<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Jinchi Only</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Mask</span></span></div>(https://i.imgur.com/z7Ta1bH.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Durance</span></span></div>(https://i.imgur.com/u33nZEd.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Kanna Tempest (Nayoe)</span></strong><br/><hr/><strong>Health : </strong> 7 / 7<br/><strong>Willpower : </strong> 4 / 4<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">(5 3 10 1 9, 2 successes) = 2<br/>(10, 1 success) = 1<br/>(2, 0 success) = 0<br/><br/>3 total successes for stealth<br/></div></div><hr/></div>Kanna was tired. Investigating the neighborhood. A few clues pointed to this warehouse being used. She had decided to scope the place out. Spotting other changelings was a bit of a relief. Her investigations bore fruit. But she still wasn't sure what kind of fruit was born. She wasn't sure if these changelings were Lost, like herself, or if they were allied to the Fae. She'd stay in her turned off car. Bundled in up black clothing to hide her electric nature. Her blue hair under her mask would be easy to spot for other changelings, and she knew it. So even her hair was covered. <br/><br/>But she'd monitor the place, trying to see if more changelings were the appear. Who would come and go. Her pistol not too far from her, and her eyes focused upon the not-so-abandoned warehouse.<br/></div></div>