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A long life promises little in the way of fortune.[break][break]

Izelia has lived many lives in Eos, and she has left her marks all across the city. Many secrets, many sins, many virtues mark the road she has walked. And in spite of knowing that this road is ending soon, she fully intends on walking until her legs break down. Izelia defies her age in many ways. She resists her physical failures in every way possible and clings to her virility and youthfulness as much as she possibly can. To many, she is a role model. A steadfast flame that lights the way in the storms of uncertainty. But for every life she's lived, and for every person she used to be, Izelia has felt her fire shrinking ever so slightly.[break][break]

The brighter it burns, the faster it goes out.[break][break]
Knowledge can be a burden when the candlestick of you burns in the mind's eye. There is much left to do, still things left to learn. The city has grown under her guidance, the academy flourished in her wisdom. The fewest people don't know the name Izelia Laroux. Serra's Comet. But with the greying of hair that she wears with pride, the wrinkling of skin people always start talking. Who will follow? Who will lead next? Who will fill the footsteps? Standing on the shoulders of giants isn't easy. Izelia knows this best. A good sense of balance is key. But she is far from finished. There is ember in her yet. And this strange feeling of danger won't leave her. It has been with her all her life. Her gut tells her retirement is still a ways off.