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  • Out of Character
    I'm a 30 something non-binary queer, and I'd prefer to write with people 21+ in age.
    I write in the third person multi-paragraph, and prefer discord, PM, or private group forums to write.
    I do not shy away from realism and like to keep my urban fantasy elements grounded.
    Tempest is made for a singular setting and continuity with long term connections;
    all scenes with her will affect one another.

  • Crash Like a Wave

    name⬥Tempest Nash
    Nicknames Storm, Otter*
    age⬥Appears mid 20's.
    Exact age unknown, says she's 27 if asked.
    gender⬥Transwoman.
    species⬥Selkie.
    Pelt Spotted seal, hidden, belongs to herself.
    Quote:
    " i'll tell you i swam ashore and couldn't quite find the urge to go back, not yet. "
    occupation⬥Antique Restorer; woodworker.
    Taxable Job Part time at Wicker Witchery
    residence⬥Studio, shoebox apartment.
    Often Found More likely to be in her shop, a converted garage in WW.

    orientation⬥Straight.
    Status Single, reluctant to date.
    And currently pretending it's casual with Levi.



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  • It took one wobbly chair for Tempest to consider being run ashore as a good thing.
    It's been so long since she's felt useful, and the googly-eyed witch at the front counter easily became part doormat when she fixed the locks in his shop. Didn't take much for her to make space for herself, collect tools and enough money to keep her new obsession with fries in stock.
    Tempest is loud and volatile like her chosen name suggests, something and someone you can't easily ignore or forget, and yet she's league less destructive. If anything, you'll find she's managed to fix something while you weren't looking. Leaky faucet, doors that don't latch, a breezy window, none of it is safe from her notice.
    The longer she stays not wearing her pelt, the more she fades into the obscurity of being a woman, and yet...the sea, no matter the pain it might bring, going back, is forever a temptation for Tempest. Long glances and daydreaming on the days she can see the shore clearly, it's uncertain how much longer she'll be in your life; drawn to voyages.

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  • height⬥5 foot 6 inches.
    Often wears platforms to add to her height.
    weight⬥150 range pounds.
    hair⬥Brown with grey and black 'spots'.
    Dyed blonde, kept short.
    eyes⬥Green.

    tattoos⬥Varied weather related simple blackwork.
    piercings⬥Ears multiple, septum, navel, prince albert.

    Fashion Sense⬥Florals and rich textures, colors, with a focus on matching. Likes to be comfortable and isn't afraid to show lots of skin, seems indifferent to cool weather but can and will steal a man's canvas coat when it's raining. It's a funny joke to her. Seems to want to be looked at, get the double takes, just on the fringe of immodest.

    Scent⬥Fond of aloe, eucalyptus, sharp plant scents.
    Might smell of wet coal beneath it all, to those who can tell.

  • Out Like the Tide