Sturmwelle

Sturmwelle { stoorm - VEL - leh } Nickname: Sturm Lead Fighter & Combat Trainer ♦ purchased from LDFA / pre-named ♥ sponsored by firstblush Infused Crystal Minerals & Ores This crystal pulses with an unnatural energy and strange shapes move within. One should not stare overlong into it, lest they begin to stare back at you. (Special thanks Artorias.) 80 Kamaitachi Blades Organics Hard, heavy, and incredibly sharp. 50 Duelist Hilt Trinkets While not much on their own, the discarded hilts of Serthis weaponry are often recycled for usage in larger metallurgic projects. 28 Display Frills Organics Every year it seems as if the display frills get sharper. 41 Daydreamer's Spines Organics Incredibly sharp, these spines can be affixed to armor to deter opponents. 34 Crystal Ball Trinkets You see about 35 treasure in your future. 35 ╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮ = bio = (written by Disillusionist) ♫ Antti Martikainen - One Against the World ♫ ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯

When Sturmwelle was still a child, another hatchling commented that her name, "storm wave", sounded like a magical girl attack. Sturmwelle did a bit of digging into the trope, and from that day onward she was hooked. She would, she decided, become a magical girl dragon.

This would have been attainable if she were, in fact, magical. But the fact of the matter was that Sturmwelle was not as magically talented as other Water hatchlings; she struggled to keep up, actually. Still, there was no reason to pity her. She had inherited her warrior parents' tenacity, and she pushed herself to her limits, striving to become a warrior worthy of the gods. She soon became the academy's star student, respected and even a little feared. She was by then nearly grown, and she no longer talked about her magical-girl aspirations.

That wasn't to say they'd gone away. It seemed they would always be there. For the reason she trained so hard was because she kept believing that, at a crucial moment, she would unlock her inner potential and her hitherto-undiscovered magic would shine forth. She also made sure she was always kind, or at the very least civil, to everyone she met. Magical girls were forces of good. They might be a bit cranky or flighty at times, but their hearts were always pure.

Once she was grown, she left the Sea of a Thousand Currents. She headed to the Sunbeam Ruins to continue her training. She soon graduated from her classes and was placed with a fairly new clan, who were as eager to sharpen their combat skills as she had been all those years go.

Sturmwelle is now approaching what, for most dragons, is middle age. Her magical prowess, assuming she has any, has yet to blossom. Yet she remains a fierce and agile fighter, now feared as much as she is respected.

She does not talk about her dreams as often now, but rest assured, they're still there. Although they may or may not be starting to change....

She continues working with her clanmates, training them to fight. Recently, one of them commented that she seems like the wise sage whom all the main characters need. The one who gives all the story exposition, the one who provides tantalizing hints, the one who tells you that it's dangerous to go alone, so you should take this -- or better yet, let me come with you. (Just like in the Coliseum!) It's an interesting archetype. Perhaps she'll dig into that one, too, when she has some free time....

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Day #6 Prompt wrote: One of the game options at the winter carnival was battling in the coliseum. Pick a dragon or two to describe their time battling at the coliseum. With your writing, post a graphic of what item(s) they may win at the end of a battle. Sturm wasn't the clan's oldest fighter, but she was the most experienced. She had started training from a young age, and when magic -- which she had so desperately wanted -- had failed to bloom within her, she had channeled her ferocity into melee combat instead.

She led the clan's fighting teams, and her teammates, both of whom were much younger than she was, looked up to her as a mentor and a fellow fighter. They had a great deal of respect for her -- reinforced by her usual expression, which was stern and unsmiling. Although sometimes...

"What do we do with all this snow?" asked Jubilant. The Spiral was cradling a heap of snow in his arms, and his lower coils were wrapped around another pile. Sturmwelle could tell from the way the snow glistened that it was some of the Icewarden's Eternal tokens.

She shrugged. "Take it back to the lair and shove it into the Vault. The festival's nearly over. We can use it again next year."

"Next year?" Jubilant frowned. "So it's just gonna stay like this?"

"Yes, it is." Sturm saw how he arched a skeptical eyeridge. She managed to hide a grin. "Here, let me show you."

She shuffled the snow about, piling it into heaps. Jubilant and Polosim peered over her shoulder. "Ah, you're right! Why, it's not melting at all! A dragon could use these as--"

WHAP! And with that, the Mirror sent a snowball hurtling towards the mage's face. Her aim, honed by years of combat, was dead-on.

"You...Oh, you...!" groaned Jubilant. Polosim backed away, roaring with laughter, as the Spiral peeled layers of snow off his face. But he was grinning, too. "Just you wait, Madam!"

"Bring it, you little scamp!" Sturm taunted him. Polosim lumbered away to look for shelter, chuckling all the while.

Anyone passing by would probably have been taken aback, seeing the seasoned warriors snowball-fighting like this -- but then, why shouldn't they play? They'd been working hard, and it was a festival, after all.

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Notes:
• The German text at the end is from Sturm's original bio (and owner?). Special thanks to Hyperrectangle for the explanation! ^^