My name is Crimson. Whether that is for the color of my cloak or the other way around, I won't say. The ways in which Fate has shaped my life are strange. My powers are at the constant mercy of those around me, but my hard-earned inner strength is not. My abilities at any given moment are decided by what those around my believe I can do. Rumors are my lifeblood and without them, my own lies would be what empowered me.
My power first came to light at a young age, though my parents did not believe when I told them, and so I could not prove it. When at last it became obvious they sent me to a special school.... There I learned how to control a variety of powers and trained so to never be helpless . I mastered use of my staff and in a moment of strength, imbued my cloak the ability to lend me certain abilities when wearing it. I can control my falls and have limited invisibility through it.
Somewhere, someone spread a rumor of a mark on my forehead and it spread like wildfire, so now a spiraling red mark adorns my forehead whenever I go out as Crimson. So many rumors abound of its function that they cancel each other out to the point it gives me a small headache.
When not using my skills for good, I am a grad student researching various genes responsible for superpowers in non-humanoids. I recently applied for a small population of tame silver foxes to aid me in my research, but have not heard back from the Russian lab....
Awh, that is sad..I've read the first 3 and I'm working on the 4th currently. I do own the first 5 and just purchased the 6th waiting for it to come in the mail.
I noticed you have The Chronicles of the Imaginarium Geographica books listed in your favorites list :3 Your name came up when I was looking for others who had it listed. I'm glad to see there are other fans out there
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Happy holidays to you, my friend! scream
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