Nixanne "Nix" Severin
Alias: Two-Faced Librarian
Overall Record: 0 - 5
LAW Record: 0 - 1
Role: Face
General Appearance
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Alias: Two-Faced Librarian
Overall Record: 0 - 5
LAW Record: 0 - 1
Role: Face
General Appearance
This image is currently AI generated, an actual commission is currently in progress and will replace this image when finished.
Biological Information:
Age: 24
Birthday: February 5th
Height: 5'7 (170 cm)
Weight: 155 lbs (70 kg)
Ethnicity: French-American
Combat Grade:
Offense: D
Defense: E
Speed: D
IQ: B
Experience: D
Potential: E
Wrestling Info:
Style: Technician / Freestyle
Nix is usually a technical wrestler, using many skills taught by her mother. However, her tendency to get swept up in passion often results in a loss of technical ability, and may devolve into a more instinctive, more primal form of wrestling. One that relies heavier on physicality rather than technical skill. She also never taps out or submits and will continue to struggle until her last breath.
Signature Moves:
- Les Fleur du Mal: Sit-Out Powerbomb.
- La Recherche du Temps Perdu: An STF submission hold
- La Bete Humaine: Seated Senton
- Madame Bovary: A Powerful Uppercut
Theme Song:
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Personal Information:
Hometown: San Francisco, California
Personality Type (MBTI): INFJ
Likes: Troy, French Literature, Coffee, Fighting Games, Wrestling
Dislikes: Spiders, Bullies
Personality:
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Nix presents herself as quiet and analytical, but beneath all of that is a girl who is also incredibly passionate. She blends scrappy resilience with bursts of surprising strength, using momentum and improvisation rather than rigid sequences. She values authenticity and character. Though she can be sarcastic and sharp-witted, her humor is a shield for a heart that cares profoundly. She is not dazzled by prestige, nor intimidated by reputation; she evaluates people by sincerity. However, she has a tendency to take herself a little too seriously sometimes, a habit that Troy is trying to get her to kick.
Nix is driven less by victory and more by conviction. She feels every win and every loss. She competes with her whole heart, sometimes to her own detriment, because for her, the fight itself is sacred. She is passionate, instinctual, and willing to endure discomfort in pursuit of growth. Loss devastates her not because of pride alone, but because she invests so much of herself in every attempt. She is brave enough to fail publicly and stubborn enough to return afterward. Where others might focus on dominance, she focuses on storytelling, connection, and emotional truth. Her greatest strength is her resilience powered by her belief in her own success.
Nix is driven less by victory and more by conviction. She feels every win and every loss. She competes with her whole heart, sometimes to her own detriment, because for her, the fight itself is sacred. She is passionate, instinctual, and willing to endure discomfort in pursuit of growth. Loss devastates her not because of pride alone, but because she invests so much of herself in every attempt. She is brave enough to fail publicly and stubborn enough to return afterward. Where others might focus on dominance, she focuses on storytelling, connection, and emotional truth. Her greatest strength is her resilience powered by her belief in her own success.
Lore:
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Nixanne "Nix" Severin grew up in San Francisco with her sister, Karella, to a single mother, Julia Severin. She lived tucked between fog-heavy mornings and the quiet comfort of bookshelves. The city gave her anonymity, and she learned early to like it. Despite the fire she carries into the ring, Nix was always surprisingly introverted. She was always more comfortable observing than performing, listening rather than speaking, which made her eventual gravitation toward librarianship feel almost inevitable. It was quiet, orderly, and mercifully low-drama.
That said, anyone expecting the usual image of a librarian is quickly forced to recalibrate. Nix is not your average keeper of the stacks. For one, she is, inconveniently, drop-dead gorgeous—a fact her boyfriend, Troy, would be more than happy to announce at length if given the opportunity. More conspicuously, she’s solidly, unmistakably muscular, a detail that hasn’t gone unnoticed by more than a few students, even beneath the oversized cardigans and sweaters she favors. Nix hates the attention and would much rather people focus on the books, but exposure comes with the territory. Fortunately, Troy has taken it upon himself to help her acclimate, mostly by joking about it until she rolls her eyes and stops pretending she doesn’t hear the whispers.
Wrestling entered her life through her mother, who loved it not as cheap spectacle but as long-form emotional storytelling with folding chairs. A former wrestler herself, Julia raised Nix and Kara on the idea that wrestling was feelings made physical: heroes clawing their way up, villains reveling in cruelty, triumph earned the hard way, humiliation survived, and resilience forged in front of a crowd that might cheer or might laugh. Watching matches together became their shared language, the rare space where Nix could experience intensity without having to explain herself or say a word.
Julia never bothered teaching her daughters how to win—that part, she insisted, sorted itself out. Instead, she taught them how to care: how to invest, how to hurt, how to get back up anyway. That lesson stuck harder than any supplex. To Nix, wrestling was never about dominance or looking invincible; it was about being honest in public, about letting the crowd see the cracks and fighting through them anyway. If it hurt, Julia always said, that just meant it mattered.
By the time she met Troy in college, she had already chosen her path. However, he was impossible not to notice—talented, charismatic, carrying a last name that echoed through arenas and lingered in conversations long after games ended. She kept her distance at first. He asked her out. She declined. More than once. Not because he lacked appeal—quite the opposite—but because she refused to risk becoming a footnote in someone else’s story, or worse, an ornament to a spotlight that had never belonged to her.
Everything shifted the night he found her after another wrestler dismantled her under the arena lights.
She had stayed behind long after the crowd dispersed, still in her gear, a towel-wrapped bag of melting ice pressed to her knee. The defeat had been clean and undeniable. The ring had told the truth about her weakness, and it stung. She hadn’t wanted comfort. She hadn’t wanted witnesses.
Troy showed up anyway.
He didn’t offer clichés. He didn’t promise revenge or tell her she’d get him next time. Instead, he sat beside her and told her a story about his father’s first season in the pros—about getting steamrolled by a veteran and the humbling experience that followed. After driving her back, he admitted something he rarely said aloud: that sometimes he didn’t know whether he was skating because he loved hockey or because it was what a Mikkelsen did. That sometimes success felt inherited instead of chosen. Prewritten instead of earned.
They talked for hours. About pressure—hers rooted in passion, his in expectation. About weakness as information instead of failure. To care enough that losing hurt and still walk back into the ring. He listened the way few people ever had.
By the time the sun threatened the edges of the sky, something had shifted between them. There was no grand confession. No dramatic moment. Just a quiet understanding that they had seen something real in each other. When he asked her out again after that night, she said yes.
Now, with hard-earned experience and more bruises than trophies to her name, Nix steps into LAW chasing something bigger than easy wins. She’s there for the challenge: new fighters, new styles, and the chance to measure herself against people who are unequivocally better than she is. She knows the odds aren’t in her favor, knows she’s probably not walking out on top, and accepts it.
But that’s the point. LAW isn’t about validation or proving she belongs anymore; it’s about pressure, growth, and finding out how much she can endure without losing herself. If she gets beaten, she’ll get beaten honestly. And if she manages to stand her ground—even for a moment—then that moment will mean everything.
That said, anyone expecting the usual image of a librarian is quickly forced to recalibrate. Nix is not your average keeper of the stacks. For one, she is, inconveniently, drop-dead gorgeous—a fact her boyfriend, Troy, would be more than happy to announce at length if given the opportunity. More conspicuously, she’s solidly, unmistakably muscular, a detail that hasn’t gone unnoticed by more than a few students, even beneath the oversized cardigans and sweaters she favors. Nix hates the attention and would much rather people focus on the books, but exposure comes with the territory. Fortunately, Troy has taken it upon himself to help her acclimate, mostly by joking about it until she rolls her eyes and stops pretending she doesn’t hear the whispers.
Wrestling entered her life through her mother, who loved it not as cheap spectacle but as long-form emotional storytelling with folding chairs. A former wrestler herself, Julia raised Nix and Kara on the idea that wrestling was feelings made physical: heroes clawing their way up, villains reveling in cruelty, triumph earned the hard way, humiliation survived, and resilience forged in front of a crowd that might cheer or might laugh. Watching matches together became their shared language, the rare space where Nix could experience intensity without having to explain herself or say a word.
Julia never bothered teaching her daughters how to win—that part, she insisted, sorted itself out. Instead, she taught them how to care: how to invest, how to hurt, how to get back up anyway. That lesson stuck harder than any supplex. To Nix, wrestling was never about dominance or looking invincible; it was about being honest in public, about letting the crowd see the cracks and fighting through them anyway. If it hurt, Julia always said, that just meant it mattered.
By the time she met Troy in college, she had already chosen her path. However, he was impossible not to notice—talented, charismatic, carrying a last name that echoed through arenas and lingered in conversations long after games ended. She kept her distance at first. He asked her out. She declined. More than once. Not because he lacked appeal—quite the opposite—but because she refused to risk becoming a footnote in someone else’s story, or worse, an ornament to a spotlight that had never belonged to her.
Everything shifted the night he found her after another wrestler dismantled her under the arena lights.
She had stayed behind long after the crowd dispersed, still in her gear, a towel-wrapped bag of melting ice pressed to her knee. The defeat had been clean and undeniable. The ring had told the truth about her weakness, and it stung. She hadn’t wanted comfort. She hadn’t wanted witnesses.
Troy showed up anyway.
He didn’t offer clichés. He didn’t promise revenge or tell her she’d get him next time. Instead, he sat beside her and told her a story about his father’s first season in the pros—about getting steamrolled by a veteran and the humbling experience that followed. After driving her back, he admitted something he rarely said aloud: that sometimes he didn’t know whether he was skating because he loved hockey or because it was what a Mikkelsen did. That sometimes success felt inherited instead of chosen. Prewritten instead of earned.
They talked for hours. About pressure—hers rooted in passion, his in expectation. About weakness as information instead of failure. To care enough that losing hurt and still walk back into the ring. He listened the way few people ever had.
By the time the sun threatened the edges of the sky, something had shifted between them. There was no grand confession. No dramatic moment. Just a quiet understanding that they had seen something real in each other. When he asked her out again after that night, she said yes.
Now, with hard-earned experience and more bruises than trophies to her name, Nix steps into LAW chasing something bigger than easy wins. She’s there for the challenge: new fighters, new styles, and the chance to measure herself against people who are unequivocally better than she is. She knows the odds aren’t in her favor, knows she’s probably not walking out on top, and accepts it.
But that’s the point. LAW isn’t about validation or proving she belongs anymore; it’s about pressure, growth, and finding out how much she can endure without losing herself. If she gets beaten, she’ll get beaten honestly. And if she manages to stand her ground—even for a moment—then that moment will mean everything.
Relationships:
- Matthew LeBlanc (Estranged Father)
- Julia Severin (Mother)
- Karella "Kara" Severin (Younger Twin Sister)
- Troy Mikkelsen (Boyfriend)
Fun Facts:
- Aside from wrestling, Nix is an avid sports fan. She supports the San Jose Sharks and the San Francisco Giants.
- Nixanne absolutely hates wearing contact lenses, so she wears her glasses into the ring, even if they get in the way.
- Nixanne and Karella are fraternal twins. Nix was born 20 minutes earlier, which she jokingly dubs "the best 20 minutes of her life".
- Julia was the one responsible for naming Nixanne and also taught her how to speak French.
- All of Nixanne's moves are named after her favorite pieces of French Literature.
- Nixanne was very young when her parents divorced. For as long as she's known, she was raised by her single mother and has no relationship with her father.
- Nixanne brews incredibly strong coffee. Troy has remarked that it tastes like mixing charcoal with uranium.
Match History:
L.A.W. Matches
One for the Books: Nixanne Severin (D) vs Bengal
Perfectly Imperfect: Nixanne vs Amity
The Match No Mortal Wins: Nixanne Severin vs Kaelara Tripathi
Daughters of the Ring: Nixanne Severin vs Allen Riley
Couples Collision: Nix and Troy vs The Green Machine
Sibling Bonds: Severin Sisters vs BauBau Sisters
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Result: Loss Via Pinfall
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Result: Ongoing
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Result: Ongoing
Non-L.A.W. Matches
The Elegant Defeat of the Rookies: Nixanne and Troy vs The Butler and The Maid
A Picture Perfect Defeat: Nixanne and Troy vs Barbie and Ken
Arrows of Love and Pain: Nix and Troy vs The Cupids
Frankenstein's Fun: Nix and Troy vs Nocturne
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Result: Loss
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Result: Loss
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Result: Loss
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Result: Loss
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