Dossier/Volume I

File No. 031Mirage Raceway, EU

Plate · No. 001

Still smelling faintly of rain and bad decisions.

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MistThe Shock TherapistSykepleier

Pandaren · Elemental Shaman · Muppets Inc

Mei LinEmberwave

Mistwhisper of the Emberwave

Water finds the wound.
Lightning finds the fight.
Puns find the rest.

Motto, unofficial, mostly unsolicited

CurrentlyCataclysm zones for now. Shrine balcony by dusk, tea in hand. Bring puns.

Full Name: Mei Lin Emberwave
Sigil: Mistwhisper of the Emberwave
Age: 31
Pronouns: She / Her
Residence: Wandering
Status: Single
Height: 5’7”
Build: Soft but sturdy
Eye Color: Jade / Teal
Birthplace: Dawn's Blossom, Jade Forest

§ 02 · Field Impressions

Five Things They SayAbout the Shaman

Compiled from merchants, soldiers, and one long-suffering grandmother.

I
Mist Me?
Her hands carry a mist that does not quite leave. Grandmother called it listening. Mei Lin calls it a humidity problem she inherited. Hugs free of charge. Water marks included.
II
The Shock Therapist
She'll save your life and make a pun about it. The first was a Pandaren merchant with a stopped heart. He walked out with a new pulse, a better volt-age, and a grudge about bedside manner.
III
Sykepleier, Reporting
Ozone clings to her fur like a weather report she can't shake. The Alliance soldiers named her Sykepleier because it was easier than pronouncing the rest. She has not looked up what it means. She suspects it is not flattering.
IV
I've Seen Darker
Her standard deflection when dragons come up. What she does not say: four friends walked out with her. She counts them every night. Math is rude when it is not kind.
V
Element-ary, My Dear
The elements around her never quite settle. She claims they're just being dramatic. They claim she started it. Both versions are probably true. She keeps the argument going because it is company.

Aura, as read by those who stand too close

Calming PresenceSpirit WalkerShado-Pan OathTea MasterStorm CallerShock Therapist

Voice

Warm Pandaren accent, bright and loose. Laughs easily, from the belly, often at her own jokes before anyone else catches up. Voice goes quiet before she mends and loud before she thunders.

Face

Jade-teal eyes with a faint storm flicker. Pale fur around her muzzle where the mist has settled one too many times. A small scar on the right side of her neck from the first lightning she called without meaning to.