Maxita Roseline
Behind the eyes of the fallen

Maxita Roseline is an Immortal, like her mother and father before her. It’s hard
to understand, but at one point, she was happy. She cared. She loved. But she like the
seasons changed.

Maxita (Maxi for short) spent most of her life drifting with her mother, watching
the heroics of her mother as a young kid. She used to stand in the crowd as her mother
planned an assault on the enemy, or when she sewed up a wounded comrade. She
watched with joy and glee as her mother was hailed a hero in the eyes of other. And
Admired that. But things changed. Not for the good.

Ten years passed and her mother returned, along with Jameson and Chimera
from the Pyramid of Night. Though her love was there, it was hollow, different, and
almost pulled the happiness out anyone, including maxi. She watched the cheerful crowds
diminish, and in their place, fire grew. The sounds of cheering, replaced with the sound of
pain and agony.

On fateful day, sounds from the night awoke Maxi in her sleep. It was a bleak
early morning and she emerged to discover her mother at the point of Jameson’s sword.
And with a swifts push, Maxi’s world collapsed. The princess of the once prominent
Crimson Regime, watched her world die away. And wept.

For five years of her life, she drifted the world, seeing the devastation caused by
war and famine. The more she saw, the darker her heart grew. She began to record he
world around her, on what ever was available. And she analyzed what she wrote. And
one day, she saw her opportunity to act.

In a small city outside of Crimson Territory, Maxi saw a gang of mercenaries
from the Dragon Camp attacking the city. She watched for quiet sometime, waiting for
the last man in their group to enter the city. When he did so, Maxi sprang into action.
She ran as fast as she could and cut them off at the gate. With out second delay, she
charged the leader head, a foolish mistake for any person. And in a flash, Maxi was stuck
in a bind. Her sword, deep in his heart. His sword, deep in hers. In that instant she
discovered something. He was dying, yet she wasn’t. But that wasn’t all she learned that
day. She stared at the crowd of people who stood horrified at her.

Death was death. And with that she gained a new understanding of her mother.
Later that night, as she watched the city burn to the ground, good or evil, burning with it,
she smiled for the first time in her life…. Life and Death… Same thing…