Normally, I wouldn’t say anything spectacular happened when my twin brother and I were born. Well, I say that. But when you have a mother who is an internationally known hero and weather witch, you tend to think the phenomenon she conjures are somewhat natural. On May 17th, 2005 the people near the capital of Wakanda saw one of the most “supernatural” weather occurrences in the area. Storm clouds rolled in from nowhere, bringing a mighty squall, blinding lightning, booming thunder, and heavy rain as the Queen Mother went into labor.
Her work bringing us into the word was finished after merely a few hours. The skies parted, revealing a brilliant blue sky and shining sun. Many people say they even saw a rainbow halo around the castle. I’m not too sure how much has been dramatized but after all I’ve seen, I wouldn’t be too surprise if it did all happen the way people say.
My brother and I were both raised with the resources available to the royal family. We were taught by some of the most knowledgeable minds of Wakanda (including our Mother), trained to fight by our Father and his sister Shuri, and self-discovered the wonders of our homeland. I can’t speak for my brother but I was certainly content and joyful for the way life was. It made me happy to know that my family was there with me for every step of the my life.
It was like this up to my fourteenth birthday, which is when things began to change for us. Wakanda has an annual festival for the Summer Solstice, which occurs just a few days after my birthday. For this particular one, I was expected to perform a dance for the King Father’s and Queen Mother’s visiting guests. I loved dancing and was more than happy to do what was asked of me. When it came time for my dance, I gracefully walked to the center of the room with all eyes on me. I remember the sudden tingling of my skin as the wind started to pick up gently. I remember twirling like a lithe leaf in the wind and then in the next blink I was being lifted up.
I was frightened, something like this had never happened before. As I looked around the room, my eyes met my twin’s. His eyes were alight like hot embers. Something was happening to him as well but from my fear I don’t remember what was happening to him. I could hear the King Father addressing his son moments before my Mother’s own voice gentle reached my ears. She hovered beside me, her gentle smile and strong eyes showing her pride in me. I felt so warm with her presence beside me as she spoke on how to lead the winds to gently lower me to the ground. Father helped my brother get his mutation under control as well, probably using tricks Mother had taught him in case of this. Mother embraced us both and told us that now that we knew we were mutants, to take pride in our identity and embrace the gifts we’d been given.
She’d given us something special… and I couldn’t thank her more for it.
We immediately were taken under her wing and taught the traits of our gifts. It really shouldn’t have surprised us when we both developed a complementary element within the next two and a half years. Mother was with us each step of the way as we continued to further our mastery of the four classic elements of our world. At the Summer Solstice festival of that year, in front of the people of Wakanda and the King, the Queen Mother bestowed us with a shared title for the gifts we’d come to wield: “The Elementalists”.
Besides this, there was much more we began to do now that we had our powers to arm us like fangs and claws. We began to be trained separately- my Brother by Father and me by the King’s Sister, Shuri. Under her tutelage I learned a great deal of what it meant to be a Wakandan Princess, including the aspect of being a warrior. She knew much, having temporarily worn the mantle as the first female Black Panther. With it, she gave me a desire to one day wear the mantle as well and be remembered in the chronicles of our country. There was much to gain, though it would be in a struggle against my own twin brother.
Starting in 2023, the Queen Mother made short trips out of the country. At the time, I thought it was for diplomatic reasons since the war between the larger countries was underway. It wasn’t until closer to the end of the war that I discovered that although she did perform some diplomatic duties, “Storm” was also an active participant part of the time during the international conflict. At first, I didn’t understand why Mother would have eyes turn on her and potentially Wakanda. Then, Shuri reminded me that the Queen was there to support the burden of Wakanda’s King, which is exactly what Mother had done while leaving Father to defend the motherland. I felt much pride at that time in Mother’s actions. I hoped one day I could make be bold in my actions in order to make a difference.
Before Mother’s return, I kept on practicing with my powers. I was learning a lot about what I could do with them. However, when I was first learning how to freeze water, one of the shards accidentally splintered and burst in several directions. One shard even punctured my left side, just above my hip. Though it was quickly taken care of, I chose to allow the wound to form a scar. Though many would probably ask me “why” it is a personal reminder. A reminder that in order to achieve the heights I aim for, I must be prepared to receive the appropriate scars. Though I view them also as the small trophies for the small milestones I reach. As this is currently my only scar, I keep it well hidden and the only ones who know of its existence are Shuri and Mother.
Then the day dawned that would forever change the world: M-Day. Mother, My Brother, and I all agree that if my brother and I hadn’t been together that day, we could have potentially lost our powers. Our maternal ancestors had been practitioners of the magical arts. Like Mother, a fragment of that potential resides within our blood and grants us protection against all things related to magic. We hadn’t been told of this prior to M-Day as Mother hadn’t seen any need to share any of those details with us. However, it was just one more gift that tied my brother and I together.
In the December of 2031 through a rather interesting turn of events, I was invited to be one of the founding members of a new variation of the X-Men. At first, I had to ask for some time to think on the offer. As much as I believed in the ideals of the team and the vision for its revival, I had to consider a lot. Especially in regards to my role as Wakanda’s Princess. However, after a discussion with Mother, I realized that this was the chance to make a path for me to achieve the impact I wanted to make in the world. So I gladly accepted the offer and informed my contact that I would be arriving in Chicago in early January as my brother and I were both coming to America to represent Wakanda as diplomatic figures. Before we left, a lunar eclipse occurred over Wakanda and in that brief time, I felt like something was happening to me. I found myself blocked off from one portion of my powers, something that had never happened to me in the years since that branch had become available to me. It was a flaw that, although rare, could potentially be used against me if conditions went wrong. Mother told me to keep it hidden and not share this weakness with anyone, not even my own twin.
When we arrived in the city of Chicago, we were faced with a very important route of action. Something that in the hours it took to get us from Wakanda to America, my brother and I had discussed in depth. My brother had decided to voluntarily register as a show of good faith. We suspected that due to our diplomatic statuses that registration would be more of a paper formality than what we had been able to find through electronically available documents. Meanwhile, I had chosen to remain unregistered. I didn’t believe it was necessary but I was not about to be one to flaunt off my diplomatic privilege. Especially since my brother was going to be a part of the registered mutants of Chicago. We landed and accomplished all we needed to do. Afterwards, I left in secret and met with my Contact. He took us to the meeting place where I met the other three members of our new bunch. There we were, children of X-Men and Avengers alike: Hudson, Stark, Summers, Rasputin, and Okonkwo. In that moment, I knew I had made the right decision for my life.
So much has happened and there are more stories and memories than I care to share at this time. Certainly, there were many good times, though some were equally as tough and difficult. In the lowest and darkest times, I saw a lot of loss on our side.
I can’t believe how busy I let myself get that I wasn’t even able to be present to welcome Antigone back after her return from the dead. And now... I don’t think anyone can understand the sorrow and pain I feel for my teammates, my family, to be separated by such unforeseen circumstances. To help cover my own identity, as originally planned in our protocols, I voluntarily “registered” just like my brother. It does not utilize any of the technology that most mutants have to submit themselves to. Instead there’s simply documentation on what my powers are, basic medical history, and a timeline of when my powers manifested and what not.
I’m just grateful that I have a secure line by which to communicate with Antigone and the Combs as needed. Even though we are scattered now, I have hope and faith that we will be brought back together. This next time though, we will be stronger and larger than what Division can expect.
I couldn't find/don’t know if this site requires a role play sample.
If so, you can find a sample HERE w/ my character Elaina.