The Weapon Who Could Not Be Mastered

Addy exhaled a sigh. Her powers had been threatening to flair up all week, first lighting a portion of her golden hair on fire, and now turning things to dust with a touch. She needed to reign herself in. Perhaps if she collected some souls she'd build up, but for now... Nothing. Then again, one usually had to have a meister to collect souls, and so far she had proven too difficult for the meisters here to control. Her power was so dependent on her meister's emotional state; hers simply drifted with the wind. She twisted her hair from the ends, into what resembled a dreadlock so it didn't look so burned.

Time to see what I can do on my own...

OOC:could I join?

ooc: I would also like to join if this is open.