Akna Xiu
Name: Akna Xiu
Nickname: Improper and unneeded.
Title: Priestess Xiu.
Race: Mothkela
Age: 31
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 170lbs
Fur Colour: White
Eye Colour: Black
Place of Residence: Travelling
Place of Birth: Lunar Veil
Occupation: Teacher
Economic Status: Lower-Middleclass
Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Asexual
Personality: Proud, Envious, Harsh
Hobbies: Astronomy, Peoplewatching
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Faction: Unestablished
Family: Estranged
Combat
Racial Traits
Four arms:
She has four arms forehead. This allows her
to hold more stuff, among other things.
Small little winglets:
She has small little winglets. This allows her
to glide and glow in the moonlight.
Abolished dietitians:
Mothkela can eat cotton, and get to laugh at
people who can't.
Night Sight:
Mothkela can see in the dark due to their nocturnal nature.
Combat Stats
Speed: 18 feet per second (12 mph)
Max Lift Weight: 150lbs
Equipment
A broken, ceremonial, bone knife
A piece of paper with mapped constellations
A small, perfectly preserved, unhatched lizard egg
Magic
Moonlight Tracer:
Akna imbues her broken knife with light magic, a bright, blueish glow runs along the edge, and forming an ethereal tip, mimicking the unbroken appearance of the knife. This light scorches the skin, leaving first degree burn wounds in its wake. Additionally, the tip of the weapon leaves a lingering trail in the air for five seconds of scorching light.
Lunar Crescent:
Akna swipes a hand or her knife through the air, drawing a two foot crescent of blueish light that travels forwards in a fifteen foot straight line. This projection causes first degree burns on hit.
Psychology
Due to a childhood saturated by fables of romance and parental assertions of maintaining the family lineage, Akna longs most for what she does not have - the ability to bear children and start a family. This, however, combined with her prideful nature and wealthy background, deflected the notion of adopting a child, being that the child would be of an unsavoury background in the mothkela's eyes. Subsequently, she instead teaches children in both the language of her homeland, astral bodies and their meanings, etiquette, history, and basic magic training.
However, the bond between a parent and child always shone far more brightly than the bond between her students and herself, leading to an inherent resentment and envy. Arbitrary detention periods, harsh feedback to the parents, and impossible goals were not uncommon in an attempt to wrestle away the relationship to her charge, though never successfully. Finding the children she teaches to be dim stars at best, she mostly educates for money, hoping at some point to fulfil the unfeasible desire to find a child of desirable lineage and high mental acuity, and steal them away into her own arms.
It is this pursuit of a fantasy child to take care of that both presents itself as her largest motivator, and greatest flaw.
Biography
I was born into privilege and wealth. At least relatively when compared to the more unsavoury types, born from peasant wombs and raised in neglected temples. Skillsets, scholarship, spiritualism, all I excelled in at a young age when given the opportunities. The type of child who doesn't forget the invaluable wisdom departed on them, gifted in some people's views. "Gifted", what a way to cheapen the work I put in. The others were simply dull embers of faded intellect, unkindled through retardants of pure ignorance and apathy. Irrelevant. Regardless of the curriculum and its glowing awards, I still found myself feeling gloomy. The glowing appraisals were temporal inflators of pride, insubstantial in the grander scheme; I needed more.
Attempting to plant roots to develop a family worthy of carrying my lineage, with which in turn to carry the dynasty to new heights, I took a husband. Only, while my mind demonstrated its excellence, my body was weighed and found wanting. My inability to bear children quickly led to the household I had helped build enter ruination around me. I left the veil that day, there was not a chance I was going to let those eyes judge me any longer than necessary, I didn't need the dynasty regardless of what they might offer. I did not.
I left for the Whitesands as soon as I had my few valuable possessions together, enough money to live comfortably, adequate literature to sustain a career, and the moon and her thousand sisters to guide me. Having just passed through the border, I now seek the Whitestone College in hopes of finding employment there, failing that, I suppose I'll teach some deluded prats bundle of joy to get by until something greater presents itself. Should my navigation be correct, I'll be in a small town near the college soon enough.