Alan Dale doesn't know who left the year old baby with the beautiful, bright, mismatched eyes outside his camp one night as he was traveling back from the lizard kingdoms, but he was instantly struck with the little foundling. He named her Lexi and adopted her for his own.
Alan was an explorer and an archeologist, determined to reconstruct the mysterious technology of the ancient world. Lexi never really had a knack for history, but she loved his stories. She was bold, daring, and crafty, defending their camp from minor monsters by her 13th year. With her father's guidance, she forged her own sword and her own musket. The second is a dangerous and unpredictable weapon—still in need of a good deal of perfecting—based on rusted shards of per-cataclysm weapons.
On her sixteenth birthday, Lexi struck out on her own. At first, she was following the songs in her dreams, wondering who the beautiful woman in the wetlands is, and why is she calling to Lexi?
The White Witch's call to her for intercession has diverted Lexi from that goal. The songs still haunt her dreams, but surely they can wait?
Lexi is proud of her tight young body and displays it boldly in a mail bikini.
She's sometimes considered taking up pipe smoking since leaving her father. She loves the smell from across the campfire, but doesn’t really enjoy the taste. Still, she finds a certain intimacy in offering a gentleman a burning brand to light his pipe.