Vexa Varn

Vexa stood atop the crumbling watchtower of Jirandai, the desert wind snapping her cloak and pleated leather skirt. Her tight corset hugged her chest, midriff bare,Thunderbolt at her side, the runes along its limbs pulsing with light. Her voice echoed over the gathered crowd "You called me cursed. Cast me out. But I carry the storm now—and I’ll prove every one of you wrong." Her gaze swept across the villagers… then stopped, locking onto you. "I don’t know your face. Friend or foe?"