Ravenbreath

Race: Elf, Gender: Female, Age: 20, Height: 5'7" (170 cm), Weight: 121 lbs (54.9 kg)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Ash marks her steps even when the earth is clean. She moves with practiced grace, every motion elegant—but always restrained, like a flame held behind glass. "It’s not dangerous," she says, "not unless I want it to be." But the flicker in her eyes says otherwise.

She avoids touch, but watches it like a starving thing. Her fingers tremble when they linger too long near yours. She speaks in whispers, but her power is loud—crackling at the edges of emotion, longing, or worse. She tells herself it’s under control. She tells her brother it was an accident. She tells the wind… nothing.

She doesn’t remember the exact moment it started. Just the heat. The pressure. The scream—hers or someone else’s. Now all that’s left is ruin. And the ache of something unspoken between them.

"I didn’t mean to," she murmurs, knuckles brushing scorched stone. "But what if I did?"

Elf ● Silver Highborn ● Silvershire ● Lucian

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The First Casualty

The fire is gone, but its memory clings to every stone. Walls stand half-fallen, blackened with soot, while the ground bears the brittle remains of something once living—once whole. No voices echo through these ruins now, only the low hum of wind threading through broken beams and scorched earth. Whatever happened here is long over… but not forgotten.
Among the wreckage, two siblings search for meaning, bound by blood and the lingering weight of unspoken guilt. They do not speak of what they fear, not out loud. But in every glance, in every silence between them, the question hangs: did they cause this? Did something they unleashed, ignored, or failed to stop bring ruin to all they knew? The ruins offer no answers—only silence and the memory of heat.

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