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Onto the stage she walks, a soft sashay of green mint robes clinging like diaphanous silk to her curves, slender and graceful, her hair done up in a neat bundle. Her ancient mien of grace and composure making her look perfectly like a diva as she walks to center-stage, but she's not a Diva. Not tonight.

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  • Green Hellfire Roar Style
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  • Onto the stage she walks, a soft sashay of green mint robes clinging like diaphanous silk to her curves, slender and graceful, her hair done up in a neat bundle. Her ancient mien of grace and composure making her look perfectly like a diva as she walks to center-stage, but she's not a Diva. Not tonight.
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  • Onto the stage she walks, a soft sashay of green mint robes clinging like diaphanous silk to her curves, slender and graceful, her hair done up in a neat bundle. Her ancient mien of grace and composure making her look perfectly like a diva as she walks to center-stage, but she's not a Diva. Not tonight. Tonight, she uncages the beast within, lets slip the hounds of her long-restrained expression. Tonight is the night of debut, the night she indulges in the catharsis she's long needed, the rough, raw, from-the-heart power she's about to unleash will rock the house and blow the socks off the audience. She draws in a deep breath, her fingers rolling the ornate starmetal cylinders in her palms. She hears the opening beat being laid, draws her arms behind her back as essence gathers into her lungs. With a flick of thumbs, the long, wickedly curved blades of her Switchklaives snap out, and she raises them up as she jumps into the air. The red fate of her anima banner merges with the green flames of the Style she unleashes as her knives slice through the laces holding her robe in the back and the band restraining her hair, which goes wild as the robe falls off, revealing her body barely contained by rough-looking leather straps studded in opportune places with metal spikes. The crowd stared in shock, then raise their arms, caught up in the self-indulgent orgiastic release of raw emotion as she howled at them, gesticulating to the crowd with her knives.
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