Myst

Sweet and sensitive and rather shy, others can't help but try to protect her. But she can fight her own battles. Her inner strength often astonishes when she shows it.

Myst is a strange case. Unbeknownst to the clan, she was never even supposed to be born. No one noticed that the egg produced by Velthir and Saira was stillborn for approximately thirty seconds, or that it blazed with angelic light just before it came back to life.

She was a curious angel, always pushing the boundaries. To be honest, she had a habit of bowling right past them, but sneaking into the demon realm was finally too much. Disgraced, she Fell. She would have Fallen all the way down if the empty vessel hadn't called to her.

She's never been "alive" in such a way before, but she takes to it well. Some things she'll never get used to, like not being able to feel the breath of everything living... or how you can't walk through walls when you're corporeal. But living has more pros than cons, and if she'd known how lovely it is to be part of a Clan? By all means, she'd have Fallen sooner.

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-Originally triple basic tundra
-Destined to become a powerful mage)
-x Vloek