Le renard Xanara, Eri, a vaincu le Panda Xanara humongo avec peu de difficulté. Qu'est-ce qu'elle était exactement? Elle était vraiment audacieuse et courageuse, mais il y avait quelque chose d'autre à son sujet qui a fait gratter Sylvia ses branchies. Alors que les gardes arrivaient pour incarcérer les voyous et les envoyer à l'hôpital, Eri avait apparemment reçu une bonne somme parce qu'elle avait jeté un lourd porte-monnaie à Sylvia. Elle l'a attrapée en regardant à l'intérieur pour attraper la lueur du témoin de l'argent frais pur.
Je ne pense pas que je devrais prendre ça?... ─ Sa voix s'est évanouie quand elle a observé qu'Eri donnait un autre sac au barman, refusant de le reprendre. Sylvia a regardé son sac et a lâché. Avec des dépenses inutiles, l'argent pourrait faire un long chemin. Parfait. Pour la remercier, Sylvia a pris la boisson et a pris une petite gorgée avant de la remettre sur le comptoir.
C'était certainement intéressant, elle a commencé, sa tête inclinée dans la pensée. "Vous êtes tout à fait... fascinante et Iouril est aussi." Elle sourit, clignotant ses dents tranchantes déchiquetées avant de prendre une autre gorgée. Peut-être que ce ne serait pas une mauvaise idée si elle étiquetait avec l'un d'eux. Vous allez quelque part?
Race: Carcharodon Xanara (Great White Shark)
Name/Moniker: Sylvia Arturius
Height: 5'9" (175.2cm)
Weight: 175lbs. (79.37kg)
Physical Description:


Sylvia's skin is tough, colored in light hues of gray with a faint blue tinge that frames her compact shape. Her body is liberally peppered with scars, and a deep jagged three-claw scar runs down her right cheek to her neck. She also has five dark lines that run along her neck on both sides. She has coal-black hair that goes down just a little below her shoulder blades and midnight blue eyes. One should always take care to avoid the in-built weapons Sylvia has. As a Carcharodon Xanara, she has deadly teeth that regrows when lost. She also has blades that run along her forearms; black and wickedly sharp, it only takes one simple move to slice someone open to the bone.
Magical Abilities: 
Partial Transformation: In the water, she 'flips her tail', which is long, dark and powerful; the transition between human skin to fish tail almost indistinguishable. Clear lens appear to cover her eyes underwater and gills form along the black lines on her neck. Her jaw expands, allowing for more than one row of teeth to form. Her senses are extremely heightened in this state and she truly becomes the king of the sea.
Physical Magic: Years of practice has given Sylvia the ability to effectively fight on land. She's agile, has a strong sense of smell and can pack quite a punch by using her magic to aid her physical strengths.
Water Magic: Although ægirsfólk typically use physical-type magic, Sylvia has a rare form of magic that runs through her mother's bloodline that will eventually allow her to control water. However, she does not know she has the power to do so. Whether she uses the water's powers to protect or to destroy in the future lies in question.
Quirks/Personality: 
"I can already feel the blue waves nipping at my sides, waiting to pull me under a deep dark hole. I suppose I’ll just have to learn to breathe again..."
Despite being a predator, Sylvia is an amiable person who keeps her feelings locked away. She speaks and laughs freely, and is known to be brutally honest and ever-enduring. She does not complain, or whine, or wish for a better life and chooses to look at the present. However, Sylvia does not form attachments easily. To those who manage to worm their way inside her heart, expect lots of shy love.
Sylvia has always longed to escape her body. She doesn't particularly enjoy being part-shark. In fact, she harbors 'romantic' ideals of ripping away her blades and running away to the warmer waters. At her core she is a ponderous creature, always locked in an almost trance-like state of thought. Some would call her a daydreamer from first glance, but a closer look would reveal that there is much more than just recipes and imaginative folly going on up there. To call her 'klutzy' would be completely wrong as she is actually quite intelligent and aware.
Backstory:
Sylvia's parents both come from a pure-blood line of sharks. It is even rumored that her father's line, the Arturius, had evolved from the megaladons. Long story short - the Arturius are known as the 'royalty of the Northern seas' and they control a small nation state to the North. Despite being small and very inclusive; every man, woman, child and elderly are deadly fighters.
Like everyone else, Sylvia was born and raised to be a fighter. It was common for young adult Xanaras in the Arturius clan to become mercenaries. However, Sylvia was royalty, the youngest and the fiercest. She was attuned to the sea like no other; it was apparent that the seas flowed deep within her veins. Her father favored her over all of his other children and while Sylvia basked in love and attention, it would soon backfire on her horribly.
With ægirsfólk, their culture is simple; if you want to be the top, you fight for it. On Sylvia's 25th birthday, her older siblings had beckoned her to swim with them. Thinking that this was perhaps the swim that would change her relationship with her family for the better, she naively went. After all, they were of her blood and Sylvia loved each of them despite their obvious contempt towards her. She was wrong.
Sylvia can only remember her heart shattering into a billion pieces when her older brothers and sisters circled around her, their sharp teeth and blades flashing in the dark water. The want to live trumped her love for her siblings. She killed them all, leaving their corpses to wash up in some distant shore. Sylvia managed to swim back home, her body mangled and her eyes glazed over. Her father was away on business so it was her mother that had to deal with the fact that her youngest daughter had killed all of her siblings. Sylvia's grieving mother turned her back on Sylvia and when her father came back, he only stoically patted her back and declared her the heir to the throne the next hour.
The children who had once crowded her scurried away in fear. Her friends left to become mercenaries and the others either hated or feared Sylvia.
She felt dead inside.
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