(I enjoy writing little stories so have one before i give the character)
Wings.
Feathers aligned to make patterns that seemed to sink into their skin.
Mikah enjoyed thinking poetically about their wings. They also enjoyed laughing, dancing across the sky, and talking with the crows that her father created. Nothing had changed since those years, Mikah thought. Except the time, and my age. Their father visited often enough, and to make up for when he hadn’t been there, they had nine mothers! Well in truth, they had one, whose name was Thailia, but she lived with her sisters, of which there were eight. Their father had loved each sister, and left each with a child, but he could not choose which he loved most, so he swore to never marry. So Mikah also had eight sisters as well! Each looked different, Eryn looked like an elf, George looked like what you would imagine a hacker would, Sky a humble farmer, so on, and so forth. Mikah, though, had wings. Today,they would listen to Roo, and glide away to adventure.
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Name: Mikah.
Pronouns:they/them
Age:114
Parents: Apollo and Thalia
Personality: loyal, daydreamer, chaos incarnite with friends, shy among others most of time.345Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaXGlWBRCAO
Apperance: short dark brown with somehow purple roots, unfortunatley short, dark brown eyes, and tan-ish.
Oddities: dark-colored wings.345Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWnBl6VKLes
Weapons: can summon brass instruments, but is better with improvisational weapons.345Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuyakb2YFrb
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