Xanthium (prime) - Revision history

RAVENNA at 15:56, 26 January 2021

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	[[File:Xanthium extreme final.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|left\|Xanthium Dyvim by Stormyrain]] [[File:Xanthium REDO Dancing SSD.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|right\|Xanthium Dancing by Stormyrain]]		[[File:Xanthium extreme final.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|left\|Xanthium Dyvim by Stormyrain]] [[File:Xanthium REDO Dancing SSD.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|right\|Xanthium Dancing by Stormyrain]]
	[[File:Xanthium Dyvim.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|center\|Xanthium Dyvim, artwork by Enya7 at deviant art]]		[[File:Xanthium Dyvim.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|center\|Xanthium Dyvim, artwork by Enya7 at deviant art]]

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GS4-XERAPHINA: template updated, minor edit to race and culture to fit within parameters

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template updated, minor edit to race and culture to fit within parameters

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	\|\|caption= Xanthium Dyvim by Stormyrain		\|\|caption= Xanthium Dyvim by Stormyrain
	\|race= ~~[[half~~-elf]]		\|race= Half-elf
	\|culture= [[Faendryl]]		\|culture= Faendryl
	\|class=		\|class=
	\|profession= [[Bard]]		\|profession= [[Bard]]

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	\|dislikes= authority and ambiguity		\|dislikes= authority and ambiguity
	\|fears= that no one truly cares for her		\|fears= that no one truly cares for her
			\|instance= Prime
			\|town= Wehnimer's Landing
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	[[File:Xanthium extreme final.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|left\|Xanthium Dyvim by Stormyrain]] [[File:Xanthium REDO Dancing SSD.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|right\|Xanthium Dancing by Stormyrain]]		[[File:Xanthium extreme final.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|left\|Xanthium Dyvim by Stormyrain]] [[File:Xanthium REDO Dancing SSD.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|right\|Xanthium Dancing by Stormyrain]]
	[[File:Xanthium Dyvim.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|center\|Xanthium Dyvim, artwork by Enya7 at deviant art]]		[[File:Xanthium Dyvim.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|center\|Xanthium Dyvim, artwork by Enya7 at deviant art]]

	[[Category:Adventurers]]
	[[Category:Wehnimer's Landing Player Characters]]

GS4-XERAPHINA: GS4-XERAPHINA moved page Xanthium to Xanthium (prime): moving to updated player character page naming convention

2020-11-19T19:19:17Z

GS4-XERAPHINA moved page Xanthium to Xanthium (prime): moving to updated player character page naming convention

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RAVENNA at 14:33, 8 October 2020

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	==History==		==History==
	One summer Ysharra was traveling with her former paramour, Asylum, to visit their Faendryl kin just outside of [[New Ta'Faendryl]], when they were both caught in a strange rift in the heart of [[Wyrdeep Forest]]. Munin, Ysharra's raven companion, managed to avoid the epicenter of the trap, and winged her way to Asylum's father, Dyvim Kalal, who mounted a rescue. It took some time to find, isolate and pierce the interior of rift to get them out, and when they did, both parties discovered that time had flowed differently on either side of the phenomenon, and Ysharra was heavily pregnant. They were taken to Dyvim Kalal's compound, and Ysharra soon gave birth to two daughters, [[Akonite]] and Xanthium.		One summer Ysharra was traveling with her former paramour, [[Asylum]], to visit their Faendryl kin just outside of [[New Ta'Faendryl]], when they were both caught in a strange rift in the heart of [[Wyrdeep Forest]]. Munin, Ysharra's raven companion, managed to avoid the epicenter of the trap, and winged her way to Asylum's father, Dyvim Kalal, who mounted a rescue. It took some time to find, isolate and pierce the interior of rift to get them out, and when they did, both parties discovered that time had flowed differently on either side of the phenomenon, and Ysharra was heavily pregnant. They were taken to Dyvim Kalal's compound, and Ysharra soon gave birth to two daughters, [[Akonite]] and Xanthium.

	Akonite, the elder twin, closely resembles her father, and has often been able to pass as Faendryl, despite her having pale coloring and coal-black hair. She shares those features with the Dyvims, as they had mostly been spared some of the aesthetic affects of living in [[Rhoska-Tor]]. Xanthium, on the other hand, takes after her mother in being very tall, possessing nearly white-blonde hair and alabaster skin. Her human heritage is far more obvious, and while she was accepted by the members of her Faendryl family, she led a much more isolated existence than her sister.		Akonite, the elder twin, closely resembles her father, and has often been able to pass as Faendryl, despite her having pale coloring and coal-black hair. She shares those features with the Dyvims, as they had mostly been spared some of the aesthetic affects of living in [[Rhoska-Tor]]. Xanthium, on the other hand, takes after her mother in being very tall, possessing nearly white-blonde hair and alabaster skin. Her human heritage is far more obvious, and while she was accepted by the members of her Faendryl family, she led a much more isolated existence than her sister.

RAVENNA at 14:17, 20 August 2020

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	=='''Artwork'''==		=='''Artwork'''==
	[[File:Xanthium extreme final.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|left\|Xanthium Dyvim by Stormyrain]] [[File:Xanthium REDO Dancing SSD.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|right\|Xanthium Dancing by Stormyrain]]		[[File:Xanthium extreme final.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|left\|Xanthium Dyvim by Stormyrain]] [[File:Xanthium REDO Dancing SSD.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|right\|Xanthium Dancing by Stormyrain]]
	[[File:Xanthium Dyvim.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|center\|Xanthium Dyvim]]		[[File:Xanthium Dyvim.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|center\|Xanthium Dyvim, artwork by Enya7 at deviant art]]

	[[Category:Adventurers]]		[[Category:Adventurers]]

RAVENNA at 07:47, 19 August 2020

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	Xanthium stands, blowing carefully across the letter's ink, along with the similar one addressed to the magistrate in Moot Hall, and packs everything away, resolving to find one of the town's lithesome runners when she gains the streets once more. She rolls her shoulders in a jaunty little sidestep as she leaves, marveling upon the sky-blue glimmer, and the sunlight through the window panes. This summer would be blessed once more, the dark dreams scattered. Breathe.		Xanthium stands, blowing carefully across the letter's ink, along with the similar one addressed to the magistrate in Moot Hall, and packs everything away, resolving to find one of the town's lithesome runners when she gains the streets once more. She rolls her shoulders in a jaunty little sidestep as she leaves, marveling upon the sky-blue glimmer, and the sunlight through the window panes. This summer would be blessed once more, the dark dreams scattered. Breathe.
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	==Artwork==		=='''Artwork'''==
⚫	[[~~Image~~:Xanthium ~~extreme final~~.~~jpg600px~~\|thumb\|center\|\|Xanthium~~, as drawn by~~ ~~Stormyrain~~]]
			[[File:Xanthium extreme final.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|left\|Xanthium Dyvim by Stormyrain]] [[File:Xanthium REDO Dancing SSD.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|right\|Xanthium Dancing by Stormyrain]]
		⚫	[[File:Xanthium Dyvim.jpg\|350px\|thumb\|center\|Xanthium Dyvim]]

	[[Category:Adventurers]]		[[Category:Adventurers]]

RAVENNA at 07:23, 19 August 2020

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	{{characterprofile		{{characterprofile
	\|name= Xanthium Dyvim		\|name= Xanthium Dyvim
	\|image= [[File:~~Xanthium_Dyvim~~.jpg\|275px\|thumb\|center]]		\|image= [[File:Xanthium kneeling FINAL SSD.jpg\|275px\|thumb\|center]]
	\|\|caption= Xanthium Dyvim: ~~Ennya7~~ ~~at DeviantArt.com~~		\|\|caption= Xanthium Dyvim by Stormyrain
	\|race= [[half-elf]]		\|race= [[half-elf]]
	\|culture= [[Faendryl]]		\|culture= [[Faendryl]]
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	Xanthium stands, blowing carefully across the letter's ink, along with the similar one addressed to the magistrate in Moot Hall, and packs everything away, resolving to find one of the town's lithesome runners when she gains the streets once more. She rolls her shoulders in a jaunty little sidestep as she leaves, marveling upon the sky-blue glimmer, and the sunlight through the window panes. This summer would be blessed once more, the dark dreams scattered. Breathe.		Xanthium stands, blowing carefully across the letter's ink, along with the similar one addressed to the magistrate in Moot Hall, and packs everything away, resolving to find one of the town's lithesome runners when she gains the streets once more. She rolls her shoulders in a jaunty little sidestep as she leaves, marveling upon the sky-blue glimmer, and the sunlight through the window panes. This summer would be blessed once more, the dark dreams scattered. Breathe.

			==Artwork==
			[[Image:Xanthium extreme final.jpg600px\|thumb\|center\|\|Xanthium, as drawn by Stormyrain]]

	[[Category:Adventurers]]		[[Category:Adventurers]]

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	From outside, the hostelry's nightshift innkeeper wandered past the southern end of the upper hallway, making sure all was clean and calm. The night was silent, though he noticed that the Star Room's door had come slightly ajar. Knowing the young Ivasian was in there, he chuckled softly, clearly she and whoever was in there with her had distractions when they went in. As he pulled it shut, he heard the sounds of rustling silk, and smiled again, they were definitely busy! He turned, leaving the hallway to the almost muted tones of struggle and soft, still moans.		From outside, the hostelry's nightshift innkeeper wandered past the southern end of the upper hallway, making sure all was clean and calm. The night was silent, though he noticed that the Star Room's door had come slightly ajar. Knowing the young Ivasian was in there, he chuckled softly, clearly she and whoever was in there with her had distractions when they went in. As he pulled it shut, he heard the sounds of rustling silk, and smiled again, they were definitely busy! He turned, leaving the hallway to the almost muted tones of struggle and soft, still moans.

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			'''Fermata'''

			Xanthium stretched out the flat of her inner thigh across the length of the barre, letting the tension coil and release from the muscle, the last of yesterday's strain ebbing away into her workout. As soon as the spasms stilled, her pulse calmed, and she dismounted, landing upon the hardwood floor into an easy, graceful échappé, her feet and legs light and relaxed. It was good to be home; the Landing's bard guild was its usual refuge, silent, warm, a perfect place to reflect on her week-end, her trip to the Nations, and the news from yesterday's trial.

			Now that she was at rest, Xanthium dropped down to the floor, digging into her knapsack for a length of linen, winding the soft fabric around her breastbone, face, and throat in turn, to dab away the sweat and salt from her skin. Then she removed the silky, brilliant blue iris from her chignon, letting the rich waves and silver-touched curls flow down her back to the floor, while she rummaged until producing her raven quill and some lilac-hued vellum.

			There, on the dance floor, she began to write out the thoughts that had blossomed during her routine, those that pertained to the outcome for Lord Socius Leiffen, the Headsman of Mist Harbor. Barrister Faerinn, despite losing the trial in a nominal sense, had won the war, it seemed. Thus, she saw a path to perhaps soothe the tension 'pon both sides, and make a little headway of reconciliation, too. The other musings and passions that visited her in the realm of the devant, the tendu and so on would remain her own, until she chose to share them.

			Lord Leiffen,

			I hope this missive finds you well, and that the request within is one to your liking, as I believe it will accomplish some of what the magistrate has asked of you, and not be a hardship to you or the island folk that you serve and protect. And what's more, will give those I love, the Landing and its needful many, a true gesture of kindness and succor, in light of what you have all suffered.

			You entered into an agreement with my mentor and liege, Imperatrix Lylia Rashere Faendryl, where you agreed to provide some manner of sustenance to the Landing, when she was still Mayor and the town in the grips of Naimorai Kestral's blight. While we hope that the blight is waning, it lingered deep into the planting season, and it seems certain that the crops will not last the winter. Thus, I ask that the greater part of what you offer, should you and the Landing magistrate agree, to be a regular shipment of what the Island can spare, particularly stock such as rice, coconuts and tree nuts, which are richly nutritive and require no preservation. I would be more than happy, in my position as Emissary to House Brigatta and Lady Lylia, to act as liaison in this effort.

			Let us put the dead to rest, even if they lost their lives due to the actions of those who used us, in turn. Let us feed and comfort those who are still here, and turn our laments into a cautious, tremulous new chorale. Hope needs a little help here and there, and while you may not feel it, yet, and may never, the end of this savage act can be salvaged into a bow of joined cooperation, and budding strength. Lord Faerinn, your capable barrister, is my colleague in Brigatta, and I am certain that he will be of great help to us both, and the Landing and Harbor, too.

			Yours in Service,
			Emissary Xanthium Dyvim


			Xanthium stands, blowing carefully across the letter's ink, along with the similar one addressed to the magistrate in Moot Hall, and packs everything away, resolving to find one of the town's lithesome runners when she gains the streets once more. She rolls her shoulders in a jaunty little sidestep as she leaves, marveling upon the sky-blue glimmer, and the sunlight through the window panes. This summer would be blessed once more, the dark dreams scattered. Breathe.

	[[Category:Adventurers]]		[[Category:Adventurers]]

RAVENNA: /* Biographic excerpts */

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	'''Berceuse'''		'''Berceuse'''

	Xanthium let the latch fall into its cradle, pausing there to take a long breath, her knitted brow pressed on the dark wood door. The room was the star-themed suite in the Cysaegir Hostelry, and had become her favored sleep chamber east of the Dragonspine, at least, while she was alone. Indeed, the room still held a hint of blood orange; the citrus tang was comforting refugee from her meager evening meal earlier. Her next breath filled her nose with the sweet scent, and finally she turned, twirling on tip-toe with a grace she did not feel, and faced the small room.		Xanthium let the latch fall into its cradle, pausing there to take a long breath, her knitted brow pressed on the dark wood door. The room was the star-themed suite in the Cysaegir Hostelry, and had become her favored sleep chamber east of the Dragonspine, at least, while she was alone. Indeed, the room still held a hint of blood orange; the citrus tang was a comforting refugee from her meager evening meal earlier. Her next breath filled her nose with the sweet scent, and finally she turned, twirling on tip-toe with a grace she did not feel, and faced the small room.

	The incandescent white orbs that roosted in the dark grey room's corners beguiled her, flashing brightly enough that her eyes were immediately drawn to the chamber's main decorative element, the crystal dancer before the bed. Xanthium continued her ball change step over to the statue, and stopped in front of the shimmering Aelotoi figure, thinking how the gentle curves and shining wings reminded her of her friend Traiva. The dancer was large enough to block her enemy in the room, the sleighbed with snowy-white sheets waiting for her. Sighing from the effort of staying on her arches, Xanthium finally dropped down to a walk, and crossed the rest of the distance to the head of the bed.		The incandescent white orbs that roosted in the dark grey room's corners beguiled her, flashing brightly enough that her eyes were immediately drawn to the chamber's main decorative element, the crystal dancer before the bed. Xanthium continued her ball change step over to the statue, and stopped in front of the shimmering Aelotoi figure, thinking how the gentle curves and shining wings reminded her of her friend Traiva. The dancer was large enough to block her enemy in the room, the sleighbed with snowy-white sheets waiting for her. Sighing from the effort of staying on her arches, Xanthium finally dropped down to a walk, and crossed the rest of the distance to the head of the bed.
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	The next few battles were humbling. She disrobed down to her chemise, and each layer of clothing gone made her vulnerability closer, more tacit. By the time she got in bed, she was ashamed to see she was trembling. Her final task was to unwrap the curious and horrible gift from Jaysehn, the witchwood figurine of a crying child. She did so quickly, placing it upon the bedside table, and gave it a final, studying gaze. Hauntingly lifelike in its appearance, the child kneels, pitifully weeping away its sorrows. Still dressed in its bed-clothes, its emaciated arms grasp feebly at the remnants of a torn stuffed bear. Jaysehn claimed that this effigy would draw her night terrors to it, that she'd struggled with since her childhood.		The next few battles were humbling. She disrobed down to her chemise, and each layer of clothing gone made her vulnerability closer, more tacit. By the time she got in bed, she was ashamed to see she was trembling. Her final task was to unwrap the curious and horrible gift from Jaysehn, the witchwood figurine of a crying child. She did so quickly, placing it upon the bedside table, and gave it a final, studying gaze. Hauntingly lifelike in its appearance, the child kneels, pitifully weeping away its sorrows. Still dressed in its bed-clothes, its emaciated arms grasp feebly at the remnants of a torn stuffed bear. Jaysehn claimed that this effigy would draw her night terrors to it, that she'd struggled with since her childhood.

	She turned from it, and as she laid back upon the silken pillows, she began the first few hums of a soft lullaby. When she settled, she put her power into it, and felt the soporific magic start to ~~talk~~ hold of her, soothing her rampant pulse into a calmer rhythm. Tonight, to test this figurine's power, she wasn't going to escape into insomnia, she would force herself to sleep with her dulcet song. Just as she was about to drift away, the corner of her heavily-lidded eyes caught the flicker of the door opening. She tried to will herself up, feeling frightened anew, but her body would not respond, the lullaby had claimed her. Her heart clamored and rang, but the limbs and lungs surrounding it slumbered on. Paralyzed, she could only watch, dazed, as a figure strode into the room.		She turned from it, and as she laid back upon the silken pillows, she began the first few hums of a soft lullaby. When she settled, she put her power into it, and felt the soporific magic start to take hold of her, soothing her rampant pulse into a calmer rhythm. Tonight, to test this figurine's power, she wasn't going to escape into insomnia, she would force herself to sleep with her dulcet song. Just as she was about to drift away, the corner of her heavily-lidded eyes caught the flicker of the door opening. She tried to will herself up, feeling frightened anew, but her body would not respond, the lullaby had claimed her. Her heart clamored and rang, but the limbs and lungs surrounding it slumbered on. Paralyzed, she could only watch, dazed, as a figure strode into the room.

	"You and I need to have a little talk, Xandi." Seated now at the end of the bed was her mother, Ysharra's soft tones belying her ominous words and intrusion. Xanthium tried to respond, and once more felt nothing save the ache of fear in her throat. Not real, none of this is real...		"You and I need to have a little talk, Xandi." Seated now at the end of the bed was her mother, Ysharra's soft tones belying her ominous words and intrusion. Xanthium tried to respond, and once more felt nothing save the ache of fear in her throat. Not real, none of this is real...