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[attr="class","SScontent2temp1"] Magical Ability:

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Fairies: Aside from the ability to fly, Tempest can usually demonstrate some small instances of healing, but her main talent – and the one that she utilises most – is her ability to communicate with birds. [break] [break]

Appearance:

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Tempest is quite tall – for a fairy, at least. Even so, she barely breaks the five foot barrier. It's a fact that she's pretty proud of, even if other fairies look at her like she's some kind of mutant freak. It wasn't her fault that both of her parents had tall ancestors! Plus, it's kinda neat being able to look down on pretty much everyone. Speaking of looking, that was another thing she had inherited from her parents – her eyes were generally a bright, ice blue, but they could tend towards the greyer end of the spectrum if she was particularly angry. Her hair was normally a rather muted orange-red, and always abundantly curly, but certain plant dyes and treatments could change the shade of her hair on a whim. As she tended towards the taller end of the scale, it stood to reason that she also wasn't the most petite, as annoying as that may have been. She has been known to break fixtures and fittings – completely accidentally, of course – due to her stature. Seeing as she already looks so different to the rest of her fairy kin, Tempest has made sure that this also extends to her attire. Instead of the typical light dresses and floaty materials that her peers appear to prefer, Tempest crafts all of her garments out of the clingiest materials she can find. She dresses conservatively for work, but when she is out in the forest or pursuing one of her hobbies (which, obviously, are solitary things) her outfits are rather more revealing. They're not meant to be provocative, though – it's simply practical. She is usually barefoot, unless she is in the infirmary, but there is about a 95% probability that she will have a frown on her face regardless of where she is or what she's doing.[break] [break]

Personality:

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Contrary to what most people believe about Healers, Tempest isn't all sunshine and rainbows and cuddles. In fact, she doesn't have a maternal bone in her body, and her bedside manner could be vastly improved. Her father had been very soft-spoken and gentle with his patients, and though Tempest had tried to emulate him at first, frustration always won through. She had been told hundreds of times by her father's subordinates (and sometimes even his patients) that maybe she wasn't best suited to being a Healer, but she had no talents for anything else. One couldn't make a career out of talking to birds. Unless she wanted to perform in a circus, and as much as that travelling would have been exciting and different, she'd rather not. So she stuck to her guns, stubborn as ever, and eventually people began to see that, even if she was brash and impatient, she got results where others didn't.

Inquisitive to a fault, Tempest always completed a full record of any injury she treated – how it had happened, where it had happened, what the injury looked like, how it had been treated, and how long it had taken until it was fully healed. She tried new methods where she thought of them – always on herself first, she wasn't a barbarian – and was constantly trying to mix more effective potions and ointments and tinctures. This meant that she spent the majority of her free time either in the forest (tracking down herbs and various different plants to experiment with) or in her workshop. As something of a perfectionist, Tempest was regularly frustrated by herself and her lack of progress, but the occasional breakthroughs would bring a smile to her face. Briefly.

She has a sharp tongue, and very little patience, especially for clumsy people that drag her away from her work. She dislikes interruptions and can't abide stupid questions, and oftentimes she can come across as arrogant, rude, or just plain mean. The only people that she is nice to are people that have interesting injuries, or people that have somehow fallen into her good graces (which isn't easy).[break] [break]

History:

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Like most of the fairy folk, Tempest was born under the pink blossoms of the Niwetri Forest. Her parents had had children when they were younger, but they had all grown up and flown the nest (not that they lived in a nest, of course) before Tempest arrived. She had seen her siblings only a few times in her life, but she didn't miss them or even think about them all that often – after all, they were veritable strangers to her.

When she was growing up, Tempest was forever running (or flying) off to have some kind of adventure. At first, her parents would chase after her, but in the end they deemed it pointless, as they very rarely found her and she always came home safely. They learned fairly early on that it was nigh on impossible for her to get lost – all she had to do was ask one or other of the birds that was always flitting around for some directions. They were usually more than happy to help, as it was a pretty novel experience being able to converse with someone so different from themselves.

When she reached what her parents deemed to be an acceptable age, Tempest's mother sat her down and tried to teach her everything she knew about fashion and tailoring. It was an unmitigated disaster. Though her stitches were even and straight, her embroidery and colour-matching left a lot to be desired. Not to mention the fact that she found it difficult to sit for longer than ten minutes without having to set something down and do something else. It was just boring. In Tempest's eyes, the only redeeming thing about her mother's trade was the fact that she travelled to different markets to sell her wares.

So it was with a modicum of hesitation that her father agreed to take her on as an apprentice Healer. Surely the same thing would happen? But it appeared that all that was needed to ground Tempest for any measure of time was something that interested her, as Healing did. For almost twenty years, Tempest endured being ordered around by everyone at the infirmary. It was on her fortieth birthday that her father threw a celebration for her – she had graduated from apprentice to a fully qualified Healer.

Tempest's time was absorbed with her work and experiments, and she had little time for anyone or anything else. However, she did manage to have a few (very short lived) relationships. Though she didn't advertise the fact, she didn't hate absolutely everybody.

The years passed quickly and mostly uneventfully, until Tempest was surprised to discover that her father was approaching his 250th birthday. His hair was turning white, and he didn't fly as quickly as he used to, but otherwise he was just the same as he had always been. However, Tempest had heard whispers that some of the other Healers thought he was past his prime. Had she not heard these rumours, she would have chalked his death down to his advanced years. Instead, she snuck into the morgue and tested his blood. There was such a mixture of things in there that it was impossible to decipher what it was. But that didn't mean that Tempest was going to give up. As well as having taken the mantle of Head Healer, Tempest had taken it upon herself to prove that her father's death hadn't happened naturally. That was a year ago, and she was still no closer to the truth. [break] [break] Miscellaneous:

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Tempest only carries a small dagger with her – for taking plant cuttings rather than actually defending herself. She has a couple of friends, but not many people can take her personality for any length of time, and she has very little time to devote to 'hanging out'. Though she doesn't have any pets as such, there are quite a few birds that will come and tell her when interesting things happen in the surrounding areas – it was almost like she had a little spy network. A shame, really, that it wasn't able to help her with the one thing she wanted to know more than anything else. She lives in a little cottage by the lake on the southern border of the Niwetri forest, not far from the infirmary.

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