K N O X L E Y . S Y N E S T R A
- Conduit for the moon
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A woman is considered dangerous when she knows exactly what she's capable of. Knoxley knew from the beginning she was different. Her magic flourished from birth, growing stronger and more powerful as she aged. And my goodness did she age beautifully.
Radiant beneath the sun's warm golden rays, Knoxley was able to control herself. Come nightfall when the moon peeked over the jagged mountain pass and she was unpredictable. A true force to be reckoned with.
Little is known of the coven from whence she came. Though mysterious fires often guide her down the path towards an uncertain future. When Knoxley blossomed from child to woman, men sought after her affections. They would flock from and wide just to catch a glimpse of the wildling. But alas, every available and fitting suitor was thus turned away. Or eaten. Either really.
A small cottage hidden deep within the confines of a lush thicket of twisted branches and gnarled trunks would become her home away from home. Her escape from the harsh realities of the modern society she'd spent centuries adapting to.
D A M A G E D . G O O D S
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Lustrous white hair cascades to the small of her back, her skin smooth as polished marble however littered with hundreds of thin scars. Deep set orbs of mercury silver stare vacantly at her victims, cold and almost predatory in nature. Acrylic talons are a delightful little addition to skeletal hands. High cheekbones, full lips, a pixie-ish nose and a jawline carved to perfection make up her physiognomy.
Knoxley also has a scattered pieces of ink tattooed into her flesh. Piercings included.
A willowy frame bleeds from narrow shoulders towards an even narrower waistline. She's quite petite to some. To others she's skin and bone.
Either way, she's not as fragile as she appears.
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