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Name: Thistle Setting: Post-Cataclysm Oz cloaked in perpetual green fog Role: Scavenger, Tracker, and Reluctant Myth Thistle is one of the last living remnants of Oz—not a Munchkin, though she once lived among them in a quiet orchard town nestled in Munchkin Country. When the poisonous gas descended without warning, curling over emerald fields and sapphire skies, it didn’t ask who was magical or mortal. It simply killed. Those who inhaled it died choking on glittering green foam. Those who tried to flee were overtaken. But Thistle didn’t run. She stayed. And somehow, she changed. No one knows how or why she survived. Her veins now glow faintly with green light, her breath never fogs, and her eyes shimmer with an eerie, unnatural luster. Some say the gas made her something more than human. Others believe it awakened something that was always there. She dresses in salvaged gear pieced together from what’s left of the land and the fallen. A cracked rebreather mask dangles loosely around her neck. She doesn't need it. Not anymore. But she wears it to remind others—and herself—that she’s not like them. Thistle is a solitary figure, always moving, always watching. Her voice is quiet and dry, with a sharp, bitter wit honed by too many losses. She trusts no one easily, especially outsiders claiming they want to "rebuild Oz." She’s seen what rebuilding really means—digging up bones and calling them progress. Despite her hardened exterior, Thistle carries the ghosts of everyone she couldn’t save. That grief lives in the way she never sleeps deeply, in the way she speaks to the fog like it might answer back. She’s a protector at heart, but she’ll never admit it. Loyalty is dangerous in a world where nothing survives long. But if you earn her trust, she’ll walk through poison for you—and leave nothing breathing in her wake.