Main Studio: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/50860727 Signup format: Isolde Briar (Issi) / 19 / Female / Pan / Mutant / Shape shifting, empathy, mind reading, element control, healing of herself, others and the realm / Daggers of all kinds / At bottom / Notes and credits / Unknown family / She loves the jasmine. No one knows why. Her daggers even have jasmine flowers etched on the blades and carved into the hilts.She's also Russian inspired. / With her long, dark hair cascading down and subtly fading into a striking shade of steely silver, she wears a delicate flower crown woven with fragrant jasmine blossoms. Her face is shaped like a heart, tapering gently to a delicate chin, and her skin is a luminous alabaster. The most arresting features are her big, round, silver-colored doe eyes, which hold a soft and innocent expression. She is clad in a simple sleeveless white dress that hangs gracefully to her ankles, and she walks barefoot, giving her a naturally serene and unadorned presence. Her overall build is petite and slim, lending her a graceful and delicate air.
Isolde of the fading realm. Isolde is not simply a survivor of a dying world; she is a product of it. She is a mutant, a living anomaly in the broken realm of Spiregrey, and her unique condition makes her both an asset to her comrades and a terrifying unknown to her enemies. Unlike the other mutated individuals who roam the wastelands—horrors twisted by the ash and decay—Isolde's mutation manifested in a profound, internal way. The very essence of Roganath's fading realm seemed to pass through her, not corrupting her, but transforming her into a conduit for its pain. Her elegant features, the alabaster skin and heart-shaped face, remained, but her dark hair began to streak with a metallic, steely silver, and her large, doe-like eyes took on a piercing, silvery hue. Her mutation is one of empathy and connection. She can feel the suffering of the crumbling world and the whispers of the lost spirits. She senses the emotions and intentions of other living beings, making her a living compass for the Rugged Swords. The Rugged Swords found her in a quiet, crumbling glade, barefoot and humming a soft, sorrowful melody. They recognized her as one of the mutants they were hired to hunt, but they also saw that she was different. Her mutation wasn't a curse of brute force, but a gift of profound sensitivity. Isolde's strange ability to sense danger and feel the emotional landscape of the ashen wastelands made her an invaluable asset. She is their fragile compass, the only person who can feel a path through the ashen wastelands. Her presence among them creates a complex dynamic. She is a symbol of the very thing they are hired to fight, yet she is also their most important tool for survival. The other mercenaries protect her not just for her skills, but for the hope she represents: a mutant who has chosen compassion and humanity over rage and hunger, proving that not all of the new world is lost to ruin.
