Ixia

Born into a tribe of Sand Hunters, Ixia was honed by the harsh desert environment into a cunning leader at a very young age. While most Sand Hunters are only concerned about plunder, Ixia was always had a fondness for inventing gadgets and believed science should not be a tool reserved only for the academics of Eruditio. Ixia has always lived by her own rules, like the ever shifting sands of the Agelta Drylands. center|512px This is a stick up, hands where I can see! Put away your gold, it's no use to me. But those fine books, I'll take from your hands, Now head that way, before you get lost in these sands. —Ixia, Boss of Bad Soul (7 years old) The entire place seemed like it was on the verge of coming down. Gravel blasted in through the cracks of the windows, pelting the mugs like bullets. But at this moment, the traveler would rather be braving the sandstorm outside than spend another second in Snakebone Tavern. The traveler had come from the Moniyan Empire, intending to take advantage of the Festival of Enlightenment to study in Eruditio. He couldn't believe his luck finding a place to spend the night this far out in the desert. That is, until a group of Sand Hunters sat down at the table beside him and began ranting about their last job. He wrapped himself tightly in his cloak and pretended to enjoy the gravelly soup in front of him, trying not to look like their next victim. "That's enough booze... I ain't in the mood. You know, I don't regret shooting that brat, but now it's suddenly getting to me, like a sandworm crawling in my head. The last time we had a sandstorm this fierce was when Ixia was born. That was sixteen years ago, on a night so dark you couldn't even see your own gun in your hands. Her mother, the then boss of Bad Soul, had gotten lost in the desert and was about to go into labor. But as things would have it, a shooting star flew over Eruditio and lit the way to Ixia's birth. Ixia was always a clever kid. She learned how to load a gun before she could even walk straight. Sigh... It's a pity she picked up such bad habits. She was only seven when she stole for the first time. And what was her plunder? A stack of books! Can you believe that? What kind of Sand Hunter steals books? And from then on, she would always target caravans bound for Eruditio, just to return with sacks of dusty books. She said she wanted to be an inventor... What a naive, little fool! She kept 'inventin' all these useless junk... A grill made out of a guitar, a desert swimming contraption.... Hell, my boy nearly drowned in that quicksand! And... Huh?! Who's making that noise?" center|512px The traveler pretended to choke on his soup to cover his sudden burst of laughter. An outlaw who loved to read? He had never heard of such a thing. Filled with curiosity about this Ixia person, the traveler silently moved his stool ever so closer to the rowdy table. "Anyway, it had nothing to do with her inventions. I took that shot to uphold the ways of this land