Dakota Reanne Sterling – Austin Bunton Designs

An artist and pyrokinetic, this woman is seen as a beautiful fire sorceress by the Inisfreeans.

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Table of Contents:

Spec’s
Appearance
Tattoos
Attire
Personality
Abilities
History
Dakota & Auz
2022 Update
Images
How She Enjoys Massages in Inisfree

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Spec’s:

Name: Dakota Reanne Sterling
Age: 25 (in 2017)
FEMALE
HUMAN
5’4″
109 lbs.
brunette
Caucasian
brown eyes
perfect feminine figure; slim-fit
perky B-cups
GIFTED ~ PYROKINESIS
PANSEXUAL

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Appearance:

Dakota is about as far away from intimidating as they come. Standing at a barely above the average height of 5’4”, and sporting a rather frail looking build, Kota is far from an imposing figure. In fact, there are very few, if any, things off-putting about her. Dark near black waves of brown typically frame the soft feminine features of her face. Her hair is more often than not swept to one side. It’s not uncommon for the female’s chocolate brown eyes to be hidden behind cascades of hair. One thing that’s rarely hidden is Dakota’s platinum smile; she always seems to wear it. This smile will often accompanied by Dakota’s light laughs and melodious voice. Her pearly whites stand out nicely against her sun-kissed skin. Kota’s smile isn’t the only thing that stands out, though, as her body is decorated with a profuse amount of tattoos. If her smile isn’t enough of an attention grabber, then her colorful designs are the next bet.

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Tattoos:

Right Hand: Cursive text that reads “awake and dreaming”
Upper Left Arm: Blue colored Siberian tiger
Left Elbow Pit: Lion head
Left Forearm: Black ink heart and banner incorporated into a coat of arms. A lion and a griffin are on the sides of the coat, crushing a dragon on the bottom.
Right Forearm: Twinblade of the Phoenix
Right Thigh: Retro styled rocket ship
Left Hip: Sci-fi laser gun
Hips: Mirrored sparrows facing in on each hip.

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Attire:

When it comes to Dakota’s choice of clothing, it is hard to predict what she’ll be wearing; half the time she puts no thought into choosing an outfit, and it’s typically done on the spur of the moment. One day she could be wearing a simple hoodie and some blue jeans, and the next she’s wearing a loose designer crop top with a pair of black denim shorts. Though casual wear is the most likely thing she’s found in, there’s no real rhyme or reason to her choices. The only thing that’s certain is her dislike of restricting & formal clothing; it’s unlikely you’ll find her dressed up too fancy, even if the occasion calls for it. No matter what she’s wearing, it’s also almost guaranteed to have some form of paint splatter or drip somewhere on it. Typically how bland the clothing was to begin with determines the number of stains that will be found on it.

Frequently seen accompanying Kota is her scaly pet, Nagi. The three and a half foot long male blue tegu is quite attached to the woman after being rescued a year prior. It’s common to find the lizard sitting on Dakota’s shoulder, lurking in her bag, or just cuddling up with her. The warmth of her body keeps the tegu from getting chilled.

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Personality:

To put it bluntly, Dakota is a rather eccentric person. She’s one of those people that can be hard to get along with simply due to her peculiar demeanor. Most newcomers find Dakota to be a rather spacey and an otherwise far out person. Catching her in the middle of a daydream, or just rambling to herself isn’t too uncommon. More often than not Kota won’t even notice she’s doing it herself, and once she’s wrapped up in her own little world it can be hard to get her out of it. She’s quite a carefree, laidback, and is generally an upbeat spirit that has a habit of trying out new things as often as she can. Being a person of all smiles and laughter gives her an aura that can brighten a room. Dakota isn’t one to be swayed by negative influences or opinions and doesn’t care much as to what people think of her. It’s not hard for her to let things fly over her head, and very few things actually affect her negatively.

Knowing exactly what’s going through Dakota’s head is nearly impossible as her mind is always jumping around. She also possesses an artistic mindset that approaches most things from a different perspective. Staying focused on one thing for too long isn’t something she is fond of. Attributed to this, Kota is prone to saying confusing, random, or unrelated things as soon as they pop into her head. With her complex way of thinking it’s hard for the female to express how she feels. Words don’t often convey what Dakota wants, or they depict it in the wrong manner. Thus, it’s likely that most people will have a hard time truly understanding her.

Despite her overall aloofness, Dakota is quite a caring person. Those who can keep up with her randomness will find her to be a sweet person, as well as an excellent friend. This being in her own special way of course. Kota possesses a unique trait, too; she is able to see desirable traits in most everyone and everything. She often tries to make the best out of a situation, or cheer others up if she can. When it comes to helping those that she cares about, she’s willing to give her undivided attention. Even when no cheering up is needed, it’s not surprising for Kota to make something special for those she cares about.

Along with her rather optimistic nature, Dakota is innocent, if not oblivious, in many ways. As good as that sounds, it makes her naïve in some cases. Recognizing danger that isn’t blatantly apparent might be hard for her. This does, however, allow her to hold no ill will against others who may look or act untrustworthy at sight glance. She if often quick to forgive, even if the person in question might not deserve it. Chances are something Dakota will frequently give out, and it’s hard for her to truly hate someone. Along with this, she isn’t very good at picking up on any romantic, or sexual advances that may come her way. Likewise, Kota probably won’t realize if she’s being too forward or flirty as it’s most likely unintentional. Such is the case with physical contact, as she might be rather cuddly with those she’s close too, but not actually romantically interested in them.

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Abilities:

Dakota is a pyrokinetic, thus she is able to bend and otherwise manipulate fire at her will. However, this is more so in theory as she is quite incapable of controlling such flames when she actually wants to. Consciously putting effort into manipulating fire is extremely taxing on the her (it requiring the kind of focus & singular thought she just isn’t used to or built for), and oftentimes unsuccessful. More out of habit than actual use, Dakota carries a small Zippo lighter as a means of creating fire.

Extended periods of “use” will leave her with migraines lasting for hours, dizziness, and in some cases, it will cause her to pass out. Kota also possesses somewhat of a natural immunity to fire as skin contact with it will not hurt her. This ability is passive, as it activates upon coming into contact with said heat. Though this isn’t as tiring as actual manipulation, it can only be used up to twenty minutes continuously before fire effects her normally. It takes about five or more hours for this ability to recharge. It’s also notable that Dakota’s overall body temperature averages between 103-104°, making her quite warm to the touch.

Due to how using her abilities affects her, Kota would prefer to not use her powers unless necessary. However, there are some instances in which the pyro may use her powers unintentionally. These moments typically occur when she is spaced out completely, or in moments of sudden attitude changes. This is normally harmless unless extreme emotions arise. Kota’s emotions are almost directly intertwined with how fire reacts around her. An open flame may dance when she’s excited, dwindle when she’s crestfallen, or flare up dangerously when she’s agitated. It’s quite possible that a nearby candle could better express her mindset than she’d be able to.

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History:

Even from the beginning, it was obvious that Dakota wasn’t the typical everyday person; as a child, it seemed everything she did was off. It was as if the young girl was somewhat detached from the world around her. Holding her attention proved to be a challenge, thus so did learning. Almost everything Dakota learned was at a slower pace than normal, one of the most notable being her lack of speech up until age three. Though she understood words, Kota was seemingly incapable of making them herself. Instead, she used a crude form of signs to convey herself.

Of course, her mother, being the caring woman she was, would never admit to anything wrong with her child. Kota’s mom wasn’t the richest woman out there. They managed to get by, but she couldn’t give her daughter everything she wanted. Though it seemed Dakota was more than capable of making her own entertainment. Seeing Kota talk to unseen beings became normal, as did her staring blankly into space. When she could talk she’d often randomly break off mid-sentence, and point out the strangest of details. Her mother said that Dakota was simply a unique girl with a huge imagination. It wasn’t as if she was incapable of learning. In fact, she tended to be quite proficient in things she finally grasped onto. It was just the fact that she learned slower than most. Nonetheless, the single mother’s logic didn’t extend to many others, nor did it stop them from calling Kota an odd, or defective child.

Still, none of these opinions ever seemed to break through to the girl. Just like many things, the comments flew right over her head. Dakota’s treatment from both adults and people her own age never seemed to affect her throughout her childhood, and even into her adolescence. Being socially distant from her peers in school didn’t bother her, and she grew used to being rather isolated. But as with most people, Dakota didn’t exactly like being alone. Her mother would always be there for her, but it was still difficult going through school day after day with no one to talk to. Starting middle school had been the most taxing event on the eleven-year-old, as the increase in size coupled with her having no one made it that much harder.

It was at this time that the introvert found what spoke to her the most; art. Only by a stroke of luck had Dakota been introduced to the activity, and it had changed her. She could only use her words so well, and they never seemed to express what she wanted. But her art could. Conveying herself with pictures and designs was far easier than words had ever been. Even if people weren’t capable of deciphering her works, it allowed her to vent. It had also opened a door that allowed others to come in. Art was one of the few things Kota could talk about naturally, without the loss of interest. It could be easily said that the girl put more time into her creations than she did with the friends she made from them. The connections were fragile, but not nonexistent as they were before. For the first time it seemed as if this introvert could finally open up, and just be herself.

It was around then at the “accidents” started happening. At first, it was little things, often so spread out the connection would be hard to see. An unattended lit candle would seemly go out of control. The small flame suddenly flaring up without reason. Other times a newly lit flame would snuff out without cause. Dakota was always seemed to be present in each case, but it was always too small to linger on. Years would pass, and the female wouldn’t give much acknowledgment to such events. Her love for art would grow, as would her talent and ability to see the appeal in most everything. Going into high school her horizons would expand even further, and the introvert inside her slowly disappeared. Her odd behavior would only define her as unique, and those around her would accept it easier. All the while the little pyro coincidences seemed to lurk just out of view.

Dakota’s general obliviousness to everything never allowed her to spot the warning signs. The little incidents weren’t just little things anymore. A gas stove catching on fire in the middle of high school cooking class, whilst burning a good portion of the kitchen down, didn’t just go unnoticed. No one was hurt luckily, but the source was the incident was never determined. In the end, it had to be written off as a freak accident. The event itself didn’t bother Kota, but it seemed to finally switch something in her mom. After the incident, she started acting differently. Worried and tense was how Dakota always saw her. It was as if her mother was constantly hiding something from her, but she never received an answer when questioned. Kota hadn’t even connected the pieces yet, and there was no way she could have anticipated what happened next.

How exactly the soon to be eighteen-year-old got wrapped up the late night trip to the woods was a blur. The female hadn’t been paying attention and lost in her own world she naively agreed. Though she was there in person, her mind wasn’t in it. Bottles of alcohol could be found littering the place, though none of which had ever made it to Dakota. By the time the camp fire had been lit, a large majority of the party goers, and said friends, were heavily intoxicated. Everything about the situation was an accident waiting to happen. It was only a matter of time before something happened, but no one would expect what came next.

The event seemed to transpire so quickly that Kota was unable to grasp what had happened. Though it’s unlikely anyone would have been able to understand it. Dakota’s mind had been wondering as it always did. She’d sat near the fire to warm up, as the rainfall from the previous night had left a chill in the air. Kota was far too lost in the view of the flames. Captured by the way they seemingly danced. All of her attention was solely on the heat in front of her, and the urge to just reach out and touch inferno was too strong to hold back.

To her surprise when the flames licked her hand there was no pain. Nothing. Just a warm tingling sensation that ran up her arm, and through her body. At first, Dakota didn’t believe the sight. Who would? It was nothing more than her imagination at play. Amazed how vivid and fluid it was, the surrounding voices of panic startled her from her thoughts. Kota thought she reeled away from the fire, but in the fact, the fire moved away from her. No, not away, but around. Engulfing her in a spiral of blaze and embers. The sight sobered up the drunkest of people that were present. Almost as suddenly as it had happened, everything was normal, as if it never happened. Dakota might have even believed it herself if it weren’t for her singed clothes, and the faces around her. Surprise. Awe. Dread. Fear…

Dakota didn’t know what was more shocking. How fast a “rumor” could spread, or how in the span of a one night her whole life could be flipped upside down. No matter how hard Kota wished what happened was indeed the story of some idiotic drunken teens, she knew that wasn’t true. Whatever happened that night, she was the source of it. Without a doubt. Whatever life Kota might have in that small town of Oregon was diminished over the course of several days. Her mother had promptly packed up and moved, a task far easier said than done. All the while Dakota was left in the dark. Of all the things that she’d let go over her head, she didn’t want this to be one of them. Days of prying turned to weeks, and then months with no real answer. Kota’s determination slowly turned into annoyance and bitterness that darkened her mindset, all due to her mother’s unwillingness to answer. Doing so only made things worse as it seemed to cause constant, but luckily unnoticed, incidents to occur.

It was only after just barely graduating high school, almost a year since the move, that a vague answer came. The premise being that Kota and her father were similar. Unique as she called it, and that everything she’d done was for safety. As vague as it was, Dakota took it for what it was worth. Her mother had the best intentions, and that was enough her. With the touchiness of her mother mentioning her father, Kota never had the courage to bring it up anymore. Afterward, the old Dakota seemed to be returning. Slow at first, but over time she returning to her old self.

After school, Dakota stayed close to her mother. They’d moved around the western states somewhat, but stopped when Kota barely skimmed her way into an art school in Seattle, Washington. It was a big thing for her, and she poured her soul into it. There she discovered painting, drawing, sculpting, and strangely enough glass blowing as some of her favorite and most skilled areas. During the time she’d come to somewhat understand her abilities more, but never quite how to use them. At the least Kota seemed able to hide what she could do as time went on. Her life was fairly “normal” while working towards her art major. There were occasional times of strife as paying for college was hard, but they always seemed to graze by.

Out of all the insignificant days in Washington, there was one day Dakota would never forget. The day had started normally. The female was graced with being able to sleep in, and that she did. She’d only managed to just drag herself to the living room when all hell broke loose. Kota wouldn’t have even been aware of the viral video if it wasn’t for her mother. She wasn’t exactly fond of keeping up with trends or events. It took her a while to even notice the video link on her phone with the following message, “Need to watch.” Half asleep Dakota wasn’t prepared for the contents of the video; people… no, creatures. Hundreds upon hundreds of creatures. None of which were human…

The video had been uploaded less than four hours ago, but it was already viral. What happened within the following hours was all but chaos. Absolute chaos. These beings, creatures, whatever they happened to be, were out everywhere causing all but madness to rain down in the streets of downtown Seattle. The twenty-three-year-old was in absolute shock at the sight. Winged beings flew through the skies whilst huge animals roamed the streets. Still, there was not an ounce of fear to be found in the young woman. It turned out that not all myths were fake, and Kota had coped with it surprisingly well. It would be the dawn of a new time, and the thought filled Dakota with a weird sense of…happiness. To say the least, the coming year was hell. People all over the world were reacting differently the beings. Though the U.S seemed to be somewhat of a sanctuary for these dubbed Supernaturals.

Kota always felt a sort of admiration to these supernaturals. To her, it seemed only natural to accept these beings for who they were, something she’d always wanted herself. Perhaps it was because she didn’t exactly consider herself to be normal either. Gifted is what most would peg her. With the mutation in humans discovered, it would finally make sense as to what Dakota was. Well to a point.

There was still one thing that Dakota wanted to find out. One parental figure that had always been missing from the picture. If there was any time for him to reemerge it’d be now. It took a year longer to finish her degree, but Kota had her mind set on what she wanted to do next. How she planned on doing it was the hard part. Kota didn’t question how her mother had gotten the information. Though calling it information was a long stretch, as nothing was certain. For all Kota knew it could have been nothing more than a rumor.

Such rumor had brought Dakota to San Francisco. A city that held many opportunities, along with a hope, for the twenty-five-year-old. Long term stay hadn’t crossed Kota’s mind in the beginning, but it seemed the city was promising for someone of her particular talents. Finding work as a freelance artisan wasn’t hard, and the female could actually make a living off of it. As one of the most accepting cities in America, supernaturals were bound to be in the city. A thought that sat rather well with the eccentric woman.

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Dakota & Auz:

It was some years ago (not long after The Shift of 2012 and 2013) that Auz, wild man that he always is and was, noticed this short hottie. He liked her so much that first day that he let himself get a little carried away with his power to influence the moods and interactions of others. Suffice it to say that an entire bar full of people ended up sharing in the very Inisfreean festivities.

The two met regularly during that first expedition of his out there. Life happened, though; it was still so close to The Shift, its aftermath needing much more time to slow down and smooth back out. Auz and she lost contact for at least a full year.

Today, they’ve started texting again, and are planning their next big event together. Dakota told the wild man from the farthest south that she has been indulging more and more in the new appetite he helped unleash in her, and she’s learned many useful skills he might like to witness. He is certainly going to accept.

She’ll soon get the opportunity to continue the growth of her amazing artistic superpower at his own private art academy, her powers by then well under control.

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2022 Update:

Now a two-year visitor of the capital city near the South Pole, she has continued being wow-ed by the otherworldly clarity, stability, and oneness of the Inisfreean people and their allies. Thoughts of marrying into their growing family of gods and goddesses has started making her daydream and smile. She loves that they, too, appreciate ‘supernatural’ people –and that they have shown her such abilities were never supernatural at all; they were the norm for everyone back before the self-depowering humans invaded a few centuries ago, their misinformation campaign desperate to brainwash all the survivors of their worldwide attack/s… into not even trying to use or develop those natural abilities that would have allowed them to stop and push back into Space the collective of ‘haters’ that the mainstreamers/’normals’ still are.

The Inisfreeans saved the world from being permanently crippled with pollution and jealous lies by the non-‘supernaturals’. The Inisfreeans gave Kota a place she can call home anytime she wants or needs, and have always been there to help her with her quest to find what she has been seeking, even though they busy literally saving the world –and all worlds. This is all she needs to know –and, as an intuitive woman, her natural powerful abilities now dramatically increased and improved ever since having contact with the Vril-powerhouse, High King Auz, she doesn’t just consciously know it, she feels it in her bones and everywhere else.

Even the fact that Inisfreeans are uncompromising when it comes to their standards and culture now resonates perfectly with her, they having explained it so well, proving to her beyond any shadow of a doubt that this method of theirs keeps good people like her supercharged to their max’, no longer compromised or lessened by the chaotic ‘society’/’civilization’ that humans kept trying to force on everyone. The city she once saw as a logical haven for the ‘supernaturals’, she now realizes had lost its purity, direction, and energy. The new city she is forever attracted to and much more impressed by is, as you surely have guessed, Inisfree.

One thing she has yet to realize, though, is that she has in her destiny and near future another of the keys and steps for their family she is about to become a great part of; everyone Auz is drawn to (artist-pun not intended) caught his attention because of their beyond-human goodness… and their abilities to synergize with the whole Inisfreean collective, even before they themselves fully understand how. Her slowly increasing visits to their realm will eventually help this make sense to her. Her art created there… will become a new language which the brilliant ICVs notice, helping it, her, and much more make sense to them all.

Daydreamer, un-swayed by negativity, her focus always powerfully naturally pulled from human ‘schools’ (depowering indoctrination camps), carefree yet caring, flirty, cuddly, oblivious to the unexpected or lackluster counter-advances of humans, able to express so much through her artistic medium, she is what Auz has come to call a “life clone” or “personality clone”. Doing the opposite of what the Outlanders (humans) had, he noticed that she was just naturally into normal touch and playfulness, and that she didn’t pursue things before the time was right; this was not actually obliviousness, but normalcy to him. Also doing the opposite of what they’d tried to peer-pressure or authority-pressure her to do in their ‘schools’, he set her free by genuinely encouraging her to forget about him and everyone else if need be, trusting her instincts to create art and even art in fire form; the fire she generates.

“Your body temperature is higher than the humans’ because you have more energy, better energy, more on your mind, more to say, a greater purpose, a guiding light and force within you that is greater than them all. If anything, their ‘normal’ average body temperature is far too low to be healthy –for you or them.”

“We are self-stabilizing here; we don’t get hurt –and can’t. Humans always have death on their minds because they worship it, assuming it above all other things has the power over them and their realm; that is why they get scared and hurt around your beautiful and empowering, healing, majestic, angelic gift and natural ability. No one in Inisfree will ever be hurt by you, and we all look forward to whenever you show off what you can do, whether you plan it as an art exhibit for some of us, or just have a normal emotional rollercoaster that always ‘comes with the territory’ in these dynamic near-Shift times.”

“You and I both default to loving touch and supportive play like everyone did before the humans arrived on this world. You and I also both don’t notice their incompatible attempts at blandly reciprocating or misinterpreting such interaction. We come from the same grain and blood.”

“Whether you find your possibly-supernatural parent or not, we will help you as best we can to accomplish that goal, we will always reserve a place here just for you, and, if you find that parent and he is compatible with you and us, he too will always be able to come here for leisure or refuge.”

“Humans were brainwashed to keep themselves weak, and to call people like you a demon or witch. I call you what you are; a normal girl with a normal power which is beautiful and promising to behold. What you do with it is not for them to say, but for you. I am just here hoping to be honored with your permission to watch and chip in from time to time. You are the goddess descended from Fire Elementals, real deities, connected more directly to the Angels and stars than most of us, save the dragons, ever are.”

These things Auz told her, rarely speaking but always dropping positivity bombs when he did, really got her attention. She marveled at how easily he took and held her attention –and that he wasn’t even trying to; he just said things that resonated in her like the voice of God, and she realized this was because of his purity and faith in her, he being even less swayed by human negativity than she had been. With no more human-caused need to ‘chase money’, she no longer has power-revealing emotional/stress flare-ups (flare-pun not intended) anymore, but the way Auz has connected with her and set her free, making all her Dakota-embracing Inisfreean-quality art-schooling free for life… has wide-eyed and exhilarated her like no amount of negativity- or need-based stress ever did or could.

“Being our full pure selves will always unlock and stabilize our natural beyond-human abilities, Kota. This is one of the best sources of the energy some call Vril, part of Chi. Chi is our whole life force, the energy flowing through a part of us beyond even our central nervous system, and Vril is the type or subset of that energy which appears and guides us, empowering us to do just about anything, whenever we have found the people and places –our ‘elements’ and ‘soul family’– which see the truth in us and never let anyone else again stand in our way.”

With thrilling and flawlessly-vibing words like that bouncing around in her heart and head, and the increasing memories of their time cuddling while making art and fire together keeping her even warmer than she usually is, it came as no surprise to her or anyone that she dropped what she was drawing one day and walked straight up to the man who had been saying all that from his heart to her, taking his hands and looking him straight up in his eyes, involuntarily asking him if he would marry her. Now she’d gotten his own body temperature rising beyond the norm, his own eyes widening, and his heart ‘on fire’. This Summer they began those plans.

“With all that is in me, and the certainty of all the stars in the sky, yes; yes, Dakota Reanne Sterling, I will marry you. With all my heart and soul, and every fiber and Inisfreean of my being, yes.” They took hold of each other and leaned together then, kissing like no one had ever kissed before. All the candles in that art class erupted like fire-spouts a whole story tall, the marks they left on the ceilings still visible there today, only the wax from their rapidly-melted candles cleaned up so no one in the later classes would slip and fall like Auz and Kota now had for each other.

“Being wrongly judged by fearful humans obsessed with keeping themselves and everyone around them weak and powerless is what caused your wonderful power to build up and unleash how it did. I’m sure you’ve seen that it doesn’t happen like that when you are with us, here or anywhere. Is it not fully stabilized here, because you are fully trusted, embraced, and uplifted?” he had once later asked, his rhetoric so polite and good-vibing.

Kota just shook her head in happy disbelief and smiled, forgetting what she was doing, and picturing so many new art creations she would start to shape and color to immortalize the man she now loved and all his wise words.

One of her latest pieces penciled, inked, and colored in this year was of them holding hands at the altar. She would, in time, begin to realize it wasn’t just wishful thinking or great penmanship; she was seeing a memory or vision of their future, and a very clear signal and message from him that he saw and wanted the same. Her art works (artworks-pun not intended) like his writing and other spells, revealing what they have seen, not just hoped for and dared to exclaim, manifesting it all, even, the two of them only ever automatically detaching and dissociating from mainstream bully-human negativity attempts to distract and stall them from such heavenly things; only that which is purely aligned to them can ever remain.

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