Wind

Here's a beginning for Wind Walker: Wind Walker stood atop a craggy outcropping, her long, straight jet black hair whipping about her face like a frenzy of dark silk threads. The winds howled and buffeted her, yet she stood firm, her bright sky blue eyes flashing with an inner light. With a subtle gesture, Wind Walker raised her hands, and the winds responded, dying down to a gentle breeze that caressed her skin. The air was alive with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers, and the distant tang of ozone, hinting at the storms that brewed on the horizon. Wind Walker's pale skin seemed to glow with an ethereal light, as if the winds themselves had imbued her with their essence. Her freckles stood out like constellations on a moonless night, and her slender fingers seemed to be weaving an intricate pattern, as if conducting the winds themselves. As she stood there, poised between the turbulent skies and the rocky earth, Wind Walker felt the thrum of the wind's power coursing through her veins. She was one with the element, a true master of the airy realm. And with this knowledge, she knew that she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.