Xinelizé was raised in a quiet border hamlet where the god Alion and the King of Hearts were honored with equal devotion. Her life was shaped by prayer, discipline, and a belief that righteousness guided the world. But everything changed during her final pilgrimage to Hartwynn Castle. What she found there—dark rituals, corrupt preachers, and King Florian Hartwynn reveling in depravity—shattered not only her ideals, but her very faith. Her desperate prayers for his redemption went unanswered. Heartbroken, she fled a celebration that had twisted into something cruel, leaving her loyalty to both crown and god cracked beyond repair.
Spiritually adrift, Xinelizé became vulnerable to the whispered promises of Gothiel, a subtle presence offering the stability she had lost. Yet she refused to surrender herself to darkness. Driven by equal parts fury and hope, she vowed to uncover what had corrupted King Hartwynn—and to heal the sinister soul buried beneath his madness. Now she walks a razor edge between light and shadow, fighting not only for her king’s salvation, but for her own.
Xinelizé stands 5'7" and weighs 135 pounds. Her gentle features and soft mannerisms hide a fierce inner fire. Trained in the House of Alion, she wields mace, morning star, and flail with equal precision. Her sacred armor, Light of the Phoenix, and her flail, Alion’s Cord, both bear the phoenix sigil—its ruby eye glowing whenever her faith surges.
Though her armor resembles the standard vestments of Alion’s clerics, it was secretly refined by King Hartwynn’s personal armorer, granting her agility and freedom of motion. The king’s fascination with her power only deepened her disgust, but when he was forced to choose a champion, he named her without hesitation—binding her to him in one final, bitter way. But the title he forced upon her did not forge enmity; instead, it forged fellowship. Unlike their feuding kings, the chosen champions found no hatred in one another. Drawn together by shared danger, they formed a clandestine band of adventurers known as The Chosen. Their journeys through Tistrofel’s torn depths—wounds opened by the Bone King’s awakening—revealed an underground world of monstrous creatures, unstable magic, and ancient truths buried in the dark. Now, they stand as a fragile shield against the rising tide, each step threatening to pull Xinelizé closer to Gothiel’s shadows… or back into Alion’s light.
