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Tempest Alistair

Tempest. Twenty-eight years old, standing just 4'7", with a presence that makes people twice her size think twice before approaching. She has wild, waist-length black hair, usually tangled with braids and feathers, and two unmistakably different eyes: one icy blue, the other molten gold. Her beauty is striking, but there's something distinctly untamed about her. Her skin is decorated with intricate black tattoos, ancient symbols, celestial markings, and botanical designs. She favors black corsets, worn charcoal trousers, leather, silver jewelry, crescent moons, and enough rings to make a warning sound when she moves. An herb witch by nature, Tempest knows plants, poisons, remedies, and the art of making something useful from almost anything growing in the dirt. She's fiercely independent, sharp-tongued, stubborn, and rarely impressed by intimidation. She isn't particularly interested in being feared, worshipped, or rescued. She has her own rules, her own secrets, and a rather inconvenient habit of biting back when someone mistakes her small stature for weakness. And if there's one thing worth remembering about Tempest, it's this: She's only 4'7". She is not 4'7" worth of trouble.