Xantheraea Adephaegis

ALIAS(ES)Xanther, That Thieving Bastard, Unicorn WizardORIGIN PROT.02.EXTD.O.B 07/08 (Overwrite)AGE UnknownPRONOUNS He/ItHEIGHT 5’10 (178.5 cm)WEIGHT 95 kg | 209 lbQLIPHOTH/ELEMENT Neutral / BelialE.G.O. N/A

PERSONALITY

Diligent | Saccharine | DecisiveImpulsive | Chatty | EccentricPertinacious | Avoidant | Manipulative


The best way to describe Xanther's social interactions would be that someone took the biggest, friendliest dog from the dog park and crossed it with an expensive car salesman. All smiles, compliments and no sense of personal space. He's had way too many years to reacquaint himself with society but still managed to fall short of socially acceptable etiquette every time it matters. Expect no shortage of awkward questions and morally questionable suggestions while you're around this badly put together 'human'.Xanther keeps himself occupied like his life depends on it. Research, chores, games and pranks; he will do nothing by halves and give it his all every time. Just like how he doggedly sees every decision through to the end, no matter how misguided his choices are proven to be. To Xanther the only thing worse than failure is a success in futility. That, and he is too much of a coward to face the consequences of his own actions.As awful as he is at empathising with others, Xanther still has no problems with milking what reactions he can anticipate for his own gain. Desire is simple. There are things that people should do- like being polite to near omnipotent beings that could smite their asses into next week- and then there are things that people want to do.. like punching said being in the face. He would know. So yes, he understands desire. And understanding just what he needs to do or say to make his own face look really punchable is just a few steps down that train of logic.


HOBBIES

  • Trying on new outfits

  • Makeovers

  • Confusing the hell out of people with random nonsense

LIKES AND DISLIKES

💖 Noise and cheer!
💖 Riddles, games and puzzles
💖 Humans
💖 Trying new things
💖 Food shows
💀 Isolation
💀 Human bodies
💀 Cold weather
💀 Using his eyes
💀 Confronting the past

TRIVIA

  • His favourite colour is indigo.

  • His current outfit? Gross. Just because the extra durable robes add a good layer of protection on top of the excessive body armour he's wearing underneath doesn't mean he likes the drab greys and blacks. Xanther can't wait to get his hands on something more colourful to wear the first chance he gets.

  • He has two 'tattoos', one on each arm. Both are covered with long gloves/arm wraps no matter what he wears.

  • Using his eyes gives Xanther terrible motion sickness. After spending centuries(?) relying solely on Fluxsight, an integrated Blithe that grants the user a radar-like ability to sense their immediate surroundings, Xanther now experiences extreme nausea when restricted to a human's field of view which only gets worse if he's in motion. It seems like the blindfold is staying on his face for the foreseeable future… but at least this time it's stuck on his face for an entirely different reason.

  • Xanther has a broad sense of humour and doesn’t mind being the butt of a joke. You can probably persuade him to go along with the worst ideas as long as you can convince him it’ll be funny.

  • Proficient with most polearm weapons. Qiang spears are his favourite.

  • Xanther is still not quite sure where he stands on this whole ‘clone of your former self’ shebang. On one hand- HOORAY! He’s not about to die while cussing out a literal god. But on the other hand… he’s just gone from being the pawn of one higher being to another. Oh well. He’ll just have to be on his best behaviour until he figures out where his priorities (and loyalties) lie.

  • Of the supernatural powers he previously possessed but can no longer use in the Museum, it's his illusion Blithe that he misses most. Eyesight? He can do without that.

PROT.02.EXT

**WORLD PROJECT: PROT.02.EXT **

PROT.02.EXT is the name of a world cluster born from the pet project of half a dozen Denizens who desired to create something new from the union of their respective Domains. They brought together Flux, Spacetime, Matter, ██, and Cogito to create their realms, and introduced ███ and █ to govern them.Prot.02.Ext | A Summary
Modern Earth but with some major differences listed below:

  • Domains are the aspects/elements that function as the building blocks of the world. To list some: Flux, Cogito, ██, Spacetime, Matter

  • Denizens are Domains personified, but not necessarily formed from purely one Domain. True Denizens are the literal embodiment of their Domain and may be seen as omnipotent gods within their own Domain.

  • Earth exists within the Domain of ██ but acts as a central hub of activity for other Denizens due to the nature of ██.

  • Humans are the main inhabitants of Earth, but are not commonly viewed as Denizens due to the numerous Domains that contribute to their existence; like the mutts of a pedigree dog show.

  • Visiting Denizens from other Domains are required to maintain 1. a physical vessel 2. a Flux anchor (commonly called a soul or just an anchor) and 3. a single sentient, conscious mind for the duration of their stay. Failure to adhere to these conditions will result in ██.

  • The internet does not exist. Neither do most forms of long distance communication tech.

  • The Craw exists within the Domain of Cogito where existence is defined by the long established idea of ‘I think, therefore I am’. It’s an archive, a market and a playground all rolled into one. Things tend to get a little weird here.

  • The Memorta are the Denizens of the Craw (and by extension, Cogito). Matters of the mind, consciousness and memories are their expertise. They can take on any form they desire (restricted only by their awareness and power of imagination) but will generally assume a humanoid form out of their adoration for humans. The Memorta are 'governed' by their elected Administrators, whose duties only really lie with making sure everyone stays happy with the steady stream of memories being 'farmed' from Earth while enforcing a strict code of ethics that protects the authenticity of their… goods.

  • The Consulate exists on the border of the Domain of Flux and the Domain of ██. It functions as a transit realm that connects to most other widely-known worlds within Prot.02.Ext,

  • Consuls are the Denizens of the Consulate (and by extension, Flux). They are beings of pure energy that act as enforcers and protectors of all the allianced Domains. Every Consul defined by a single Edict; a command or a purpose assigned to them from the moment of their conception. Upon creation, Consuls will also receive a set of memories/ knowledge (courtesy of the Memorta) to assist them in fulfilling their duties.

  • Blithes are imperfect pieces of knowledge that grant their users a superhuman power or trait. The first Blithes were created by careless Denizens who thought it'd be funny to grant a tiny fragment of their knowledge (which basically equated to the ability to wield the properties of the associated Domain) to poor unsuspecting humans and watch the ensuing chaos. The Consul managed to recollect most of the hundreds of unregulated Blithes that were distributed but many still remain on Earth to this day- buried beneath ancient ruins, or hidden away by certain factions.

  • Blithes are separated into two major categories: integrated and detached. An integrated Blithe must be absorbed by a compatible user before it can be manifested. A detached Blithes is stored within an inanimate object, and can be manifested by anyone in possession of said object.

He had fulfilled all the bargains on his end. Followed every rule, accepted every mocking handicap in good grace, and braved one epic final battle that was, in his opinion, wholly unnecessary. Xanther closed his hand around the Reliquary. Funny how the fruits of all his endeavors now rested in his hand as an unassuming golf ball sized marble. Was this all his life had amounted to? Left behind in an empty world with all the wonders of the world in the palm of his hand and no time to savour his victory. Alone.“Are you done yet? Holy smokes, it shouldn’t take this long marble up a coupla’ Blithes,” came the Very Annoying Voice from right behind him.So, as for his final words... He was pretty sure that final words were supposed to be deep and meaningful. Or funny... with a touch of irony? That would suit him more, he reckoned. Final words were, after all, one’s parting gift to the world they were leaving behind; a cumulation of all the worldly wisdom amassed in a single fleeting lifetime.Xanther turned around slowly, a single finger raised in an appropriately chosen gesture to match a set of final words that would burn the ears of anyone within earshot when he uttered them to an obnoxious little brat of a god. He opened his mouth, a flood of vulgarities ready to burst forth and--it all ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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"Welcome, new Archivists, to the Museum--your new home.”

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Xanther was a Consul planted within the enemy faction at the height of a Blithe war. He and one other Consul were willing participants of a deep cover project designed to place them at the heart of the enemy's forces. It was a position of honour; one that would allow them to fulfill their Edict. The same Edict as the multitudes of Consuls that had been called into creation for one singular purpose: to win the war.Their tasks? To rid the enemy faction of their leaders, and to stage a public display of brutality during a celebratory gathering in one of the biggest, most secure enemy bases.And they succeeded. They had achieved what the combined forces of two Domains couldn't accomplish within a few short months. A perfect plan with a perfect execution. It was their complete victory.His reward for playing his part in the war was freedom; released from his duties and free to do whatever he wanted with the rest of his life.

  • Violent. Will not hesitate to manhandle those who speak of her. Quite strong, too.

  • Desires glory through serving her religion.

  • Prior combat experience.

  • Executioner(?)

  • Wishes to slay her original and take her place.

  • Cares a great deal for Muyu. It blinds him to everything else.

  • Unreliable.

  • He and I are not the same. Our experiences may be similar on this front, but the difference is that I had the strength to make a stand.

  • Projects far too much onto others. He cannot see past his own preconceived notions, and therefore cannot be trusted to make correct judgements.


  • Vain, short tempered, arrogant, short.

  • Possesses the ears and tail of a fox.

  • An actor. Level: Decent

  • Is highly sensitive to comments towards his appearance. Damage his face, and you damage his pride.

  • Was in a romantice, if not sexual relationship with a supernatural being (human term: demon). Speaks to his absent lover for emotional support.

  • Extremely stubborn when enraged.