Bippity, boppity, bang! Tee-hee! I'm Trixie, nice to meetcha! I'm just a down home girl from the will and wicked Western Swamps of Lyrie. I'm here to fling spells and raise hell!
— Trixie
Lore[ | ]
Born into a coven of witches that inhabited the Western Swamps of Lyrie to avoid persecution at the hands of the Osirian Navy, Trixie exhibited an exceptional affinity for magic from birth. Tragically, her traditional training was cut short when a surprise raid by the Osirian Navy led to the coven’s lair being set alight with all of them trapped inside. Trixie, who was nearby experimenting with spells she shouldn’t have been, managed to avoid that terrible fate by riding away on the hobby horse broom - named Tempest - that her Mom had made to keep her occupied. Alone, distraught, and scared, Trixie happened upon a lone Rafink gunslinger who was laying low in jungle. The two struck up a friendship born of their shared hatred of the occupiers from Gael and under the Rafink’s tutelage, Trixie learned the skills that would earn her the title of “fastest wand in the West(ern Swamps)” and pave her path to the Trials of Strife.
