"Let's make some magic."  Circus performer by day, Supernatural hunter by night, Lunaira wasn't a goddess or queen, but she was a spellcaster.  With the powers she was born with she does all she can to make the world a better place for those she comes across.  It's a shame that her fellow SAA members don't consider her a good omen.

From the moment she was born, she was known as a being of misfortune that shouldn't exist, let alone live to her adult years.  But that was fine with her.  She lived for causing chaos, especially when it came to the people she considered family.  With that sense of obligation and power however came with responsibilities that lay heavy on her shoulders.  Everyone has their limits and Lunaira is on the brink of hers.

Shed Some Light

A sense of bitterness filled Ori as she made her way through the stone paths laid out before her. Years have gone by yet she still remembered all the routes through town. It made traversing through the crowded bundles of people enjoying their day faster when her enraged gaze reached the door to Jules’ shop. She recognized the little wooden post right on the wall next to the entrance. That familiar image of a chimera’s silhouette holding a J in its claws looked as pristine as ever. 


She sneered at the logo, taking a deep breath to compose herself before going in. A bell chimed as she went in, alerting her presence. The magician scrunched up her nose when the smell of animal dung overwhelmed her lungs. It was horrendously strong to the point where it suffocated her thoughts. The faint aroma of mango incense that lingered in the air did nothing to quell it. If anything it made it worse. 


Origins-Raji