[center][h3][color=7bcdc8]Alexia[/color][/h3][/center]

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[center][sub]5' foot 7' inches[/sub][/center]
[center][sub]118 Ibs[/sub][/center]
[indent][b]Age:[/b] [color=7bcdc8]Twenty-Seven[/color][/indent]

[indent][b]Gender:[/b] [color=7bcdc8]Female[/color][/indent]

[indent][b]Personality:[/b] [color=7bcdc8]Forged from the fires of insidious creation, dusted with the ash of what little remains of her former, and meek self, Alexia is a strong-willed and powerful woman. The taint of the crag's magic transformed her, almost completely shifting her character. Playing with the hearts of those she can use, molding them like clay in her hands. Her time in Meidiba is normally spent conning things off of merchants, flowing through the crowds of those like her like a stream of water, too fluid to be seen - noticed only when she bats her lashes. Alexia is proud, and carries herself with a strong resolve, a fiery depth in her amber eyes. Not known to be entirely trustworthy, considering her line of work..[/color]  [/indent]

[indent][b]History:[/b] [i][color=7bcdc8]Alexia traversed lands vast and wild, though nothing in her travels could prepare her for what lay in wait - a hungry beast with a heart of pure black, never filled despite the souls it devoured. She would find herself trapped in the belly of the beast, never to resurface. Hearing tales of the crag, young Alexia, a shaman in the making, headed off to uncover the mysteries surrounding the veil of darkness that shrouded itself over the split that spread apart their world.[/color][/i][/indent]

[indent][i][color=7bcdc8]The horse she borrowed from the cluster whinnied below her, it's steps getting progressively heavier, ears tilted back. Something was wrong. She could feel it in the air, engulfing her slowly, bathing her in warning. 'Turn back', it said, 'There is naught but despair on this path you take.' Yet, she pressed forward, heart purged by curiosity and the whispers promising that she would be the first to undertake the magic, to embrace it so closely. The shroud of darkness lay just ahead, hiding the crevice within from prying eyes, the magic was plainly visible, hovering in the air and shimmering, hiding the taint with a welcoming burst of warmth. Just before crossing through the veil of magic, the white horse she was riding bucked, lifting her high off of it's back and onto the muddy floor below, still wet from last nights storm. Landing with a thud that knocked all of the wind from her lungs, Alexia watched helplessly as her horse ran from the shroud of magic - from her.[/color][/i][/indent]

[indent][i][color=7bcdc8]Taking a deep breath and wiping her face of mud splatters, Alexia shakily rose on her legs, light blue eyes searching the area for any sign of the white coat of her horse. She searched to no avail, not trace of her horse remained beside the hoof-prints left behind in the mud, already leading far off. Pursing her lips, the young healer turned back to the seemingly thicker blanket of magic, raising a brow at it with ample curiosity. Lifting a hand, she placed her palm flat against the veil, closing her eyes as a flood of warmth flushed over her skin, listening as the whispers claimed her mind. Her hand pressed further, passing through the magic was like pushing through water, a slow process, but refreshing. The whispers grew louder, egging her on, pushing her forward. The magic took it's time, seeping into her, swirling around her. It was everywhere, even in her head. The change was almost instantaneous. The mass of magic taking over, molding itself to her, flowing through her veins and swallowing her whole. She pushed against the mass of water-thick magic, tears streaking her face, "Please, let me go!" She screamed into the abyss while falling, always falling farther and farther. There was no exit, no white horse, no light. It wanted her, to feed from her magic. Or, so she thought. The whispers calmed, slowing until they became nothing more than a dull hum of memory, ringing in her ears. The pressure of the warm magic was gone, she could see the woods once more, the density of the forest a welcome comfort. Turning around, she noted that she was once again on the other side of the veil, she closed her eyes, quickly backing away from the tug of magic, shutting out the start of whispers.[/color][/i][/indent]

[indent][i][color=7bcdc8]She had followed her horses tracks all the way back to Meidiba, taking refuge in the dark town until she could send word to her cluster. Deciding to wait a day, to let the shock wear off, Alexia took what little gold she had packed away with her, thankfully she'd decided to carry that, and not put her coin purse on that horse as well. She'd managed to barter with the innkeeper about the price of her stay, if only by a few coins, and was sent to her room with a gilded key. After cleaning herself off, she traded her muddy dress for a new sky blue one, soft and easy to maneuver in. Once she had settled, Alexia laid back onto the hard bed, closing her eyes and hoping to find sleep. An immense warmth began to overtake her body, whispers calling to her amidst the dark of her room. She gasped, feeling a familiar pressure against her body, slowly beginning to overtake her. The whispers roared in her head, confirming her fears, that the magic had become a part of her. The brunette could feel herself slipping, falling ever more into the inescapable abyss, letting the whispers grow into shouts, kindling the warmth into a burning fire that raged within her. It didn't take long for her to fall completely into the darkness.[/color][/i][/indent]

[indent][i][color=7bcdc8]Waking with a start, Alexia sat up from where she had collapsed onto the ground, her brows raising at the dull glow reflecting off of the wooden floor. Averting her gaze down, she looked at her hands, tears forming in her eyes. Her hands, they were discolored, tainted into a purplish haze, like the tips of a freshly lit flame. Letting her eyes travel up her arms, tinted a deep red, the colors would be comforting, if they didn't belong to her body. Wasting no time, she rushed off to the restroom, careful not to wake or disturb anyone - hard as it was, considering she was glowing like wall torch. Moving was increasingly hard however, as her head had something on it, something she'd tried to remove along the way, but with no luck. Entering the bathroom, she moved to light the lamp beside her, only to jump back in surprise as the lamp began to light the room, lit with a flame. Though, what truly surprised her, wasn't the lamp at all. It was herself. Mouth agape, the tears that had been brimming in her now glowing red eyes streamed down her cheeks. She was a monster, magic rippling around her skin, horns upon her head and eyes aglow. The whispers started to speak once more, this time sounding similar to her own voice, a reassuring presence in her mind. Her warmth grew, and the tears turned into steam, drifting into the air around her, swirling beside the purple bursts of magic. A knock at the door interrupted the whispers, [b]"Are you all right in there, lass?"[/b] The innkeeper.[/color][/i][/indent]

[indent][indent][i][color=7bcdc8]Turning her head away from the door and back to the mirror, Alexia took herself in, her eyes burning darkly. "Oh yes, dear. I'm fine." A smile stretched it's way across her face, "I'm[/color][/i] [b][color=8882be]perfect[/color][/b][i][color=7bcdc8]."[/color][/i][/indent][/indent]

[h2]Abilities:[/h2] 

[b]Human[/b]
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[*]Skilled in persuasion, she can be quite the diplomat, dominating the verbal battlefield.
[*]A gifted Pyromancer, she is able to create and manipulate fire. 
[*]Her time in the cluster provided her with knowledge of plants with toxic, and healing properties. 
[*]Minimal hand to hand combat experience.
[*]Influence within Meidiba's merchant place.
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[b]Magical Entity[/b]
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[*]Enhanced pyromancy. 
[*]Able to plant subconscious suggestions in the mind of hostiles.
[*]Agile, though strength is greatly reduced.
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[b]Anything Extra:[/b] [url=https://m.soundcloud.com/manicanparty/6-farewell]Theme[/url]