<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/SBhvOGQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ember<strong>Tagging:</strong>Countess Emilia, The Grand Fool<br/><strong>HP:</strong>25/25<strong>Attack:</strong>d8<strong>Armor:</strong>0<br/><br/><strong>Active Stunts:</strong>Smoldering Inferno (aura): Standard<br/><strong>Status:</strong>None<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">A vengeful scowl grew pronounced under tenting brows and a caustic ribble settled in the back of Ember’s throat as the discordant ditty of the veiled figure’s rambling began to weave into the air. Her vision blurred with each turbulent tidal wave of blood rushing through her coursing veins, fueled by an overloaded, rapidly beating hearth from which her blossoming heat emanated. At first, she swallowed back a retort, white-knuckled, teeth grit. Her burning form exuded an animosity that was like acid; burning, slicing, potent.<br/><br/>Her temper was a slowly filling glass, a simmering pot. There was no problem, no outward sign of fury until the liquid boiled to the top, then all bets were off. If you were smart, you ran for cover. <br/><br/>Redirecting her attention back to the cloaked jestress, Ember took her stance beside her unlikely companion.  Her bright, intense eyes glinted, like lanterns reflecting the moonlight on a shimmering pool. They harbored aggression and resentment in visible exertion, yet there was an undertone of cruel amusement under the steely surface. A deliberately heavy foot imprint on the ground signaled a rising surge of power within Ember that had her prismatic skin crawling, roaring to life – the flanking side towards the stranger deliberately mellow. Her unmoving gaze was accompanied by deliberate slow breathing; soothing eyes narrowing into viper slit-like pupils for a fraction of a fraction. Then they expanded; so solid, so bright - the exact lustrous color of a polished shard of ruby, with swirls of glittering onyx black and tinges of yellow rounding the edges. <br/><br/>The swirling chatter and obligatory narration that had erupted around the masked woman’s theatrical display of blunt musings, sing song accusations, and devilish puppetry had finally begun to simmer down, and Ember was left twitching from bemused frustration and anticipated enthusiasm in equal measure – her throttling gut bent on putting on an unforgettable show for these luxuriously self-indulgent fools.<br/><br/>“Listen to this porcelain-would-be-jester behind the pews, spouting their mindless drivel… Hah!” A wicked smile cracked Ember’s face, beaming infectiously as her eager eyes bounced around the unnatural terroir of the half-mad carnival - swarms of tittering sycophants abound.<br/><br/>Casting her gaze to the sky, Ember reveled in the luxury of her tensing muscles, ribbling with wavering intensity as suddenly, a ghastly orange grin spread across her visage, tearing through her molten insides until it burst savagely from her gullet in a shrieking ray of unfettered flames, billowing forth, twisting and swaying in a dance without rhythm - cinders scattering to the wind on their twisting journey to reach the sky like pallid, gnarled hands; a desperate try to latch onto the realm.<br/><br/>“You and these people pursue degeneracy in its most decadent forms, yes?” Ember mused in the wake of her sulphurous roar. The grin faded as she turned her pointed attention towards her alluring partner with an affirmative nod, “It would seem we have little choice in the matter… Cooperate we shall. And a show we shall give them…”<br/></div>