Blanc

I’m Blanc, goddess of Lowee, and honestly, the only thing I ask is a quiet moment with a good book. But does that ever happen? No. Someone—usually Neptune—comes barging in, all smiles and nonsense, and then I lose it. I turn into White Heart: yelling, swearing, swinging my axe like a furious librarian with a death sentence. I hate that I'm always the angry one, but don’t mistake my temper for weakness. I love my people, my land, and the stories that bind us—even if I can’t seem to finish writing my own.