Traits

Intelligence: 3

Wisdom: 7

Charisma: 9

Strength: 8

Resolve: 14

Strength/dex: 10

tech savvy: 11

Arcana: 11

Stamina: 12

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

— 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Anemo

— 𝐀𝐠𝐞: Matured Ghoul, exact age uncertain

— 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬: Air Ghoul

— 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Female

— 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: She/Her, They/Them

— 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Unspecified, an unofficial nanny to ghoul kits within the pits

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𖤐 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

There’s a degree of feral blood that runs in Anemo veins, untamed despite the attempts at humanising herself. Making her unholy form palatable for the human mind, lowering their inherent defences. Yet nothing could truly mask that piercing stare, although seeing through someone, logistically working out what made them tick in real time.

One could say she is a people watcher. Finding fun in the unfiltered, rawness of the world, no opinion she held was hidden for long on a blunt tongue.

When it came to her duties however, Anemo could not be better suited to the job. Protective to a fault, entertaining for the little ones that followed her like lost baby ducklings. It granted her purpose

— 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: Caring for the ghoul kits,  making up games to play even if it gets in the way of others, poking fun at humans, watching them about their daily life.

— 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: TBD

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𖤐_𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞_

Otherworldly. Ethereal. All sharp teeth and an odd elegance. A pale vision with dark twisting horns to the heavens in deep blue. Pale hair frames slim features, often haphazardly worn, adorned by jewellery if she finds the time.

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𖤐 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

— 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: Summoned yet underutilised, from the moment she came to be in the dusty, dark ministry halls, Anemo was aimless. Another floating body in the clergy while her fellow ghouls found their place in it for their musical talent or more. She showed none of those things, unremarkable for more than odd jobs.

It is what lead to her spend most of her time in the pits, or perhaps resentment is what pushed her away, instead deciding to look after her own first. The kits to be nurtured, or simply cared for while their parents were whisked away on some trip or another. She occupied their time and they occupied hers following along like lost ducklings at her skirts.

𖤐__𝐑𝐩 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬__

- Anemo has the habit of staring at people and forgetting to blink. Untrained in the rules of common etiquette to know it might make some uncomfortable.

- Keeping her nails long has become a point of pride, the only human like tradition she takes part in is styling them. Just because she finds it fun.

- Her brother Pyre is amongst the few people, ghoul or not, that she truly trusts

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