Petal Hoarfrost
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He'd been patient, and observant, and handsome... Lilac wanted to bring Piers Hoarfrost home with her, the moment she saw him. Of course, she couldn't do that, but still. She spoke with him as their dragons similarly chatted each other up (though there would be no mingling of these genes, a six-winged size-shifting black dragon and her little Pernese green? not a chance!) about her and her sisters' predicament. And though Piers was concerned about the difficulties of bringing children up in a world as damaged as hers, he had to admit that the idea of having powerful, magical - or was it Vortal - children helping to renovate that world filled him with pride. So it was that Petal was born - not his first child, not their last either. Petal, from an early age, picked up language and meaning, artistic talents and magical ones mixing freely. Soon it was apparent that she'd need a little guidance that Lilac couldn't really offer: she was a mage, after all, and Lilac's family were Vortal. She'd be able to help when the time came, but for the early years and on into high school, Petal spent as much time with her father as she did with her mother and aunties. Though she is the first to admit that 'magic' is hard on their world, and Vortal powers flow much more easily, Petal is still able to coax wards and spells out of the drawings and lines that she lays on the ruins. In order to best protect places, she makes sure to have access to those who would attack it - a little bit of bullsquid spit, a houndeye's claw, headcrab meat, and more importantly, the Combine's electronic homing beacons. Found almost everywhere, the Scanners that are supposed to send images back to Overwatch, work exactly the opposite when in the hands of this adept young mage. Anything connected to a bit of Combine electronics is targeted as 'bad' to her wards. She's still learning, though, still young and slightly less carefree than many other girls her age at Carramba. But then, she's got the weight of several worlds on her shoulders - her father is the President of the United States on his dimension, and her mother's side... well, plenty odd over that direction. |