Full Name: Naexi of House Xyrwynn
Name: Naexi
Surname(s): Xyrwynn
Age: 65
Title(s): Mercenary/Outcast
Nickname(s): Shroud
Sex: F
Appearance: A bluish-gray elf with white splotches adorning her arms, chest, neck, face, and goblinoid ears. She has short shock-white hair, reddish pink irises, a small button nose, thick lips, and a thin jaw. She is 5'9" in boots, though shorter than that outside of uniform. Despite her defining and exotic characteristics, her smaller relative size aids in her stealth and infiltration abilities.
Magic Affinity: Weak Lunamancy/Illusions
Strengths: +++Stealth, ++Tracking, ++Infiltrating, +Disabling Traps, +Poison Usage, +Free Climbing
Weaknesses: ---Indecisive, --Fragile, --Lone Wolf Mindset, -Marked with a brand/wanted criminal, -Hubris, -Drawn to Power
Biography: I was born a child of a seafaring guild, made up of mostly elves. As the potentially weakest and most unimpressive runt among my siblings, I was always fighting for scraps, trying to make due with what little attention and resources I was given. However, it wasn't enough for me to be the last one on anyone's mind, and never having enough. I understood resources were valuable and had to be distributed according to how valuable everyone is to the guild. But I found a way around that by stealing food and little treasure when no one was looking, or so I hoped.
I was cast out of the guild and my House's ship after getting caught, ending up a slave until I was able to escape that fate too. I wandered aimlessly for a while, eventually giving in to the ongoing conflicts and need for mercenaries, though I never had fought much. Killing seemed simple enough, however, as long as you catch them when their back is turned, or shank them in their sleep. I began to pay attention to the rumors surrounding the wars of both past and present, as well as the key players involved on each side.
I began looking for work as a mercenary or spy, or whatever I could find to make enough to survive after many frivolous adventures in my 50s, now it was time to finally grow up and make a name for myself. After some time experimenting and honing my natural abilities as an illusionist, I began using the moniker "Shroud" to distance myself from my troubled heritage, and attempted to rebuild my image.
Name: Naexi
Surname(s): Xyrwynn
Age: 65
Title(s): Mercenary/Outcast
Nickname(s): Shroud
Sex: F
Appearance: A bluish-gray elf with white splotches adorning her arms, chest, neck, face, and goblinoid ears. She has short shock-white hair, reddish pink irises, a small button nose, thick lips, and a thin jaw. She is 5'9" in boots, though shorter than that outside of uniform. Despite her defining and exotic characteristics, her smaller relative size aids in her stealth and infiltration abilities.
Magic Affinity: Weak Lunamancy/Illusions
Strengths: +++Stealth, ++Tracking, ++Infiltrating, +Disabling Traps, +Poison Usage, +Free Climbing
Weaknesses: ---Indecisive, --Fragile, --Lone Wolf Mindset, -Marked with a brand/wanted criminal, -Hubris, -Drawn to Power
Biography: I was born a child of a seafaring guild, made up of mostly elves. As the potentially weakest and most unimpressive runt among my siblings, I was always fighting for scraps, trying to make due with what little attention and resources I was given. However, it wasn't enough for me to be the last one on anyone's mind, and never having enough. I understood resources were valuable and had to be distributed according to how valuable everyone is to the guild. But I found a way around that by stealing food and little treasure when no one was looking, or so I hoped.
I was cast out of the guild and my House's ship after getting caught, ending up a slave until I was able to escape that fate too. I wandered aimlessly for a while, eventually giving in to the ongoing conflicts and need for mercenaries, though I never had fought much. Killing seemed simple enough, however, as long as you catch them when their back is turned, or shank them in their sleep. I began to pay attention to the rumors surrounding the wars of both past and present, as well as the key players involved on each side.
I began looking for work as a mercenary or spy, or whatever I could find to make enough to survive after many frivolous adventures in my 50s, now it was time to finally grow up and make a name for myself. After some time experimenting and honing my natural abilities as an illusionist, I began using the moniker "Shroud" to distance myself from my troubled heritage, and attempted to rebuild my image.
