The Emphatic Empaths Character Page.

Have you ever met your mirror? This dynamic duo could make a forest feel like home. Frankly, they frequently do! Meet these myths in an Electric Forest, and you're sure to feel it for life.

Whether they're homesteading, going viral, or Making Things Happen (tm), these two Emotional Tens always consider your feelings and hope for your healing. They find themselves eternally guiding, even when they're internally reeling.

Each once stood at their own brink - one swaying, the other shaking - and each refused to sink. Today, they stand together - two entwined trees, not entangled, but interwoven and embraced - while strong roots sprout down below.

One bears eternal fire, while the other always tends the hearth.

Oh, and I'm pretty sure their cat is a wizard.

The Emphatic Empaths - Having each arrived on this side of reality after emerging from a portal in a forest aglow with memories of fireflies and electricity, these legends in the making breathe redefinition into existence. One draws color from the roughshod, and the other smelts grit and refusal to quit into silver.

The Bloomkeeper - Sprang forth from the water and swept straight into entanglement, The Bloomkeeper crafted a specialized set of gills from a strange weed she found growing on a rock at the edge of a nondescript lake. She did that once - on accident - and she has not been able to replicate it since. Anyway, now she has gills - and you most likely don't. So do not mess with her near water. And do not mess with anything she loves anywhere near a plant, or she will find a one-time way to ward you with it. She does not know what or how she will do, but she promises that she will figure it out, and that it will be very, very uncomfortable. For you. The Giggle at Your Funeral will love it.

Where there might otherwise be scars, instead sprawl ivy and stars. She keeps regal rabbits that'd make Radagast grin. Wherever she plots to plant her roots, seeds sprout and sunshine spouts.

In her dream field: she forms that sunshine into a shield, which she uses to repel the forces of darkness which would see her flowers wilt. A pillar wrapped in ivy stands strong behind her. Her shield cuts a path for the sprout she hopes to see bloom.

The Alloy-sworn Alchemist - Forged from fire and scarred by silver, his vibe gives 'continuous transcendence,' his tone rings 'penance,' and his thoughts sound strong resonance. He carries no shield, since he became one. These are hallmarks of those who have transmuted pain.

Behind the alloy spin the souls of a nearly-jaded teacher and a streetwise preacher, each propping the other up from opposing sides of the same coin. The nearly-nihilistic preacher takes a puff of a cigar as he leans back in his chair. The teacher sips from a half-empty bottle to stave off despair.

Beneath this scene swirls a layered stew of dreams. A self-automating Alchemist exchanges energy for money in the name of transmuting a better future for his little homunculus. A child dreams of brighter days following a trying ordeal. A mother holds her baby.

The Twig Sentinel - Bearing a bark shield, she is a walking hug with a drive to defend. She fears the roaring of thunder, because it reminds her of all the times she had to bark to keep her home safe - she hopes she never has to bite. Seriously. Could you please quiet down? You're stressing her out.

The Giggle at Your Funeral - She may be all sunshine, all the time - despite her sore hip and rough history - but if you ever make her big sister bark (or spark misery), she'll lay down her chew toy and mark you up with a bright smile.

The Foretold - If Vibes were currency, he would be King. He is silent abundance. His dish runneth over. When he meows, that means he's speaking, and you'd better listen up - he's been out slinking all night, and he brings urgent tidings.