Quick Ref
The sun was just sinking over the horizon, bathing the rocky outcropping in a warm, orange hue, and swallowing up the surrounding area in shadows. Atop a particularly large outcropping, a young woman reclined silently, her body still even as the wind threatened to push her off the edge. Her vibrant red and chocolate hair leapt about in the breeze, pale blue eyes searching the horizon for something she could not see. She was clad in strange garb, and the dark kohl around her eyes made her look more exotic even than her clothes. The paleness of her eyes contrasted deeply with the dark of her tanned skin; at first glance, it was obvious she’d spent a majority of her life in the sun. her hands were strong, hard and calloused, and her body was toned and lean, pure muscle beneath rough skin. This was clearly not a woman who’d sat on a shelf her whole life. She was no stranger to hard work, and no stranger to a hard life. Looking at her, one would get the impression that she was a woman set in her ways, comfortable in her skin, and comfortable with who and where she was. But beneath that toughened outer exterior was a blank emptiness that should not have been there.
Her eyes seemed almost distant, as if caught up in some faraway memory that she was trying desperately to recall. Her lips moved, but no sound came out, and she continued to gaze listlessly off into the distance. She had no name, no home, and no memory. She had nothing. She should have been frightened, but all she could feel was a curious sense of calm washing over her as the sun slowly sank beyond the horizon. With an upward heave, she gracefully rose to her feet, marveling slightly at the ease with which she’d done so. She was always surprised at how easily things came to her: running, jumping, leaping, fighting. It was all as simple and as natural as breathing, yet, she could never understand why. That, and her ability to tap into the power flowing through her spirit. She didn’t know what it was called, only that it manifested itself in the form of monstrous strength, precise control, and a vivid, blue glow that could smash through buildings and level towns with just the flick of her pinky finger.
Dusting off her jacket, the girl leapt down from the outcropping, landing easily below with the quiet tap of her sandals. She wasn’t sure where she was (she didn’t really know where she was most days, in fact) but she decided that she might as well stick around for the night. Thus far, in her quest to find some semblance of her past, she’d been lucky enough to stumble on caves, or homes where people were kind enough to take her in. but in this place, this barren, empty, and desolate wasteland that might once have been a bustling city or factory, she could see neither caves nor homes. She silently despaired at being able to find some place comfortable to sleep as she silently picked her way among the rocks and the ancient rubble. Sighing to herself, she found a small overhang that made a makeshift cave, and decided settling down here for the night would be the best she could get. She removed her jacket, intent on using it for a blanket, and set it on the ground, before she set about finding wood to build a small fire to keep her warm and safe through the night.
