<div class="floatright">(https://wallpaperscraft.com/image/traxex_drow_ranger_dota_2_93722_1600x1200.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marixsa Starlight<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Drow<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Ranger, though she can cook (and sing, if she can get past stage fright)<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Bisexual<br/><strong>Ons:</strong>Romance, kindness, dominant individuals, bondage (up to a point)<br/><strong>Offs:</strong>Needing to make the first move, pain in general, bathroom play, nefariousness/ill intentions, group sex/multiple partners<br/><strong>Favorite Mode of Attack:</strong>Dark Flux - Marixsa has a tie to ancient magic that she has no semblance of control over as of yet.  In trying to harness it, she creates a strong lash of dark energy that just as often hurts herself or allies as opposed to her intended target.  The threat of harming herself or those she cares about leaves her reluctant to use it outside of 'do or die' situations.  Over time, she might be able to control it better and develop it further, however.<br/><br/>Bow & Arrow - Marixsa's preferred weaponry involves sharpshooting, and she is certainly not a bad marksman by any means.  Though she has plenty of room to improve and is considered average among elvenkind, she's still a better shot than many humans.<br/><br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'1"<br/><strong>Build:</strong>Slender and somewhat curvy<br/><strong>Description:</strong>Normally, Marixsa prefers to wear a darkly colored cloak and hood that conceal what she looks like as best she could.  She knows that most people are more uncomfortable around a drow than they are a hooded stranger.  While it is clear that Marixsa is a drow under her cloak and hood, she looks a bit unusual in that her skin has a more pale coloration than most of her darker skinned kin.  She has what appear to be elven tribal tattoos of some sort on her face, and has rather striking frost blue eyes.  While her body is lithe and lean like many elves, she certainly is not lacking in the department of womanly assets.  The clothes she wears under the cloak is something akin to a leather doublet that shows a little bit of cleavage as well as her thighs.<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Marixsa is surprisingly shy and soft spoken at first, certainly not something one would expect from a dark elf of any sort.  However, she is a very gentle and kind hearted woman with a passion for helping those who are in need out.  Once she gets used to someone, she starts loosening up and stops acting quite so shy, and if she gets to a point where she trusts anyone enough enough there would be no better person to have by your side.  She's loyal to a fault where people she cares enough about become concerned, and will do everything in her power to aid them in their endeavors.  Sometimes, when she thinks she is alone, she will sing...and though she has an amazing singing voice, she simply is embarrassed about letting anyone hear it outside of those she feels very close to.<br/><br/><strong>Story:</strong>Marixsa's life almost ended shortly after it began, with a feud between a tribe of wood elves and drow leading to a fight within the dark elve's home.  Her mother was slain in the attempted retreat of the dark elves, and one wood elf ranger found her crying within the drow woman's arms.  He had taken aim to snuff the baby's life out, but found that he wasn't able to release the arrow that would destroy such young life.  He took the child to raise as his own daughter, something that the elf's tribe also agreed upon after voting on the matter, for he and his mate were unable to conceive a child on their own.  Though they were all wary of the fact it was still a drow, they banked on the fact that the baby girl could be raised in a different way than her kind usually ends up turning out.<br/><br/>As it turns out, they were right...the young girl grew up, and everyone slowly relaxed as they saw with their own eyes and learned that drow children were not, necessarily, all cruel and evil.  Just like any other child, it was dependent on how they were raised.  As much as she was as good a child as any other in the village, it did not stop some measure of discrimination from both what few other elven children were there and those who voted to not take her into the tribe.  This left the young girl with some insecurities about herself, but she in the end did not hold this against any of them.  This choice to turn the other cheek only served to reinforce to those who chose to bring her in that they had made a good choice.<br/><br/>Her adopted father taught her much in the way of hunting, and she proved to be a fairly adept ranger in her own right.  She followed in this elf's footsteps from the moment she was old enough to start learning from him.  Her life, overall, was a good one up until her coming of age ceremony.  One of the other elves from the tribe pulled a nasty prank on her that was intended to scare her rather heavily.  He had succeeded, and caused a trigger that made her unleash a lash of dark magic.  No one could tell precisely what it was, but the worst part was that it backlashed and hit Marixsa herself.  While no one else was hurt, many of the tribe's members were frightened.  In the end, the elders decided to brand her as an adult all the same once she recovered, but that she should be exiled until a time that she could learn to control this power for the sake of everyone's safety.  It was here that Marixsa's journey began, with nothing to her name but her equipment, a map to a place called Amberdale that the elders figured would be a good first step paired with a letter from the elders explaining who she was, and the farewells of those who still cared about her carved onto her heart in the hopes that she will one day get to see them again.