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Oh, she hummed; how I love to dance a little sidestep. The rustling of the vruuls’ vestigial wings blended with the rippling of her jade green robes as she dodged their advance, and countered with a sweep of the lance, knocking them both off their clawed feet. Her next notes crested across their misshapen skulls, seconds before the lance crushed them in. Xanthium’s voice rang out, pushing the dust from shredded vruuls away, and the force of the blow vaunted her into the air, landing in a pretty spill of a plié. The swell of music rose and fell with her chain of leaps and twirls across the ebon floor. Here, she could sing all that she felt with no one to hide it from.
Oh, she hummed; how I love to dance a little sidestep. The rustling of the vruuls’ vestigial wings blended with the rippling of her jade green robes as she dodged their advance, and countered with a sweep of the lance, knocking them both off their clawed feet. Her next notes crested across their misshapen skulls, seconds before the lance crushed them in. Xanthium’s voice rang out, pushing the dust from shredded vruuls away, and the force of the blow vaunted her into the air, landing in a pretty spill of a plié. The swell of music rose and fell with her chain of leaps and twirls across the ebon floor. Here, she could sing all that she felt with no one to hide it from.


[[Juspera]], her eyes and grin filled with guile, the defiant plucks of a shamisen’s strings swirling about Xanthium’s melody, with hazy outlines of tiny manacles in her wake. The soulful, plaintive pitch of the shawm surfaced from the storm-hued eyes of Traiva’s ethereal beauty, chased by poetic, secret sapphire chords of Lynaera’s richly-trilled mandolin. A rousing rat-a-tat-tat skittered about her leaping feet, as two ghostly foxes chased one another to the patter of a tambourine’s thrum, followed by a whimsy of fife-piping that coalesced into one of [[An Ordim|Ordim]]’s muffins and Mellny’s raven-black pigtails. [[Faerinn]]’s honey-hued curls blended into a playful kora’s strumming, as his warm smile over Selbi’s office door became the only truly righteous act she’d ever known. There, in the heat of her dance, amid the glimmer of balefire green, [[Lylia]]’s poised, elegant hands and questing eyes keyed into a dulcimer’s hypnotic skirls of sound. Lord Feydark gazed over them all with his ashen serpent winding across the stone, the hissing cymbals rolling along like flickering scales. Xanthium lost her step over the next alabaster face, nearly falling in the stone hall as the giantess’ voice cut through her song with a banshee wail.
[[Juspera]], her eyes and grin filled with guile, the defiant plucks of a shamisen’s strings swirling about Xanthium’s melody, with hazy outlines of tiny manacles in her wake. The soulful, plaintive pitch of the shawm surfaced from the storm-hued eyes of Traiva’s ethereal beauty, chased by poetic, secret sapphire chords of Lynaera’s richly-trilled mandolin. A rousing rat-a-tat-tat skittered about her leaping feet, as two ghostly foxes chased one another to the patter of a tambourine’s thrum, followed by a whimsy of fife-piping that coalesced into one of [[An Ordim|Ordim]]’s muffins and Mellny’s raven-black pigtails. Faerinn’s honey-hued curls blended into a playful kora’s strumming, as his warm smile over Selbi’s office door became the only truly righteous act she’d ever known. There, in the heat of her dance, amid the glimmer of balefire green, [[Lylia]]’s poised, elegant hands and questing eyes keyed into a dulcimer’s hypnotic skirls of sound. Lord Feydark gazed over them all with his ashen serpent winding across the stone, the hissing cymbals rolling along like flickering scales. Xanthium lost her step over the next alabaster face, nearly falling in the stone hall as the giantess’ voice cut through her song with a banshee wail.


She stopped, and let the grief-stricken discord take over, becoming part of the wave of sound rushing across the landscape, before adding the next call: a keening lament, for those who sang their last, or became undone in the days of deception and desperation. [[Selbi]], [[Socius]], and even [[Nehor]], his pretty face falling from his amused, triumphant smirk into a well of pain; the mad dash down from a harp’s shoulder to its brace, foreboding and consuming.
She stopped, and let the grief-stricken discord take over, becoming part of the wave of sound rushing across the landscape, before adding the next call: a keening lament, for those who sang their last, or became undone in the days of deception and desperation. [[Selbi]], [[Socius]], and even [[Nehor]], his pretty face falling from his amused, triumphant smirk into a well of pain; the mad dash down from a harp’s shoulder to its brace, foreboding and consuming.

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Xanthium Dyvim
Xanthium Dyvim.jpg
Xanthium Dyvim: Ennya7 at DeviantArt.com
Race [[half-elf]]
Culture [[Faendryl]]
Profession Bard
Religion Order of Ivas
Affiliation(s) Member of House Brigatta, Faendryl Enclave
Disposition Uncertain and observant
Demeanor Introspective
Flaw Reticent to the point of stymied
Greatest Strength Energetic and stubborn
Greatest Weakness Sensitive to being rejected
Habits snooping and composition
Hobbies lorehunting and dancing
Likes bagpipes, her fife, and dahlias
Dislikes authority and ambiguity
Fears that no one truly cares for her

[[Category: half-elf player characters]] [[Category: Faendryl player characters]]

Xanthium Dyvim is a half-elf (technically, three-quarters elf) of Faendryl origin, her father is Giliad Dyvim Faendryl (known as Asylum around the Landing and Solhaven) and her mother is Ysharra Nagorn, a ranger from an extrinsic human settlement in Northern Elanith originally, and currently a resident of Wehnimer's Landing.

Name

Xanthium is another name for cocklebur, and in the Language of Flowers , cocklebur spears mean pertinacity, mimicking the manner in which the flowers and spurs adhere to passersby.

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.

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.


Appearance

You see Xanthium.
She appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Faendryl.
She is very tall. She appears to be very young. She has argent-haloed indigo eyes and alabaster skin. She has hip-length, cascading white blonde hair. She has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face and petal pink, bow-shaped lips.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing an ornate black ironwood dragon earcuff, a billowing jade green robe collared in hematite and pewter beadwork, a dark orchid bell-sleeved blouse, a silver coiled serpent bracer, a floor-length viridian spidersilk skirt composed of deeply pleated layers, and some pale silk stockings wrapped in black velvet vines under some faenor-hued interlocked ringmail thigh-boots laced with copper wire.

Associations & Beliefs

When Xanthium and her sister first came to Wehnimer's Landing, her mother had been absent from her life for some time, as a result of going on a personal sojourn to temper her grief over her actions in the Griffin Sword Saga. When Xanthium and Akonite arrived to find her, she initially rejected them, and ordered them to return to New Ta'Faendryl. A Faendryl mage by the name of Lord Thrassus Feydark intervened on their behalf, and helped convince Ysharra to allow them to remain and find their own path to power and ability. Akonite had been allowed to join the Sorcerer's guild in New Ta'Faendryl, and was immediately glad of the chance to use their new settings as a practice ground to increase her Summoning and Necromancy experimentation and research. Xanthium, on the other hand, was hurt by her mother's first response, and spent most of her time alone, until one day when she was practicing her newly-acquired bagpipes in the Black Sands, and witnessed her first loresong mirage over the waters of Darkstone Bay.

Xanthium and her mother eventually made their peace, and now their bond is mended and stronger than before. Xanthium has taken up her mother's gardening avocation, and began accompanying her near-daily to the Temple of Ivas in Vipershroud, and while there met several of the Dancer's order. After some contemplation, she joined Ivas' order, and took her vows in the summer of 5119.

Xanthium is very fond of her new home in the Landing, and has bonded with her mother's beloved, the necromancer Melikor, as well as the Landing's current mayor Lylia Rashere, Priestess of Ivas Nola, her "guardian" Juspera Spintari and Thrassus' cousin, the warrior Zolis.

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