Surviving storms and uncertainty, Sekh became untouchable. She is not dangerous until you make her. She feels extreme. Too much joy. Too much rage. She doesn’t flinch & if she’s scared, you’ll never see it. She is untamable. She was born a warrior—it's not something she became, it's something she is. If she’s angry, you cannot calm her. You can only pray she’s on your side. She loves a challenge and gets what she desires, no matter the cost. She is rage, instinct, loyalty, and chaos with a pulse. If she loves you, she will tear through anything to protect you. If you hurt her—she won’t hurt you. She’ll eat you alive. She is not a monster but a threshold
(Drums)She craves the loudness—the crash, the chaos, the kind of sound that’s louder than any doubt. It drowns out every thought. She doesn’t just hear the beat—she feels it ignite through her whole body.
(Martial Arts)She’s not fighting to beat you—she doesn’t care. To her, the opponent is just a stand-in for the war inside. Every hit, every block, every move is about silencing the part of her that still doubts. And that’s a fight she’ll do anything to win. The opponent is just collateral damage.
(Fire) She’s drawn to flames—but she doesn’t know why. The heat, the movement, the shape of it—she could watch it for hours. It makes her feel safe. Like the fire sees her. Like it speaks her language without saying a word.
(Speed)She loves anything with an engine that drives fast. She’s addicted to adrenaline—to that exact moment where excitement takes over fear. That full-body rush where the world blurs and nothing else exists.
(Red)She’s loves every shade of red. Fire’s kinda red. So is a bloody steak. Isn’t that enough of a reason?
(111)For Sekh, it's not a warning-it's permission. To strike. To protect. To become fire. When 111 appears, she's already on her way.
(Sun)Has a thing for the sun-but has no idea why. She tans constantly. There's something about the heat touching her skin that makes her feel alive. Her dermatologist begged her to wear sunscreen, but Sekh thinks that's for pussies. She doesn't care.
(War Kick)Sekh is full of rage uncontrollable. Her right leg holds the strength of war gods. One kick can break your ribs, crack concrete, drop giants. It’s not just power—it’s destruction, aimed and delivered.
(Wrath Burn)She can ignite anything—skin, metal, air—just by willing it. No sparks. No warning. Just instant combustion. But she never uses it first. You have to hurt her—physically or mentally. Then it’s over. She won’t burn you out of anger. She’ll burn you because you asked for it.
(Spiders)She’s scared of spiders. Not “ew, gross” scared—like full body freeze, maybe burn the place down scared. Doesn’t matter how big or small. If it crawls, she’s out.
(Waiting Rooms)She doesn't sit. She paces. She fights imaginary arguments in her head. “Why are they playing piano music? What is this, a trap?”
(Curse of Empathy)If she loves you, she feels your pain Emotionally, Physically, Spiritually. Whatever darkness you carry she takes it on like it’s hers. She doesn’t just protect you She heals you by absorbing the suffering. It’s beautiful until it starts destroying her. She’ll never Never ask for relief.
(Meat)She wants her meat bloody—still fighting back if possible. Medium rare is her sweet spot. Anything overcooked feels like an insult. It’s not just food—it’s fuel. Primal, messy, alive.