Name: Nox Faeyette

Gender: Female

Age: 29

Nationality: Talos

Appearance: Nox is the epitome of simplicity. Sporting fair skin and a height of 5'9", a life of solitude within the confines of her master's abode leave her fresh and unblemished. A blue sigil is located on her back, directly over her heart; indicating magical aptitude.

Bio:
Pursuing a higher social status, Faeyette's father immediately sold her to a wealthy female patron in Talos. As she grew, unaware of her lineage, Nox developed the social skills necessary of those living amongst aristocracy. The servant grew a close bond with her superior, committed in servitude any way possible. Late at night, Nox was often found within the study, analyzing powerful grimoires in hopes that one day, she'd be able to defend the woman who gave her an identity.

Even still, the whispers of adventure peaked her curiosity. A world existed that Nox had yet to encounter; the thought fascinated her. One fateful night, her mentor presented a parting gift- a tiara crafted from solid black zirconium. At first, she was reluctant to leave, to the point of denying her wishes, but in the end, they came to the mutual understanding that her place was not with butlers and maids.

Armed with the blessing of her master, the adventurer traversed the various towns of Alestoth, making a living on various search and destroy missions via local pubs. On her own she slew beast after beast; honing her craft and forging a new identity. One occasion lead her travels to the countryside, where she defeated a Griffin terrorizing the village. It was then she drew the interest of the Black Order.

Intent on meeting her master once again, Nox wandered through the misty woodlands in search of a path to the main road where she, hopefully, could find a carriage to hitchhike. Her gentle stride was halted by the subtle crunch of a leaf in the distance. She remained still, taking a breath of the stagnant air, allowing herself to be taken in by the lovely seclusion of nature. Without warning, a dagger hurtles towards the back of her head, glinting in the shade as it sent ripples slicing through the air. "I am a lioness, I will not cringe for them." her soft mumbling vanished with a graceful turn, ice and steel rebounded in a flurry of glistering shards. A shadowy figure twirled intricately through the treetops, yet the maven remained stationary. "A reaper?" she confirmed; the mask was distinctive of that faction. After a simple gesture, the forestry is sent crashing in a dazzling procession of icy spikes encased brambly in roses. The assailant, unbalanced and plummeting to the earth, energetically ricochets off a fallen trunk to gain momentum as he flew in for another attack. Unable to cast another spell within the low time frame, a panicked Nox retreats leftward a single step, sacrificing a hair to the dirk that could have taken her life. Assessing her brazen locks for damage, the battle mage exhales to find the enemy advancing. "saphiro mobius" she whispered. The rogue cast parted the fog in a violent explosion of frozen vines and petals. Seafoam erupted at the forest floor: a byproduct of the spell. Still, lack of proper aim only bought Nox several seconds of breathing room. The combatant, now disarmed, landed a swift blow to the solar plexus. The mage recoiled to the floor soaking her knees in the frothy earth. The silhouette of Nox's limbs imprinted like artwork in the mire as she desperately avoided the reaver's relentless assault. Her patience grew thin. Flailing her left arm, another blast of icy tendrils snares the Reaper's ankles in a frigid grasp. Pillars and spikes of ice arise instantaneously from the sod. She found her opponent trapped within the confines of her bitter clutch. "You are worthy" he says. Perhaps her reunion would have to wait.

As a new recruit of the Order, Nox excels at the many reconnaissance missions she is assigned and is humbled by their acknowledgement of her skills. In the future, she hopes to gain enough recognition to be considered an equal to her superior.

Skills/Abilities:
Water Magic (Lv 3 Sorcerer)
Saphiro Mobius- Aggressively slashes a frothy thicket of icy roses at the opponent. Damage for a moderate amount and cleanses the user of status conditions.
Azure Guise- Consuming a low amount of mana, the user teleports a short distance, leaving a trail of butterflies and frozen petals in his/her wake.
Algor Halcyon- Causes moderate damage to self to do large area of effect damage to all units within its radius, smothering the earth in icy spikes.

Personality Information:
-Prefers aesthetics over efficiency
-Highly opinionated
-Confident
-Often Vain/Naive
-Can be self sacrificial
-Optimistic; yet easily discouraged

Equipment:
Handmaiden's Frock-
A simplistic garb crafted from dyed unicorn leather.
Silver Gauntlets & Boots-
A unique blend of cloth and precious metals to offer mediocre protection, yet still allow for easy mobility.
Black Tiara-
An aesthetic accessory that Nox appreciates for its angular appearance.
Coin purse-
Contains valuable currency for her travels.
Milk of the Poppy-
A vial of strange white liquid that aids in numbing pain.