Cheyenne was always a kind child, and noted to be the most beautiful of the Gixx children, aside from her sister Anntionette. She was trained for well over 200 years by Hades himself, alongside her brother, Jean Paul. She's very skilled and fast, as well as being a master at her weapons of choice. Although very intelligent, she lacks clarity of thought, thereby causing her to make rash and hasty decisions at times.

Cheyenne's relation to the rest of the family is a rich one, for she has always been very family-oriented. She often claims that the only man that she truley trusts is her brother, Jean Paul, who she also claims to be her best friend. Her mother and herself have had many falling-outs, and reconcilations, for that matter, but the relationship has been drastically thwarted by her mother's unfortunate bout with insanity. Her sister, Anntionette, has often claimed to idolize Cheyenne, and Cheyene loves her very much. It is almost definate that Cheyenne will for the rest of her days see Annie as a child, which may work out to her advantage, as Cheyenne would gladly protect any of her siblings with her own life. Her Aunt Julianna, along with most of her branch of the family, despised Chey with what they considered to be her weakness, although Chey always treats them with the kindest nature, as she does everyone within the family.

Bless'd

The sun shines brightly now and a world buds to the core, brimming with the hope of these new days. I look out upon this land, the lush greens are enchanting to the eye, provoking my natural lust, and it is such: so inebriated with the thought of growth. We're so pregnant with our purpose, that we nurture and hold dear. The cursed days have turned to a welcome change, and we look to the morning with a child's eyes, as if we've never looked upon it before.

These corners hold secrets, the breath of which speaks to the meek-minded, in ignorance of wealth and power. We are saved by our own hands, and this world dances lightly on the shoulders of these.

Blessed be these hours, the countless penance for the pain in which we live. All pain and indecision melts away in the iridescent beauty of tomorrow. Hold hope and peace, look with your tenderness unto the new morn, and nurture it, lest you lose the beauty. I come as a messenger, and I learn by the words of elders...speak unto me, and speak jovially, for the world smiles upon the weakest child.