting down. When speaking to someone she knows or wants to know she has a very pleasant body language, typically warm and comfortable expressions. Her outfit always consists of some form of armor, typically iron plating on top and a leather vest underneath. The iron is notable as she had to forge it and mine it herself, as the Longear tribe does not have a formal blacksmith. This took a very long time to have a presentable piece of armor, but did her favors has far as her physical fitness went, it was very difficult work.
Éclair’s voice is very calming when she is calm. A soft dulcet tone, a gentle laugh and easily heard rising and falling of tones. However, when agitated Éclair is very quiet. Sparing very few words instead speaking via actions. It should be noted that if one actually managed to anger Éclair to the point of yelling or screaming they should move. Quickly.
Typically speaking Éclair is fairly pale and commonly bruised. She has been practicing hand to hand combat since she was a small child at the hand of her father wanting her to succeed in combat, and as such is commonly seen with a discoloration on her cheeks and arms. This is due to constant brawling. She is pale because unlike many of the Longear tribe members she wears a full suit of armor, leather and iron, at all times. Leaving very little of her skin exposed to the sunny plains. However, she still manages to stay cool.
Éclair’s posture could be better, she often sits with her feet resting on the table and has little consideration of formality. However, when she respects someone enough to behave, she will. During a fight Éclair is at her perfect center, the eye of the storm. She is perfectly calm, prepared and calculating. Which can be intimidating when she is facing someone in single combat. Her eyes grow heavy with analysis and her breath slows almost to a halt. She is truly a force to be reckoned with and it is clear to see from a simple glance.
Éclair's mark is a tricky one. Typically it is larger than most may be used to. One of the reasons Éclair wears so much clothing is because it starts cover her entire spine. It looks as though it is moving storm clouds that are pulsating with electricity. It baffled tribe doctors, they simply stated it meant she had been marked by Artemis. As it grows the clouds pulsate more and they rumble as though they are about to crack out a bolt of lightning any second. When fully consumed by her mark, Éclair's eyes are a bright yet deep purple and her skin is an ashen grey."
Éclair’s voice is very calming when she is calm. A soft dulcet tone, a gentle laugh and easily heard rising and falling of tones. However, when agitated Éclair is very quiet. Sparing very few words instead speaking via actions. It should be noted that if one actually managed to anger Éclair to the point of yelling or screaming they should move. Quickly.
Typically speaking Éclair is fairly pale and commonly bruised. She has been practicing hand to hand combat since she was a small child at the hand of her father wanting her to succeed in combat, and as such is commonly seen with a discoloration on her cheeks and arms. This is due to constant brawling. She is pale because unlike many of the Longear tribe members she wears a full suit of armor, leather and iron, at all times. Leaving very little of her skin exposed to the sunny plains. However, she still manages to stay cool.
Éclair’s posture could be better, she often sits with her feet resting on the table and has little consideration of formality. However, when she respects someone enough to behave, she will. During a fight Éclair is at her perfect center, the eye of the storm. She is perfectly calm, prepared and calculating. Which can be intimidating when she is facing someone in single combat. Her eyes grow heavy with analysis and her breath slows almost to a halt. She is truly a force to be reckoned with and it is clear to see from a simple glance.
Éclair's mark is a tricky one. Typically it is larger than most may be used to. One of the reasons Éclair wears so much clothing is because it starts cover her entire spine. It looks as though it is moving storm clouds that are pulsating with electricity. It baffled tribe doctors, they simply stated it meant she had been marked by Artemis. As it grows the clouds pulsate more and they rumble as though they are about to crack out a bolt of lightning any second. When fully consumed by her mark, Éclair's eyes are a bright yet deep purple and her skin is an ashen grey."
[ ⍚ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
" Éclair has a sort of dual-typed personality towards the average person. She is both jolly and sweet, asking how they are, what they can be helped with and so on, or she is standoffish. Dangerously close to starting a fight with anyone she thinks she could learn from she has broken many-a-bone in the pursuit of combative knowledge. She has been known to help people and then fight them afterwards, much to the chagrin of the Longear tribe elders. But even when she has a bloody visage, it is never without a smile in a fight. She truly enjoys the chess match: what will my opponent do next and how best to counter that action?
Outside of combat however is an interesting enigma for Éclair. She is kind and willing to help others out if they are struggling, however she is also notably harsh. Often suggesting cutting people who are not helping out of someone’s life, and generally rising about problems. She doesn’t like the idea of something holding her back, which is something that her father instilled upon her at a very early age. To earn Éclair’s respect one has to be strong. Where this becomes complicated is what strong truly means. Someone who has sacrificed much for their people or the greater whole would earn her respect, just as much as someone who has worked their entire life to accomplish something successfully. But she has a harsh view on failure. It shouldn’t happen and if it did there should’ve been a preventative measure in place in order to stop it.
This has created a few standoffish situations where Éclair is concerned. However she is not too above it all to admit she was wrong. If she objectively looks at a situation in which she has decided she was wrong, she will apologize and attempt to make it up to the person whom she feels she has wronged.
Which brings into question her morals. Éclair is not a perfect woman. She is not above things some would consider indecent, wrong or even heinous. However, there are a few things she will never do. She will never fight someone who cannot fight. She will never kill someone that she feels has not ‘earned’ it. She will never humiliate someone past the point of teaching them a lesson. And finally, everything she does is an attempt to make life easier for the greater whole. Should she think an order or suggestion contradicts with any of these morals, she will not listen. This can be controversial when she is a champion of a tribe. However, she wanted to become champion in order to really make sure the Longear tribe remained a moral beacon for others to follow. Should she do something others may consider terrible or life changing and it does not question the morals listed above, she will not feel an ounce of regret or doubt. She knows who she is.
With a lover she is different. Always trying to prove herself worthy of their affection, willing to push what she knows and believes in for their sake. She is inexperienced in gentler matters and often bounds around like a bull in a china shop when approaching sensitive issues. But she means well and is willing to prove it.”
Outside of combat however is an interesting enigma for Éclair. She is kind and willing to help others out if they are struggling, however she is also notably harsh. Often suggesting cutting people who are not helping out of someone’s life, and generally rising about problems. She doesn’t like the idea of something holding her back, which is something that her father instilled upon her at a very early age. To earn Éclair’s respect one has to be strong. Where this becomes complicated is what strong truly means. Someone who has sacrificed much for their people or the greater whole would earn her respect, just as much as someone who has worked their entire life to accomplish something successfully. But she has a harsh view on failure. It shouldn’t happen and if it did there should’ve been a preventative measure in place in order to stop it.
This has created a few standoffish situations where Éclair is concerned. However she is not too above it all to admit she was wrong. If she objectively looks at a situation in which she has decided she was wrong, she will apologize and attempt to make it up to the person whom she feels she has wronged.
Which brings into question her morals. Éclair is not a perfect woman. She is not above things some would consider indecent, wrong or even heinous. However, there are a few things she will never do. She will never fight someone who cannot fight. She will never kill someone that she feels has not ‘earned’ it. She will never humiliate someone past the point of teaching them a lesson. And finally, everything she does is an attempt to make life easier for the greater whole. Should she think an order or suggestion contradicts with any of these morals, she will not listen. This can be controversial when she is a champion of a tribe. However, she wanted to become champion in order to really make sure the Longear tribe remained a moral beacon for others to follow. Should she do something others may consider terrible or life changing and it does not question the morals listed above, she will not feel an ounce of regret or doubt. She knows who she is.
With a lover she is different. Always trying to prove herself worthy of their affection, willing to push what she knows and believes in for their sake. She is inexperienced in gentler matters and often bounds around like a bull in a china shop when approaching sensitive issues. But she means well and is willing to prove it.”
[ ⍚ ] B I O G R A P H Y
“Éclair I’d like to hear it once more, for this jury’s sake and for your own please remember to be consistent and clear.” The trial was nearing its final moments, and it seemed it was time to finish this. I looked over at the jury of my tribe members, they all looked concerned, piqued, and doubtful so it was time to set them straight.
“I will tell you again then. It is a simple story and I did what must be done.” I should start from the beginning.
“From a young age I was taught by my father that those who gave up on one thing they truly desired had given up on themselves in their entirety. I took that to heart, truly. So when my combat lessons began at the age of six, I knew that it would be important for me to give it my all. We started fairly simply, archery. A Longear tradition and important for building upper-body strength. I was a short child so I had it easy, the tip of the bow would touch the ground, however when my father realized I was using this as a crutch to assist my aim, he made sure it would not happen again. This is where my second form of combat training began. We would fight, hand to hand. He would offer up advantages, that if I took, would be punished. He was a master of playing possum.”
“You all knew my sister the one who has left this tribe now. My father didn’t fancy her a fighter, said he didn’t see the same fire he saw in my eyes in hers. At first she counted herself lucky and I counted that as a compliment to myself. However as I grew older and began to excel he grew upset with her lack of progress. I was content myself, she cooked us meals and sometimes she’d skin the animals I’d hunt. However father saw that as a waste of talent, he was sure she was holding back since he had such luck with his genes through myself. You see, my mother passed when I was born so it wasn’t like there was someone who knew how he would get at night. He would become irritated, make me fight her in order to ‘draw out’ her natural ability that he was sure existed.”
I readjusted my stance, and glanced at the jury but before I could take in their expressions I forced my eyes shut and turned my face away. ‘Just tell the truth and tell it clearly.’
I exhaled deeply.
“I was a better fighter already at the age of ten then she ever could’ve have been, you see this was no competition. Which is fine, once again – I didn’t care if she could fight or not, but father wasn’t ready to take that news. He’d make me fight her day in and day out, she did start to improve a little but not nearly enough to satisfy him. So one day I spoke to an elder, the one who served as the midwife for my mother’s births. Sorry, to be clear this is years later at this point. About a month ago. I asked her about if my sister was truly my sister, if we were fully related. After hearing my father’s shouting and screaming I too began to doubt if we were really siblings. Well someone must’ve overheard us because that night my father trained my sister, instead of me. He was brutal.”
“I knew that a spiral had begun because he did not hold back in the slightest, gave her more to do, and starved her until she could land a punch. “
“From that moment I knew I had to act. It was imperative really. So last night, on my way back from my hunt I had decided that my father had to be killed. Or he would kill my sister first.”
The jurors gasped beside me, but I raised my hand in order to quiet them.
“It was when I came home that I had seen he had already killed my sister, which of course, did not change his punishment. So I killed him.”
“Very well Éclair your story has been heard, we will deliberate.” The elder presiding said to me.
“We have found Éclair, not guilty of murdering her father and sister. Her status as the tribe’s champion is free to be reinstated.”
“Thank you for your deliberation. I will take my leave.”
Memories Retained: Ignore for now
“I will tell you again then. It is a simple story and I did what must be done.” I should start from the beginning.
“From a young age I was taught by my father that those who gave up on one thing they truly desired had given up on themselves in their entirety. I took that to heart, truly. So when my combat lessons began at the age of six, I knew that it would be important for me to give it my all. We started fairly simply, archery. A Longear tradition and important for building upper-body strength. I was a short child so I had it easy, the tip of the bow would touch the ground, however when my father realized I was using this as a crutch to assist my aim, he made sure it would not happen again. This is where my second form of combat training began. We would fight, hand to hand. He would offer up advantages, that if I took, would be punished. He was a master of playing possum.”
“You all knew my sister the one who has left this tribe now. My father didn’t fancy her a fighter, said he didn’t see the same fire he saw in my eyes in hers. At first she counted herself lucky and I counted that as a compliment to myself. However as I grew older and began to excel he grew upset with her lack of progress. I was content myself, she cooked us meals and sometimes she’d skin the animals I’d hunt. However father saw that as a waste of talent, he was sure she was holding back since he had such luck with his genes through myself. You see, my mother passed when I was born so it wasn’t like there was someone who knew how he would get at night. He would become irritated, make me fight her in order to ‘draw out’ her natural ability that he was sure existed.”
I readjusted my stance, and glanced at the jury but before I could take in their expressions I forced my eyes shut and turned my face away. ‘Just tell the truth and tell it clearly.’
I exhaled deeply.
“I was a better fighter already at the age of ten then she ever could’ve have been, you see this was no competition. Which is fine, once again – I didn’t care if she could fight or not, but father wasn’t ready to take that news. He’d make me fight her day in and day out, she did start to improve a little but not nearly enough to satisfy him. So one day I spoke to an elder, the one who served as the midwife for my mother’s births. Sorry, to be clear this is years later at this point. About a month ago. I asked her about if my sister was truly my sister, if we were fully related. After hearing my father’s shouting and screaming I too began to doubt if we were really siblings. Well someone must’ve overheard us because that night my father trained my sister, instead of me. He was brutal.”
“I knew that a spiral had begun because he did not hold back in the slightest, gave her more to do, and starved her until she could land a punch. “
“From that moment I knew I had to act. It was imperative really. So last night, on my way back from my hunt I had decided that my father had to be killed. Or he would kill my sister first.”
The jurors gasped beside me, but I raised my hand in order to quiet them.
“It was when I came home that I had seen he had already killed my sister, which of course, did not change his punishment. So I killed him.”
“Very well Éclair your story has been heard, we will deliberate.” The elder presiding said to me.
“We have found Éclair, not guilty of murdering her father and sister. Her status as the tribe’s champion is free to be reinstated.”
“Thank you for your deliberation. I will take my leave.”
Memories Retained: Ignore for now
𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩
⍚ Stórslys ⥥ Storms, Natural Disaster, and Change ⥥ Female ⥥ Pansexual ⍚
“Bolts of lightning from the sky
And plant them in fields of life.
They will grow like tender sprouts of fire.
Planting the seeds of rebirth
What is dead must die,
And what shall live has already done so.”
[ ⍚ ] GO D L Y A P P E A R A N C E
Stórslys stands nearly ten feet tall and appears to be an almost silhouette of a person. She is draped in a long reddish-black dress that has sleeves covering her arms entirely. She appears to almost have come straight from the shadows. Her hair is as red as blood itself and reaches the ground easily. It looks windblown and is charged with static electricity. Sometimes looking as though each strand is a bolt of lighting itself, constantly fluttering as though there is a gentle breeze on her. She has an imposing figure, while for a goddess it is rather tame, there is an electricity about her that is unyielding. Her stare has been known to cut a hole through even a god’s temper. She doesn’t appear to move, rather it seems more like she blinks in and out of locations. Almost always with a soft smile on her lips. When ready to wreak havoc she is calm.
[ ⍚ ] K N O W N F O R
- A Goddess whose name is said primarily in fear, mortals tiptoe around the subject of Stórslys
- She is not known as a Goddess who wreaks senseless havoc. She destroys only in order to rebuild and as such has a cultish following of doomsayers.
- She is commonly thanked when things are going well. After all, it is only by her hand that a new era should begin on the mortal plane.
- Even on a god’s standards she is known as incredibly powerful, as a goddess of Natural Disaster she is capable of crushing an entire continent at her strongest.
- She is forgiving, but not infinitely, will often not seek to destroy and rebuild right away. She enjoys letting things play out.
- She is not above smiting individuals. She is a strong believer in the concept that the beating of a butterflies wings can create a hurricane one day.
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- She is not known as a Goddess who wreaks senseless havoc. She destroys only in order to rebuild and as such has a cultish following of doomsayers.
- She is commonly thanked when things are going well. After all, it is only by her hand that a new era should begin on the mortal plane.
- Even on a god’s standards she is known as incredibly powerful, as a goddess of Natural Disaster she is capable of crushing an entire continent at her strongest.
- She is forgiving, but not infinitely, will often not seek to destroy and rebuild right away. She enjoys letting things play out.
- She is not above smiting individuals. She is a strong believer in the concept that the beating of a butterflies wings can create a hurricane one day.
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[ ⍚ ] F O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y
When sculpting it is key to envision the end product as soon as you begin. The amorphous blob floating in the aether could be sculpted into something beautiful. To accomplish this, one must start small. Droughts. End the lives of those that require the water, store it in the clouds in order to make room for the change. Once they have breathed their driest breath, we shall begin.
The first stroke.
Let the water fall back down. Drown the shores. Let the moon pull the water back and return the cycle once more. Like a flick of a paintbrush one small water locked continent is no more. Now dip your brush back onto palette and ready yourself for the second stroke. Once the water have reclaimed the ground soiled by a generation gone now, we can begin.
The second stroke.
Begin with eruptions. Create new land out of what once was. Red plumes turn to grey stones floating atop the oceans surface. Ready but not yet prepared to harbour new life once more. Next we call upon the winds to bring life to these dull floating rocks. They must provide soil, flora, fauna will come eventually too. But to ensure the habitable state of this planet continues we must wait until the flora is prepared to be invaded. Once the new continent has been fully prepared we call upon the eruptions once more.
Bridge the continent with another, an archipelagic stairway into a new Garden of Eden. Give them the means and a species will invade harmony. Which, I will expect and allow for. Allow them to see the vastness of my gift, learn to make it their home, allow them to cultivate and destroy in order to attempt to reach an existence forever out of their reach. The clay that I mould with is simply bigger, theirs is a little smaller.
Finally we set the brush and palette down and wait. I wait for my gift to be taken for granted, injured in a way that only I may repair it. And then I will pick up my palette, look upon my easel once more and begin another painting. As is the life of a Goddess of change.”
The first stroke.
Let the water fall back down. Drown the shores. Let the moon pull the water back and return the cycle once more. Like a flick of a paintbrush one small water locked continent is no more. Now dip your brush back onto palette and ready yourself for the second stroke. Once the water have reclaimed the ground soiled by a generation gone now, we can begin.
The second stroke.
Begin with eruptions. Create new land out of what once was. Red plumes turn to grey stones floating atop the oceans surface. Ready but not yet prepared to harbour new life once more. Next we call upon the winds to bring life to these dull floating rocks. They must provide soil, flora, fauna will come eventually too. But to ensure the habitable state of this planet continues we must wait until the flora is prepared to be invaded. Once the new continent has been fully prepared we call upon the eruptions once more.
Bridge the continent with another, an archipelagic stairway into a new Garden of Eden. Give them the means and a species will invade harmony. Which, I will expect and allow for. Allow them to see the vastness of my gift, learn to make it their home, allow them to cultivate and destroy in order to attempt to reach an existence forever out of their reach. The clay that I mould with is simply bigger, theirs is a little smaller.
Finally we set the brush and palette down and wait. I wait for my gift to be taken for granted, injured in a way that only I may repair it. And then I will pick up my palette, look upon my easel once more and begin another painting. As is the life of a Goddess of change.”
𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫
[ ⍚ ] S K I L L S E T
Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.
- Howl - General Éclair is incredibly aware of the weather around her, she reads the wind and is able to predict the weather pattern for the next twenty-four hours. She is incredibly perceptive of other signs as well such as animal migration, disturbance in Fauna or other natural indicators of destruction or imbalance.
- Champion - Combat Being the youngest champion of the Longear tribe since Artemis herself, Éclair is no push over. Her archery skills are some of the best of the entire clan and she is an incredible combatant that shows no slowing down in growing. She also has a large amount of pull within the tribe itself. Greatly respected by its members as she has lived her life for the tribe.
- Static Éclair finds herself constantly giving off a small static charge. Shocking those who come in contact with her with short but sharp pain. It can be prevented through a myriad of ways, but it’s also there.
- Creation - General As blacksmithing is an uncommon occupation in the Longear tribe due in part to their location on the plains, Éclair has taken it upon herself to learn the trade. She isn’t perfect, but with enough ore she can create a decent set of armor.
- Peak - Combat Éclair is in peak condition for a woman her age and size. She may look rather slim and short, but she punches as strong and well as a full grown man. This has been taught to her by in part to her training as a pugilist, but also due to the fact that she has grown to control her muscles with a fine tune that many cannot accomplish. She is often stronger than she is given credit for.
- Nourish - Survival Surprisingly Éclair is a skilled gardener and cook. She grows most of the vegetables she eats and understands the process in which most plants must undergo to survive and bloom well. She also has good knowledge of poisonous plants and mushrooms, spending much time hunting and gathering.
[ ⍚ ] A B I L I T I E S
These will unlock as we continue.
Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)
Simmer and Strike: Weakest Ability
Do you feel that electricity in the air? It’s starting.
Hand of God: Éclair has the ability to throw something as if it were an arrow shot from a bow, sending it a speed that betrays human physicality and with precision that is unlikely. Even something like a steel spear can be thrown hundreds of feet. However, this ability requires her to prepare. She must pick the object up with both hands, feel the weight, align it's trajectory. Where someone would typically throw somethinig in a matter of seconds, it would take Éclair at least 30 seconds in order to properly aim and throw something with this ability. Difficult to use in a fight, but perhaps a good surprise attack.
Embers and Coals: Éclair can raise her body temperature and mentally control her adrenaline when this ability is activated. Essentially beginning a fight as if she had been working out for 45 minutes prior, starting at the best she can physically get.
Aether: Éclair can fly using this ability. Soaring about one and a half times faster than she can run and reaching approximately 380 feet in the air as a maximum altitude.
Embers and Coals: Éclair can raise her body temperature and mentally control her adrenaline when this ability is activated. Essentially beginning a fight as if she had been working out for 45 minutes prior, starting at the best she can physically get.
Aether: Éclair can fly using this ability. Soaring about one and a half times faster than she can run and reaching approximately 380 feet in the air as a maximum altitude.
Eye of the Storm: Moderate Ability
While it is calmer than the surrounding areas, you will soon see that this is not where you want to be. For there is nowhere to go.
Snap: At the snap of her fingers Éclair can send a lightning bolt towards a target. however, a lightning bolt cannot apparate out of thin air. There needs to be at the very least a storm happening currently for this technique to work. While one could use it when storm clouds are not around, the worst that could happen is some static in the air. Thusly this ability does not create lightning or electricity, it manipulates lightning or electricity that is already there.
Crack: By placing a hand on the ground Éclair can create a fissure that can separate up to fifteen feet. This is a devastating ability, however it requires Éclair to keep a steady palm on the ground and is rather slow. More useful for stopping an army in its tracks than single combat.
Clean Slate: Embracing her identity as the Goddess of Change, Éclair can forcibly remove a memory or belief from a person. This is a very painful process however and requires a great deal of willpower to survive. She can use this ability on herself.
Crack: By placing a hand on the ground Éclair can create a fissure that can separate up to fifteen feet. This is a devastating ability, however it requires Éclair to keep a steady palm on the ground and is rather slow. More useful for stopping an army in its tracks than single combat.
Clean Slate: Embracing her identity as the Goddess of Change, Éclair can forcibly remove a memory or belief from a person. This is a very painful process however and requires a great deal of willpower to survive. She can use this ability on herself.
Cataclysm: Strongest Ability
There are time in which even I doubt what I do. When this happens, I simply begin again.
Take up the Palette: Éclair takes a bow made from lighting itself in her hands. By simply drawing the string a magnificent arrow will form. She can use this to shoot a celestial arrow so powerful and fast it will go clean through buildings, tearing up small sections of forests as it passes. Éclair must remain perfectly still to use this effectively however as the slightest wrong move can cause it discharge, injuring her.
Beckon: Raising a hand to the sky, Éclair summons storm clouds that are a vicious black. Immediately a torrential downpour will begin along with a brutal thunderstorm, it isn't impossible for this to start forest fires, droughts, and take lives. But it is also possible that nothing disastrous happens. This is relatively random.
End of an Era: Éclair summons a thundercloud, raising a hand up to the skies. Falling forth divine judgment a blast of light and energy flattens the earth around her killing anything within a fifty foot radius, as soon as the blast is gone, nature swiftly reclaims the area over growing in a matter of seconds with gigantic fauna. Trees that grow well over four hundred feet and crops that could feed an entire tribe.
Beckon: Raising a hand to the sky, Éclair summons storm clouds that are a vicious black. Immediately a torrential downpour will begin along with a brutal thunderstorm, it isn't impossible for this to start forest fires, droughts, and take lives. But it is also possible that nothing disastrous happens. This is relatively random.
End of an Era: Éclair summons a thundercloud, raising a hand up to the skies. Falling forth divine judgment a blast of light and energy flattens the earth around her killing anything within a fifty foot radius, as soon as the blast is gone, nature swiftly reclaims the area over growing in a matter of seconds with gigantic fauna. Trees that grow well over four hundred feet and crops that could feed an entire tribe.
[ ⍚ ] I N V E N T O R Y
A skinning knife
Bow and Arrows
Small amount of currency
A sigil denoting Éclair as the champion of the Longear Tribe
[ ⍚ ] O T H E R
Colour Code: other information.
[ ⍚ ] R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: Sure thing!
I'll fix the formatting up a little bit later. Gotta go for now, but I believe everything is here!