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//The difference between the living and the dead is merely one of location. To see the mountains I take my spyglass. To see beyond the grave, I take my special mirror. To see requires glass. To teleport requires math. Did you know that they all used to be connected? The feyworld and this? The ethereal plane and this? Then Pharasma imposed order. A line of souls. And the planes were split. Turned into a river where the souls are cycled in a neverending fight with entropy. The living and the dead are not that different. The souls and the soulless, the positive and the negative energy planes, Pharasma and the universe-eater in a constant struggle. It's all just rivers.//

 ====== Bio ======


Noxolo fled from her home to escape her overbearing family, who had planned out every aspect of her life. Whispers from dead birds and cow bones told her she could find freedom at the Magaambya, and so she went, not knowing what to expect. What she discovered was a far bigger world than she’d ever dreamt possible, and a chance to unravel the mysteries of the strange whispers she hears. Though highly prone to spacing out during lectures, Noxolo does her best not to take her acceptance at the Magaambya for granted. 
The transition has been rougher on her than she likes to admit, however, and she often finds herself wracked with homesickness and guilt for leaving the family who cared enough about her to plan her life in such detail.

Noxolo dressed as a man to avoid being tracked down while traveling, noticing that many overlooked someone who appeared to be a man if they were searching for a woman. By the time she reached the Magaambya, Noxolo found she preferred her new look and has begun to experiment with various fashions and hairstyles.

Noxolo is accompanied at all times by a bizarre, 2-foot-long pet she refers to as her “snabble,” a creature that resembles a fuzzy cross between a crocodile and a bear cub. The creature has attracted more than its 
fair share of curious scholars, though Noxolo herself seems uninterested in what sort of creature it truly is or where it originally came from.

| Alignment       | LN             |
| Ancestry        | Female Human    |
| Class           | Oracle (Bones)            |
| Branch          | Uzunjati  |
| Hobbies         | Unknown         |
| Notable Skills  | Unknown         |

====== Goals ======
* She hears voices. Whose are they? How can she figure out where they come from.

====== Friends with Mechanical Benefits ======
  - Can attempt to talk with the dead (limited largely to animals at the moment)
  - Turn critical failures into failures
  - Spell: Grave Impressions

====== Additional Info ======
With the granting of the masks with voices, Noxolo can attempt to do research on the masks with you.

====== Quests ======
Currently none