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Säure Catastor (ˈzɔɪ̯ʀə)

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[break][break]Terrifically long, flowing dark hair reminiscent of sprawling inky nights is Catastor's most defining characteristic, with the more mirthful members of Tempestclan suggesting she could use her hair as a camouflage cloak in a pinch. Sharp and trenchant eyes make for a close second. If viewed at just the right angle, Catastor's normally abyss-colored hair can give way to stunning hues of sparkling dark reds and purples. Many find themselves wondering how she keeps her hair from getting dirty, seeing as how it's easily beyond her ankle-length-- particularly impressive when noting that she stands at six feet and five inches in height. Her sense of fashion, more accurately referred to as uniform, seems avant-garde at first; crisp white shirts always equipped with a black necktie and typically ensconced with a sleek sweater vest comprise her entire wardrobe, along with matching dark arm gloves and leggings. If not looking carefully, one could be forgiven for mistaking her sheathed sword, thin and long, as a stray strand of hair; Catastor carries the weapon with her everywhere, even when it seems nigh-impossible for her to have it on her person.

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[break][break]Not one to spend words unnecessarily, Catastor speaks when spoken to, for the most part. She's unaware of how she allows mystery to surround herself in keeping so silent. A good portion of her time is spent honing her craft and, if she isn't able to do that, thinking about honing her craft. Those who do get words out of her generally receive phrases or single words as opposed to sentences. Catastor's little phrases are unique in their own way, differing from the usual ways one might express certain things or sentiments. Low-maintenance would be one way to describe her; Catastor finds entertainment birdwatching idly while on patrol or when taking the rare breather during practice. She regards Tempestclan extremely highly and is always willing to do the little things that help make life easier for her clanspeople. To say Catastor has a robust work ethic would be a wicked understatement; waking up earlier than everyone else is akin to a gleefully-accepted challenge for her and staying up later than everyone else to practice or patrol is just the same. Some swear that they've heard her crack a joke or two before; even fewer claim to have heard her laugh and describe it as 'endearingly silly'.

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[break][break]Taken into the clan as a wartime orphan of unknown origins, Catastor quietly flourished in becoming one of Tempestclan's most valuable warriors. In terms of sword skill and intelligence, she ranked a cut above from the beginning; but where her true talent, as some clan members might say, lies is in her unique brand of magic-- Catastor cannot use her blade, or any blade for that matter, to cut physical or corporeal beings or objects; ethereal and magical beings or objects, however, make for perfectly suitable targets to be cleaved, slashed, sliced, stabbed, or otherwise cut. Underestimate at your own peril is the warning given to new sparring partners; she's been known to use her deceptively heavy, solid hair as a long-ranged bludgeon when aimed and swung correctly. Her defensive talents and skillful martial arts make her not only a fantastic vanguard but also a brilliant final fortress in battle. Catastor is well-liked by Tempestclan members, especially those who have fought alongside her, but people would have to put in some effort to get her to externally reciprocate the sentiment; that being said, she quietly takes pride in serving her clan as best she can.