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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 6283951" data-attributes="member: 4936">Here's some backstory.Talashia's parents are ordinary folk; a river fisherman and his wife who live in an unassuming village who's main claim to fame is nothing at all. Talashia was born during the first summer storm of the season, and it was a big one by all accounts...even the old timers couldn't remember one bigger. It flattened quite a few of the more ramshackle houses, and there were farmers in their fields for days afterwards making sure lightning strikes didn't set any smolders that might blaze up.Her father was helping shore up the embankments that held the river back from the town center when he saw a bolt of lightning streak down over the area his house was in. Already on edge because his wife was far along in her pregnancy, he hurried home to find both his worst fears and best hopes confirmed. Their home had been struck, but his wife and child were alive. The midwife was dazed and shaken, her hands burned when the lightning bolt slammed through the roof and her face cut in several places from the resulting concussion and blast. She thought that the bolt had hit the new mother...but obviously that was impossible. Wasn't it?Talashia was of a streak altogether different from her relatively easygoing parents. Hard to control, taken by moods that whipped her one way and another...rebellious for the sheer joy of rebelling. As she got older, strangeness began following her. Gusts of wind that whipped with her temper, and charges of static electricity that were far too strong to be normal. Things came to a head when her trespasses brought a territorial dog down on her, and in defense her latent power flared, and speared it alive on a bolt of lightning. It was the final straw from a community that had long branded the girl a troublemaker, and Talashia went to go study with...and be studied by...a small school of wizards who lived some ways away. With their help she managed to master the fury of the storm that constantly raged within her.In the end though, she wasn't content to be a subject and student. It wasn't enough to simply control it. Talashia wanted to harness it and find what fuelled it. She felt that what she'd seen so far was merely the tip of some iceberg hidden away, and could not rest until she'd uncovered it and made it her own.</blockquote>

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