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Attribute Specialties:
Dext: Swift Stam: Tough as nails Int: creative

Ability Specialties:
Survival: tracking Academics: History Medicin: Surgery Science: Biology

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Enchanting voice Physical ●●○○○ Atavistic Form Infernal ●●○○○ Acute sense Sight ●○○○○ Angelic Aura Infernal ●○○○○

Lustful Mental ●●○○○ Low Alcohol tolerance Physical ●○○○○ Curiosity Mental ●●○○○ Distinguishing Characteristics Tattoo on belly ●○○○○ Allergy Grapes ●○○○○

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Low-Torment Abilities:
Supernatural Vision Wings Perfect balance Immune to fall damage

High-Torment Abilities:
Claws Extra Actions Quills Caustic Bile

Physical Description:
Aurora Storm has long black hair, a cute smile. She often wears relatively simple cloths, jeans and a leather jacket. She also got a dragon tattoed to her belly.

Personality:
She is generally a kind person, who likes to help others, care for them if they need help, otherwise if they threaten her she is like a mother tiger, ready to slash.

Backstory:
Before the Fall, Vayla was an Elohim of the Wind — a gust of movement, wind, and the invisible forces that tied sky to earth and soul to body. Her influence swirled with the gusts that pursued mountaintops, breathed through the canyons, and curled the leaves of the world's earliest forests. Among the company of heaven, she worked with modest dignity, with the charge of holding the equilibrium of stillness and movement, storm and peace. She was a sky pathfinder and a soul restorer, using her gifts to lend movement to the whole world.

But when the Creator turned His face from the world, and humankind was forced to suffer in fear and dismay, Vayla's heart was broken…or at least thats how she remembers, she really does not remember a lot from the times before the Fall. In reality she was saddened by the fact that Humanity felt like lost children, safe sure, but for what price? They walked the Earth without knowing who they were, why they were here and how big the whole world was outside of the Garden of Eden, that they couldn’t be free like the Wind. Their ignorance was that finally broke her though and as the prophecy of the dark fate got more and more wind under its wing Vayla was amongst those who joined the call even before Lucifer himself arrived. She could not tolerate this quiet.

During the War of Wrath, Vayla was a commander of the Host of the fallen, leading reconnaissance troops across blasted terrain and battlefield skies. She was swift and silent, the wind spirits dancing around enemy lines, collecting information, disturbing enemy defenses, and removing wounded allies from the battlefield. She was no great general but a favorite one — gentle, but resolute, the eye in the hurricane of war. Her command tents were filled with the wounded and the dying, where she would run back and forth between soul and soul, dispensing balm, healing the wounded with her touch.

She was part of the Crimson legion, serving as a Fell Knight there. When the first murder happened it was terrible, like if the world would cry out in pain, she felt it, tried to escape it, hoped that everyone will escape it but the bloodshed after it was one of the worst things in her life…and then it happened again and again, till she had to fight too for her life, shed blood just like everyone else, but at least she healed many too.

When the gates of Hell slammed shut behind them, Vayla plunged into agony. The winds which she once commanded now screamed in torment across the dark wasteland. Her gifts were fetters in the Pit. Her healing touch burned. Her soft voice became wails of wind that tore through the stillness. The pain was not only physical — it was the knowledge that all she had struggled to uphold was lost, that the freedom she had desired to give to humankind was buried beneath the weight of divine vengeance. Then silence…once the doors slammed…there was nothingness, just darkness, eternal darkness and suffering, no wind, no air, no life, worst punishment that one could ask for. Eons passed. Time was immaterial. And then — the cracks. The Call. Earth again

Aurora Storm

Aurora Storm was born on the northern tip of Britain in an English family, where the sea moaned ancient secrets and the wind ran free. As a child, she liked the woods better than people. As she matured, she received a modern education — a medical degree from a leading university, from Manchester — but she was not content. She knew that healing was something more than drugs and scalpels. So she abandoned her native land and flew across the Atlantic, searching for a substitute. In the rural outskirts of an American city, among misfits and runaways, she found herself. Aurora devoted herself to the study of native plants and the local ecosystem. She quickly scraped up enough money to buy a greenhouse for herself and collect all the different natural plants which had all sorts of medical properties. She opened her business not so long after it, got a webpage for it and now sells her licensed natural medicines, which actually work even though they might not be as effective as most modern medicines are, but people are weird, they buy weird things. Some don’t believe in vaccines and just come to her to buy something against common illnesses. She does as much as she can to make her customers happy.

One day she was walking around in the local forest where a snake bit her leg. She was too far to call for aid, no signal on her phone. She collapsed under a tree, trying to heave it off, but she knew that end was near.

Vayla trailed on the wind after she escaped, but already felt the pull of Hell, the chains launched into her spiritual skin as they tried to drag her back, she couldn’t let it happen. Even in the shattered reverberations of Earth's reality, the waves still whispered to her — and that day, they screamed agony. When she arrived, Aurora was seconds away from death. Her body faltered, but her spirit remained unbroken. Vayla noticed it: a soul tied to the wild, one who'd lived a life of quiet resistance and healing, not so much different from hers. She decided. Vayla descended into Aurora's dying vessel, not with violence but respect. When the last breath left the shaman's mouth, the Fallen entered — and the winds picked up again. It happened a few months ago.

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Aurora Storm has long black hair, a cute smile. She often wears relatively simple cloths, jeans and a leather jacket. She also got a dragon tattoed to her belly.

Her apocalpyses form mostly left its mark on the Greek mythology. She appears to be a harpy like creature, wild wings, female stature, bright feathered wings, human limbs.

She is generally a kind person, who likes to help others, care for them if they need help, otherwise if they threaten her she is like a mother tiger, ready to slash.

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