#trixa

Lyra was dancing at the festival, feeling carefree and swirling to the music. A gleeful giggle erupted from her.

Kovacs was keeping an eye on her, a lovestruck expression on his face. Trixa nudged him.

Kovacs: Can I go back for the horse?

Trixa: We'll get you a new horse! I'll steal you a horse!

Werblund: I'll buy you a horse for what you did today!

Pluck: I can be a horse if you need one!

This looks weird, but I can explain...

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it made me laugh for about 15 minutes at 4 am ok

Original Character Name: Trixanus “Trixa” Livanis

Age: 27

How They Met Ryder/Shepard:  Trixa was being taken from Kadara Port to work in a brothel, against her will.  She’d been a part of the uprising in the Nexus, and had been exiled as a result. She didn’t want to play by Sloane’s rules so was cast into the slums and the recruiter had taken her.  Cerise Ryder and Anxo, a salarian, had come across her being transported to the brothel.  The recruiter had been left to limp back to Koshak after the squabble and let the asari know not to fuck with Ryder.  Trixa had thought she’d been done for when the petite blonde woman had turned to her and offered her a second chance.  Join their band of mercenaries or let the badlands of Kadara eat her alive. “Literally as there’s a band of cannibals out there.”  Cerise had told her she demanded loyalty from her people, that crossing her meant being adhi food.  Trixa figured that the badlands were just as risky as joining the human, but there had been little choice in the matter.  Trixa had accepted Cerise’s offer and joined up with the mercenary group.

Personality: Trixa is usually the voice of reason of the group.  She and Anxo are the ones who cool down any trouble Lister and Jusca get into.  She doesn’t have much of a temper.  There are only a few things that could get her angry: cruelty for cruelty’s sake and targeting any member of the Serpents.  Cerise and Lister are the two she gets overprotective of.  She has her own ways of getting dextro friendly products, which is Vetra.  

Past: Trixa’s mother was a high ranking turian general on Palaven.  Trixa did what any good turian did and joined the military.  She didn’t have the drive her mother did to climb that turian political ladder.  A disappointment to her mother for sure, but she still was an obedient soldier for the turian hierarchy.  Trixa heard about the Andromeda Initiative through a few other turians in the military. She’d gone to investigate the Initiative and had been a good candidate based on her clean record and various awards of good conduct in the military.  Trixa had accepted the offer and left the turian military after being disowned by her mother.

Lyra was teaching Trixa how to make flowercrowns. Trixa poked her tongue out in concentration as she tried to get the braiding perfectly.

“You’re doing great” Lyra encouraged

Trixa finished the attempt. It wasn’t perfect but it was holding.

“You think so?”

“For your first attempt, it’s amazing. Keep practicing and you’ll be as good as Minnie and I are at making them”

“Thanks!”

“Of course... So why’d you wanna learn anyway?”

“I reallu just wanted to spend some time with you since we don’t normally get to”

“Okay. All packed. We’re officially ready to road trip” Lyra declared.

“I call Lyra and Kovacs’ car”

“So do I” Pluck said.

Pluck: alright so, there are ways we could see this as a victory.

Kovacs: I'm inclined to agree with you...