Marionette Vex
Physical information
Race: Arsa Sidhe
Age: 22
Height: 5'5ft
Build: Hourglass
Hair: Red
Eyes: Hazel / Green
Description:
She stood at a graceful 5'5", her lithe elven frame carrying an effortless elegance that seemed almost otherworldly. Cascading waves of rich auburn hair fell to the middle of her back, catching the light like strands of burnished copper. A dusting of soft freckles stretched across the bridge of her nose and scattered over her cheeks, giving her an endearing warmth that contrasted with the timeless beauty of her elven features. Her most striking trait was her mismatched eyes. Her left eye gleamed a vibrant emerald, green, bright with curiosity and life, while her right was a warm hazel flecked with gold that seemed to shift in the sunlight. Together, they gave her gaze a captivating uniqueness that few could forget. Delicate, pointed ears peeked through her fiery hair, and her fair complexion bore the subtle flush of someone accustomed to wandering beneath open skies. High cheekbones, a slender nose, and soft lips completed her refined features, while years of travel had given her a quiet confidence in the way she carried herself. Though undeniably beautiful, there was little vanity in her demeanor. She moved with gentle poise and an approachable smile, her freckles and vibrant hair making her seem more welcoming than intimidating. She possessed the rare sort of beauty that felt alive—less like a flawless sculpture and more like a forest at sunrise: warm, vibrant, and impossible to overlook.
Emotional Status
Marionette is a kind soul. As she was rather 'neighborly' as Marionette is a busy woman. She is willing to give it all even with her issues. Such as her mental health for [REDACTED]. That innocence, however, became the very thing the world broke. Marionette believed that every wound could be healed, every enemy redeemed, and every desperate hand reaching toward her deserved to be grasped. Again and again, she mended the injured, sheltered the frightened, and risked her own safety for those who promised they simply needed one more chance. Too often, they repaid her with betrayal. The faces of those she saved lingered in her dreams—not as grateful souls, but as shadows stained with blood and regret. Some stole from her. Some lied. Others turned their blades upon the very person who had preserved their lives. Each betrayal chipped away at the hopeful elf she once was, replacing innocence with quiet caution. Yet even beneath the trauma, Marionette could not silence her heart. She still knelt beside the wounded. She still reached for strangers in need. The difference was that her smile no longer came without hesitation, and her emerald eyes carried the sorrow of someone who had learned that kindness often demands sacrifice. She had become beautiful not because she was untouched by pain, but because she continued to choose mercy despite knowing exactly how deeply it could wound her.
Relations
Icarus [Annoyed] [..] : Really? After the sieges n shit, I'm not kin?
Locke [Older sister] [..] : "The Spire is difficult beyond belief... So many liars and betrayers."
Backstory
Writing up still.
Character feats
- Revived Drenmir.
- Survived two Siege's in one day.
- Seperate from the two Siege's Marionette ragebaited the enemy into The Spire's trap.
