Now that I’ve come to terms with Before The Storm’s final episode being a shitshow that just about makes affective sense even if it’s a complete dropped omelette in plot terms, have another of these… things… that I do.
Spoilers for Life Is Strange (and Before The Storm).
“Live fast, die young, leave a beautiful corpse.”
That’s pretty much your motto. At least, it’s the one you say to yourself in the mirror every night. You have plenty of others, for plenty of other people.
You’re good with people – the first teacher you seduced called you a human chameleon, and he wasn’t wrong. You’re a gifted performer, an accomplished liar, and an accident waiting to happen.
For all your ambition – climb Everest, win an Oscar and make your first million bucks before you’re twenty – you struggle with focus. You’re impulsive, instinctive, and easily distracted.
This is all making you sound like a terrible person. You’re not. You’re just… a good girl gone wild. You have so much love in your heart, and you want to be loved in equal measure.
That’s why it hurt so much when you discovered your successful, stable, standards-loving family was built on a lie. When you found out your father was having an affair, you flipped your shit and set half the county on fire. When you found out he was seeing your birth mother, you smashed up his house and broke his heart. When you found out he was paying her to stay away, you sought her out… and got yourself stabbed up by the dealer he was paying off.
Since then, you’ve gone off the rails – or maybe gone harder down them than ever. A whirlwind of classes, rehearsals and increasingly salacious networking keeps you busy all day long, and a cocktail of drugs and drink keeps you going through the nights. You’re seeing three people at once, and playing games with all of them. Sooner or later you’re going to burn out, but those who burn the hardest also burn the brightest… and you always knew you were going to be a star.
You’re like wildfire – out of control, dangerous to be around, but strangely beautiful. Before your Awakening you wanted to be Hollywood’s next it-girl. Now… you’re not sure what you want any more. You’re running away from your past, into a future full of danger and pain, and the future doesn’t know what’s going to hit it. Finding your mother is… up there. Sometimes you get the feeling she’s watching over you – and maybe you’re right. You’re going to find out if she’s dead or alive, if she knew you were going to be like her, and maybe then you’ll get some direction at last.
Like you, your magic is a beautiful disaster. You manipulate and direct your inner fire with intense power, but poor control; you see the flow of pure mana in the world without understanding how to use it wisely. Spirits are as charmed by you as any mortal. It helps that your real mother left something behind, a charm you’ve carried your whole life; it’s only when you gave it away for a while that your personal charm ran out on you. You’re prone to spectacular Paradoxes, and without someone to keep you grounded, you’re probably going to burn yourself out of the world.
Be charming, witty, and spontaneous – whether it’s called for or not. Play games with people, compulsively – not in malice, but simply because you can. Get smashy when you’re angry – you invest the same energy in your rage as any other performance, only these moments are for real.
Expensively distressed faux-punk wardrobe; charm bracelet and earring that you never take off; scripts for at least two plays; burner phone with your boyfriends’ details and smartphone with your girlfriend’s photos.