Hex #: The only one up (Un-numbered?)
Hex Name: Jade
Your Name: Syeira
Short Bio:
~ Jade, put simply, is a very active Hex. She's constantly on the move, always searching for something to do. And it's not because of boredom, or even because she's a hyper Hex. She's not either. She's just very restless all of the time; a traveling kind of Hex who doesn't have the opportunity to travel. She has boundless, pent up energy that would make her a great hunter, and makes her a great fighter. But surprisingly, she's not an enthusiastic or outwardly energetic Hex. She moves with deliberateness, if not slowness, and when she talks it's in a measured tone that seemingly contrasts with her restless nature. She's even normally calm when dealing with Hex in an average situation, if not tinged with that same restless urging. When the stakes are raised she's anything but calm, however.
In these harsh situations, she's the one to get well out of range of the bomb and live, so to speak. Not the one to defuse the bomb - she doesn't have the patience for that - but she's the type who can react in a split second without an ounce of hesitation or indecision to slow her down. She hardly even has to think about what she is doing. Sometimes this leads to mistakes, but she thinks it's well worth the risk. Jade plunges boldly into everything and deals with the missteps when she's plagued by them. Headstrong and nearly fearless, she'll do anything if she thinks it's the right thing to further her in whatever she is doing. She's hard to convince otherwise once she's made a decision, and she's very determined to reach whatever goals she has.
Jade is very protective of those she is attached to, like family. It's hard to get her to hate you once she holds you as someone she loves, and she'll give those Hex a number of second chances even though she's generally unforgiving when it comes to Hex she hardly knows. ~
Though I was half-asleep, I couldn't really relax until I played my familiar game. Stifling a sigh, I picked my head up off of my paws, pausing to listen to the soft grinds of the black plates rubbing against each other. I didn't want to wake anyone up, but it was doubtful that I would. I tried to sleep away from the others; I had heard that I tossed and turned like the front line of a storm.
'This is such a waste of time,' I thought disdainfully as I rose carefully to my paws. 'And so, so stupid of me. It's a pathetic crutch if I can't even get to sleep without playing this pitiful game.' But the logical thoughts didn't pause my steps. They only made me feel angry with myself for not being able to stop. It wasn't like my game hurt anyone, or even mattered much at all. It was just a sentimental habit, like whispering words to deceased loved ones even though you knew they couldn't hear you. But still, I couldn't help myself.
I resettled myself on the crop of rock that overlooked the rest of the world. My pack was situated practically on the top of Sanctuary, as if the only air that was worth breathing was up here. And it gave us some excellent views, like the one I was gazing down at now. With something like a roll of my eyes, I launched into the routine, which was much simpler than I made it out to be. I merely squinted and looked out over the world, as if to assure myself that there was more than where I was. My eyes roved over the landscapes here, which were molded and changed by the night itself. Shadows made everything look different, but that wasn't the point here. I strained to see everything, to take in all that was out there miles beyond myself. I pushed my vision until it simply could not see further and then, with a huff of annoyance at the little ceremony, padded back to bed.
It was the only way to keep myself from going insane. I wanted to travel badly, to take in all of that world with my own feet. I was so restless here; something pushed up inside of me, threatening to break me in half. It told me to go without looking back, but I couldn't do that. My pack was dear to me, and to travel I would have to become a loner. So I did this every night: looked at the world that wasn't mine to experience and convinced myself that I would leave someday, even if I knew deep down that I'd never separate myself from these Hex. My restless nature gullibly accepted that someday, someday I would be out of here. That was just enough for me to keep my head.