Name: Ixia Larkspur ( Ixi, Red, Pixie, Ixapotamus )
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 20 years
Height: 5’ 2”
Weight: 110 lbs.
Appearance: Ixia is a petite and relatively pretty girl, often found with her little nose either high in the air, or deep in a book. She has fiery red hair - streaked with natural gold and bronze - that reaches her mid-back, framing a porcelain face used to a lack of sunshine. Her large, almond-shaped eyes are bright and mischievous, deep stormy blue in color. Her smooth, slightly rounded face ends with a distinguished, strong chin just below plush and pink lips, well-known for protruding into a pout whenever she is in one of her moods.
Personality: “I may be a bitch, but that doesn’t make me a bad person.”
Ixia, almost always, will come off as a snobby little brat. Sheltered and probably spoiled with material goods throughout her childhood, she is used to getting what she wants, when she wants it, and is likely to get huffy when this does not happen. She thinks highly of her own intelligence, and though she is rather gifted, often overestimates her own ability. Lack of ability, however, will not stop her from mouthing off and pushing at anyone who insults her or gets on her nerves. Her personality is fiery and impish, bordering on wild. She often becomes bored very easily, and is always eager to explore new places and get herself into trouble.
Yes, she sounds like a nightmare.
However, it would frequently surprise someone to learn that Ixia is often a girl with her heart in the right place. Though she can be skeptical of people and their intentions, she would almost never sit back and watch anyone be hurt, even if it means throwing herself into something bigger than she can handle. Though it is easy to rub her the wrong way, over and over again she fails to pass petty judgments and is usually more than willing to forgive if a person is willing to deserve it.
Origins: Though she stubbornly refused to elaborate on which plane she originated from, Ixia has often spoken of her parents and home. Her father is a rather wealthy and reputable merchant, married to her mother for her beauty and intelligence. She was raised sheltered and pampered, and was educated from an early age at her motherÂ’s request. With the hopes of marrying her into nobility, IxiaÂ’s mother put her through hours a day of several tutors; learning letters, dancing, etiquette, and all the formalities of the high class world. Though her mother did not much care for IxiaÂ’s interest in the Arcane, her father stepped in and at least gifted her with a mentor, to fill the hours her mother wasnÂ’t parading her around.
Her arrival in Sigil, it appears, was the foggy result of Ixia’s insatiable curiosity and “playing around” with her mentor’s belongings when he was not around. Oops.
*Drawing done by me, CheeseWedge.
