Hi! This is my first ever DTA entry thing, so I know it isn't great, but I thought that I might as well try! It also didn't help that I had a terrible stomach ache while I drew her. I wrote a little writing piece featuring her in the notes and credits if you're interested!
-Name: Storm BlackBreeze -Gender: Female -Age: As long as storm clouds have been here, but she looks way younger than she actually is -Job: Thinking for people -Backstory: She met her best friend, Sea, when she was really young. She had gotten lost and her wings were heavy; she was going to crash when Sea found her. She's been completely loyal to him ever since. One day, Sea was in a strange mood. The water on their beach was especially rough that day, and Sea was constantly yelling at Storm. She had done nothing wrong, but there were little things, like it she didn't float fast enough on the wind, he would go into a rage, and that day he simply left, never coming back. She waited, and waited, and days turned into weeks, weeks to months, months to years, with no sign of him. She would've chased after him, but she was so heart broken it caused her wings to be so heavy she couldn't fly. All she has left of him were the bracelets he had given her. After decades, she finally was able to get past it and fly, in search of him. -Personality: Laid back, likes to think things though -Fun Facts: She can't actually 'fly' with the wings, she uses them to basically float, and uses the wind to get where she wants to go. She also has streaks of purple in her hair, which she secretly likes, but claims to think they look stupid. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Storm gazed up at the blue sky with the white, puffy clouds. It was strange to think that she had once been like that. Weightless, carefree. She didn't mind how she was now, however. Things change. Nothing is permanent. It's all temporary. She just wished that maybe she could one day feel the freedom that the white clouds felt. Not heavy and weighed down like she was now. "Hey, you okay?" asked her memory, which was the only company she had. "Yeah," she replied, sitting down in the sand. She wondered if it was abnormal to talk to your memories. Even if it wasn't, she didn't really care. When you've been alone on a deserted beach for decades you start to do things that other people wouldn't. Storm thought back to when she was first trying to float. Her wings were much too now, of course, but the used to be much less gray. A lighter shade. "Ha ha, there you go!" laughed Sea's memory as her younger self floated on a breeze. She beamed at his approval, her heart swelling. Storm stopped, rubbing her golden bracelets and shaking her head. Thinking of Sea wouldn't help anything. Where he was, who he was with... it doesn't matter now. She'll never see him again. Or could she? She stood back up, stretching her wings out. She thought of all the times they had shared in the sun. Laughing. Joking. Talking. "Y'know, purple looks good on you," commented Sea from a memory. "Here, try it like this:" "That's the spirit!" "Ha ha, no, you put your left foot there, and the right one over here!" "Cool bracelets!" Her wings began to rain and get much lighter. She jumped up, catching a breeze. She closed her eyes, treasuring this triumphant moment, then opened them. "I'm coming, Sea. I'm coming."
