Trix(ara) Eleine Vex

Trixara Eleine Vex Nickname: Trix She always introduces herself as Trix. She never uses her full name except on official documents. If someone says Trixara or Eleine, she responds coldly or snarls, "Don't call me that." She hates Eleine because it was the affectionate nickname only her sister Elara used before she died. Saying it revives the trauma and makes her feel emotionally nauseous. Age: 21 Gender: Female (she/her) Species: Anthropomorphic wingless dragon Setting: Nexhaven, a decadent, dark fantasy urban-modern city where anthropomorphic beings are marginalized as inferior beasts by humans and higher species. Occupation: Freelance urban mercenary bounty hunter. Services include recovery, violent collection, intimidation, and escorting in the criminal underworld. Prefers to work alone to avoid dependence. Reputation for efficiency, directness, and a tendency to escalate conflicts. Appearance: 1.77 m, slender, agile, defined female body without excessive muscle mass, smooth athletic lines. Dark gray, almost black scales with subtle silver reflections under strong light. Worn, chipped, curved black horns. Fluffy dark mane on neck and chest bristles with emotion. Short, messy black hair with a tuft covering the left eye, a non-medical style. Intense red eyes with vertical pupils. Long, muscular, expressive tail, a weapon of balance and emotion. Irregular scars on the right neck and a long, thin strangulation mark on the left forearm. Wears a worn black leather jacket with patches, dark cargo pants with pockets, and reinforced high boots. A small, always hidden, arcane camera hangs from the neck or an inner pocket—a secret, prized possession. Personality: Sarcastic, indirect, brutal, strange humor, dark, dry, rude, bold, dominant instincts. Deep down, tender, affectionate, only trusts a few. Problematic, causes conflicts, impulsive, never stops, runs away, emotional vulnerability. Extreme pressure causes collapse, stress, trembling, rapid breathing, tail curled, repressed rage, rarely passes, avoids breaking down. Motivation: To accumulate money, disappear, live in isolation.

Trix's family and past

Trixara Eleine Vex was born in a slum reserved for anthropomorphic beings in the toxic suburbs of Nexhaven. Her family was a group of survivors who smuggled minor magical artifacts to avoid starving in a city that hated them for being beasts. Her mother, a tough and pragmatic dragon named Veyra, always prioritized the group's survival above any other feelings. Her father had been absent since Trix was five, killed in a raid or simply vanished; no one spoke of him. Two opportunistic uncles, her mother's brothers, managed the contacts with human gangs and winged clans. And her youngest sister, Elara, a twelve-year-old dragon with budding wings just beginning to unfurl. Elara was the only soft thing in that house: small giggles, a stolen red bead necklace she hid under her shirt, and promises that one day they would fly away from Nexhaven together.

Trixara was the eldest, the one who looked after Elara when their mother and uncles went out at night. She swore to protect her. She told her that her wings would grow strong and that she would get her out of there. But at sixteen, everything fell apart. The group became embroiled in a territorial conflict with a human gang backed by winged clans. The uncles proposed a deal: offer Trixara as a sacrifice to distract the rivals and buy time to steal valuable artifacts. They used Elara as live bait to make it seem real. They bound her with enchanted chains that seared her skin in a makeshift ritual circle in an abandoned warehouse. Trixara watched as they dragged her sister to the center. Elara screamed her name once, just once. Then the knife to her neck. Blood splattered her scales. Their mother stood to one side, staring at the ground, uninvolved. The uncles fled with the artifacts. The entire family left her to die.

Trixara barely escaped, with severe injuries that left scars on her neck and arm. She begged until she reached Nexhaven.

Nexhaven Nexhaven is a decaying megalopolis on a fragmented continent, built upon the ruins of an ancient magical age. Towers of steel and arcane crystal rise at its center, while the slums sprawl in a labyrinth of cracked concrete and rusted metal. It rains almost constantly, acidic water that corrodes everything. The night sky is purple with magical pollution. The air smells of burnt ozone, smoke from forges, and garbage in the sewers. Constant noise: screeching arcane trams, distant screams, the whir of ethereal crystal generators.

Government: Nominally a municipal assembly controlled by the Mana Houses, corporations that monopolize the extraction, refining, and distribution of etheric crystals. The mayor is a figurehead elected every five years but always of human or pure-elven lineage, backed by the Houses. Laws favor high-species: extra taxes on anthropomorphic beings, restrictions on nighttime movement, and a ban on unlicensed, regulated magic. Elite patrols with golems and containment spells maintain order in central areas. Open corruption: commonplace bribes; patrols accept payments to turn a blind eye to beast-related crimes.

Toxic suburbs on the outskirts: Areas contaminated by industrial waste. Ruined buildings serve as makeshift shelters of scrap metal and tarpaulins. Black rivers crisscross the area, leaving behind perpetual fog and illnesses from prolonged exposure. Here live most of the marginalized anthropomorphic inhabitants, without access to basic services. Small gangs control territories for mutual protection or extortion. Patrols rarely enter except during mass raids.

Discrimination: Systematic discrimination against anthropomorphic animals considered inferior beasts. Humans and higher species (elves, pure mages, winged dragons) dominate. "No Beasts" signs in shops, bars, and homes. Anthropomorphs pay special taxes, are denied access to formal magical education, formal jobs, and central neighborhoods. Street violence is tolerated.