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[b]Full Name[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Lexann Stormbrew[/COLOR]
[b]Age[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - 24[/COLOR]
[B]Gender[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - F[/COLOR]
[b]Vocation[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Sentinel[/COLOR]
[b]Country[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Ldrant[/color][/color][/SUP]
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[sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]Plucky[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]The rookie in her is yet to die. Lexann is optimistic in the fight against the void, confident in humanity's resilience--or at least Ldrant's. Especially as a hunter, she doesn't back down from a challenge. Losses here and there don't dissuade her confidence, and she celebrates wins to the fullest. Pessimistic words roll off her like water droplets, often unacknowledged as if they've gone through one ear and out the other. Needless to say, Lexann is difficult to rattle. Her determination offers stability and morale to those who seek it.[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SILVER][b]Boisterous[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]Just below the surface of her skin, embers constantly burn from the inside out. The flames would consume her mind if she dared dwell for too long. The quiet is violent. So the extrovert seeks relief from the flames in the world and people around her. Bubbly and bold, Lexann isn't shy about striking up a conversation with anyone who will tolerate her babbling. She doesn't think twice about her place in the world: she laughs loudly, takes up space, clasps others' hands in greeting.  She's energetic, carefree.[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SILVER][b]Simple[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]While Lexann isn't the most intellectual or deep, she is surprisingly level headed. Simplicity becomes her strength under pressure: there is no need to get caught up in the past, future, if, buts, or whats. She doesn't easily get dragged down by negative emotions as they are far too fleeting to run deep. She simply accepts what she perceives and acts on it. She lives fully in the moment, adaptable, and rolls with the punches. Her willingness to accept things as they seem can clearly be a strength, but it also makes her prone to trickery. [/COLOR][/COLOR]
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[sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]Pick on Someone Your Own Size[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]Lexann has the power to meet the strength and speed of an opponent. If they're too fast for her to normally keep up with, her ember burns hotter to help her move quicker. On the rare occasion she can't outmatch someone else's strength, her soul brightens and in turn enhances her muscles--they may even grow in size to combat the other. 

However, there is a catch: for her gift to activate, she must be acting to protect someone else. If she's fighting for herself, she only has her usual strength and speed to act with. [/COLOR][/COLOR]
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[sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]The Forge[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]Gifted to Lexann by her father upon her transformation into a hunter, the Forge is suitable only for a hunter to wield. It was intended to be stuck in the ground while a marksman takes cover behind it, large enough to cover an average sized person and rectangular in shape. However, Lexann's superhuman strength allows her to wield it against danger on a single arm, albeit slowing her down some. It's thick with metal, impossible to penetrate by normal means, and deadly as a blunt weapon.

However, it is not its size nor weight that makes the Forge a forbidden weapon. It is the flames that burn toward the user. The face of the shield, likened to a flattened dragon head, is mostly unassuming save for the ferocious eyes and teeth. But upon equipping the shield, its back opens and plunges into a void of flames. As one uses it, her body burns uncomfortably, like standing too close to a bonfire. And if she was not only brave enough to reach into the fire, but resilient enough to keep her arm as well, she could pull a weapon from its depths at the cost of her skin and blood. 

The Forge seems to take the blood boiled off its user as a sacrifice, merging it with the fire within to make a weapon of [i]its[/i] choice, not hers. The weapon--whatever it may be--emerges as blazing plasma from tip to hilt, cooling slightly in the open air but still scalding against skin. Assuming she can bear the pain, the weapon will serve better than any other weapon due to the burning blade. Once released, whether intentionally or through clumsiness, the flame weapon dissipates and its fire is siphoned back into the Forge. [/COLOR][/COLOR]

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[/cell][cell][b]Physical Description[/b]
[color=#807B84][indent]Nearly 6' in stature, Lexann's taller than most men and women, and her limbs are hard with natural strength enhanced by her transformation into a hunter. Somehow, she often seems even taller--a cool confidence pulls her shoulders and chin up even when she's lounging. Long, peachy hair is a sharp contrast to the Ldrantian warrior's build. Often it's styled into two separate tails, but the occasional braids or buns aren't unheard of for Lexann. Bangs fall to her bright, sea green eyes--like a cat's, they're wide and interested in the world. Watchful, but easily distracted. And while her face is young, free of blemish from stress or age, her clothing hides various scars earned in combat (and clumsiness). 

Her clothing of choice, while comfortable first and foremost, is often colorful. Eye-catching, she doesn't mind standing out in a crowd and welcomes attention--even on a battlefield. Fortune favors the bold.
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[b]Character Conceptualization[/b]
[color=#807B84][indent]Lexann was born among many siblings and half-siblings, her father a once renowned warrior in Ldrant and first of the name Stormbrew. After fighting for the glory of Ldrant, the next best thing a man could do is provide more foot soldiers. Stormbrew offspring are infamous, even in Ldrant--swords and spears in their hands as soon as they can grasp, dominating friendly competitions, and merciless in the unfriendly sorts. Perhaps it is thanks to the void that Stormbrew cultivated such an army, as surviving mortal enemies certainly don't call for such rigorous child rearing. 

Needless to say, Lexann's strength was tested daily for as long as she could remember. Teachers were impatient, cruel, and had high expectations that few could meet. Her father was distant, cold--he had more children than he could keep track of. What was the point of getting attached? And when one might think that she could look to an older brother or sister for support, she could not. Older siblings were the biggest bullies, and those the same age as her were unfriendly rivals. The blood between seemed to mean little. "Family" was a word hardly uttered among these kids who shared a name.

While it was isolating, Lexann learned quickly that she could do and take as she liked so long as she was stronger than the other guy. She liked her sister's doll, so she fought for it. Her brother earned a war horse, so she took it for her own--he was too short to ride it anyhow. While she didn't always come out on top, she welcomed new opportunities. And in her strength and victories, her pride and confidence grew. Her growth spurt came in her teens and older siblings weren't always bigger or faster or stronger. The younger siblings became prey far too easy for to push around, so she didn't bother. In fact, pity occasional swelled in her physically large heart and she stepped in if the odds were too unfair for the younguns. So, despite her strength, she's known for her softness among the Stormbrews--enough to earn a disapproving frown from her father. 

The time came for Lexann to take up the sword outside of competitions and war games. While she wasn't the best educated, she knew enough to take pride in her country and its exploits in the pre-void era. She wanted a taste of that glory, to stand out against her dozens of siblings and thousands of countrymen. Surviving against the void on the front lines was certainly one way to earn renown-- but suicide for a mere mortal, no matter how strong she was. Well, people have fought against the void since before she was born so surely there was something she could do.

A smarter person may have turned to books or scholars for answers, but Lexann wasn't type the type to think ahead. She simply acted: she journeyed to the great walls, where pyromancers worked around the clock protecting civilization against the void by fueling hearthfires. Pyromancers had become a rarity in her neck of the woods, their duty calling them out of city centers; so she was delighted to meet and converse with them. And her first disappointment was learning pyromancy was not something she could simply learn. However, she wasn't one to dwell so she sought out work against the void anyway. Hunters were yet to exist. 

For over a year, she was a scout against the void and the occasional mortal threat. She spent much of her time outside walls and hearthfires, returning to their safety to report sightings to pyromancers who would handle the real work. Although it was exciting at first, enlightening and horrifying, to see the void firsthand and survive, Lexann could still only standby when it reared its ugly head at humanity. What she did was good work, but it wasn't satisfying-- it wasn't enough.

Enter the hunters. Although they were being manufactured, existing in the world, word of their existence had not yet graced Lexann's ears. And just like humans were learning and evolving to survive, so was the void. While Lexann's small party of scouts had always spotted signs of the void first, that night the void found them. For the first time in her life, true fear took hold of Lexann-- There was nothing she could do but run, run away from the void and toward the flames of safety. While duty was important--warning the pyromancers of the threat--it was only self preservation that pushed her on as others died around her. She was surely next--

Somehow, she was still standing. And between the void and Lexann were narrow shoulders and average frame--smaller than herself, but somehow leagues stronger. The figure pushed back the void and instead of running, lunged after it with murderous intent... 

That night, Lexann was saved by hunters--humanity's real chance against the void. It inspired her. Ignoring warnings and throwing caution to the wind, she joined their ranks.  
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