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Name:Chakra, meaning "a creature's spiritual power"
Gender:Female
Age:32
Birthday:March 5th, 1883
Zodiac:Pisces
Sexuality:Demi-Nomasexual
Occupation:Psychic/Fortune Teller
Personality/backstory:I'm deceptive, greedy, mysterious, but yet... I am still terrifyingly kind. A diverse type, is what many what they call me, I find. Telling others their future after being told by the spirits of the graveyard is all I truly do, and seems to be the only thing on my malicious mind. I'm forced to heal others, the price the spirits make me pay. I act concerned, though I do not care, though to them, i'd never say. Rhyming is my true talent, my skills so great, I rarely speak without doing so. I originate from an olden city, a "ghost town" from which I had to go. Too lonely it was, and too poor I was to survive, I know. In a caravan I left, hoping to find a new home before the sun dropped too low. Day upon day, night upon night, I carried on in much fright. Then, one day, I found this place, though it was hard to see through the fog clouding my sight. A green clearing, in the middle of a dying forest, set beside a graveyard, it's entrance gate closed tight. I felt like I should be there, so it was there I stayed, haunted, until on day, I "killed" the metal of the ancient gate, and endured the deceptive, greedy spirits within, shrouded by the night's bright light.
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"Spirits, spirits, are you here?" The plumerian called out as she walked through the graveyard, using her flames to light the candles set along the path.
"Yes, fair Chakra, we are here." A ghostly reply passed through the psychic Plumerian's ears as the candles suddenly brightened.
"Tell me spirits, what do you know? This psychic dies to hear you so." Chakra replied to the spirit's call.
"The first to come, will be on the run, the second to show, will never know, the third with his bird, shall be heard, the fourth from the north, shall walk forth, the fifth who speaks the myth, will be shown a scythe, and the sixth from the sticks, will be overcome by ticks..." The spirit spoke it's knowledge of future events, filling the mysterious psychic with fortunes to speak.
"Thank you, kind spirits, I give you my thanks, do you hear it?" Chakra replied, wanting to make sure the spirits heard her.
"Yes, psychic of the flaming type, remember to heal them with your swipe." The spirits voices surrounded her, obviously speaking of her healing flames.
"I shall, most great spirits, I will make sure they all come near it." Chakra nodded, giving them her unbreakable promise.
"Heal the weak and mend the broken, to pay for the words we have spoken..." The spirit whispered, it's voice growing quieter until it vanished. Finished with her task, Chakra returned to her caravan, awaiting the first.
"Psychic, oh, psychic! Tell me my future!" The first called upon arrival. Chakra looked to her crystal ball, and engulfed it in her healing flames.
"First, oh, first, you will continue to run from the rising sun." Chakra spoke, having been told by the spirits she would always invoke. First left forlorn, their heart slightly torn. In came the second, calling for the psychic's word. "You shall never know, why she had to go." Heart cracked in two, out the door Second left too. Third entered next, a bird perched on their neck, both mute in heart and voice. "You shall be heard, upon touching my flames, dear Third." Chakra spoke, letting her flames wrap around Third until they spoke. Out the door they leaped with a joyous roar. Fourth entered next, wanting a hex. "You shall survive your encounter, mountain pouncer." Chakra spoke, her flames circling her crystal ball. Fourth then left in the direction of the north. Fifth spoke to Chakra, wanting to know of their myth, only to be told they would be killed by a scythe. Sixth entered soon after, only to learn they were doomed to a tick-given death. Upon their parting, Chakra sighed. It was stressful to tell the unfortunate ones their doom, even if it did bring money and trust to her side.
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