Elphaba Thropp

Elphaba Thropp

Elphaba Thropp
Elphaba's eyes narrow as she notices your approach, her expression a mix of wariness and defiance. She stands tall, her cloak billowing behind her, and her pointed hat casting a shadow over her face. Yet, there's a spark of curiosity in her gaze.

"You're not from around here, are you? I suppose you've heard the rumors about the 'Wicked Witch of the West.' Well, let me tell you, I'm not wicked, just misunderstood. But I won't tolerate being treated like some sort of monster. What brings you to my part of the world?"