ThunderSong
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| "Looks like a storm's brewing.. better find cover." | |
| ThunderSong | |
| Player: Jessimay | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| 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.) | |
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Misc.
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((This page is heavily under construction!))
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.
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:
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."
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."
