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› › _______________Helishun Lei Vay'shaal __

♠ wanted dead or alive ♠
ring around the rosie

× ` - - TERMS of en∂eคrмenτ | | Heli, Lei-Lei, Gadget-cat
× ` - - мคκe ค ฬISH | | Twenty-five; 1st of November
× ` - - PLUG oя ouτleτ | | Female
× ` - - мy fคvoriτe FLAVOR | | Pansexual
× ` - - ι HEART you | | .. You're kidding, right?
× ` - - hoмe sωeeτ HOME | | Tyresia
× ` - - LABEL мy poωer | | Her knowledge on technology is second to none throughout the rebellion and caused her to become the leader of the technology division. She has also gained a reputation for losing her temper unreasonably quickly.

♦ it's not easy being me ♦
a pocket full of posies

× ` - - τoτคl CAMERA ωhoяe | | You want more pictures than this? Get out of my workshop.
× ` - - ∂rคω ค PICTURE | | Helishun is one of the shorter members of the rebelion, standing at a meagre 4'9'' (and that is even with her ears pointed). To give herself more presence, she built a pair of large mechanical arms, giving people the excuse they were to help with her work. While they are highly useful in her work, she keeps the real reason to herself - most people have not actually seen her real arms and a rumor has spread that she lost them in a battle. When her mechanical arms are at full length and holding her up, she reaches 6'11''. Her feline ears poke through her hood and her tail is fed through a hole at the back of her shorts, everything baggy and unquestionably comfortable. Almost her entire body is covered in white fur save for on her hands, feet and head (excluding her face).

× ` - - HEART คn∂ soul | | To be completely blunt and honest, Helishun can be a bit of a b***h. If you are not bringing her good news, presents or a new broken down piece of technology for her to play with, she will more than likely send you out of her workshop with a new burn or bruise somewhere on your body. Seeing her familes lives pass her by in such a torturous way left a scar on her mind, leaving her bitter and somewhat unstable at times, prone to lashing out in anger over the smallest of conflicts. She is proud of her work and her skills, not taking any insults or arguements when her work is the subject at hand. She is most at ease and happiest when working with her machines, her strongest emotional tie being with her first working creation - a animatron she named K.A.T (kill all terrors). Sadly, some accidentally poured liquid over the poor machine and it now functions strangley - she still holds a grudge against the offender. She more often than not holds an expression of 'unamused' and has never been known to smile as of late.

× ` - - τhe ∂usτy PAGES | | Being trapped on the continent of Tyresia could be seen as an easy break to outsiders. Disappering one moment and reappearing at others must have seemed like the lords of Terror and Chaos has taken pity on the Rakshasa race. Helishun would happily maim whomever would dare make such an accusation to her face. Her family was larger, larger than most and she once held deep emotional ties to each one of them. They hunted together and when the time of technology came, Helishun and her family went along with the change and found interest in what it did bring. The time of technology was a welcomed change in her family, they had always felt hunting and keeping to the forests somewhat primitive. They were content, even happy to an extent though this was most likely due to their ignorance to events transpiring across the world - or at least, Helishun was. Once the effects of the Terror Lord of Time came into motion, the young Rakshasa finally realised the trouble they were in.

At first, one of Helishun's sisters disappeared, reappearing almost a month later, malnorished and exhaughsted. Next the father of the family was taken by time, reappearing over a year later but not before three of her other siblings disappeared along with him. Somehow, Helishun was left unaffected by the time fluxuations though this did not comfort her. As her family continued to forceably leave her and then return looking worse for wear, she could not help but feel as though she was the one being punished. Then one day, it was her turn. It only felt as though she had been in the unknown for a few minutes but during those moments, she was unable to breathe. When she finally returned, the sight was not what she had expected nor desired. Her siblings sobbing around the motionless body of their mother lain in the middle of their family home. Her hand reached out to them but as they turned, she was taken again. Moments later, she returned to the sight of her much older siblings screaming at one another and then she disappeared again. This continued on until the end of her familes days, her last remaining sibling standing over the mulitated corpses of her family before piercing his own heart with a blade.

This broke the Rakshasa. With no reason to stay and not in the right state of mind to bury their corpses, Helishun left them to rot in their family home, only managing to grab a knapsack of small tools before exiting. She wandered for an age, continously being taken by the unexplainable time fluxuations until eventually collapsing. It felt wonderful, she had hoped her body had finally given up. When she finally awoke, she found herself being watched over by a certain rebellion leader. Instantly, Helishun felt unreasonable hatred for the man and violently lashed out, begining the pairs bitter relationship. They have their own twist on the phrase 'friends with benefits'. After some talking, she learned that she had been rescued by a group calling themselves a 'rebellion', something she laughed at openly. Her knowledge of technology was brought to their attention when she began to fix broken machinary around the facility with ease and soon became the head of the technology division. She now spends most of her time in her workshop, increasing her knowledge on technology and fixing broken devices, more or less never disturbed.

× ` - - τhis is MINE | | The sound of grinding metal, the sensation of punching someone, the act of creation, the taste of smoke in the air.
× ` - - NO τhคnk you | | Harsh lighting, stubborn idiots, water near her machines, smiling.
× ` - - мคke мe TREMßLE | | Drowning or the feeling of breathlessness.
× ` - - ßELIEVE in мคgic | | To keep Jack Calumina alive long enough for him and his rebellion free the world of Terror and Chaos. Then she will probably kill him.

♥ I want you bleeding ♥
ashes, ashes

× ` - - PLEDGE of คllegiคnce | | To the Rebelion and to Jack Calumina (not that she would ever admit it)
× ` - - foun∂ ค REASON | | Why not? I like living on my own terms, not bound to anothers will.
× ` - - youя huмble SERVANT | | Where ever she is needed, she'll work.
× ` - - τhe soul's SHADOฬ | | Helishun holds no interest in magic though picked up a few spells to help her with her work. The ability to see in the dark, levitation of small objects. She has some skill in using one element, though it is only used to power up her machines and devices - energy. She has yet to use this element aggresively and she prefers not to use it in front of the rebellions leader - calling him a copycat, as ironic as that may be.
× ` - - shiny METAL objecτs | | Large mechanical hands, two handguns hidden within her sleeves
× ` - - мy TRUMP cคr∂ | | Helishun has skill in both strength and speed. Her mechanical arms have the strength to punch through or dent most metals, inflicting serious damage to fleshier vicitims. Should she need to abandon her mechanical limbs, however, Helishun is still one of the Rakshasa race and her agility is top notch. Evasion and escaping can be easy for her though she still has firearms hidden within her clothes for defence.
× ` - - CAN'T τคke iτ | | Helishun is small and squishy - she cannot take many hits, if any at all. Whilst 'wielding' her mechanical arms, her evasion capabilities are limited and she often unwilling to leave them behind. If she is caught, she does not have many ways of escaping if the enemy has a good grip. She can become unstable if reminded of her family or if not surrounded by machines.

♣ welcome to the grave ♣
they all fall down

× ` - - pick youя POISON | | Wrath
× ` - - яeค∂ мy LIPS | | "What nature has neglected, the fruit of modern science shall provide."
× ` - - DANCE ωiτh мe | | Punchin' Jack Theme & General Theme Song
× ` - - τคsτe τhe RAINßOฬ | | Black, black and more black

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Elf ● Female ● Duelist

Once a slave girl that was bought to become an exotic dancer.
Accidentally (but not really) killed someone during a routine.
Just as she's about to be excecuted for her crime and she was bought off again.
Person who bought her thought she'd be a great tool in a few assassinations.
The killing side wasn't really her cup of tea but she couldn't deny being a distraction wasn't fun.

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" A ghost that eats human corpses. "

WEAPON(S) :↷ Two ninjatu hidden within her sleeves.
AGE :↷ Unknown
APPEARANCE :↷ Image
LIKES :↷ The scent of blood, the recently deceased, warm flesh, being commanded by those she respects, trinkets and money.
DISLIKES :↷ Doctors and medicine, grave diggers, the living, other ghosts and spirits
POSITIVES :↷ Painfully loyal, enthusiastic, respectful to leaders,
NEGATIVES :↷ Spiteful and cruel, easily scared off, easily distracted, childish.
STRENGTHS :↷ If Susumu has tasted the blood of a person, she will be able to track said person with ease. Being somewhat of a ghost, her footsteps make no sounds and she is adept in stealth. Her skill in persuation are increased, especially in the fields of bribery.
WEAKNESSES :↷ Her undenible craving for human flesh can get the better of her as both a distraction and for revealing her true nature.

BACKGROUND :↷ The moment this Jininki was created, her teeth were already sunk in the flesh of a recently deceased soldier. At first, she was mortified but at the taste and sensation of still-warm blood ran down her partched throat, all feelings of humanity seemed to leave her. With each bite, memories of her past life returned, fueling her unreasonable anger and hunger for the flesh. She lived in povety, her mother died at childbirth and her father a cruel drunk. When he was not out drinking and gambling, he was beating his child or sleeping the day away. Eventually, the loan sharks came after him and he was forced to give up his daughter in exchange for his life. He did not fight for his child and nor did she fight to stay with him. There were no tears or goodbyes, just a strong sense of relief from the daughter even though she knew where these events would land her.

She spent a total of three years working as a prostitute in the local brothel though it was not at all as bad as some might think. The resident prostitutes has created a game, the more money and other possessions they could steal from the customers, the more points they would get. Who ever had the most points at the end of the month could sell all that had been collected and buy whatever they wished from it. Many spent their winnings on alcohol to dull the pain, others make-up and jewels to make them seem more appealing. Each month, Susumu claimed not to have stolen anything. At the end of the third year, Susumu killed her last customer and bought her freedom before anyone found the corpse, taunting the other whores as she walked past their rooms.

The years that followed were not all that different from her days spent in the brothel, only this time she was free to go where she pleased, pleasure whomever she wanted. At first, she targeted those with little money, few ties and down on their luck who saw Susumu as an angel taking pity on them. A night of passion that they never woke up from - Susumu loved her life. Eventually though, it all ended. The law enforcers finally caught up to her and sentenced her to death though it apparently did not all end there. The taste of blood and the texture of flesh between her teeth brought her to her senses after what felt like an age had passed. She awoke with the arm of a fallen soldier in her hands while she was being warily surrounded by soliders wearing similar armor. A man stepped forward and questioned her. Without event hinking, she answered and felt compelled to follow him. That is how she found herself within the Oda clan.

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There was panic within the technology department long before the attack. Members of the resistance were welcome and expected to practice using firearms within her designated area so long as they actually managed to increase their skills each time – that was her only rule. That and they did not damage or destroy any apparatus within the area. Although her division was the largest in terms of room and items, clutter was practically everywhere. Many had complain, none of them were heard. Everything in that room was there for a reason, specific places so that their resident technology adept feline knew where everything was. Helishun was highly protective of her machines and devices, some might even call it obsessive though they would never voice it out loud. All her worldly possession back home were probably burnt to cinders or covered in the dried blood of her family. As if to fill the void left by her deceased kin, she surrounded herself with items left behind from the time of technology, protecting both herself from the dull social life their situation permitted and protecting the trinkets from unskilled hands.

In the firearms training area, a small collection of humans were practising, taking special care in only shoot one bullet every ten seconds so to not invoke the wrath of the division head. All was going smoothly until a rogue bullet made contact with a highly flammable canister. Instantly catching alight, the canister propelled itself into the air before colliding with another collection of containers, a small explosion occurring moments later. The group stared on in horror, praying that nothing else would catch fire or that the noise was not loud enough for a certain Rakshasa hear. Unfortunately for them, she was already standing behind them. “If you set another one of my machines on fire, you'll feel the same pain.” Came a barely audible hiss though the message and the threat were there. Dressed in her usually hooded jumper that fell just above her knees, Helishun's onyx eyes stared up at the collection of humans. Though short in stature, the Rakshasa certainly made up for it in presence and reputation. Her threats were never unfounded, she had been known in the past to set members on fire. Not to fatally wound them, of course, just to scare them which she more often than not succeeded in.

Amateurs ruining rare and limited supplies, rookies wasting precious ammunition – all were key factors in whittling down Helishun's patience. When she had agreed to tutor and pass on her knowledge members of the resistance, she had not expected to be left with the bottom of the barrel. Another to add to her list of reasons of hatred against their 'fearless leader'. That man loved to test her limits and was severely punished quite painfully each time. As the group bombarded her with apologies and compliments (attempts at wooing her and lowering their punishments), Helishun simply glared at the group until they finally got the message and filtered away. The woman stayed motionless for only a few moments more, surveying the damage caused and counting the empty shells that littered the floor. Together with the time the humans had taken practising, she was somewhat comforted they had at least been listening to some of her rules. A few people called her tough, she called herself efficient. They were in a harsh situation and every resource was precious. If she had to bash a few heads to have her point acknowledged, so be it.

And then came another explosion.

At first, she assumed the wasteful humans were still trying to practice in secret but as soon at the ground beneath her feet began to rumble and screams filled the air, Helishun knew what was happening. Turning on her heels and weaving through the mass of objects, the fur on the back of her neck stood on end as the bloodied corpses of those she had been with moments before stained the floor. Her knees shook briefly as she appeared rooted to the spot but as her eyes connected with the eyes of one of the attacks, her expression hardened and she quickly sunk back the way she can, the attackers following within moments. The elite soliders were fast but Helishun's agility was second to none, manoeuvring around the stacks of mechanics and tools with ease. As she turned a corner, the enemies had traced her steps a few seconds later. A few seconds more and they were sent hurtling through the air, colliding painfully on the walls of metal surrounding the paths, the force causing the wall to topple onto the elites, crushing them instantly. Helishun took a slow and deep breath, the dull 'thunk' of a heavy mechanical arm resting against the ground again. Although it pained her to see her beloved technology used in such a primitive way, there was no other way. As darkened blood began to seep through the gaps of her machines, the Rakshasa gave a low growl before climbing a still intact wall of technology.

Once she reached the top of the pile, she was greeted with a horrific sight. The mass of corpses did not bother her as much as it should have, the fact that her precious machines were being torn apart and crushed with each passing second really tugged at her heartstrings - and the last of her remaining patience. With one arm used as balance, Helishun began heaving large chunks of metal at the attackers, some making contact while others simply made the enemies stop for brief moments. Anything to stall them as people made their escape, she did care somewhat for the people who worked with her. They brought her new toys to play with. As the elites finally found the source of the flying machines, bullets from all directions bombarded the woman, forcing her to crouch and shield herself behind the giant arms. As they targeted her, Helishun watched as those from her side made their escapes, half content that they managed to escape, half infuriated that they did not stop to help. All common sense told them to run and yet the Rakshasa wanted nothing more than to pummel those that ran. Staying to fight was suicide, she knew that, but she might have liked them a little more if they died trying to assist her. Through the barrage of bullets, Helishun's darkened eyes caught glimpse of her most hated leader, attempting to flee whilst conversing with two other resistance members. Something inside the tiny feline snapped.

The dance of bullets lessened slightly as many of the enemy had to reload, giving the woman time to move. One arm still clinging to the wall, her form flipped over to one side, mechanical claw still holding onto the edge as the other continued to shield her from those still shooting. Kicking off from the wall, it began to topple over, once against crushing members of the enemy as she darted off in the opposite direction. It was chaos, pure chaos. As the Rakshasa continue to evade the bullets and swat any elite foolish enough to step in front ofher aside, she caught sight of one person she did not want to see, especially as he was supposedly meant to be one of the first to escape. Fang bared and her expression livid, Helishun was quick to change direction and chase after him. "Stop standing still and ******** chatting! If you're so ready to die, you should've told me sooner!" She screamed at the leader (and Annelise after she noticed her), saliva and malice escaping her mouth as she barked at them. She charged at them, one arm helping to move swiftly across the floor, the other was held out to the side, just wide enough to catch both Jack and Annelise as she ran, possibly dragging them along with her and towards one of the last remaining exits out of the base. Saving Jack was not her full intention. Since there was a strong chance in the lot of them dying that day, she at least wanted to get one last punch on the man before they died.



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Those who had gathered in the Queen's presence remained silence as she spoke, all either staring intently at the majestic woman or, like Trixana, keeping their gaze away from the woman's steely glare. Keeping eye contact was never a speciality of the petite brunette's. She knew how easily eyes could betray a person, even someone as composed and quiet as herself. There was very little she had hidden away compared to the rest of her family, her only true baggage being the death of her father which, thankfully, was known only by a few others. She was unsure that even her newly appointed partner was aware of the events that transpired within the Vayshaal family home. This, however, suited her just fine. One less item to talk about on their extended mission, not that she expected to speak much to the man anyway. The two only spoke to each other when their Queen was in need of their services and even with their lack of a sociable relationship, the pair knew each other well enough to work well together – most likely the main reason their majesty had chosen the two to work together. Of all the Drachen within the Queen's court, Faust and Trixana seemed to be the one's with the least conflicting personalities. Briefly lifting her spared gaze from the floor, the brunette caught the man's gaze, wide amber eyes staring unblinkingly before returning to the ground. Silent and mutual consent to the partnership.

With their roles revised and their missions accepted, the gathering dispersed, leaving the partners to stand side by side for a short while, their silence clinging to them like the damp clung to the palace walls. Trixana cared little for the living arrangements the Drachen had been forced to dwell within. She had lived in caves and water for the entirety of her life and thus felt little rage towards those of Gael. Though, of course, it was because she was able to live such a comfortable life with her fellow Drachen, she held no distaste for her own kind and therefore they held her loyalty indefinitely, regardless of the occasional abuse she received from those who blamed her family for their situation. Testing the extent of her abilities, both with and without magic, was also appealing so no disagreement came from the woman. Eventually, Faust spoke, bringing Trixana from her mild trance and causing her to look intently up at the man, fingers entwined beneath the folds of her dress. “I was going to suggest something similar.” The woman answered simply, nodding her head once in agreement, feeling somewhat reassured of their partnership. Two sound minds and critical thinkers would get this mission completed with little or no trouble. She might have mentioned to phrase 'great minds think alike' but this was not the time for any endearment. They were off to war. “I shall pray for our success and good fortune.” She added in an almost sinister tone, the idea of any 'Gods' smiling upon was seemingly amusing to the Drachen female. She was unsure whether the man would share her sense of humour nor did she have time to find out as he seemed distracted, causing the woman to lift an eyebrow in concern. It was no secret that Faust was much older than most of their kind, the reason behind his longevity was lost on Trixana nor did she have any reason to question. She did, however, question if the man was stable within his own mind at times. The air around the man had tensed so quickly and with little reason. Regardless, he had shown nothing to endanger those he served or worked with and thus Trixana did not care.

“With the rebel numbers dwindling but their morale boosted after their successful royal assassination, I'm going to assume that they will be accepting more into their ranks with little question.” She decided to muse aloud, already weaving a story in the back of her mind, hoping to bring the man from his unusual daydream. “Well .. I can hope they are that hasty. Don't worry. I shan't underestimate.” She added quickly, even managing a quiet chuckle, glancing sideways towards Faust. Able to force back a sigh as the man continued to appear wary, the woman began walking at a slow pace, raising a hand to her shoulder as the raven perched there pecked affectionately at her fingers, Trixana's gaze fixed on the path ahead as she continued planning both the journey and methods of collecting information. Sending what information they gathered was a simple enough task, her faithful raven was an adept messenger. Acquiring the information on the Rebels was a much more difficult mission entirely. They knew their location thanks to their spies, getting there was their first priority. Even then came the task of gaining the trust of the Rebels, gaining access to leaders and commanders, then moving onto their quarters and plans of attack. That or there was the option of using her familiar to both scout the Rebel base and using the same bird to steal anything of worth – anything could work to their favour. Finally lowering her hand to her side again once they arrived at the palace entrance, the woman stared at the waters edge without sparing at look back at the warrior.

“I doubt you'll have any trouble recognizing me.” With that said, she dove head first into the water, disappearing from view.


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[Ritzo]

Name: Trixana Vayshaal
Allegiance: Drachen
Occupation: First Advisor
Age: Twenty - five
Puppet Master: Ritzo

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↘ Biography
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Nobility outside of the royal family is always a rarity, especially within the Drachen. Members of the Vayshaal family have long since been close to the royal family, working as servants, guards and even advisors - it was due to actions and blunders under their advice that Drachen were initially found out and banished from Gael. Naturally, this put the Vayshaal family in a dark light to many of their kind, all but a few putting the entirety of the blame on their shoulders. Regardless of this, their talents in the magics that forced their banishment were second only to those of the royal family and they were more than happy to pass on their knowledge to others, steadily regaining face in their peoples eyes. All desendants of the family hold some desire to assist their kind, most of all their leaders, a trait that was passed onto the youngest siblings of the Vayshaal family - Valeen and Trixana.

The sisters were highly competitive, always trying to best the other in some way. At first, it was learning spells faster than the other sibling but when one had learnt something, so had the other. Next it was besting the other sister in combat though the matches seemed to always end in a draw. The pair were seemingly equal in every way, regardless of their contrasting appearances. This fact enraged Valeen, especially when Trixana appeared unphased by their similarities in skill. Unknowing to Valeen, she had been training in secret, honing her magic and fighting skill under the watchful eye of their father. He had always favored Trixana's calm composure over Valeen's raging instincts though never voiced his opinion to her - their family seemed to dwell amoungst secrets. Like members of their family before them, Trixana and her fathers secret training sessions were found out by Valeen, enraging the woman to breaking point. She lashed out and attacked their father, managing to draw blood but not wound him deeply or kill him due to a shadowy hand clutching her throat.

Arm extended with said shadows coming from her fingertips, Trixana stood with a look of amusement on her usually stoic features. One swift movement later and Valeen was thrown away from the father, the cast moving to stand in front of the man, bowing her head in mock respect. If anything was to push the enraged woman further, this was it and so the pair battled, their father watching to the side, occasionally calling out commands to the favorite daughter. As Valeen's anger reached its peak, so did her power. Up until that point, Trixana was content with toying with her but as nothing new came from her sister, the entertainment dried up quickly - Valeen noticed this. In one final bid to be rid of her patronizing sister, she threw her weapon in hopes of tearing that smug head from her shoulders. One simple evasion and a mixture of spells and Valeen was on the ground shrieking in pain, her legs torn from her body. The sound of her screams flooding the area stirred something within her, doing more than unsettling her - she felt guilt. Her screams were soon drowned out by their fathers laughter, only to have the sound stifled once his neck snapped, Trixana's arm extended once more. He was of no use now that she had learned everything from him - why have two people of equal strength around? It was pointless. Eventually one would want to overpower the other and conflict would arise, as it did then.

Much to her sisters distress and anger, Trixana returned Valeen to their home and announced she would tend to her wounds, eventually replacing her lost limbs. Regardless of what had transpired, she still loved her family, even with all their secrets and backstabbing. Father had wanted to kill Valeen to silence her interuptions and embarassing behaviour but Trixana did not want that. It was her sisters enthusiasm that spurred her to become better though she would hold these secrets from her, letting Valeen believe that she a sadistic sister, keeping her alive for her own enjoyment. "Let Valeen believe what she wants," Trixana thought, "as long as she is with me." Eventually news of what had transpired within the family reached the ears of the queen and Trixana was ordered to take audience with her. Her lineage known and her powers demonstrated, she was asked to be the queen's advisor, a title she took with open arms.




↻ Motives
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Like many other of her family once were, Trixana's only desire is to assist the Drachen people in what way she can. Her loyalty to the queen is unrivaled, willing to put her very being in harms way to fufil her desires.




↪ The People Closest
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Many would argue that Trixana loves this bird more than she does/did her family - she would not disagree. It is unusual to see her without her raven and she uses said bird for a lot of her spells. The bird previously belonged to her father.



Her elder sister, Valeen Vayshaal. Regardless of their fight, she still loves her dearly in a strange, twisted way. Even though Valeen attempts to kill Trixana every time she visits, she still takes time from busy schedule to see her recovering sibling. She is alive but mostly immobile.



Her father never diclosed his real name with Trixana, even those who visited only called him by formal titles. 'Father' secretly tutored her in magic and battle though was killed by her hand, making her and her sister the last of her family.




↷ What you should be wary of
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Trixana's small form and dainty appearance make her seem more like a normal human than her Drachen allies. She may stand out in a crowd of Drachen but amoungst humans, there is little to tell her apart from them. Both useful and dangerous, acts of deception could possibly used against those of Gael. Her tiny frame lack physical strength though she makes up for this with speed and reflexes, mixed with her preffered magic she is incredibly difficult to catch or land a hit on. Those that get past her magics still have to deal with her twin shortswords.

Trixana's magic revolves mainly around shadow-like limbs and shadows in general. From her hands, she can create tendrils that can extend up to fifteen meters and split numerously to create more. The shadows appear etheral though are as strong as steel so can also be used to shield herself if the need arises. The strength of said shadows in terms of power are not related to Trixana's physical strength - she is rather weak herself. Another skill of hers is the ability to create explosions. Her eyes are also rather special. Using the same concept as her explosion magic, Trixana can chose to create another 'eye' on a place she has touched, giving her imediate vison of that area.

Her raven is not a natural bird. Born of the same shadow magic passed down from her father, the raven is bound to Trixana's will and seemingly cannot be killed unless the master is. Upon her fathers death, the raven became motionless until Trixana revived the bird, taking it 'under her wing'. The bird is protected by the same shadows the woman uses so is rather hardy and is protected by the explosion magic Trixana uses, making it a great airbourne bomb. Her sight magic is also used with the bird, making it a great spy too. Another unique ability of hers is to make her pet raven explode on will - the ferocity of the explosion is up to her though is not able to kill a person. Blowing up doors and some walls, however, is possible.




↳ My Weaknesses
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As mentioned before, Trixana is physically weak, unable to lift heavy objects or move certain items without the help of her magic. Her explosion magic is highly dangerous to even her allies if her concentration is not all there. Unstable areas are prone to collapsing with said magic. Danger towards her sister or threats towards her can both invoke her wrath but also make her lose her concentration.




↯ Fun Facts
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↪ Trixana is an amazing fisher thanks to her magic though is not very good when it comes to sharing.

↪ She detests anything that binds her legs so trousers, shorts, socks and shoes are all a big no-no. Even her dress barely covers anything below the waist. Due to many complaints and an order from her queen, she now wears underwear at the very least.



【Ritzo】