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Appearance: She has pallid skin, the color of a corpse and she is physically cold to the touch. Her eyes are glazed over with pools of crimson, they lack pupils, and are almond shaped beneath high arched eyebrows. In another life, she would, perhaps, be viewed as beautiful. Her fine bone structure and long thick, dark red hair trails down her back like a bloody waterfall. But whatever beauty she may have had at one point is always overlooked by her obscene ways. Her hair is in a tangle mass around her face, she dresses in rags all the time, her arms and legs are long and lanky, and the woman is very thin. She doesn’t walk often, mostly crawls everywhere, slithering through the muck of the streets in the world she was cursed to live. Her fingers are red, stained from years of being submerged in blood. She has fangs like a snake that can lengthen and become longer if the time arises. The woman also has a forked tongue due to her diluted blood and ancestry.
Heritage: She was born in Imiga, but her heritage stems from a foreign ancestry that branched off form the race of the Guivre, a serpentine race that interpopulated throughout history and is now randomly traced down many generations later. Xicaphor had qualities of this old race through her fantastic eyesight in the dark along with her sharpened canines and forked tongue. Her father was a shaman and her mother was a witch, and the child they produced was Xicaphor, a prophetess.
Ranking: Begger in the streets of the capitol area of Asha’da
Allegiance: To Prince Desein. He was born singly and alone, unlike the twins before him who have never been accounted for. He deserves the throne.
Personality: Completely deranged. She lurks in the shadows and shies away from the light, coming out only at night. But despite her predicament, Xicaphor is cunning, intelligent, trapped in the mastery of her own advanced mind, and she speaks in riddles and rhymes most of the time. She has a gift of foresight, yet is shunned from the temples due to her cursed state of everlasting insanity and madness. She doesn’t mind people, but doesn’t seek them out either.
Biography: She went crazed after trying to leave a secret cult known as The Blood Bathers, but was cursed to lose her mind after she threatened to tell everyone all that went on in the sinister walls of the catacombs that the cult lived in. That occurred at the young age of 22, and ever since then she was wandered the streets, selling profound fortunes for pennies just to get by, rumors of the female’s prophesying words travel throughout the city but most shrug them off as wild stories and soon forget them.
Skills: She has the gift of foresight, the ability to prophesy, and the uncanny skill of translating dreams. She is well known for what she does, and everything she says has indeed come true down to the last detail.
Weaknesses: Physical strength, the woman is weak due to malnutrition. She is also insane, lacking the ability to make sound decisions unless she is asked a question. She mostly mumbles but when a future scene transcribes across her mind she speaks in a deep, sonfident, clear and raspy voice. Her eyes are also extremely sensitive to light so she tries to avoid the sun altogether.
Equipment: Xicaphor has worn the same cloths for years. They are thin bits of cloth that hang off her body with large gaping holes and stains from injuries in the past. She also wears a thick collar around her neck that has chaffed the skin raw. This is further punishment from the Cult she left, the band of metal has symbolic meaning, displaying to everyone who looks upon her that they are a slave to their own fate. They can do nothing to avoid what destiny has planned. Xicaphor has grown eerily attached to the metal collar, the band long ago stained from the blood under it as if gradually tore away at her flesh
Other: Despite her appearance and animalistic, the woman is harmless. She has never hurt anyone in her life and has simply been forever cursed to the live she knows. The woman does, however, live in the gutter, and is often seen crawling through the cobblestone streets with the dead half of a dead rat in her lips. She would be extremely valuable if she was ever to be found by the right people.