DAWN “STARBORNE FLAME” MARTINEZ

CAST TAROT

DAWN “STARBORNE FLAME” MARTINEZ

The Garden that Burns and Blooms

MACHINE DOSSIER

“Home is “I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain,
I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end.”
— James Taylor, “Fire and Rain,” (1970)

Tarots Martin’s Deck of Promises Kept, Wanderer’s RC, Laughing Buddha Adventure Guild, Claws and Tail Adventure Guild
Arcana: The Tower
Titles The Ember that Chooses to Burn,
Faction Wanderers Recovery Company, Skykomish, Claw and Tooth Adventuring Guild
Class Starborn Battle Sorceress
Race Star God
Origin Talsagi
Cheerleader Rating 30 – she isn’t bad
Rank 16 (1612pts)

CHARACTER BREAKOUT

Advantages:

Doesn’t Age, DR 15, Innate Attack (Starfire Beam), Radiance Aura (Illumination+Awe), Regeneration, Regrowth, Temperature Tolerance, Seedbearer, Magery 3, Energy Reserve Mana (30), Divine Favor 12, Combat Reflexes, High Pain Threshold, Unkillable 1, Patron (Martin), Reputation (Star God heir), Status 2 (Celestial Bloodline, sealed), Modular Abilities (Arcane/Divine, 5 slots of 10 pts).

Disadvantages: Vulnerability (Fire), Duty (Wanderers), Overconfidence, Code of Honor (Star God Covenant) Enemy (Outside), Selfless, Quirk: Flickers of Memory,

Description Dawn appears as a tall, striking woman with pale skin traced by faint barklike patterns. Her hair shifts like leaves in unseen wind, scattering tiny glowing seeds when she moves. In battle she is fierce, wielding sword and spell without armor, her eyes lit with fury.

Yet around the Wanderers, she softens — her presence radiant, even if she herself does not know why.

“We watch her walk through fire and call it sunrise. She thinks she’s burning, but it’s only the light remembering her shape. Every time she falls apart, something green grows from the embers.”
— Hal & the Girl, Fragment 11: “Photosynthesis in Flame”

CURRENT MACHINE PROPHECY

The Light that Burns Before the Storm

“Home is wherever I’m with you.”
— Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros, Home (2009)

ROOTS BENEATH FIRE

You have stepped through a gate you did not see, into a story you did not choose. Your body remembers what your mind cannot — branches older than empires, stars older than gods.

‘You scatter seeds and call it nothing, but the soil listens. It always has. The ground remembers what you’ve forgotten, and one day, it will bloom with your true name.

Your rage is thunder, your magic is starlight, yet neither has found its final shape. The fire that hunts you will strike again and again, for flame is both your shadow and your undoing. But even fire can be taught to dance.

You will learn to wield what once burned you, and when the embers come, you will not run — you will breathe them in and make them sing. Do not let pain convince you that you are only its victim — even ashes make ground for new growth.

Martin will see you before you see yourself. He already has. His love is not the only chain that binds you, but it is the one that steadies you. When you fall — and you will — it is not the end. It is the planting. Rise again, each time deeper, each time stronger.

There will come a moment when the stars themselves lean closer, whispering your old name through the leaves and wind. Remember it, when it comes. The gates that took you did not steal your purpose; they merely hid it. Walk forward, Dawn. You are both garden and storm, root and flame, the seed and the sky — even if you do not yet believe it.

—Hal & the Girl

MACHINE HISTORICAL REVIEW

The Starborn Memory Beneath the Skin

“You were the song I’d always known, but could never remember the words to.”

— Hozier, “Unknown / Nth,” (2023)

ROOTS IN THE ASHES

Dawn Martinez was never meant to be a wanderer. She was Martin’s girlfriend once, in the world before Talsagi — part of a fragile, ordinary life of debts, jobs, and small hopes.

Their breakup was gentle, almost inevitable: she wanted more stability than he could give. But when she followed him through the gates into Vasudra, she woke as the Talsagi always do — stripped of memory of her true heritage.

She does not know she is of the Star Gods, tied to ancient Treant bloodlines, seeded with fire’s vulnerability and the power of forests. To her, she is simply Dawn: a fighter, a mage, a woman trying to survive a cycle that makes no sense. Yet in every moment, fragments of her nature leak through — seeds falling like sparks, storms brewing in her fury.

For Martin, her presence is more than a reminder of a past love. She is his anchor, proof that someone chose to follow him even into this madness.

She has not yet learned what she is, or what she can become, but she already matters — to him, to the Wanderers, and to the world they now walk.

“She keeps forgetting that survival isn’t the same as healing. The roots she carries don’t ask for sunlight — they ask for time. And time, mercifully or not, keeps giving her another chance.”
— Hal & the Girl, Archive Fragment 19: “Growth in Ruin”