ThunderSong

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"Looks like a storm's brewing.. better find cover."
ThunderSong
Player: Jessimay
Origin: Magic
Archetype: Earth/Storm Controller
Security Level: 40
Personal Data
Real Name: Cadence Miller
Known Aliases: None
Species: Human
Age: ??
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 175 lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
Biographical Data
Nationality: United States Citizen
Occupation: Student, Naturalist
Place of Birth: Wellington, Kansas, U.S.A.
Base of Operations: Founder's Falls, Paragon City, U.S.A.
Marital Status: Single
Known Relatives: Millie Miller (Grandmother), Marianne Miller (Mother, Deceased)
Known Powers
Elevated awareness of certain spirits, Gift of manipulation of elements, Intense booty shaking Control and Advanced Eyelash-Batting.
Known Abilities
Communication with Elemental Spirits of Earth, Water and Air.
Equipment
Low-Tech Roller Blades with small motors built in to her boots (no, really.)

Misc.

  • Doesn't like to talk about her family too much, though she's usually forthcoming on other subjects.
  • Loves a good pizza; she has the hips and thighs to prove it.
  • Continues to be a shameless flirt, often preferring tall men, but has been seen to flirt with women as well. Her sexuality is as of yet a mystery.
I put off rolling a Storm character for a long, long time, fearing the powerset due to the many bad experiences I've had on teams, dealing with stormies who don't know how to use it, or assume that just having Gale is reason enough to use it.. after some time and research I finally worked up the nerve to roll one, and ThunderSong has been a total blast ever since!



((This page is heavily under construction!))


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Cadence Miller is a fairly level-headed woman, though it may have taken her some years to get there. Mild sarcasm and genuine interest in the people around her seem to pervade all of her activities and conversations, and she has been seen to have something of a prankster's spirit. Despite all this, she is usually quite friendly and willing to put her best foot forward, whether it be on solid ground or into a pitfall.


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The relationship between ThunderSong and the Elements is one that remains difficult to explain. She has often attempted it, with limited success; in her own words:

'"You've heard all those stories about the four elements and their properties and yadda yadda, right? How Earth is stability and so strong; how Air can be flighty, and how Water is gentle and relates to healing? Well, it's kind of like that. I guess 'talk' is a bad descriptor, here - I don't get on my knees and talk to the ground. 'Feel' is probably a better word for it, but that gets into really weird stuff that most people can't understand.

Basically.. well, I 'ask' them - the elements, that is - to do things, and sometimes they do and sometimes they don't. Nature has its own ideas of right and wrong, you know - but, eh, I guess that's a discussion for another day. Maybe with alcohol involved."




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Cadence sat hunched over the old wooden table, forehead unceremoniously resting on the rough surface of it, elbows akimbo alongside her hidden face. It was another extremely warm day, and sitting in the dusty basement, surrounded by old artifacts, tomes and boxes containing God-knows-what wasn't her idea of a good way to cool off.

"Mom - c'mon, can't we just be done now? We've been at this for houuurrs," the teenager whined.

Her mother shook her head slightly at the other end of the table, but gave no further indication that she had even heard her daughter, continuing to read aloud from one of her books. One of her thick, heavy, wordy books, that Cadence herself considered to be a torture device.

Heaving a great, long-suffering sigh, Cadence pushed herself off the table, flinging herself against her chair in obvious agony. "Mooom, it's over ahundred outside - why do we have to do this down here?"

Marianne Miller didn't miss a beat as she turned one of the pages delicately; "Because we've always done it down here and you're no exception. In 1867, the first misuse of the elements was reported which caused an Earthquake-"

Candace huffed as her mother continued.

The dry Kansas heat was bad enough outside, but within the solid cellar walls, it was practically stagnant air. She had cut her hair short for the summer, but what was left to tickle her neck was stuck to it with sweat. She placed her heels on the edge of the table and rocked her chair back on two legs, pursing her lips.

Finally peering at her daughter over the edge of the book, Marianne paused. "You're going to tip over and crack your head, young lady."

Cadence gave her mother a cool look. "We can manipulate the earth and you're worried that I can't control my chair? Come on, mom."

As if on cue, her heel slipped off the table and the back of the chair hit the cement floor with a loud crack; Cadence cussed loudly, flailing to avoid her skull meeting a similar fate.

"I warned you," Marianne responded calmly, "and watch your language."



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