Just edited to add in some reference pictures...

Starjax (not so good)


Starjax again (same as sig)


Amendyl (Mashi)


Titled: Stardel Vixa of the Jealst Clan

Called: Starjax

Gender: Female

Species: Gnome
Race—Silver Star Cavern Gnome

Years: 28 (looks 12 or 13)

Allegiance: None, yet.
Alignment: Neutral Good

Looks:
Height—3’6”
Weight—39 lbs
Hair—pale blonde/silver
Skin—pale rosewood
Eyes—change unpredictably, usually gray-blue
Description— Starjax is light, wiry, and tall for a gnome, as all of the SSC Clans are. They are a strange, almost elven variety of gnomes. She is graceful and quiet, her movements never over exaggerated, with a rare type of patience. Her pale hair would be called dishwater blonde if it were on a human, but the way it catches the light makes silver-blonde a more apt description for it. Her hair reaches midway down her back in gentle waves, single strand being as fine as strands of spider silk. There is an absurd innocence about her in the stillness of her face, the light soprano of her voice, and the wide-eyed, strange, sad wisdom of her eyes. Her eyes change, but there are so many shades and variations that no one can truly be sure what shade is for what mood, though it is notable that her eyes usually seem to be a tranquil shade of innocent blue-gray.

Her clothes are an interesting collection, seeming pieces mended together (sometimes with magic, and sometimes with more mundane means). She has a Kirre-skin cloak showing herself to have helped defend against this creature when necessary—she is not a helpless child anymore. Other clothes she has are patched together from things the Mashi (winged dog race she lives with) ate, letting her take the skins first: rabbit hide shirt, doe hide pants, and doe hide moccasins and traveling bag. Also she carries a dagger, made from a Kirre’s tail spine. She wears a Kirre-tooth necklace with pride. She had a strange walking stick of dark black-oak, with many runes that look gnomish in origin, but have been twisted in some way; the small staff is tipped by three Kirre tail spines that hold between their points a Star Stone that gleams as white as the water of a rushing waterfall.

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Personality: Starjax is quiet, but oh-so-curious about the world around her. She has come out of hiding to find answers, and to seek knowledge, and if this means speaking she is not afraid to do so. Starjax is rather innocent about anything human related. She haws not lived with other two-leggers for fourteen years, and this affects how she interacts with them—her body language and etiquette is either rusty or completely foreign. She wants to help people, but isn’t sure she can. However, she’s not the perfect picture of innocence and kindness, she has a streak of pride for taking care of herself that will not allow her to accept charity. She will accept something if she thinks the person giving it is honest and respects her, but she will not accept it if she thinks the gift is out of pity. She does not sympathize or empathize with others well, and while trying to help will often be lost for what to do, despite being honest in her desire to help.

She wants to get to know everyone, and reads their body language, seeing how controlled they all are. She tries to mimic gestures and ways of speaking, but it is difficult for her to do so. She is fascinated by the varieties in clothes that she sees, and even more fascinated by the variety of people that she sees wearing them. Tall people make her instinctively nervous, though she didn’t even know such tall people existed. She had only heard about elves, and no one told her how tall they were! Around animals Starjax is quite open, and will almost always cross a street or pause to make an animal’s acquaintance. Though she hides it even from herself Starjax is ashamed that she got kicked out of the SSC Gnomes, her own race, and for having failed her adopted father. Sometimes this shame will flit across her face without her noticing it, because she is not used to noticing such human emotions as shame. If a Mashi is shamed they often die—they have a very decisive way of life.

Abilities:
Sorcery—As yet she is still untrained, and though she can do a few things, if she attempts something that drains her powers she will pass out, though should she awaken she can, after rest, continue, and so through several intervals complete a bigger project than she could complete in one sitting. Also, at times of extreme emotion, she will automatically lash out with magic, and as of yet can not control that very well. Though she dresses and behaves very much like a druid, it is important to remember that her magic is, at its roots, sorcery. The staff is sort of an elementary way to attempt to help focus her power

Mend—a tiny spell, with anyone else, which she has bent so that she can mend skins into the clothing that she imagines and has the power to make. It can also mend people, such as bones and skin. This spell also made her staff, for her.

Shadow—this is a spell which allows her to move as silently and swiftly as a shadow through the forest. She adjusts it to suit the needs of her surroundings, and while around cities will soon adjust it so that she can move like a shadow through the city as well.
Skills—These are skills she simply learned through training, whether by practicing them on her own, or honing them under the tutelage of the Mashi.

Tracking—As anyone could expect from a ‘dog’ race, the Mashi are excellent trackers. They have passed as much of this skill as they are able on to Starjax. She can track people across almost any wilderness surface, but stone and metal can prove troublesome. She has a good sense of smell, but not as good as the Mashi by any means.

Weaponry—Black-Oak Walking Stick, Kirre-Spine Dagger. She can use both of these weapons with a slight proficiency, but because of her size she is not particularly strong, and will often be outclassed with longer weapons. Her Black-Oak Walking Stick is more for magic than defense, and is hard for her to truly wield in defense as it is taller than her.

Flaws—She is small, and shy, in a big world. She often tries not to show emotion, but as she has not been taught to hide them from the others in the pack she will often let slip what she is thinking without meaning to do so. Even if the thought is not malevolent, it is often embarrassing to be an open book to be read. Her grasp of the common language is tinged with gnomish and body language, along with a strong Silver Star Cavern Gnome accent, as that was the last language she ever spoke to other two-leggers. She is under-educated, and knows very little about her power, or about other people. As such she is, for the most part, illiterate, she was just starting to read and write when she was turned out.

Her Story:
The Silver Star Cavern Gnome is a sub race of forest gnomes that moved into a cave system after a cataclysmic accident—a magical duel of fire, water, and electricity that razed the forest and left it as crackling, smoldering swamp for hundreds of years afterwards. Needless to say they are reclusive, magic-shy folk; and as such somewhat unheard of.

The Jealst Clan had a streak of sorcery which others mistrusted them for. However Starjax’s mother was a Priestess of the Night Goddess, working as an advisor for their leader, the Stargazer, and so she was greatly respected. Then a great plague came, causing blindness and death. The SSC Gnomes needed someone to blame. They blamed it on the streak of sorcery that ran through the Jealst Clan, and sacrificed all the adults of that Clan. The children were adopted into other clans, but at the age of fourteen (three or four comparative human years) no one would adopt Starjax because she had already been seen to have a ‘trick’ as they called spells of sorcery. So they left her ‘to the mercy of the Goddess’.

Being alone was terrifying for a tiny gnome, but she was not alone for long. She was taken in as part of the pack in a group of winged-dogs, sun-dogs, known as Mashi. The leader who took her in was Ba’lyrin, but the leader’s daughter, Ma’lyrin took Starjax in as her own, and combined the girl’s given names oddly to make Starjax—the name she now goes by. Ma’lyrin became a second mother.

Starjax soon learned to hunt, but whenever she tried to use her powers to kill, she couldn’t. Either her emotions would not let her, or she simply did not have the power to do it. Usually the Mashi were a peaceful people, and kept to the deep parts of the forest. They had nothing to do with two-leggers, because they did not want to be mistaken for animals with no outside intelligence. They could not speak common except for a few rough words because of the shape of their mouth, but they did have a language, and they taught the gnome girl they had taken into their midst. Starjax learned quickly, because she did not want to be turned away. Slowly she grew away from common and gnomish and other two-legger languages she had learned until everything except a little bit of mixed gnomish and common were all but a faint memory to her. Some neighbors in the forest were not considerate of the space the Mashi had claimed as their own. Among these was the Kirre.

A wandering Kirre attacked the small pack of Mashi that were out hunting game to bring back to the larger group, to try to drive them out of the territory. My’lyrin’s mate, Irinendyl, jumped in front of Starjax to protect one he viewed as his youngster. The Kirre took hold of another’s, Jarden’s, mind and fought the Mashi using another Mashi through his telepathic prowess. The Mashi were forced to kill Jarden, and Starjax tried did her best to kill the Kirre, hitting him with a walking stick she had picked up along the path. Then, for the first time ever, her power bolted into the Kirre and ‘mended’ it so that the Kirre’s life was over. It took a lot of power out of Starjax, and she immediately fell to unconsciousness, but the battle was over. Unfortunately, the casualties of young Jarden and her second father figure, Irinendyl, were already taken. When they returned to the pack they celebrated Starjax coming to adulthood, she was no longer a pup, she was capable of defending herself and others. The celebration was hollow for My’lyrin’s family, though, and they only did what was necessary for the ritual. She was barely twenty-six and faced a sorrow deeper than being thrown out of the Silver Star Cavern Gnomes, her own race. She had lost a pack member.

My’lyrin did not recover from the death of her mate. The entire family was a shade of its former self, and My’lyrin took the path of death—she refused to eat and drink until she effectively killed herself. The family was torn to shreds, and Starjax kept thinking ‘if only’. If only she had been faster, if only she could have healed him as well as killed the Kirre, if only she could have controlled the power she might have chosen to save him rather than kill the Kirre… If only! It haunted her, and finally she told her sorrows to Amendyl, her brother. Together they came up with the idea that she could leave and learn how to use her powers, and maybe find a place where she could fit in. It was doing her no good to sit moping around with the other Mashi who had been so affected. He decided to join her, and together they asked leave from Ba’lyrin. The grieving leader gave them her blessing.


Relationships:
Family—assumed dead, except for adopted family
Adopted Family—her pack is at home; Amendyl is with her
Lover—none
Enemies—none yet, she tries to respect everyone
Friends—Amendyl, a Mashi, also her adopted brother

((Yeah, don't know what typos and such there might be that I fixed in the first one that I didn't fix in this one... However this is a repost of Starjax's Profile. Sorry it took so long.))

~Starjax's Typist