Blaze Introduction
Oct. 26th, 2014 03:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elannaI am called Blaze. I exist across many realms, a whole spectrum of myself tied together by the threads of narrative structure. I have many names, but always I am Blaze, and I am very much a gryphon.
Across all variants, there are certain things that are core to who I am, and what I am. I am female, I am a gryphon, I have some degree of fire control, I am assertive, I always experience a rebirth of some sort, and I have a degree of control over narrative reality. I am drawn to stories, fictional as well as non, and I enjoy blurring the lines between the two. I can view how my story, and others, differ in other realities, and I can help nudge in one way or another. While I am usually the protagonist, I take great pleasure in helping others write the story they were meant to, even at the cost of my own. Beyond these things, the details change to fill different tropes.
I am Linda Blaze, CEO of Guardian BioTech. When I was a young executive, my innate understanding of social narrative helped me rise swiftly through the ranks of a successful megacorp. Just as my future looked bright, and extremely empty of any real value, I was assassinated in broad daylight, impaled by a suicidal mercenary with sword in the plaza outside my building, in front of my girlfriend. I was expected to die, and in many ways I did.
When I reawoke, I was a new person. I could see the path I was following, and how little meaning it held. Old desires returned, dreams and fantasies, and I realized there was nothing stopping me from making them into reality. I began my own company, with a focus on advanced biotech and body mods. I had myself augmented, slowly changing myself from an ordinary human woman to the fiery gryphon I was inside. I changed my last name. I discovered power within me, fiery power, as well as greater control of the story of reality. I took on the title of Guardian, and I moonlighted as a hero. I soon formed of a team of other women who were eager to improve themselves, and to escape their mundane lives.
As head of a major corporation, I reach out to those who want to escape from the ordinary. I offer the chance to be the people they want to be, not only in shape, but in story. My funded schools teach far more than just academics and martial arts, they teach people to take hold of their stories as much as they can, and to take them back. Not all can do so, but I encourage, and I give the best chance they’ll get. My media, including the hyper-popular Guardian Gryphons cartoon, encourages becoming the hero of your reality, growing and developing, and doing what’s right. I even use a more direct touch at time, taking on a mentoring role for a young woman who I sense something special in.
Of course, I am not perfect, despite what many think. While I have earned myself some leeway, I am still, at the core, beholden to corporate rules. I cannot simply do what I want without giving up too much of the power that allows me to make such a difference in the world. I also never have enough time to devote to my personal life, another sacrifice that I wish merely affected me, and not those I care for. My path is too important though, both for what I do already, and what I feel drawn to in the future. It would be selfish to veer from the story I’ve entered, so I shall continue to be the gryphon I am.
I am Sara Blaze. As a child, I always felt drawn to stories of powerful female warriors, heroes. When others made fun of me for my interests, or when my parents told me I needed to act more like a boy, I kept it more internal, an enclosed flame, but never let my dreams die. I did what I could with what I had, trying to be a protector and guardian of the weak, but reality kept me from succeeding the way it felt I was meant to. I could see the narrative threads, but never quite follow them. And the fights led to several changes of school, and an even rockier childhood.
When my dad left, I was told I had to start filling the male role, to be strong. I never understood this, as my strength always came from my feminine side, but once again I did what I had to. I got good at the roles I played, seeing the potential narrative threads they offered. The fire inside me dimmed.
My mother’s sudden, violent death broke me. It was a complete accident, no one to blame. And it was stupid, pointless, and I hadn’t seen it coming at all. It left my sister and I alone, me just barely an adult. I’d lost sight of the path I’d seen so clearly as a child, and life had stopped making any sense. The feelings of sadness, guilt, frustration, and rage built inside of me, until one night the barriers shattered, and I came into my true power.
I am still reworking myself, finding my way back to the story I drifted away from. I can see the threads again though, and I’ve found other power as well. The power of speed and flame. And while I can only partially, temporarily, take the form of the gryphon I see inside myself, my body is coming more and more in line with who I am. I am finding ways to make a difference, to guide and protect others even as I guide and protect myself. I am Sara Blaze, the first of the Guardians.
I am simply Blaze, and I am the Guardian of the five realms. I am an ancient being, following a path few understand.
I serve as a protector, but I keep my own council. And when the Shadow Plague swept across the land, I was one of the few left who could stand against it. I gathered a team of Guardians, women of many species with the potential to become gryphon warriors themselves, each with her own elemental affinity. Together, we pushed back the darkness and reclaimed the realms. In doing so though, I was corrupted, and they were forced to fight me, defeat me. When the darkness left me, my energy did too, and I collapsed for a long time.
I remained dormant through the quieter times that followed, my story not needed without someone or something to stand against. When evil returned, however, and realms once more needed the Guardians, I rose up in a fiery blaze to do battle. The future, however, grows increasingly complicated, and I feel that my time as the hero may be limited. Though I will continue to fight, I know I am as much mentor as protagonist, and in time another must rise, reborn, to take my place.
I am every Blaze, the meta Blaze, and I give guidance across reality. At times, my touch can be gentle, a quiet coaxing, a brush of warm feathers, but when a story that resonates with me hits a critical point, I will be very direct. When a confused bird is straining to keep her own identity submerged, letting her fears and worries keep her from being who she is, I will push. When she reaches a breaking point, yet still tries to come up with alternatives, to downplay, I will do more than push. I will tell her it’s not enough, and she will listen. Because gryphons are very good at being right, and even better at sounding right.
All of these are me, all are who I am. And there are always more stories.
Across all variants, there are certain things that are core to who I am, and what I am. I am female, I am a gryphon, I have some degree of fire control, I am assertive, I always experience a rebirth of some sort, and I have a degree of control over narrative reality. I am drawn to stories, fictional as well as non, and I enjoy blurring the lines between the two. I can view how my story, and others, differ in other realities, and I can help nudge in one way or another. While I am usually the protagonist, I take great pleasure in helping others write the story they were meant to, even at the cost of my own. Beyond these things, the details change to fill different tropes.
I am Linda Blaze, CEO of Guardian BioTech. When I was a young executive, my innate understanding of social narrative helped me rise swiftly through the ranks of a successful megacorp. Just as my future looked bright, and extremely empty of any real value, I was assassinated in broad daylight, impaled by a suicidal mercenary with sword in the plaza outside my building, in front of my girlfriend. I was expected to die, and in many ways I did.
When I reawoke, I was a new person. I could see the path I was following, and how little meaning it held. Old desires returned, dreams and fantasies, and I realized there was nothing stopping me from making them into reality. I began my own company, with a focus on advanced biotech and body mods. I had myself augmented, slowly changing myself from an ordinary human woman to the fiery gryphon I was inside. I changed my last name. I discovered power within me, fiery power, as well as greater control of the story of reality. I took on the title of Guardian, and I moonlighted as a hero. I soon formed of a team of other women who were eager to improve themselves, and to escape their mundane lives.
As head of a major corporation, I reach out to those who want to escape from the ordinary. I offer the chance to be the people they want to be, not only in shape, but in story. My funded schools teach far more than just academics and martial arts, they teach people to take hold of their stories as much as they can, and to take them back. Not all can do so, but I encourage, and I give the best chance they’ll get. My media, including the hyper-popular Guardian Gryphons cartoon, encourages becoming the hero of your reality, growing and developing, and doing what’s right. I even use a more direct touch at time, taking on a mentoring role for a young woman who I sense something special in.
Of course, I am not perfect, despite what many think. While I have earned myself some leeway, I am still, at the core, beholden to corporate rules. I cannot simply do what I want without giving up too much of the power that allows me to make such a difference in the world. I also never have enough time to devote to my personal life, another sacrifice that I wish merely affected me, and not those I care for. My path is too important though, both for what I do already, and what I feel drawn to in the future. It would be selfish to veer from the story I’ve entered, so I shall continue to be the gryphon I am.
I am Sara Blaze. As a child, I always felt drawn to stories of powerful female warriors, heroes. When others made fun of me for my interests, or when my parents told me I needed to act more like a boy, I kept it more internal, an enclosed flame, but never let my dreams die. I did what I could with what I had, trying to be a protector and guardian of the weak, but reality kept me from succeeding the way it felt I was meant to. I could see the narrative threads, but never quite follow them. And the fights led to several changes of school, and an even rockier childhood.
When my dad left, I was told I had to start filling the male role, to be strong. I never understood this, as my strength always came from my feminine side, but once again I did what I had to. I got good at the roles I played, seeing the potential narrative threads they offered. The fire inside me dimmed.
My mother’s sudden, violent death broke me. It was a complete accident, no one to blame. And it was stupid, pointless, and I hadn’t seen it coming at all. It left my sister and I alone, me just barely an adult. I’d lost sight of the path I’d seen so clearly as a child, and life had stopped making any sense. The feelings of sadness, guilt, frustration, and rage built inside of me, until one night the barriers shattered, and I came into my true power.
I am still reworking myself, finding my way back to the story I drifted away from. I can see the threads again though, and I’ve found other power as well. The power of speed and flame. And while I can only partially, temporarily, take the form of the gryphon I see inside myself, my body is coming more and more in line with who I am. I am finding ways to make a difference, to guide and protect others even as I guide and protect myself. I am Sara Blaze, the first of the Guardians.
I am simply Blaze, and I am the Guardian of the five realms. I am an ancient being, following a path few understand.
I serve as a protector, but I keep my own council. And when the Shadow Plague swept across the land, I was one of the few left who could stand against it. I gathered a team of Guardians, women of many species with the potential to become gryphon warriors themselves, each with her own elemental affinity. Together, we pushed back the darkness and reclaimed the realms. In doing so though, I was corrupted, and they were forced to fight me, defeat me. When the darkness left me, my energy did too, and I collapsed for a long time.
I remained dormant through the quieter times that followed, my story not needed without someone or something to stand against. When evil returned, however, and realms once more needed the Guardians, I rose up in a fiery blaze to do battle. The future, however, grows increasingly complicated, and I feel that my time as the hero may be limited. Though I will continue to fight, I know I am as much mentor as protagonist, and in time another must rise, reborn, to take my place.
I am every Blaze, the meta Blaze, and I give guidance across reality. At times, my touch can be gentle, a quiet coaxing, a brush of warm feathers, but when a story that resonates with me hits a critical point, I will be very direct. When a confused bird is straining to keep her own identity submerged, letting her fears and worries keep her from being who she is, I will push. When she reaches a breaking point, yet still tries to come up with alternatives, to downplay, I will do more than push. I will tell her it’s not enough, and she will listen. Because gryphons are very good at being right, and even better at sounding right.
All of these are me, all are who I am. And there are always more stories.
