Langness

Nessa
- the sound's token scrapper. the bit where headlights, myst, raj, and rome are all squishy magic users and sometimes useless in a melee is made up for single-handedly by one (1) lady with a giant knife strapped to her thigh
- she's still very proud of her magical sons despite the fact that not a single one of them could do a pull-up
- she's genuinely gleeful for any opportunity to whip out her skills and have a Survivalist moment: "ok so first thing's first we should cover ourselves in mud and leaves -" "nessa no" / "ok so i picked all these berries and sorted them by how quickly they'll kill you if you eat them -" "nessa why" / "so look i built us a rope bridge to get across this ley line using just branches and bramble vines, c'mere myst lemme teach u how to tie a real knot son -" / "okay so if you give me like an hour to hunt and skin this unicorn we can probably eat for five or six days and use the pelt for -" "nessa thats a unicorn u monster?" / "so six months ago when we were here i put a notch in one of these trees to indicate where, oh look see right there, don't step on that okay i set a trap -" "nessa what"
- physical embodiment of GET OUTTA YOUR SPACESHIP AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN
- izzy's the wine aunt to nessa's beer dad. nessa's natural state of being is sitting in a lawn chair by the grill watching the kids play with matches. she has literally no idea what to do when someone cries.
- a shadowland local who knew about Camp Eclipse long before she was Marked, and a lifelong pro at navigating the shadewood. she takes point every time the sound tread new territory, especially when they're travelling through the darkest central stretches of the forest.
- can muddle her way through enough rudimentary beastfolk pleasantries to keep the sound from getting murdered on sight by Tengu