Olixandre Blaque
■ RACE & CLAN... Hyur. One part Highland, three parts Midland. Traces of Keeper. ■ GENDER... Female ■ AGE... Twenty ■ NAMEDAY... 22nd Sun, 4th Umbral Moon. ■ ORIENTATION... Demisexual |
■ BIRTHPLACE... Somewhere on the Rhotano sea. ■ RESIDENCE... Wandering. Currently, The Collective Headquarters ■ OCCUPATION... Witch ■ PATRON DEITY... *** ■ HEIGHT & WEIGHT... 5 Fulms, 120 Ponze ■ ALIGNMENT... Chaotic Neutral [1]. |
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Basic Information . General Information  Olixandre Blaque (Pronunciation: ah-lix-ahn-drih black-), 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. She is always, always, in the company of a small silver-gray rat whose fur has a shine that almost looks magical in the right light. 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, flopping ears, and sharp eyes.
Appearance 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 is slightly curvier and wider-set than most midlander women—a highland trait. 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 most of her fellow Limsans. It is a warm alto; not exactly soft, but 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. Olix’s 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 her appear less like a little girl. She has her mother's eyes--a strikingly bright and cool gray with flecks of silver that, set against the warm complexion of her skin, are perhaps the most noticeable of her features.
Personality Olix comes off as distant and blunt upon first impression. She is easily distracted but easily entertained. Her aloofness could be blamed in part by her sheltered upbringing. She is slow to pick up on the nuances of social queues, and she has a habit of pointing out what may be obvious to most. "You are angry," she'd observe if the person she accidentally managed to frustrate provided a subtle tell of their frustration, like a heavy sigh or a slight eye roll. --an obvious queue to most, but not Oli. The combination of her social naivete and her appearance would make her come off as innocent and dewy, but she consciously goes to extensive lengths to prevent that impression. She suffers from a rather intense inferiority complex, making her defensive and competitive. Her temper is short, but she rarely (if ever) resorts to violence. Her size and mild case of naivete have nothing to do with her skill as a combatant. While she is very much green compared to the mercenaries and footsoldiers of the cities, she is relatively talented for one her age. Having grown up in the shadow of one of the areas most well known witches, magic and alchemy is second nature to her. While the teachings of her father and, later, her uncle helped her learn her way around knives and daggers, she is far from proficient in melee combat. Because of that training, however, she is most comfortable casting with her hands. She focuses her aether into hand-pieces of her own haphazard invention, allowing her to cast quickly and naturally. She has relatively good aim and is quick on her feet, able to think well under pressure.
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