Ixia

Leader of Bad Soul and self-proclaimed inventor, she wields a homemade weapon powered by a Starlium reactor. Born into a tribe of sand hunters, Ixia was shaped by the harsh desert environment to become a cunning leader from a young age. While most Sand Hunters only care about plundering, Ixia has always had a penchant for inventing gadgets and believed that science should not be a tool reserved only for scholars in Eruditio. Ixia has always lived by its own rules, like the ever-changing sands of Agelta's barren lands. ===Sandstorm at SnakeboneTavern === "It's a heist, hands where I can see!" "These beautiful books, I will take them from your hands. She is the leader of Bad Soul who "takes" the books of others only to invent them. She has been shaped into a cunning leader by the harsh desert environment. While believing that science should not be a tool for only a few, she is determined to make her way! How will she continue to invent her gadgets and live by her own rules like the ever-changing sands of the barren lands from Agelta? Hit the link below and discover the story of Bad.

It's a stick, hands where I can see! Put away your gold, it's no use to me. But these beautiful books, I will take them from your hands. Now go this way, before you get lost in these sands. —Ixia, boss of Bad Soul (7 years)

The whole place looked like it was about to collapse. Gravel seeped through the cracks in the windows, hitting the cups like bullets. But at that moment, the traveler would rather brave the sandstorm outside than spend another second at Snakebone Tavern. The traveler had come from the Moniyan Empire, intending to take advantage of the Festival of Lights to study at Eruditio. He couldn't believe his luck in finding a place to spend the night this far out in the desert. Until a group of sand hunters sat down at the table next to him and started complaining about their latest job. He wrapped himself tightly in his cloak and pretended to enjoy the gritty soup in front of him, trying not to look like their next victim.

"That's enough alcohol... I'm not in the mood. You know, I don't regret shooting that kid, but now it's coming to me suddenly, like a sandworm crawling through my head. The last time we had a sandstorm this bad was when Ixia was born. It was sixteen years ago, on a night so dark you couldn't even see your own gun in your hands. Her mother, then the boss of Bad Soul, had gotten lost in the desert and was about to give birth But as things happened, a shooting star flew over Eruditio and lit the way to Ixia's birth.

Ixia has always been a smart child. She learned how to load a gun before she could even walk straight. Sigh... It's a shame she got into such bad habits. She was only seven years old when she flew for the first time. And what was his loot? A stack of books! Can you believe this? What kind of sand hunter steals books? And from then on, she would always target caravans heading to Eruditio, just to return with bags of dusty books. She said she wanted to be an inventor... What a naive little fool! She kept inventing all this useless crap... A grill made with a guitar, a swimming contraption in the desert... Damn, my boy almost drowned in that quicksand! And... Huh?! Who is making this noise? »

The traveler pretended to choke on his soup to hide his sudden burst of laughter. An outlaw who loved to read? He had never heard of such a thing. Filled with curiosity about this person from Ixia, the traveler silently moved his stool closer to the noisy table.

"It had nothing to do with her inventions anyway. I took this shot to uphold the customs of this country. I couldn't believe it when her mother passed the leadership of Bad Soul to Ixia. She was smaller than my rifle, but she dared to sit so high above her predecessors. I often encountered her on our hunts. She was fearless and a natural marksman, and as the eldest, I planned to watch over her, but she despised us for taking unarmed civilians! She even went out of her way to return everything we stole! A crook with a conscience... That girl really doesn't know what's best for her until she comes face to face with the barrel of a gun.

The traveler was recaptured because he had a keen interest in medical devices. Maybe he could exchange knowledge with this Ixia...

KNOCK! A knife fell and nearly split the table as the leader of the group cleared his throat angrily.

"Idiots! You deserve to have suffered under her thumb all these years. Who cares about her inventions, or even the dishonor among thieves? Ixia's greatest mistake was incurring Eruditio's wrath. Think about it! When did the winds of this desert turn against us? Eruditio's Rangers spent years trying to hold us back, but courage and gunfire got us through the worst. But since then that they found out that Ixia was inventing things, they They thought we were out to take what was theirs! They came to our land, installed pumps and generators, then lured our men into taking their so-called "stable jobs". exhibition. What a laugh she was stopped by a guard before she could even enter. They broke her craft and made her the laughing stock of these lands.

BOOM! The tavern door opened suddenly, and the onslaught of wind and sand almost knocked the traveler off his stool.

“These are my stories to tell.”

The traveler adjusted his glasses just in time to see the figure pull out a pair of strange gadgets.

“But I’ll give your widows something to tell!”

And that's when the bullets started flying. Making an exquisite arc around the traveler, Ixia's shots were aimed at the three Sand Hunters behind him. The traveler dove under the table and kept his mouth shut. He watched in terror as a pair of spiked boots approached and stopped right in front of his table.

"Bullets that can arc, inspired by the sandworms of this desert. What do you think, stranger?"

With great interest, Ixia half-bent down and lifted the cloak that tightly enveloped the traveler, as if to admire a new invention.

"Hmm... The smell of shoe polish and leather. It hasn't gone away even after coming all this way, has it Mr. Moniyan shoemaker?"

As Ixia vividly revealed her identity, the traveler's face blushed a bright red. The template was in place. How could a simple shoemaker hope to become an academic? Eruditio would definitely have made fun of him the same way they made fun of Ixia. He should just go home and leave this terrible journey behind him.

But on the spur of the moment, the traveler found the courage to ask a question.

“D-D-Do you think I can become an academic at Eruditio?”

"Hell if I know," Ixia shrugged as she grabbed the traveler's bag. "But in this wilderness, no one can tell you which way is right or wrong. It is said that sand hunters cannot be inventors, and inventors cannot be outlaws." Ixia smirked and took out a few books from the bag for herself. “But who are they to define us?”

The traveler was taken back by his words and lost himself for a moment in his thoughts. Collecting her loot, Ixia was halfway to the door when she turned around one last time.

“You must carve your own path, just like the ever-changing sands.”

===The past of the big boss===

===Outlaw===

===Who is Nolan?===

===Savior===