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Name: Xanara Quino
Age: 17
Appearance: Xanara is a tall young woman with the long limbs of a dancer. While her body is long and lean her face has that fullness that is often described as a 'baby face' though she would call it just a bit full. Her skin is the color of mocha, clearly hailing from one of the islands in the tropical west. 

Favoring the clothing from her homeland, a silk like material derived from a local plant, he enjoys bright fabrics with short skirts and exposed midriff. She also enjoy fine jewelry from her homeland. If not for the quality of what she wears she could be any street performer. And, to many, she looks like just that. 

Strength - C
Speed - C
Precision - A
Endurance - B
Control - D

   While Xamara's willpower is strong, her powers are deeply rooted in her emotions and subconscious. at this point. While she has the conscious ability to activate her powers they tend to go wrong if she tries bigger things. They also tend to manifest without her wishing them to on any conscious level.

Spellcasting Class - Psychic

Specialization - Temporal and Spatial Manipulation/Distortion

The Impossible Dance - Using her control of time to affect only herself, Xamara can slow down and speed up her own time frame allowing for dance moves (and others, possibly) that would otherwise be impossible in real time. Spins so fast they blur, flips that take tens of seconds to complete as though they defy gravity for a time. Things like that. 

No Touching - Sometimes fans get a little...handsy. In more of a subconscious effect, Xamara can just be somewhere else at that moment. Or, perhaps a hand moves from her rear to her front without moving through the intervening space. 

Shit, I'm Late - A power Xamara has very little control over but happens far too often for her taste. Sometimes it's useful, others it's very much not. When she is stressed about being late or really wishing to be somewhere Xamara sometimes simply disappears from where she is. This would be great if she arrived on time. But it's usually at least a different hour if not a different day. She once waited a week to rejoin her own timestream. 

Clock...Compass...Map...built in - Xamara always knows when and where she is, even if neither of them were where she planned on being.

Fashion Pendant - Xamara was given this by her father, developed to use her own powers when she left. At home she has an extensive closet and jewelry case. This allows her to swap what she is wearing with other objects accessing her power of space. When an item returns, though, it is de-aged to where it was when it left cleaning it and repairing any damage. She is also able to add new items as she picks things up. 

Portable Orchestra - A small box with a domed grid on top and a slot along the bottom edge. When fed sheet music it can play it. Nobs on the side can adjust the tempo and volume. Unfortunately, it plays without the emotions or fullness of a live, human performance.

Xamara was born far away on a beautiful tropical island of considerable size. The volcanic soil and perfect weather has made the island nation wealthy due to an extensive coffee and cacao trade to the east. As a result many could spend their time indulging in arts, in literature, in luxuries from abroad. 

Xamara's family was mixed. Her father was the eldest of a plantation owner. A Shaman as the first born always were. He married a sculptor from the city, a woman with no known magic to speak of but an amazing charisma that attracted any. She could have had any man but chose a plantation owner who made a cute comment about her art. Xamara did not inherit the magic, though. Her younger sister, though, did. Instead Xamara excelled in dance from a young age and was sent to conservatory in the city. 

Life was amazing. She got to do exactly what she loved almost all day with breaks for a solid, liberal arts, education. At 16 she even became an understudy for the national ballet. 

That was when her life changed. One night, rehearsal ran late and she was taking her long walk back to campus. Then ther ewas a mugging, a random act of violence but Xamara vanished the moment fear took her. Then she found herself, unmoved but in the bright sun. Confused, she walked home. Surprise greeted her, and relief. Soon she found out it had been ten days since that evening and she was thought kidnapped or worse. 

So, then the tests began. What had happened? How dd she do it. She learned some of her nature, but not enough. Some feared her powers, some wanted to foster and use it. Her parents, though, sent her away to a school for exactly her type of ability. One that could teach her to be her own person.
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