Vibes chart
Class
Seer: Smart. Precise. Weird sort of quiet clarity.
Mage: Messy. Competent. Feels all over the place but in a quiet unnoticeable way. Sloppy?
Page: Bright. Young. Naive. Childlike. High energy like a tense mechanical whirring.
Knight: Anxious. High strung like a tense mechanical whirring. Tense and strong like grabbing someone by the collar.
Heir: Bright. Pure. Straightforward. Simple. Uncomplicated like a bright block of colour.
Witch: A punch in the gut. Bright. All-encompassing. Straightforward.
Sylph: Like fog in the corners of the frame. Tentative, sort of vine-like. Backhanded. Curling. “How do you catch a cloud and pin it down”.
Maid: Big, but understated. Like a flat expansive plane that is a distance away. Slightly tense. Quiet.
Rogue: Barely there. Chilled out. Like a transparent shell with only fog beneath. But not hard. Just Present.
Thief: Like a pointed lance. Sharp and intense. Like a lowered spear, off to the side but catching the light. Could draw blood but not right now.
Bard: Confused. Like a tumbleweed. Like an optical illusion where you can’t focus on more than one part of the picture at a time. Almost writhing but you can’t make it out clearly. Foggy.
Prince: Like a blast of lukewarm water to the face. Strong and pure. Encompassing.
Aspect
Breath: Pure. Bright. Energetic. Free. Darting. Light, floating. Whirling
Blood: Tense. Dark. Sweating. Clenched fists. Intense. Weighted. Like when you’re nervous and all you hear is pulsing in your ears.
Heart: Pure. Bright. Vivid. Colourful. Energetic. Present. Eager. Pink. Welcoming.
Mind: Distant. Cool like a hard surface. Feels fixed in place like a physical object. But far away and not heavy. Not precise or detailed but determinedly set.
Life: Somewhat present. Difficult to decipher. Feels settled but somehow impossible to view.
Doom: Distant. Fixed. Quiet. Not as fixed as you’d expect. A tinge of clarity. But just elusive enough.
Hope: Bright. Light. All over the place. Like the sun tickling your skin. Like a very gentle breeze in the early morning. What you think morning fog should feel like when you look at it.
Rage: Roiling. Intense. Deep. Slightly desperate. Like a whirlpool in a hot spring about to suck you under.
Light: Bright. Like a beam directly on your face. Like when you put on your glasses and everything is suddenly painfully clear. Saturated colour.
Void: Vague. Distant. Dark. Barely felt. Vanishing. Gentle. Present. Like darkness being chased away by encroaching light.
Space: Vivid. Big. Loud. Immediate. Like a big screen projector right in front of your face. Like a bright pastel room closed around you.
Time: Distant. Rumbling. Drifting. Like skipping stones in the distance. Almost placid but not really. A warm river that barely trickles.