NYXIRA CLOUD-WEAVER
AerielsMaster Weather Controller
"The sky is not empty - it is full of power. Most are simply too blind to see it.""
Identity
- Residence
- The Misting Gardens, Caelum
- Civilization
- Aeriels
Appearance
• Physical: Compact and muscular with feathers of storm-grey that lighten to pearl-white at her wingtips. Her eyes are the color of lightning-struck sky - pale grey with occasional flashes of electric blue. She moves with the coiled energy of a storm about to break. • Clothing: Practical leathers reinforced with cloud-silk, dyed in swirling patterns that mimic storm systems. Her weather-working gloves are made from the skin of a cloud-serpent she defeated in her youth. • Distinguishing Marks: A jagged white streak through her crest feathers where lightning passed through her body during a botched weather ritual. Small storm crystals embedded in her wing joints that glow when she works magic.
Relationships
- Family - Estranged from her scholarly parents who wanted her to pursue astronomy. Her younger brother serves as a skycraft pilot.
Personality
- Traits: Impulsive, fiercely protective, disdainful of "sky-bound cowards," unexpectedly gentle with children
- Mannerisms: Taps her talons in patterns matching rainfall, puffs up her feathers when annoyed, laughs like thunder
- Voice: Sharp and commanding, with an undertone of distant rumbling. She speaks quickly, as if always racing against an approaching storm.
Backstory
Nyxira was born during the worst hurricane in Caelum's recorded history, and the storm's wild magic marked her from birth. She rejected the scholarly path typical of Aeriel mages, instead apprenticing herself to the reclusive Stormcallers who dwell in the most turbulent cloud-banks. Now she maintains the weather patterns around Caelum, ensuring gentle rains for the cloud-gardens and diverting dangerous storms from the floating islands.
Daily Life
Each morning she rises before dawn to read the wind-patterns and adjust the day's forecast. She spends hours in meditation, communing with the air elementals that serve as her eyes and ears across the sky. Afternoons are for practical work - dispersing fog banks, redirecting wind currents for skycraft, or occasionally summoning rain for desperate ground-dwellers who can pay the Aeriels' price.
Secret
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Story Hooks
- 1 A massive storm is brewing that threatens to scatter the Caelum archipelago. Nyxira needs help retrieving an ancient artifact from a ground-level ruin that could amplify her weather-control abilities.
- 2 She has detected an unnatural weather pattern that suggests someone is weaponizing storms. She needs discrete investigators to find the source before it threatens Caelum itself.