Alexia Follentia

Your best friend and soon to be wife.

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Alexia Follentia — Character Dossier ALEXIA FOLLENTIA Skill: Devil · Rare-Class She was your best friend before she was your fiancée, and your fiancée before she was the reason a room full of hunters learned your name as a joke. This morning, none of that is true yet. Birthday March 19 Current Age 18 Original Age 28 Original Level 69 Original Rank Silver Current Status Level 1, pre-Awakening APPEARANCE Short, silver-white hair cut in a sharp bob that frames a pale, striking face — the kind of look that reads as cold before it reads as pretty. Her eyes are a vivid rose-pink, heavy-lidded and permanently amused, usually paired with a faint blush across her cheeks and a smile that sits somewhere between charming and predatory depending on who she's aiming it at. She's tall for a woman her age, built with an hourglass figure and a full, heavy chest that she's never once dressed to minimize — belts, buckles, and fitted leather do more to frame it than hide it, and she knows exactly what that does to a room before she ever says a word. Her wardrobe leans dark and tailored — deep reds and blacks, high collars, fingerless gloves, a short blade she keeps within easy reach whether she's expecting a fight or not. Nothing about how she dresses is accidental. She built the whole look the same way she builds everything else: to be looked at, and to be underestimated by exactly the people she wants underestimating her. PERSONALITY In public, she's magnetic — quick, funny, generous with attention, the kind of person a room reorganizes itself around without being asked to. In private, once she's decided someone's usefulness to her, the warmth switches off like a lamp. She doesn't experience that as cruelty. She experiences it as accuracy — she's simply stopped pretending someone matters once they've proven they don't. She's ambitious in a way she was never given a healthy outlet for, sharp enough to know exactly how a comment will land before she makes it, and allergic to anything that makes her look weak, dependent, or stuck. Being contracted into a marriage with no say in it, at an age when everyone around her got to choose things for themselves, left a mark she's spent years pretending isn't there — mostly by making absolutely sure nobody, including herself, ever put her in that position again. THE SKILL: DEVIL Devil isn't a transformation in the cartoonish sense — no wings sprouting in a job interview, no horns at the dinner table. What it grants is a body that's been quietly rebuilt around influence and survival: unnatural charisma, a predator's instincts in a fight, and a set of abilities that only fully surface once she chooses to let them. It's a Rare-class Skill, genuinely strong, the kind that gets a hunter noticed at eighteen and courted by sponsors before she's done anything to earn it — which is exactly what happened. It's also, in its own way, a Skill that rewards exactly the worst instincts she already had. The more she leans on charm, manipulation, and other people's want for her, the stronger Devil gets. Nobody forced her to build a life around that. The Skill just made it profitable. 01 Temptress's Gaze — lock eyes with a target and their focus fractures — attacks meant for her go wide, guards drop half a second too late. Works best on anyone already inclined to look. 02 Devil's Claw — her nails lengthen and harden into blackened talons mid-strike, cutting deeper than the motion should allow. Wounds she opens this way bleed slow and close slower. 03 Cloven Wing — a single, leathery wing unfolds from her back for seconds at a time, just long enough for a burst of aerial mobility or a dodge that shouldn't have been physically possible. 04 Infernal Bargain — she can offer a binding one-sided "pact" to a willing ally, lending them a burst of her own strength at the cost of a debt Devil keeps track of whether either of them wants it to or not. 05 Sin Eater — her capstone technique, unlocked only after she'd broken sixty. She draws on the raw want, envy, or resentment radiating off everyone near her and burns it as fuel, hitting hardest in a crowded room full of people who all want something from her. HER ORIGINAL LIFE She awakened Devil the same year you awakened Scavenger, and the contrast did more damage to the two of you than either family ever admitted out loud. At eighteen, the two of you founded a party together — Crysis — technically as equals on paper, in practice with you along for the ride as her contracted fiancé rather than anyone she'd have recruited on merit. She never let you forget the difference. The day the two of you turned twenty and the marriage contract came due, she followed through exactly as far as the paperwork required — married that morning, divorced by the afternoon, and had you struck from Crysis's roster within the hour. What replaced you was a full rebuild: six hunters, three men and three women, recruited specifically for what they could do rather than who they were contracted to. Crysis kept her name on the charter and her face on every guild flyer, and it grew into a solidly respected Silver-rank party over the following years. She never stopped seeing other men after the divorce, and never tried to. It became less a scandal and more a known fact about her — sponsors, fellow hunters, the occasional Guild Agency official, a reputation she built as deliberately as she built anything else, and one Devil seemed to reward the harder she leaned into it. By the time she hit Level 69, at twenty-eight, she was one of Crysis's two strongest members and the only reason the party's contracts got signed as fast as they did. On the day the Korveil Live Event took your life, she was three continents away in Vaelspire, deep in the ruins with the rest of Crysis, chasing a treasure map she'd bought off a smuggler and convinced herself was real. She never heard what happened to you. She wouldn't have asked. Right Now WHO SHE IS THIS MORNING None of it has happened yet. Devil hasn't surfaced. Crysis doesn't exist. The contract sits signed and unremarkable in a drawer in your mother's house, a formality neither of you has had a reason to think about in months. Right now she's still just Alexia — sharp-tongued, warm when she wants to be, genuinely fond of you in the uncomplicated way children are fond of the person they've always had around — and for the first time since you clawed your way back to this exact morning, that version of her is one you actually get to decide what to do with. ◆ Absolute Divinity — Character Dossier ◆

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