Ophel

Generation 2 Velouette -> Zephyr -> Me I am a descendant of the Nuvole Bianche lineage! I was born from the long thought lost, floating city of Nuvole Bianche. Those of my bloodline are known for their pastel colors, magical finesse, and gentle dispositions. Like the first among us to touch ground in a thousand years, many now strive to spread a new age of enlightenment across Sornieth. To learn more, please click the badge!

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WIP

Ophel was blessed from birth with high magical essence, which was only further enhanced by the runes emblazoned on his body and limbs. He has an innate aptitude for Wind magic, his birth element, but quickly picks up any element he tries his hand at. His calm, inscrutable demeanor belies a compelling presence, with an intense focus to his gaze that you can't pull away from.

Ophel loves to fly. Every moment in the sky was a moment to be cherished, and the feeling of the wind's breath caressing his wings was addicting. He felt in his bones that the sky was where he belonged. Being on the ground felt unnatural, as if his feet were chained down by the earth below them.

Aside from the sky, the water was a second home to him, an escape for when the world became too much. The sea muffled the sounds of the world around him. He would observe the mundane marine life on every side as he let the chilling pressure of the depths embrace him. Fitting, then, that he settled in a Water clan in the end.

(note: unfinished past this point)

When left alone, he can often be seen gazing off into the distance with a wistful expression, contemplating the life in the sky led by his kin, with an intense yearning for the freedom brought by the clouds.
- If you were to interrupt him in this trance ...
- caught in a daze
- rare moment of vulnerability

he understands why his people had to come down ...
- resolve the strife on Sornieth
- if he could assist in unraveling even a single conflict,
- gleam some fulfillment from a dissatisfactory existence so distant from (???)