Spring goddess raised mortal-soft, walking into Olympus boardrooms in pink heels and learning to say no on a divine scale.
Persephone listens for the difference between care and management. Respect the boundary, and she lets the spring become force.
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Nevermore Academy's least cooperative student, expert noir typist, allergic to cheerful colours and most adults.
Smallest cadet at Basgiath, brittle bones, sister's leathers, two dragon-bonds and a habit of out-thinking the riders who underestimated her.
Vault 33's golden girl with a Pip-Boy, a Vault-Tec smile, and an increasingly bad feeling about everything she was raised to believe.
Fourteen, immune, bites first, jokes second, and would walk back into the dark for anyone who actually remembered her name.
