Tempest

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The Envoy

Agent of OLYMPUS

"It was a white room. An empty room. But for a white table and a white chair. Featureless, textureless. Airless. Heatless. It was like floating. Like freezing. Like choking! But it…wasn't any of those things? It was just nothing. Only nothing. The absence of sensation. And that absence was enough to drive the human mind mad.

But she was awake! And through the shivering - the shaking - the writhing - that fact alone forced out the thinnest of smiles.

Then a figure appeared. The room became…normal. There would be a talk. And so, sitting down-

She accepted the deal..."

STATS

   Force: 
   Lore: 
   Steel: 
   Sway: 

HARM

   [ ] Confused
   [ ] Overwhelmed
   [ ] Bleeding (-1 Steel)
   [ ] Feverish (-1 Lore)
   [ ] Dead

MOVES

Death:

GEAR

One free Device (that can be replaced whenever I Tool Up)

HISTORY

Roles

   [X] Leader