Player Xaolyn
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| ==Ambidextrous Xaolyn has a Broken Mind== | ==Ambidextrous Xaolyn has a Broken Mind== | ||
| - | Flash forward a few months, and hir dedication to the forces of chaos enabled her to do something few had the honor of doing, one notable example being Dara herself, the High Priestess of Discordia: Being an active member of both of Eris's dedicated worshipping forces at once, and she had trained with Sinister Dexter, becoming a member of the Erisian Liberation Front. Of course, being the mentally turbid little faerie sie was, her tendancy towards spewing out random chaos gibberish and generally randomly having her thoughts and emotions twist in non-euclidean directions as she was fed the infinite variability of thoughts, pictures, and sensations of Hyperion's rage-shredded mentality, meant that she was not often able to call upon the gods with which the ELF had rapport. But, the mental clarity she could temporarily summon up by focusing the chaos within her helped her, if only for a short time. This connection with Hyperion did mean her invocations were quite a sight to see, even if only capable for short times though. And she was happy to finally gain the ability to finally "worship" the surrogate sun that provided her with such sights and sounds and feelings and memories. | + | Flash forward a few months, and hir dedication to the forces of chaos enabled hir to do something few had the honor of doing, one notable example being Dara herself, the High Priestess of Discordia: Being an active member of both of Eris's dedicated worshipping forces at once, and sie had trained with Sinister Dexter, becoming a member of the Erisian Liberation Front. Of course, being the mentally turbid little faerie sie was, hir tendancy towards spewing out random chaos gibberish and generally randomly having hir thoughts and emotions twist in non-euclidean directions as sie was fed the infinite variability of thoughts, pictures, and sensations of Hyperion's rage-shredded mentality, meant that sie was not often able to call upon the gods with which the ELF had rapport. But, the mental clarity sie could temporarily summon up by focusing the chaos within hir helped hir, if only for a short time. This connection with Hyperion did mean hir invocations were quite a sight to see, even if only capable for short times though. And sie was happy to finally gain the ability to finally "worship" the surrogate sun that provided hir with such sights and sounds and feelings and memories. |
| Who knows where Xaolyn will go from here? Only time will tell | Who knows where Xaolyn will go from here? Only time will tell | ||
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Leaderboard Rankings
#2 in Age To Level Ratio, Active #3 in Age To Quest Points Ratio, Active #7 in Age, Active #8 in Age To Level Ratio, All Time #10 in Age To Quest Points Ratio, All Time #13 in Age, All Time #23 in Developed Constitution, Active
Fairy Nice to Meetcha
Born 153 years ago in Freehold, as a female, she took quickly to the odd and chaotic nature of her peers and the goddess they worshipped, she knew little of the faerie homeland of Arborlon, although she enjoyed the strange and unusual fruits that would be imported from there, being especially partial to grackle fruit, enjoying the strange effects it had on her speech and mannerisms. Her life continued semi-uneventfully, until she became more than just a casual Eris worshipper, and became a POEE, adapting quickly to the guild's habits and skills.
Fishing for a Dream
Nobody can quite explain what happened next, but one day, while sitting in her microcosm, staring out at the chaotic landscape of the Exoma, a place she wished to better interact with, but couldn't, due to her frail body, common to most of her race, at least the ones who didn't break tradition and tried succeeding at physical vocations. Something snapped in her brain, and got the strange urge to mentally connect with her Imaginary Fish, one of the rare non-sentient creatures with an odd Erisian affinity, that she had received as a pet from Eris herself, from a she had made long ago.
Body by Chaos
It was around this time her femaleness became hermaphroditeness, none can really be sure why, but when asked, Xaolyn would reply "Being female wasn't weird enough.", and sie had also gotten surgery to gain a psychedelically multicolored skincolor, which was reported to have been donated to Kurd a long time ago from a faerie who gained this rare and unique skincolor from a warpstone accident, although other sources say that the faerie was once a different race that could more easily access this skincolor, and just transmigrated into a faerie.
Gone Mental Fission
Either way, as time went on, Xaolyn gained the ability to manipulate hir own subjective reality, feeling what sie wanted, and making what sie did act the way sie wanted, and finally as hir bond became full strength, became a being of two minds, which happened to share the same memories and personalities, but act as two distinct consciousnesses.
Here Comes the Sun
Further down the line, another part of hir brain snapped, and sie felt the sensation of a blazing sun in hir emotions, and dove into the Exoma, a place made a good deal more friendly to hir after sie had become in-tune with hir fish, and tried to seek out a being that could quell these plasma flames. For some reason, sie could not find any plasma beings that day, even though sie could usually find them any other day. Cutting through the Exoma's beings, hoping to make the wildlife more sparse so a plasma being could come out, sie noticed that the things sie was killing were strangely modified metaphysically, fighting with increased ferocity, and disappearing in torrents of seawater when mortally wounded.
Deus Ex Machina
After what felt like hours of searching, sie eventually encountered a sunfish, which sie felt was exactly what sie was looking for, but tragedy happened, before sie could make friends with it, it attacked hir, and sie was forced to kill it. Frustrated and discouraged, sie went to another faerie, who may or may not have been a relative, who had a link to the Kathexon who these sunfish originated from, and summoned hir a much more friendly one, who sie quickly bonded with.
Fairy and Loving in Lost Sanity
The events that happened afterward are blurred and muddled after this, as Xaolyn was no longer sane or cared very much for anything but the present, but sie was happy, and frankly, that's all sie wanted. At one point, cosmic forces intervened, and all hir colors, and that of hir familiars started randomly shifting in a surreal yet enthralling manner, possibly to have hir features on the outside match the way sie felt on the inside.
Ambidextrous Xaolyn has a Broken Mind
Flash forward a few months, and hir dedication to the forces of chaos enabled hir to do something few had the honor of doing, one notable example being Dara herself, the High Priestess of Discordia: Being an active member of both of Eris's dedicated worshipping forces at once, and sie had trained with Sinister Dexter, becoming a member of the Erisian Liberation Front. Of course, being the mentally turbid little faerie sie was, hir tendancy towards spewing out random chaos gibberish and generally randomly having hir thoughts and emotions twist in non-euclidean directions as sie was fed the infinite variability of thoughts, pictures, and sensations of Hyperion's rage-shredded mentality, meant that sie was not often able to call upon the gods with which the ELF had rapport. But, the mental clarity sie could temporarily summon up by focusing the chaos within hir helped hir, if only for a short time. This connection with Hyperion did mean hir invocations were quite a sight to see, even if only capable for short times though. And sie was happy to finally gain the ability to finally "worship" the surrogate sun that provided hir with such sights and sounds and feelings and memories.
Who knows where Xaolyn will go from here? Only time will tell
