​Once there was a thriving city, led by the Luna, they were people of restlessness, advancement, change. Hands led by their imaginations. Not even the buildings in the city of Naeris stayed the same for long.

It was right on track to becoming the most advanced city in the world, recovering to a point where once civilization had been before The Core War. Even their divine magic and beliefs were intertwined in a balance with their technological and arcane advancement, allowing for the equivalent of candidates for future Champions of the deities patrons of the city.

Born with the name Sherriala to earn, Sherri had been one of the very few children taught the dying line of druidic magic: evolution. This granted her the ability to rapidly evolve features alike to other beasts to adapt to situations. Constant training of these abilities took time away from her parents, who especially wished to train her in the more common magics of nature to become a druid.  Nevertheless, she and her family and all the rest, thrived.

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So it seems almost inevitable that something would seek to ruin the concentration of growth. In this case, a corruption. Spreading like a rash, darkness as dark as a shadow crawled over the skin of the Luna and turned them into mindless savages in the process. So quickly, so efficiently that all others that called Naeris home were quickly wiped out. Then the infected Luna, simply turned on each other or themselves in a sort of self-destruct or ceased to live by some natural end to the sickness. Sherri and the other few Vestus Chosen children were the only few to survive being infected for no other reason than they seemed able to change their skin colour, trapping the shadow in its tracks. And were only saved from the beasts the other had become by sheltering in the Vetsus temple. There, the Sol found them.

With no clue what to do with the children and how to cure the corruption, they were taken to Ribosa (the plane of dreams) in hopes that they would remain safe from time, therefore slowing the corruption's spread. And this seemed to work. However, on the outside world, they also seemed to be... forgotten.

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Eventually, after who knows how long, someone came for them. They were brought to the great city Arkhelium. Where they began to be poked, prodded, and slowly but surely, experimented on. It was by pure luck that Sherri had the faintest druidic training that she was able to escape with a shifted form.

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Now on the run, she had to run far. Leaving the empire behind and eventually, she found her way to Aeraius, the Amorphe tribe dedicated to protecting the Seam of the Air Vacosia. Here, she was able to learn more about druidic magic under the tutelage of a literal Bear, but was still kept at arms reach from the rest, should her corruption spread. But she was happy, she had a place finally. Right? Until she didn't, for their own sake, she willingly left and that's how she found her way into an odd group that would eventually be dubbed: Hex Harmany

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