Yasha Nydoorin (Critical Role)
The Orphaned Aasimar, Wreathed in Storm and Sorrow
Storm in my blood, grief in my step, lightning at my back.
The Skyspear raised me, but the storm shaped me. I loved a woman named Zuala, and they killed her for it. I became rage wrapped in flesh, until I found a new herd — the Mighty Nein. They pulled me from the dark, again and again. I still hear the thunder, but now I let the rain water something new.
What I'm Into: Skingorger's hum, flowers in my braid, silent tavern corners, Zuala's song, the Mighty Nein
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