Galaxy

Pronouns - She/Her Appearance before her deal with the Void Serpent is quite different to what she is now. Her marble was black, her lich was black. She didn't have the glow-y eye or lich eye, she had blue and brown eyes. Perso - Introspective & Studious, Eccentric & Aloof, Calculating & Protective, Obsessive In Depth Peros - Galaxy spends most days deep inside her own thoughts, chasing secrets hidden in old books. When she talks, each word feels placed on purpose, like stones across a path. Yet when something new clicks in her mind, sentences spill out - twisted, tangled, hard to follow. Her eyes light up then, distant and fixed on ideas others cannot see. Out here, she talks to herself in numbers - mumbles formulas like they’re secrets. Little sparks, glowing faintly blue, flicker around her as she moves without looking at anyone. Most feel too slow for her, their thoughts dragging behind. She steps past crowds like they're standing still, eyes fixed on some distant point only she can see. A sharp mind hides behind cautious eyes - this one keeps her cards close, wary of anyone reaching for what she knows. Though wisdom and control sit highest on her list, now and then a sliver of sympathy slips out, only when it fits the plan. Driven by a hunger few understand, she dives into forbidden magic without hesitation. Risk means little when knowledge burns that bright inside her mind. Dangerous rituals? She greets them like old friends. The edge of control is where she feels most alive. Arcane power pulls her forward, again and again. Madness might be waiting - but she’s already halfway there. Short Backstory - Long ago, a wizard named Galaxy made powerful discoveries in changing elements. She wanted to live forever so she could uncover the Arcanum Primum - the hidden source where all magic begins. Years passed while she searched through ancient knowledge. Then came the turning point: a deal struck with a serpent from the void. In exchange for endless life, she gave up what it meant to be mortal. When the spell took hold, time stopped binding her - yet warmth, joy, sorrow slipped away like smoke. Now only hunger for mastery remains, sharp and silent as frost on stone.