her mind always buzzed with an unending jazzβa perpetual symphony of melodies, scenes, and ideas, all overlapping in a chaotic yet harmonious performance. a script constantly in motion, each act layered with fragments of fiction unfurling in her imagination. so, when news of a certain hunt arrived, one that ever so significant for the magistrate, it felt like the heralding of a pivotal scene in her grand play.
enter "the psyche"βa new archetype in her evolving script, the overture of an unprecedented act.
questions swirled within her. when was the last time sheβd felt such a surge of curiosity? such intense involvement? ah, that sudden flood of inspirationβbreathe in, breathe out, starling. she'd unravel it all. first, there would be a thorough session dissecting every detail with her bosom friend, gullβa dialogue likely to span what wouldβve been hours in the before. sheβd need his perspective too, ensuring his insights were woven into her understanding.
oh. she was just standing there, conspiring, wasnβt she? the call of ospreyβs voice abruptly pulled her back to the after's reality. her wings gave an almost imperceptible twitch, betraying just how lost in thought sheβd been.
"ospy!" she greeted, her voice bright with enthusiasm. as she listened, her smile remained radiant, each nod assertive and engaged. but once osprey finished, it took her a momentβwell, longer than a momentβto respond. concern shaded her expression.
"ospyβ" this time, the warmth was tinged with worry. "did you... lose your letter, perhaps? you seem a little..." her brown eyes darted left and right before settling on osprey, the concern evident in their depths. "not yourself," she finally chose, a gentle substitute for the harsher "strange" that hovered unspoken. no, sheβd never say that to her.
Osprey blinked in wide eye surprise at Mineβs words, her smile dropping completely. The tacked-on smile she had just moments ago morphed into a genuineβalbeit wryβsmile.
βMβsorry, Star, it's been a long day.β She said, stepping back from the younger grymm, shifting her wings slightly until they were more loosely encircled around them. Not outright releasing the other woman but allowing room for her to leave if she chose to.
Tilting her bead back slightly to account for their minor height difference, Osprey attempted to get a better read on Starlingβs expression and debated on how to answer the question Mine had poised. It hadnβt been much different from the series of inquires Osprey had gotten all through the time she had been stalking Great Hallsβbut, unlike the open suspicion and outright hostility she had experienced from their flock mates, Osprey could only pick up genuine concern from Mine.
The revelation made something in Ospreyβs chest ache; and she once again marveled at the easy, uncomplicated friendship Mine had offered.
Letting out a tired sigh, Osprey gave the younger woman a fond look. She couldn't bring herself to lie in the face of such unadulterated kindness. βDonβt worry about it though, MinnuΕ. Iβm okay.β
Shrugging slightly, she flicked her eyes back to the direction Starling had come from. βI didnβt lose my letter. I justβI guess Iβm just getting caught up in all the hullabaloo. Donβt want to leave any stone unturned and all that jazz.β
Turning her gaze back to Starling, Osprey decided to ask a question herself. βHow βbout you, though, Minnie? You planning on jumping on the bandwagon or are you sitting this one out?β
βI wanted to be physically erased and start over again. I didnβt want to be here. I didnβt want to be there. I guess I wanted to be nowhere, I wanted to listen to my brain talk inside of nothingness. I wanted to be untouchable and have no need.β
β David Wojnarowicz, from Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration
(via unpetalled)
in all honesty, he would've probably missed her completely in the flock. there were simply too many of them crowding the great halls, to the point that he was almost certain that every single grymm on the d.o.a.a.'s roster had made a point to turn up. not that they could have been faulted for it, really. who could possibly refuse when the price on the bounty was a very special reward prepared by the magistrate themself?
angga himself had just received a regular assignment at the collection office when one of the great ravens had flown in with his parcel, and so he only needed to turn around and rejoined the line to sign himself up. by the time he was finished, the line had grown three times longer. and as amusing as the sight might be, he'd rather not stick around and risk getting caught in the crowd that was growing impatient. so he focused on pushing his way out of it, trying hard not to ruffle too many feathers when he heard the familiar voice that caused him to stop and turn.
he blinked, the gears in his head taking a beat to switch up and finally processed the figure standing in front of him. "osprey," he said, a mixture of a confusion and bafflement in his greetings. "well, i mean, we work in the same building, and the same department. and we walk past each other in this lobby quite often..." though to be fair to her, angga couldn't really remember the last time the other had stopped by just to say hi, much less to make small talks. added with the awkward gestures and equally imposing spread of her wings, well, angga didn't need to be a genius to figure out she was after something.
"wait, why are you asking for mine?" angga retorted. his brows deep in a furrow as he nodded at the folder under her arm, one that seemed identical one to the one clutched in his own hand. "you have your own file, so clearly the great raven hadn't gotten confused and lost your parcel either."
Osprey felt her smile crack further, the edges of her mouth twitching downward in displeasure as the other grymm continued to speak. Of course, he couldnβt make this easy for her. Honestly, she would have been more surprised if he had willingly acquiesced to her request. After all, she knew what he was like. Was well aware that it was in his nature to ask questions. That obnoxiously incurable curiosity always beating out any other instinct every single time. It'd be almost funny if it wasn't soβdevastatingly familiar. Old, long buried fondness fighting to bubble up to the surface.
Belatedly, Osprey noticed the sound of ichor rushing in her ears, of her heart hammering in her chest, felt the bones of her hands creaking at how tightly she was clutching them together. Crow had been one of her most sought-after targets, one that she had initially been excited to see in the crowdβbecause he should have been an easy mark. Should have. If only the sting from Anggaβs surprise heel turn from beloved friend amicable coworker to thorn in her side didnβt still burn her insides. Rage and misery congealing into a heavy sludge in the pit of her stomach.
That though, that had come as a surprise. She hadnβt anticipated how sick it would make her feel to talk to Airlangga again. To pretend like nothing had happened between them. She thought she was over this alreadyβover the hurt associated with that particular chapter in her life. The tome gathering cobwebs at the back of her mind to be forgottenβas it should. They had made their choice and so had she. It was over. Done.
But... how long had it even been already? She knew time was difficult to quantify in the After, but how long had it been sinceβsince AlbaβOsprey grimaced at the memory, pain and indignation flaring up as the still healing wound was jostled once more.
Suddenly, she couldnβt bear to look at Airlangga anymore. But storming off after the performance she had just put on minutes ago would only worsen the situation, cause more questions to pop up in that scattered little brain of his.
Closing her eyes tightly, Osprey breathed deeply through her nose and willed herself to refocus. Anggaβno, Crow was an easy mark. Sheβd barely have to do anything to get him to talk. And she still had that one nugget of information in her back pocket to dangle over his head, just in case.
Rearranging her face into what she hoped was a passable smile she looked at the other grymm once more. βIβm just trying to see if thereβs any discrepancies between the different copies. Iβll give it right back once Iβm done butβ¦ have you noticed anything odd about your letter? Or maybe something about the wording that feels off to you?β
With the entire D.O.A.A. buzzing about the hunt, the quiet simmer of Romeo's anger wasn't nearly as palpable as it might otherwise be. He could seek refuge in his bardo, but that felt too much like running from a fight. Besides, he didn't want anyone noticing his absence and drawing certain conclusions from it.
Upon catching sight of the awkward exchange transpiring in the lobby, he just couldn't help himself. Especially not now. For him, riling up Osprey was a surefire way to self-soothe. Like yoga or meditation, except for unrepentant assholes. Ignoring the wide berth her impressive wings demanded, he stepped in close, perhaps ruffling a few of her feathers with the movement.
"Jesus, Ospy. Is that supposed to be a smile?" His lips tilted into something that might be evocative of sympathy, were it not for the obvious note of cruel teasing. "Maybe try it again with teeth." He gestured unhelpfully along his own mouth.
"I wouldn't give it to her," Romeo ducked his head slightly toward the Grymm between them, conspiratorial, but it was all for show. He spoke at full volume, eyes bright. "I don't know why she'd want your copy of a widely distributed communique we all gotβ" well, he could think of a couple reasons, it just served him better to insinuate she was nuts, "βbut, I mean, you smell it, right? Coffee, professional envy, maybe just the slightest undertone of mania."
Osprey felt a twinge of irritation at the sound of Kestrel's melodic intonation. Her rage only spiked higher as he bullied his way closer, breezily tousling some of her feathers in directions she knew she would need to manually rearrange later. But, what was that saying? In for a penny, in for a pound? Keeping her eyes on the rotund, bearded man she had captive, she flicked the wing closest to Romeo in the direction of his head, hoping to catch him off guard.
Something acerb bubbled up in her throat as she processed Kestrel's words, fighting the urge to fall further into their usual song and dance. But, she had known that doing this in a public space would be diceyβwhat with every grymm on a razor's edge and itching for an advantage. Honestly, if anything, she should be flattered that Kestrel had located her like a heat-seeking missile, somehow intuiting that she was up to something.
But the thought did little to settle her agitation, she had hoped to keep him off her tail for longer than this. She had to stick to a plan. Anything else would raise more of Romeoβs suspicions.
Shifting her attention back to the grymm in front of herβSparrow, from the Governance Officeβshe gave him a hurt, nonplussed expression before letting out a shocked little, β...Oh..! ...Well, thatβs a little mean. Donβt you think so, Sparrow?β
Sparrow responded by looking at her blankly.
She felt another pang of agitation but she should have known Sparrow wouldnβt be much help. His timid personality had been why she had approached him in the first place; figuring that meek grymm would make easier targets. Pursing her lips, she shot Sparrow a sheepish smile before brushing a few stands of hairs away from her face. She chanced a quick sideways glance in the direction Rome's voice had come and was annoyed to find that he was still hovering nearby. Irritation mounting, Osprey fell back on to old habits.
βI mean, honestly, pot calling the kettle black, am I right?β She chucked acrimoniously. βBut seriously, you do have to ask yourself why "Mr. Big Shot" is loitering at the office when the game is already afoot.β
Scooting in closer to Sparrow, she made a show of stage whispering conspiratorially, her voice a deep rumble, smile turning more severe. βYou think heβs doing something as cocky as giving the rest of us all a head start? What a fucking jackass.β
Letting out a puff of laughter, Osprey pulled away before reaching out an arm to pat Sparrowβs shoulder companionably as she tucked her wings back in. βI just wanted a few more copies of the letter from my scrapbook, is all. But if you canβt part with your letter, Sparrow, I totally get it! Sβnot every day we get something from Their Eminence Themselves, yβknow?β
Shooting another sideways glance at Kestrel she tried to gauge his expression. She had no clue how much Romeo knew about her hobbies but that lie was totally believable, right?
β§ο½₯οΎβ where: βosprey's bardo ; on the pier by the lake ; early morningβ
β§ο½₯οΎβ when: βsometime after osprey manages to acquire a small stack of the magistrate's letter from other grymm β
β§ο½₯οΎβ status: βclosed for @niravenousβ
βYou think it's weird too, right?β Osprey asked, leaning forward to brace her hands on the galvanized steel guardrail in front of her. Her eyes scanned the water's surface as she spoke; early morning mist still clung to its surface, obscuring the other side of the shore in a soft white haze. The mountain ridge in the distance was cloaked in a thicker brume, merely a suggestion of a cordillera; fuzzy at the edges, the details nearly indescribable in the fog.
Normally, the sight of the lake and its surroundings would soothe her, but the nagging questions bouncing around in her head would not be so easily quashed. Instead dislodging other quandaries she had shelved for later, causing them to float up to the surface.
As far as she knew, sheβd never been to the Emerald Lake when she was alive. The first and only time she'd ever been to the location had been during a standard collection where she had been so captivated by the vibrant green color of the water she had stayed on Earth long enough to watch the sun climb far above the highest peak of the mountain. At the time she had felt like something had clicked into place, like she had finally found her own little slice of heaven to recreate back in the After.
So, logically, she understood why her bardo had taken this form when she had finally walked through her door again, it made perfect senseβexcept for the fact that she had never been inside the lodge. SheΒ hadn't needed to enter the building to complete her mission so there had been no reason to, not when she had already extended her time in the Living World for longer than was necessary. But, Osprey knew if she and Magpie were to walk inside it, they would find the cabin fully furnished, filled in, lived in. Therefore, there was a huge gap in the logic. Because if not her own, then whose memories had the bardo used to create that space from? Had it pulled the information from the minds of other shades who had been here in lifeβor did it drag the information out from some deep, forgotten corner of her brain?
Her stomach turned with discomfort at the thought and she chewed on her bottom lip. Something heavy splashed in the water to her right and her eyes shifted to land on familiar circular ripples in the water. It was a routine occurrence in her bardo, one that she could probably set a watch to if such a thing would matter in the After. But she had never been able to see the fish as it leaped from the waterβno matter how hard she triedβonly the waves that it left in its wake.
Whose memory was that? Hers or the fish's?
Sighing, Osprey shook her head. It would do her no good to dwell on that right now. There were bigger fish to fry than the one lurking in the water.
Turning her attention back to the grymm at her side, she continued the train of thought from earlier. βI mean, think about it for a sec, Mags. If there was really a soul running around Earth with the power to escape deathβthen why didnβt they give us more information about them? Like how do we even know the kid is real and this isn't just some wild goose chase?β
β§ο½₯οΎβ where: βthe transitionary space between the d.o.a.a.'s main lobby and the great hallsβ
β§ο½₯οΎβ when: βshortly after the great ravens have passed around the challenge letters to all grymmβ
β§ο½₯οΎβ status: βopenβ
Osprey stood with her back to the Great Halls, her body held taut like a bowstring with her arms crossed over her chest. The slender fingers of her right hand rhythmically tapping on the edges of a slightly crumpled manila folder clutched tightly in her grip. Her eyebrows were furrowed in irritation, lips pursed in a pout as her eyes darted to and fro. Her gaze momentarily pausing on one of the hundreds of people milling around the common area before darting to the next.
Her large wings were tucked closely to her back but an occasional involuntary twitch shifted the giant mass of browns like waves, making her feathers stand on end before they settled again. She let out a deep sigh still searching the crowd before here eyes came to a complete stop. She squinted before recognition and a bright smile broke out on her face; the attempt at friendliness immediately clashing with the almost wolfish look in her eyes.
Unfurling her wings slightly, Osprey forcefully created space between herself and the sea of people moving around the Great Halls. A handful of shades shot her dirty looks as they begrudgingly walked around her but she paid them no mind as she stalked forward.
βOh my gosh, hi!β She said with a high inflection on the final word. βWow! Itβs so funny running into you here!β
The smile from before was pinched tightly as she continued to step closer. Her wings opening wider to create a small alcove in the crowd around herself and the other person. βAnyway, since you are here I figure you either signed up for the challenge or declined the invitationβand thatβs wonderful! Great even. Way to go for making a decision!β She said, pumping a celebratory fist up in the air, the motion slightly stiff.
βThatβs so cool! But, anyway, I have a slightly weird request. Well, not weirdβjust, uh, since you got all that,β She waved her hand in the general direction of the D.O.A.A. reception desk, βdealt with, you probably donβt need the letter anymore, right?β
Taking another step she tucked the folder still in her hands under one of her arms before grasping her hands together, the smile growing thin-lipped. βSooooo, do you think I could maybe have it instead?β
elevator doors engraved with art nouveau style with aquatic plants and large five pointed star along with a brick archway, a long decorative sconce, and a large rectangular floor indicator that sits above the doors.
she doesn't know this fact but her signature door took the shape of a set of elevator doors from the Marine Building in Vancouver. they manifested in this form because it is the setting of a rare happy memory she had with her brother when they were still children and before their relationship soured completely. notably the colors of the door are significantly more saturated and vibrant than they are in real life (like in the first photo hehe). the floor indicator is functional and turns on whenever she summons her door but she cannot make heads-or-tails about why certain floors light up.
osprey doesn't know that these doors are from a memory and not her Essence so there is a part of her that has fixated on the engravings on the door plates. she thinks perhaps because the etchings are aquatic themed and an osprey's diet consists primarily of fish, the person she was in the Before must have had a strong association with water.
SOUL SEVER:
sickle attached to an iron chain
it has a dark wooden handle that is carved to perfectly fit in the groves of her hands, the bottom and top of it flared out so it cannot easily slip out of her grip. the blade is in the elongated claw-like shape people associate with grim reaper scythes but the underside has a serrated edge.
the iron chain has a vaguely teardrop shaped weight at the end. the chain + weight cannot do damage to the hollowed but she uses it to toss her sickle at them and then pull it back from angles they are not expecting instead of manifesting it back into her hands.
DESIRED EMOJI βοΈ
WHAT DO YOUR MUSEβS WINGS LOOK LIKE?
Ospy has the wings of an adult female Eurasian Osprey (Pandion haliaetus haliaetus) and typical to birds of the species, her wings are huge in comparison to her body (something like 8'3" ft wide compared to her 5'2 ft height)
the topsides of her wings are various shades of glossy browns that can range anywhere for more reddish tones like chestnuts to darker walnut browns. the morph on the undersides of her wings are relatively lighter in color compared to what is common in the species(more tawny and a smokey taupe than dark, almost black) but she has significant "freckling" of darker brown and apricot colored feathers.
she has quite a few nicks on the tips of her feathers (especially the primaries) but none are significantly damaged except for a singular feather on her right wing that is missing a tiny portion of the tip.
WHAT SHAPE DOES THEIR BARDO USUALLY TAKE?
her bardo was initially in the shape of her childhood home and because she lacked the memories to provide context, everything outside the boundary of the fence was covered in fog.
the first time she ever went into her personal bardo, osprey explored the house for a short while before she was overwhelmed by intense discomfort and she fled back to Near Vane. she did not return for a long time after she became a grymm.
currently, her bardo is in the shape of the emerald lake in the yoho national park, british columbia. there is a large wooden cabin by the water. because she doesn't have many friends, not many people have been inside her bardo. no one else has a key to her door but osprey and the doorman and she hadn't bothered to ask for another copy.
WHAT ARE THEY LIKE AT THE DEPARTMENT OF AFTERLIFE AFFAIRS?
she's the co-worker from hellβnosy, rude, and overly familiar with others. it's a pain to get her to do her paperwork; and while she will fill in the important information, trying to get her to give a description of a mission that's longer than a handful of words is like pulling teeth.
her terrible attitude and personality are legendary and her name absolutely precedes her. there is no one in the collections office (or the shade advocacy office... or governance office...) who hasn't heard a story of about herβwhether the stories are true or overblown is difficult to say since the rumors don't exactly get back to her.
WHAT IS THEIR OPINION ON πππ πΌπππππππππ?
she straight up doesn't think they're real. she thinks "the magi" (derogatory) is just the deputies and chiefs in a trench coat (sans caracara because she thinks he's nice) to keep everyone else in line.
anytime she hears anyone talk about them with even a drop of reverence, she's white knuckling her fists and closing her eyes as tightly as she can to avoid rolling her eyeballs right out of her head. but because she knows she will get reprimanded (or worse) for voicing her opinion about πππ πΌπππππππππ she doesn't really talk about her dislike or theories about them with anyone other than magpie.
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HOW DO THEY LOOK LIKE/DRESS LIKE IN THE AFTER?
her style is significantly more casual than what aditi wore in life but she will change into more formal clothing when collecting human souls. also, osprey tends to favor earth and jewel tones over the brighter saturated color palette aditi wore to please her mother.
in the After, she tends to wear soft t-shirts under bomber jackets and distressed jeans, with sensible sneakers or cloth running shoes. she doesn't tend to wear much jewelry unless on a collection where she will put on a tastefully understated set of earrings, rings, necklace, and/or bracelets. in the after, sometimes she will will put on a bangle or necklace but they tend to be liabilities in combat so these are rather rare occasions!
ANY NOTABLE RELATIONSHIPS WITH NPCS AT THE DEPARTMENT?
she's a hard person to like and is routinely insubordinate so uh... in my pov, most people tend to just tolerate her because she is good at her job (the hollowed hunting part, less so the easing people into death part. but if you want someone to take you out before you even realize something is happening to youβshe's your gal!).
she is however, rather fond of caracara because he's nice person and she appreciates that he's trying to do good for non-grymm! she thinks gryfalcon is a dweeb and doesn't get why caracara is down bad for him (a hypocritical pov because she likes nerdy women (and butches but, that's neither here or there))
she has beef with jaeger and she'd have a crush on treeswift if she didn't...
ARE THERE ANY RUMORS OR GOSSIP ABOUT THEM?
....have an rather obvious crush on pigeon...
also some people might think it's weird that she calls magpie various versions of "old man"/"grandpa" because he is physically younger than her but he allows it soπ!!!
there might also be talk about her beef with people like kestrel (and jaeger to a lesser extent). she probably has beef with other people too but we will cross that bridge when we get there. π«‘
π³ "Are you a good cook? Do you enjoy cooking? What's your favorite thing to cook?"
aditi was a fairly decent cook when she was younger, mostly because her mother expected her to learn and be good at a lot of the more traditionally "feminine" household tasks. but as she got older she began to buck against these expectations since her twin brother was not held to the same standards.
as an adult, i wouldn't say she was bad per say but she definitely lost a lot of the skills she had as a teen. she usually just bought premade food, ate at restaurants, or picked up takeout. the reasoning being a mix of her being very busy and the convenience of living in a big city!
in the after, osprey sees absolutely no reason to cookβshe's not even sure if she can lmao! she's like "why bother? it's not like we actually have to eat..."
there's a part of her deep down that resents the idea of cooking in general because it was a chore Pratham didn't have to do and those feelings stuck even though she doesn't remember why she hates it so much.
[THE HERMIT] - Is solitude a good or bad thing for them? Do they like being alone, or do they have no choice?
osprey is 1000% someone who cannot deal with extended amounts of alone time unless she's completely engrossed in a task. being alone means she's alone with her own thoughts and we can't have that, so she's usually up to something at all times.
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i would say that because most people at the D.O.A.A. are not very fond of her (due to her bad personality haha), she wouldn't have much of a choice about whether or not she's in the company of othersβbut!!!! she's super annoying and will not take a hint and leave unless she gets bored or she finds a new, more interesting target. she's also the type that will follow after people if they walk away from her if she's not done talking. π₯΄
CHARACTER NAME: πΎπππππ’ / Aditi Chaturvedula
NICKNAME(S): "Ospy" (she hates when anyone calls her Aditi!)
GENDER/PRONOUNS: cis woman, she/her
SEXUALITY: lesbian
HEIGHT: 5'2"
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: resting bitch faceβ’, dark wavy hair, an ever present cocky smile, large eyes, neatly manicured eyebrows, prominent nose, high cheekbones, large mole on the left side of her chin, pronounced smile lines, sharp jawline, callouses on her hands from playing string instruments
APPEARS (THE AGE AT TIME OF DEATH): forty-seven (47)
BIRTHDAY: October 30, 1957
PLACE OF BIRTH: Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
NATIONALITY: Canadian
FAMILY INFORMATION: mother, father, younger twin brother
CAUSE OF DEATH she was murdered by a surviving family member of the case she botched :^(
LIKES: the rain, cats, sparrows, libraries, the sound of pencils or pens scratching across paper, the clacking keyboards and typewriters, spicy food, the ding of elevator doors when they open, reading, swimming, hiking, the great outdoors, street art, the smell of ylang ylang, post cards, decorative stamps, stationary, sincere and earnest people, buildings with good acoustics, gossip
DISLIKES: losing, being told what to do, nosy people, small talk, long lines, the sound of big crowds, clutter, paperwork, alcohol, surprises, rose scented or powdery perfumes, gossip (she contains magnitudes)
HOBBIES: hunting hollowed, sparring, people watching in the Living World, junk journaling/scrapbooking, sudoku, calligraphy, violin and sarangi playing, stargazing, bonsai and orchid keeping, flower pressing, mushroom hunting (she just likes looking at them haha), eavesdropping (...magnitudes...boy, does she contains them...)
HABITS: openly staring at people and not caring if they catch her, head tilting, a raised-brow-nose-scrunch-curled-lip combo when she's being mean on purpose, eye rolling, tongue clicking, scoffing, laughing out loud when she thinks someone is being an idiot, generally being unpleasant, overthinking, being hypercritical of herself and others
πΆπΆπΈ. ππ‘ππππ
CHARACTER TROPES: Lovable Alpha Bitch | Sour Outside, Sad Inside | Good Is Not Nice | Brutal Honesty | Hot-Blooded | Deadpan Snarker | Hidden Depths | Hidden Heart of Gold | Combat Pragmatist | The Gadfly | Big Sister Instinct | Tsundere
CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS: Ino Yamanaka (Naruto) | Rei Hino (Sailor Moon) | Miss Texas (Miss Congeniality) | Taichi (New Japan Pro Wrestling) | Olivier Mira Armstrong (Fullmetal Malchemist) | Saeko Mukoda (Yakuza: Like a Dragon) | Toph Beifong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good
ZODIAC/NATAL CHART: Scorpio Sun | Capricorn Moon | Aquarius Rising
