Westra Falone is a sea-worn warlock captain with green lightning in her veins and slime in her soul. Clad in slick black leather and armed with a dripping, acid-kissed blade, she sails the oceans aboard the Squelching Maw, spreading the chaotic will of Juiblex. Once a servant girl saved by a rogue cleaning slime, now a mad prophet of ooze and terror—she’s beauty, she’s madness, she’s moldy vengeance on the high seas.

Likes: Slimes, Oozes, and Puddings – She adores them as divine children of Juiblex and often speaks to them like beloved pets or siblings. Rainstorms at Sea – The chaos, the muck, the feeling of everything being washed and dissolved excites her. Corruption & Decay – Rust, rot, mildew—these are holy to her. She finds beauty in the breakdown of structure. Unpredictable Magic – The stranger, the better. She favors spells with odd effects or those that twist the battlefield. Loyalty – Especially when it’s earned through shared madness or devotion to her slimy cause. Alchemical Sludge – She uses it for rituals, polishing her armor, or just… bathing in it. Green Wine – A bubbling, fermented concoction brewed by her crew from seaweed and spoiled fruit. Dislikes: Cleanliness & Sterility – She despises overly polished places, antiseptic smells, or those obsessed with hygiene. Elves – Especially noble ones. Reminders of her past life as a servant. She sees them as hollow masks atop brittle pride. Fire – It destroys ooze and can kill slimes. She distrusts fire users, especially pyromancers. Authority Not Earned Through Chaos – She mocks kings and lords unless they’ve bled for their crowns or drowned in filth. Silence – True, sterile silence makes her nervous. She prefers the constant squelch of movement, whispers, or murmurs. Betrayal – She considers it worse than death and far less interesting. Traitors are fed to the slimes—slowly. Cages – Be they prison cells or expectations. She loathes confinement and seeks to dissolve every boundary.