So, through careful prodding at her Starwalker sister, she learned that there was a father-figure in America's life: Bjornbrandr. This was worth investigating. Much of her own personality was shaped and molded by her mothers. It stood to reason that America would be molded by her father.
Bare feet curled against the warmth of stone in the Death forges as she peered around a column at her subject. "Excuuuuse me~" She called out in a low hum of a voice. "Are you Bjornbrandr?"
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Character's name: Camixi
Character's clan: Famine Sage
Character's journal link: [ x ]
Character's Arcana: Justice
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Surprisingly young. 5'4" with big pale blue eyes, dusky skin, and delicate wings usually pressed against her back like a cloak. She never wears shoes if she can help it and has a tendency to go towards 'traditional' famine dress.
Character's clan: Famine Sage
Character's journal link: [ x ]
Character's Arcana: Justice
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Surprisingly young. 5'4" with big pale blue eyes, dusky skin, and delicate wings usually pressed against her back like a cloak. She never wears shoes if she can help it and has a tendency to go towards 'traditional' famine dress.
