Her rat eyes were searching for a morsel in the dark but instead found glittering wisdom in the light.

♔Character Name: Satrix (Say-tricks) Moonglory

♔Age: 33

♔Birthplace: Unknown

♔Gender: Femme Fatale

♔Physical Appearance: A mortal made to boost the beauty of heaven residents. Ebony black, shoulder length hair braided to reveal a thin and warm face. Lidded hollow dark eyes set high in the sockets, eagerly watching the land they have grown affectionate towards. Heavy robes draped around a lean, sickly thin frame, not by choice but an inheritance of unknown generations. A scar stretching from left cheekbone towards left shoulder blade, leaving a painful burden of the past of horrors.

This is Satrix Moonglory, a true idealist among her peers with a long arched nose sticking in the books. Her looks have never represented her true worth, her existence agrees with the overused proverb: Never judge a book by its cover. Satrix Moonglory is a creation of an imagination to withhold the secrets of the world breathing around.

♔Personality: There is something different about her, perhaps it is her unusual company or perhaps it's the boundless knowledge that she posses. But nonetheless, people tend to be curious about her by awkwardly avoiding talking about her past. Wise to some, lunatic to others. Her sense of honour has prevented her to misuse her conceptual comprehension of the multiverse she lives in.

There still resides a lingering darkness in her, an emotion which she believes to have left behind, in reality; it simply has been overshadowed by her optimism for the future and keenness for exploration.

Her thrive to travel and explore has served her well to expand and look beyond what has already been set in stones. Honoring and admiring wisdom and creativity, she might seem intimidating but actually is very forgiving and loving of others. The only thing that can outwit wisdom, according to her, is the imagination of a pure mind.

Yet her kindness and admiration shouldn't be mistaken for her weakness. This lady is not popular to tolerate any slackness and expects perfection from all. Remnants of her past contain a completely different human being, both a survivor and a victim.

♔Backstory: It would be safe to say that Satrix Moonglory's past doesn't begin with her at all. Instead, it starts with an old mage with thinning grey hair and a passion for travelling. Appreciating even the dark taverns of Ybarid, he entered one to understand and learn any and all secrets of the land. What he did not expect was to find some flesh snuggled in one corner amongst the loud crowd which the tavern entertained.

The poor soul had been living off on the waste food of the tavern for years. She was like a rat to Ybarid's habitats, just like many others, scrounging out anything edible from the streets only to live a short life.

But to Enior Moonglory, she was like a small bud which with enough water and sunlight might one day bloom into something extraordinary. Eyes with mesmerizing hope, waiting for the light of the sun to chase away the cloud of uncertainty, well Enior was also known for his dramatic perception of the surrounding.

He supposedly felt the child calling out to him and approached the already scared girl who was wise enough to avoid somebody seemingly lunatic at the first sight but a child can be easily coaxed by showing some sparks out of fingers.

On enquiry, Enior realised that the girl, in fact, was a nameless property.

It was sufficient to encourage him to adopt the young girl and thus Satrix Moonglory was born. A mere accident or fate, Satrix still wonders. Nonetheless, if it were not for her teacher whom she raised to the level of god with pure devotion, she would not be standing, guarding and expanding the abundant knowledge and secrets he taught her.

Yet there was something unsettling about his little pupil. He had successfully transformed her hatred for others into respect but he couldn't erase the unknown pain his Satrix had faced before meeting him.

With an unsatisfied wish of ever truly seeing a real smile on his beloved student, he was laid in the ground.

♔Skills: Her brain is the only skill she has honed for years, yet her days of homelessness has taught her some important lessons of survival. Her innate ability for magic was able to proof late Enior Moonglory's hypothesis of her ancestral blood to be of a mage as well. But she couldn't care less. Apart from this, it is quite disappointing that this Moonglory hardly posses any talent to please an audience and prefers isolation for her researches. She rather seek peace with her wisdom instead of violence.

♔Other: She doesn't like flamboyant magic unlike many others since it is more than just a mundane part of life. It is an answer to all the puzzling questions of the physical laws governing her universe/ multiverse (depends on one's belief.)