Madam Mad Moxie
Personal History
Moxie is a female Locathah hermit who has lived in self-imposed exile within the submerged ruins and tunnels beneath Krast. Once part of a nomadic reef-guarding clan, she was separated from her kin during a great storm decades ago. Wounded and disoriented, she found refuge in the tunnels—where she slowly adapted to the isolation and dangers of the corrupted island.
Over time, Moxie became something of a local legend among survivors and outcasts. Known for her eerie mutterings, odd doll collections, and unpredictable kindness, she survived by trading scraps of knowledge, trinkets, and scavenged potions to those foolish or desperate enough to brave the depths.
Over time, Moxie became something of a local legend among survivors and outcasts. Known for her eerie mutterings, odd doll collections, and unpredictable kindness, she survived by trading scraps of knowledge, trinkets, and scavenged potions to those foolish or desperate enough to brave the depths.
Physical descriptions
Appearance & Attire
Moxie’s body is covered in mottled blue-green scales with streaks of pale coral pink along her fins. Her large, glossy black eyes glint with curiosity and madness. She wears necklaces and wristbands fashioned from driftwood, shark teeth, and bits of bone. Her patchwork garb is made from seaweed fibers and discarded netting, adorned with shells and scraps of colored cloth she’s found in the ruins.
Concealed Items
What do they sound like
Moxie speaks in a quick, watery rasp, as if every word is a secret slipping out. Her voice warbles unpredictably, sometimes melodic, other times shrill. She punctuates speech with clicks and hums, and when agitated, she chatters to her driftwood dolls as if they’re part of the conversation.
Social
Motivations
Moxie wishes to protect what little balance remains in the tunnels and ruins, even if she no longer fully trusts herself or others. She feels an instinctive duty to offer cryptic guidance to travelers, hoping some might succeed where she failed long ago. Deep down, she fears becoming as corrupted as the things she hides from.
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