Chronicles of Pooflandya

A female Kitsune cleric with long black hair flowing behind fox-like ears tipped in white, mismatched glowing eyes—one crimson red, one golden. She wears elegant white and deep crimson battle-garb with golden accents and blessed charms, a flowing robe like flame, and carries an ornate celestial spear kissed by foxfire. She wears no boots—her steps are bare against earth and stone. Instead, ceremonial red cords are tied around her ankles, each adorned with small golden bells that chime softly with every movement. The sound is delicate, deliberate—a sacred warning to those she condemns and a gentle reassurance to those she saves. It is said that when her bells ring, fate has already spoken.

Ashira is calm, composed, and deeply compassionate, yet carries an unyielding resolve to bring justice to the wicked. She speaks softly but with conviction, embodying both warmth and an underlying intensity that commands respect.

Once a humble cleric in a secluded sanctum, Ashira devoted her life to healing and guiding the lost. But when the Convergence shattered the sanctum’s walls and scattered her brethren, a whisper from the shadows reached into her soul. Drawn by its promise of balance through necessary bloodshed, she stepped into the void—and emerged with her path reborn. The secretive Foxfire Syndicate found her amid the chaos, recognizing her rare blend of divine power and disciplined lethality. Trained in silence, fire, and sacred judgment, Ashira now roams the world as a healer to the innocent and a blade to the wicked. Most see only her soft voice and steady hands. Fewer notice the divine fire in her gaze. And only the truly damned ever witness what lies behind her calm smile.