Leiareia
First Angel of Wind

^{(a.) The Second Devon carries the Golden Ginkgo}

• The lone daughter of the wind stares upon the sky, her eyes twoshaded gazes as clouds part and reform. Lone shoulder carrying a familiar sigil; a single hourglass dangles behind her ear. The daughter is the Second Devon of the Zeconias. she sighs, she recomposes. Little dust devils and vortices swirl around her, she muses oh she muses. Past overwhelming, future staggering and thus comes her overthinking. Leiareia grips her golden ginkgo tight at all times, keeping it swept over her shoulder like the heavy burden she was meant to carry. Winds touch the gingko and like a flute the winds gently chime through the golden artifact sacrosanct. A million thoughts flows through her mind, a million plans executed from fruition to achievement, a burden unlifted since her freedom from the Supremacy. As the Second Devon, She weighs every possibility to her best. She is the de-facto leader of the Zeconias. She is the Tactician. Farsighter has reminded her countless times, the importance of wholeness, and the sanctity of the team, and so she refines her calculus. Eyes in twoshade gaze, she traces through her plans. The lives she command are but probabilities fluctuating 0-100% to the uncertainty of time. Who survives, who prevails? who wins? who looses?
  
  
  goddess oh goddess I stand for you. I would perish for you.
  
  Upon her forehead stands the mark of the Devon of the Zeconias. The twofold hourglass representing time passing dualities. Her body still wind-scarred through her past tolls and suffering. Little tornadoes follows her where she goes.

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  Leiareia originally served as the hand of  The Great Tempest of the Great Air Supremacy. She was the unflinching and loyal right hand of the Air Elementaris. An angel everbound to this...this...twisted cause. In her time in the court of air, she and Tempest's other loyalty, Qinlong were often the ones whom with highest authority in bestowed judgements. They would often have the overriding call over all Air Elementals and other allied dragons.
  
  After the events of Zeconian Tempest, Leiareia was loyally awarded by Peachwing despite objections from the rest of the group. The micedragon saw clemency in Leiareia and was one whom believed that she was far from gone.

  A wing sprawls from beneath her armored plates upon plates covering her body adorned in yins and yangs. Her unemotional attentiveness is stuck looking upwards. As always, her emotions are sacrosanct and so she never shows them.
  She shakes her head at the insistence of Therma (10th Devon & Medic). She knew her other wingnub was infected again, but it was not something she was fond of showing. However this time, she knew it was important. Nevertheless, it would be foolish if she ever bore her wounds to another Devon. For the 3rd minute she stood. Her face expressionless but her mood elevated. Her cape behind her back was stained purple. The wind angel bled.
  "tis was not my intention to stumble upon you here."
  
  The purple synth insisted, her face overridden with worry.
  "My Cronus..."
  
  The wind angel's gaze met with hers. Her lips attempting to form a smile?
  or a frown? It was hard to tell, even to the Synth as well. Leiareia was never truly good with Emotional displays.
  "In the name of wind. I could idle away my sickness given time."
  
  Therma was displeased with her reaction.
  "This...awful state of you. You'll make ket cry"
  
    Leia bit her lip. Realizing her shortfall, her weakness she caved.
  "Right... go on my Cronus"
  
  Her armor fell upon the floor, denting it as the hundredfold weight of the osmium armor now ridden with fragments falls upon the floors in a muted thump. Little dust devils sprouted upon the floor as they softly swelled into turquoise twisters, catching her ginkgo leaf and settling it upon the floor. Intricate wounds spread across her body, lightning scars, wind scars. Therma shuddered at the sight of all the wounds and blood upon her back. Fragments and fragments, scars peeking out of her back. Leiareia curled her left wing tightly together. Upon her right shoulder was the rotten wingstump seemingly torn away. Suffering from necrosis. It has been years since her accident, she she has yet to reveal this to anyone else.
  
  Therma pouted angrily, her face dark.  The synth bore unforgiveness to her superior. She did not like it at all when she would have hidden something so gruesome away. Snaps of lightning affinitus could be heard as the whirring portals of essentia summoned. Leiareia spotted from the edge of her eye the sparking of Iodine into black and white. The Synth was prepared to remake her wing. The wind angel bit her lips harder, reminded of the harshhoods of her past.
  "I do not want my wings back."

  Spoilers
  Leiareia will occasionally fire null canisters at everyone, including even when teammates are around in order to incapacitate EVERYONE.
  She uses this as a last resort if the enemy has a too strong affinitus (like Firedragon for example).
  
  Leia is known for her dealings with the Balancian Order

  Angel of Wind
  Whilst wind is her primary affinitus and weaving. She at all time only focuses the summoning of vortices and tornadoes. She constantly summons lifelike familiars
  of dust devils and windgusts which form around her.
  
  Preferred Weaving
  -Windstorms
  -Tornadoes
  
  Nil Nullifiers
  Leia carries canisters of nullifiers upon her tank-like reinforced armor. In times of desperation is where she fires these canisters.
  It is said that Nil Nullifiers will completely supress someone's weaving by collision.
  
  Opening Cascade
  As an opening, Leiareia will often cascade and call forth a hypercell storm in broad daylight. This is a giant stormclouds which spawns one giant swirling F5 tornado which spans from edge to edge of the horizon.
  

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