This is my first posted fan fiction ever, anywhere, so pleas be kind.
All allusions are to BioWare's charters not mine.
Your Question
Who am I?
I am the girl who stands at the edge of a cliff.
I am the girl who clutches a poisonous ring of metal.
Clutching it like a drowning man clings to a piece of driftwood in the stormy sea, like which my gaze lingers on.
I am the girl who feels a cat twist around her ankles, yowling, trying to get out of the rain.
The ring is as blue as the night sky and the cat's as orange as fire.
I am the girl who stand in the rain crying. (waiting, grieving, dying) So no one, she can letdown, can see her.
So who am I?
I am the girl who cries for a dying virtue, and prays for a burning man.