๐ผ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐ : ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ช ๐ซ๐ป๐ช๐ฟ๐ช๐ป๐ช . . .
name : vesta bravara age : appears mid - twenties , middle sister pronouns : she / her orientation : lesbian alignment : chaotic good occupation : fighter , guardian location : somewhere warm and sunny folklore link : witchcraft affiliations : flames , smoke , the fire in her stomach
โน vesta is a wildfire in human form . she laughs loud , loves fiercely and burns hot . her loyalty has always been and will always be unshakeable ; anger building in her quicker than a bonfire .
โน although her temper is quick to build , her forgiveness is slower to settle . but when it does , her care goes right back to being the warmth of a hearth and the danger of an inferno . her spark refuses to go out , no matter how hard other's have tried to stamp and smother it .
โน she believes she was made to protect , not just her sisters but anyone she encounters . the world is hers to warm , to tend to . she aches to bring light to those around her , but often finds herself burning too bright .
โ โ โ*โง โน ๐ ๐โ๐๐๐ก ๐ โ๐๐๐ก :
the three sisters grew up separately . vesta was raised in the desert by a woman who claimed she once swallowed a comet . her world was sand and sun and silence , broken only by battle spells and stories about the end of the world .
she loves her sisters but has an unshakeable need to protect them . she hates how her older sister barks orders , and hates how her younger sister seems completely disinterested . she continues to try for them , but grows more irritated by them every day .
she is usually in steady control of her power , but when she isn't , she becomes something terrifying and holy .








