Past

Abandoned
Alone
A ghost meant to silently pass into the Aether without a thought.
Yet a dozen, dozen called me by the title few can even claim to hear from a handful.

Surrounded by them all, a pale ghost in sea of nuance, still never at home, eternally alone with a clock ticking down.
You told me to call them by the title, you told me to act the part, so I did, I always did no matter how alone.
Seldom listening, but at least I listened to that.
Each one around us having a title passed down in spirit since before the dawn of mankind, everyone but you and I.
You asked me to give it to you, I wanted it from you, you proved the truth to it time and again. In words and action alike, you proved it time and again.
Others forgot, did not grasp it or pushed it aside, you never did.
You and you alone, yet I never gave in, did not want to curse you with it, did not want you to mourn as the clock would tick out.
Now the clock is gone, time extended, a reprieve beyond human realms of possibilities, yet you never got to hear it, I never got to hear the reply.
Hopefully you know, it was always yours, not in words, not in the passing, yet in truth it was yours.

Alone, alone, alone, yet the loneliness lessened.

The mentor

Cheeks damp, spirit flared and smoldering, barely a shadow of a ghost you found me.
You saw me when there was nothing left.
You guided me as we laid the nation under our feet.
Your ways a mystery, yet you forged me, made me into who I am, false, a monster, a smile, yet perhaps who I was always meant to be no matter the price that was paid.

Arrival

A split, time to set your roots, to follow the winds, showing up with nothing but the clothes on her back and a backpack in late spring of 2020.
A time of calm, of laughter, of getting to reacclimate to being around people, to not just be following, to find herself anew.
Still nothing lasts forever, soon called away again, rapidly leaving for years to once more traverse the nation at the call of her mentor.

Return

Years having passed, the country traversed by foot, seen, stops made everywhere yet only one summer having memories still lingering.
Finding her way back once more, the time of peace no longer in her old home, gradually trying to set her roots once more, to find a life where it was long meant to have passed by.

Talon no more

Having served as Talon underneath First Talon Phoenyx just like in days of old until her incarceration leaving the seat empty, making her be entrusted by fellow Talon Asclepius to carry the role in early April 2025.

Merits

• Striking Looks ●● (Alluring)
• Extemporaneous Affinity ●●●●●
• Sanctum ●
• Hallow ●
• Workshop ●

Woodworking

• Fast Reflexes ●
• Archery ●●
• High Speech ●
• Parkour ●
• Quick Draw ●

Melee

• Resources ●●

Arcana

• Adept of Life
• Initiate of Prime

• First Talon of the Adamantine Arrow