Olixandre Blaque
 Olixandre Blaque
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| Gender | Female |
| Race | Hyur |
| Clan | Midlander |
| Citizenship | Limsa Lominsa |
| Age | Late teens, early twenties |
| Occupation | Witch |
| Sexual Orientation | Heterosexual |
| Height | 5'2 |
| Aliases | Olix, Oli, O |
Basic Info
Olix was born Olixandre Philyx Yfedra Noxima Blaque to a hermit of a witch and a bastard of a sailor under a stormy Umbral moon. A brilliant woman for her age and beyond, she tends to come off as aloof and distracted on her best days. She is a woman who grew up entirely too fast, however well she hides the scars of her heavy and complicated history. Now, she wanders Eorzea on a mission she seldom explains and is rarely asked to. Having been born and raised on the shores of La Nosca in the shadow of her mother, she escaped the weight of her name in the sands of Thanalan. Now, when she isn't floating from sandy region to sandy region, she can often be found offering potions (and poisons) to sell along with charmed talismans. If asked about their origin, she responds with 'I know a guy.'
A stranger to Thanalan, she is slow to pick up on the nuances of the political scene, but she realizes it is an important aspect to Ul'Dahn culture. She listens when she can, but is otherwise uninterested in the goings on. She is always, always, in the company of a small silver-gray rat with a shine that almost looks magical in the night. There is an intelligence behind its eyes that are also strangely similar to Olixandre's. It is impeccably nosy and nearly as cute, if not a bit off putting with its too-long tail and flopping ears.
Olix has a heart-shaped face with high cheekbones and full cheeks. Despite her having been born and raised in La Nosca, she looks to have Thanalan in her blood. Her complexion is warm, dusted with freckles at her shoulders and across her nose. Her curly, chestnut-brown hair grows rapidly but is cut to linger just below her jawline. It is a decision based on functionality, not aesthetics, although her short hair does help show her age. She has her mother's eyes--a striking gray with flecks of silver that, set against the warm complexion of her skin, are perhaps the most noticeable of her features. Try as she might to hide it by standing with her shoulders back and chin up when speaking to nearly anyone over half a head taller than her, Olix is quite short. Her body, however, is slightly curvier than most midlander women. What curves she does have are often masked by roomy fabrics and thick leathers. Olix has the typical La Noscan accent, thick with sea and wanderlust, but it isn't harsh or brash like her fellow Limsans. It is a warm alto. While not exactly soft, her voice does have a friendly quality to it. It cracks when she is excited and angered both. An accomplished alchemist (at least according to the streets, as she is very much unlicensed), she carries the sent of herbs and fresh air. She also tends to keep sage on her person, which adds to her earthy and natural scent.
