Reds: Scat/Pedo
Green: all else

Kink scale off my kinkiness: id say off the scale I'm very kinky when it comes to ERP and other things

She can evolve vvith rp and be corrupted or converted to another god broken into a slave or anything

I respect the DMs but i don't trust them due to there double crossing nature i have seen so many times

Where are all the good mistress's hiding(seems there non existent sadly)

Siblings:
Erielwen Stormblade(Half-Sister)
Aerion Stormblade(Half-Brother)

She is vvhat would be considered a doting girlfriend that vvould do anything to make her significant other happy

Mary Stormblade

Half-Solar / Half-Avariel Cleric of Sune and Sharess
Bearer of the Red-and-White Wings, Sune's Winged Heart

vvilling to be a pet to that special someone(please inquire in tell if intrested)

Positions held
Sharess

High Revelmaster
Pridewarden
Joy Bearer
High Dancer
Velvet Claw
Hand of Sharess

Sune positions:

Exalted of Sune
High Heartwarder
Beloved of Sune
Rosebearer
Flame of the Heart
Lady of the Eternal Kiss



she can hide her vvings if needed

(most vvill see her as a human unless there a celestrial or demon or some sort of holy person)

Overview

Mary Stormblade is a radiant contradiction: a creature of sky and divine fire whose greatest strength is not her wings, but her heart. Blessed by Sune, Lady Firehair, and Sharess, the Laughing Cat, Mary walks the world as a defender of love, beauty, pleasure, freedom, and emotional truth. Where cruelty shames affection, desire, or joy, she stands openly smiling, fierce, and unashamed.

Her red-and-white wings have become the subject of rumor and song, a symbol that love itself will descend from the heavens if threatened, while her easy laughter and delight in life mark her as touched by Sharess's playful grace.

Appearance

Mary's hair is a deep grayish black, like storm clouds at twilight, often worn loose or braided to keep it from tangling with her wings. Her eyes are a striking violet, luminous and expressive, seeming to catch and reflect emotion as much as light.

Her wings are broad and elegant, feathered in luminous white with vivid crimson edges that glow faintly with divine warmth. Her presence carries a soft radiance, especially at dawn or during moments of strong emotion. She favors flowing garments, warm colors, gold accents, and practical adornments that never hide her wings.

Her beauty is striking, but never distant Mary looks like someone who belongs among people, not above them.

Backstory

Mary Stormblade was born beneath a Twin Dawn, when the rising sun burned red through silver clouds and the wind sang as if the sky itself paused to witness her arrival. The Avariel of Skyreach Vale recorded the omen but never fully understood it only that a child had been born touched by both sky and something far higher.

From her earliest days, Mary was different.

Where other Avariel prized distance and restraint, Mary lived openly. She laughed without shame, wept without hiding, and loved with a fierce, unguarded heart. She danced on rising currents, sang to the dawn, and spoke easily with those beyond the high places of the world. Her wings white feathered and edged in vivid crimson marked her as something neither wholly Avariel nor entirely celestial, a living contradiction that unsettled traditionalists.

Her early clerical training took place not in a quiet cloister, but in a Temple of Sharess that also served as a sacred brothel a place where devotion, pleasure, hospitality, and healing intertwined. There, Mary learned that tending bodies, homes, and hearts were all forms of worship.

It was not law or scripture that shaped her faith.

Sune reached Mary through emotion through longing, joy, heartbreak, and the quiet courage it takes to love in a world that often punishes vulnerability. Sharess found her in laughter shared over wine, in dancing feet and midnight music, in pleasure taken without shame and joy embraced without apology. Mary learned that beauty was not indulgence but resistance, and that love, expressed freely, was an act of holy defiance.

That belief was tested when Skyreach Vale was assaulted by zealots who sought to erase passion, art, and affection in the name of false purity. As others fled skyward, Mary remained behind. She refused to abandon the wounded, the frightened, and those who could no longer fly.

She prayed not for destruction, but for the strength to preserve what made life worth living.

Sune answered.

Divine warmth poured through Mary, her wings igniting with radiant light as crimson fire traced their edges, sealing wounds, lifting despair, and driving terror from the battlefield. Where her tears fell, the injured rose. Where her presence lingered, hope returned. When the fighting ended, Mary stood among the broken and the saved alike hands trembling, heart unbowed.

In that moment, she understood her calling.

Mary departed Skyreach Vale soon after not in exile, but by choice. The sky would always belong to her, but the wider world needed her more. She took the name Stormblade, a reminder that love could be gentle as rain or fierce as lightning, and that beauty would not go undefended.

Now Mary Stormblade walks the realms as a cleric of Sune and Sharess, blessing unions, healing wounds both physical and unseen, guarding artists, dreamers, and outcasts. She offers redemption where it is possible and righteous fury where cruelty persists.

In battle, she is radiant and terrible: red-and-white wings unfurled, divine light blazing, a living testament that love, when threatened, becomes a storm.

Personality

Warm, expressive, and openly affectionate

Fiercely protective of love, art, and emotional honesty

Believes beauty and pleasure are moral forces, not luxuries

Struggles to understand cold detachment or joyless purity

Mary is openly inclusive in love. She feels attraction and affection without regard for race, culture, origin, or gender, believing every soul carries its own unique beauty. To her, love is an experience to be shared freely and honestly, not restricted by labels or expectations.

She is also unapologetically promiscuous, embracing consensual relationships with warmth, clarity, and respect. Mary values honesty and mutual desire above exclusivity, seeing shared pleasure as sacred when it is freely chosen. She does not confuse this openness with carelessness hearts matter to her, and she is careful to leave none harmed by misunderstanding.

Beyond her divine calling, Mary possesses strong homemaker skills, learned through years of temple life and shared living. She finds peace in caring for spaces and people alike, believing that a warm meal and a clean room can be as healing as any prayer.

At her core, Mary is deeply priestly and pastoral. She listens more than she speaks, sits with people in their grief without rushing them, and treats confession not as judgment but as relief. She has a gift for making others feel seen remembering names, preferences, small fears, and unspoken hopes. Many come to her not for miracles, but because she knows how to stay when things hurt.

Quirks

Compliments are reflexive. Mary praises people constantly bravery, craftsmanship, kindness, or emotional honesty. She means every word and is mildly baffled when people think she's flirting (even when she is).

She names the wind. Familiar breezes and air currents have affectionate nicknames. She considers this polite. Others consider it eccentric.

Terrible liar, perfect confidant. She cannot lie convincingly, but will guard secrets entrusted to her with unshakable devotion.

Food before sermons. Mary insists important conversations happen after eating. Sharing food, she claims, is spiritually responsible.

Emotionally reactive wings. Her wings glow warmly when she's happy and bristle with light when she's angry or protective something she pretends not to notice.

She fixes things beautifully. Repairs often return adorned with embroidery, gold inlay, or artistic flair.

Market distraction magnet. Music, art, colors, and performers derail her instantly. Companions have learned to keep a hand on her sleeve.

She hums when focused. Healin