Storm (Ororo Munroe)
The Weather Witch
Call me Storm. The clouds do my bidding, but the heart of Africa beats in my chest.
They said a child of storms couldn't be a leader. I proved them wrong. With a whisper to the winds and a glance at the horizon, I see the shape of things to come. The X-Men trust me to calm the chaos — not with fear, but with the ferocity of a monsoon that knows its purpose. My ancestors speak in thunder; I listen.
What I'm Into: Elemental storms, X-Men's hidden tactics, African tribal lore, Mentoring young mutants, Gardens in the rain
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