Hejynx
She wears a wide purple hat with a matching purple coat embroidered in gold. Wearing a half mask over her face with gold and white. Crimson hair falls across her brow while a sinister smile winds its way across her face.
Hejynx followed her fathers form of magic no matter how strange it was. Day after day she would practice to the brink of exhaustion on harnessing the negative material plane. Her father would show her such manipulations in order to boost her motivation, six years later and she was almost better than he was. During the riots her father was killed despite his powerful defensive manipulations. This loss hit her with more force than she would ever realize. She went through the Kalyan Horde, town by town, house by house, brick by brick tearing it to pieces. Nobody ever got a good look at her because of the mask on her face even though it could only conceal half of her visage. The wide, purple, feathered hat and the long purple coat would help with her attempt at anonymity. Her nickname, The Scarlet Kiss, was given to her after she began leaving scarlet lipstick stains on her victims or within her wake.
Her name is now only spoken in legend rather than used to address her. She hasn't been seen in years but rather walks the path of the nomad going from town to town. Some survive to tell myths while others are left as corpses still grasping at their loved ones within their homes. One day it is rumored that she shall return to take what is owed, that day still hasn't come.
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