Name- Crux

Gender- female

Species- exotio

Appearance- white feathers with blue eyes, tail feathers are white with patterned, almost hypnotic blue, emerald and Crimson. Legs are silver and grey with black talons. Beak is black, war painted with red blood like stains around the mouth. Wings are shown frequently during combat, utilizing them instead of her talons for holding weapons. Outside of combat, wings are crooked into an arm like position for easier use than the usual way that others hold them infront of their body. Head fan feathers are spotted the same way as the tail feathers. Two long, thin feathers extend past her eyes, swinging lax under her head, pitch black. She's not afraid to show the dual blades that rest on her back.

Gunner or blademaster?- blademaster, she's not afraid to show off with tricky tactics that make it almost impossible to follow her movements with eyes alone. Her strategy involves quick, guerilla style hit and run attacks, but on smaller victims she simply scrambles over them, cutting and swiping as she goes along.

Main weapon type- dual blades. As she dashes back and forth on the back of her foe, steel talons make bloody tracks while quick blades flash in blurry motions. Her lightweight frame takes the speed and bloodshed of demon mode and amplifies it. Being as lightweight as she is, it makes it possible for her to fling her body in rapid succession while slashing back and forth through motions of sliceing one way, then switching wings, flipping another way and slashing again with easy strokes impossible to keep up with.

Personality- fun loveing and certious, but authoritive and tends to lose herself in anger during battle.

Bio- she had defeated a Dohran Morhal, lord of the sand, alone by climbing onto its back where it could not reach her and bleeding it to death. But at a cost, as it continued to burrow into the desert, dragging her underground. She was found unconscious by the Giants body, in a pond of blood. She had sustained many injuries, mostly broken bones and a crack in her beak that never healed, internal bleeding and a head injury that left her with serious headaches at night. But her starving village was proud, as she came home a hero, even if she was too dazed to remember it. Since no one in known history had ever taken on a Dohran alone and survived, the Wycadamy sent an armed escort for her at once. She had earned a glorious name, and was revered for it by all new and experienced hunters. She is humble still, and even if she is a hero, she loves to pass her knowledge of battle to children and greenhorns of all species.

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