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 Posted: Sat May 23, 2020 8:12 am
 (Art by Scarlett Arbuckle)
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2020 12:31 pm
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2020 10:09 pm
Info
Name: Rexonyx
Race: Lightning x Water
Gender: Male
3 Base Traits:
Courage/Protective
Free spirited
Blunt
Personality: Rex truly embraces the moment in life, he enjoys being the center of attention and getting his own way. He fiercely defends his friends and enjoys wrestling and sparing matches as well. Adventures are always welcome particularly if they involve sneaking he likes sneaking.
If he has an issue with behaviour or with how a situation is progressing, he will say it right there, he doesn't care who is listening. This may or may not get him into trouble one day.
Rex does not share well,if he feels you are moving in on his girlfriend = he will be very clear about warding you off. And will back it up with a fight if need be.
History:
Rex's story starts with his Mom coming to tendaji on the airships. She decided to settle and became a book shop owner in Matori. Occasionally she missed home but she loved this new world more, it was like stepping into a book.
One day a water beast tamer came into the shop looking for literature on some of the more obscure animals of sauti and zena. He had been searching for this information for a long time, he was delighted that she had the material.
Anixi knew that quality beat quantity when it came to selling books, so she had a section of weird stuff which is where the book on weird flora and fauna of tendaji was.
Excederin, whos name belonged to the water man, basically slept with the book, it revolutionized his excursions to the places mentioned with loving detail. He was grateful and returned to the bookstore to chat with the woman who owned it, sure she was from Balrea but anyone who had books like that was okay with him. Anixi could not deny she was attracted to him and was rewarded for her patience one day with a boquet of some of the rarest orchids from Jahuar awaiting her one morning. It had a note.
"Let's Explore Together"
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That was the end of that within 3 years the pair were married happily and Rex was on the way. He had a twin, a boy but Nuta did not make it past being an infant, his parents were devastated and he was robbed of a brother. He always wondered what it would have been like to be one of two.
He loved both his parents and the fact that they were brave enough to take a shot on a different romance. He is very close to both of them and always makes sure to write when he is far from home when the time comes.
Matori is his home he does not have that much interest in Balrea or cities.
He wants to be a part of something bigger for himself, he would gravitate toward groups of 2 to 4, and is also okay with traveling on his own one day.
Summoner -Tempest Domain Cleric
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2020 8:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2020 3:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2022 1:10 pm
Class Choice
Elementalist (Summoner (Tempest Domain Cleric)
He knew what he wanted to specialize in finally. He was going to be a storm summoner as he and Akea had both figured out thanks to Nin. It was somewhat of an odd career for a bookseller's son but it felt very right to him for some reason. It was a dependable job and it was very interesting because of the magical componant inherent in the process. He loved storms and rain and all of that. He was happy that after so long he had finally found what he wanted to be. It was not always easy for everyone to pick their career.
Today he was helping his mom in the shop..again. They had recieved a new shipment of books from Oba and he had found a book on the career he had chosen so distractedly he stopped unpacking silly romance novels and went to a knook to check it out. His mom wouldn't mind she often did the same thing and sometimes dad would find them both reading and the whole shop a mess. he would shake his head and back out slowly, coming back with good snacks because it was likely that his family had forgotten to eat lunch after finding just the right book to shove their noses into.
It was always amusing and a running family joke. This time he went to the counter and bought it. "Look!" He said and presented it to his Mother who as always took whatever book he happened to hand her seriuosly as she had done since he had first learned to read. "Ahhh found a good one have you son? This one is on me, your wages are safe." Occassionally she treated him for a worthy cause. She knew he wanted to be a storm summoner, and she had a secret smile. It was the magic she thought, the magic that was the same for storms and books.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2022 1:09 pm
Prentice Growth Form Character Name: [Rexonyx]
Class Promotion: [Elementalist (Summoner (storm cleric)) ]
Current Location: [Matori]
Journal: XXX
Growth Point Links:
Storm Bound Akea Rexonyx Ninaeleth 5
XxX 5
The Aftermath WE 5
After the Aftermath 4
Solo 2 3
Solo 3 2
Class Affinity/Choice Solo: XXX 1
Growth Blurb: Rexonyx took some time to develop. The tree maturation pollen color change had a lot to do with his current mindset. It shook him greatly initially but now he looks on it as a way to be a better version of himself. It helped him grow up the final bit. He had a lot of thinking and processing to get to this point but in the end his family loved him just as much in his new skin. That meant a lot to him. He has done a little adventuring, he does not like Belrea still, I don't think that will change. It just has too many people and too many weird gadgets
Physical Description: Outfit Insp but a guy version XD and keeping that claw arm thing he has a sarong with orange in it for bottoms eventually when its visible. A light shirt with no sleeves and open front.
Body Type: Similar to how he is now
Preferred Artists: Scar or Kana full or with Ely on color.
WIPs:yes but up to artist
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2023 11:17 pm
Immediately after the shocking revelation he headed over to his parents for comfort and advice. This had well, never happened to him before, and he was hoping that they would have better ideas than he did about how to fix it but it looked like he had spent to much time in the sun except he hadn't and he was now tan and also his eyes and crystals and...hair had changed. He was panicking and he wasn't too proud to admit that. He was walking swiftly. It wasn't that the changes were less aesthetic, he still looked just he just didn't look like himself and that made him panic and wrecked his confidence. He saw the shop in the distance and hurried his step. People were already looking at him weird. He sighed. He braced himself before he opened the shop door. He took a deep breath and opened the door, the little bell at the top jangled and he was immediately greeted with the comforting feel of the plant and book filled store, natural lighting, wood floors and sitting areas to enjoy your new book friends. It was a warm and inviting atmosphere, he glanced around. There were two teenage water folk but that was it besides Mom and Dad. Thankfully both of his parents were in attendance. It would have been doubly difficult to go through this revelation twice. Maybe he would have felt better if he had had a sibling to talk to. Unfortunately he had been the only child that his parents had been able to have. It had simply just quit working after him for some reason. The healer said it could happen and that it likely wasn't his fault. But it meant for a very lonely childhood. Though he at least had both parents and that was more than some kids could say. His mother was beautiful and vibrant where his father was handsome enough and a steady beating drum for his wife's scale jumping melody. He was steady, mildly sarcastic and supported her where he could.
His mother looked up from behind the counter. "Hello ther...." She squinted at him and tilted her head slightly, gears were whirring. It was hard at the best of times to fool a mother's intuition and he wasn't exactly trying to keep it quiet. His father had looked over at his lightning wife when her words had cut off and he glanced over. "A customer you know love? Is he trouble?" He whispered fiercely he was ready to fight her battles if he could after all she had adapted herself so nicely to his world. She had dropped roots and started to build a life with him. He owed her a little bouncer duty, besides the fact that he greatly enjoyed playing that role to begin with.
She continued to stare, Rex stared back his heart in his eyes and tears forming at the corners.
"Rex..."
"What?" His father asked at his mother's words. Then he looked closer at the hybrid who had walked through the door. "Whoa!"
Anixi came around the counter and held her sons face in her hands. "Rex..." She couldn't say more as they both had tears gathering in their eyes and she hugged her son that no longer looked like her son. So much on him had changed, he was obviously upset. A few folks and run in saying that the pollen from the trees was causing coloration chaos but she never expected for Rex to be hit with it and not to such a great extent.
Their carrying on and following shrieks and yells, may have spooked the teenagers out of the store. They hadn't found anything anyway but he still felt mildly bad.
His Dad poked a little fun at him but he had to be upset too, but his greatest skill was stoicism. His Dad's poscuta took a flying run through the store chasing something that wasn't supposed to be there. Rex was heartened by the sight of a familiar long term pet and his Mother's hug had done a bit to restore a bit of confidence.
"Is there anything we can do Mom? Anything in the books to change me back?" She was a keeper of knowledge here and he had never craved it more and that was saying something for a book sellers son.
Anixi inhaled and opened her mouth but no words came out. She hugged her husband on the way to the shelves and squinted at him to not torture their son anymore. He would have freaked out just as hard if the pollen had gotten him. She might still tease him about his eyes later and joke that they had changed color. She would get him good. The thought tried to put a smile on her face but she was just a bit too upset still.
She glided through the shelves and pulled likely candidates from the aishan section. But she thought this had likely not happened before, or if it did it was a long long time ago, before or just after Aisha herself could make hybrids. But she was only an armchair historian and more enamored with the variety of books out there than with specializing in any one thing. It felt limiting to do that and books were the gateway to anything was possible. She returned to Rex with five books in hand and all three began the search for answers. Unfortunately not even after about forty minutes of searching did they find anything. Dad had disapeared and came back with food which Rex nibbled on. Food as his father maintained always made things better.
The food did help eventually. He drifted off to keep his hands busy, it always helped his mind to shelve books, it was so fun to see all the old friends and exciting to add newcomers in their proper places. It was soothing, even if he blended a bit more into the shadows.
He sighed, he may never get his old self back but maybe this self wasn't so bad?
He was still bummed, he couldn't hide that. But eventually he entered a sort of meditative state. His mother found him there among the rows of shelves with delectable literary beauties on them. Covers in all colors, materials from paper to leather to wood covers. It was a hodgepodge of awesome.
She put an arm across his broad shoulders, her son was still young but he was beginning to take on the body of a man, soon he would strike out on his own, she thought, sad. Oh well maybe one day she would have grandkids and her nest wouldn't be so empty. Of course she had her husband and that was better than nothing.
He leans into her support. "I will be okay," he reassures her, he just needed a bit of time to get used to the man in the mirror as it were.
His mother eyes the stack of books he set aside instead of shelving and took them to the till. She came back with them and a bow.
"Well, books always make me feel better." She handed him the pile and he felt his heart swell with gratitude. He had the best parents. "Thanks Mom."
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2023 11:17 pm
Solo 2
He had a new assignment from his parents and he found himself eager to pursue this new adventure. It wasn't too far, it was still Matori but on the other side from where there home was, Matori made a sort of horse shoe shape. He was going to look for new books to buy for his parents store there. He would take some of theirs that they had doubles of to trade as that was another lucrative way to do it and profitable to boot. Or it would be once he got the new goods home and in the hands of eager customers. He thought of all the people in his village and the outskirts that he would make happy with fresh reading material. They definitely had some avid regulars that patrolled the aisles of the store like sharks around seal beaches. It always made him happy when they found something good.
His trip went well enough and he was able to both procure and trade for many exciting new beauties, some he would buy himself before they hit the shelf and he was excited about that he had very weird favorites for books that usually were not by run of the mill authors and each new book was a peek inside a new mind where you got to chill in someone else's universe for a while, for good or ill. There were some books out there that were pretty brutal or a bit too real. He preferred adventure quest type of thing. Preferrably not a dark series either, there was enough blackness in the world he need not read about it in his spare time thank you. Rex had just gotten everything packed and headed just far enough out of town that it would be inconvenient to head back when the sky opened up with its watery opinion of his travels. Rain dripped off the broad brimmed travel hat and he hissed, he found a huge fallen tree with a hollow inside and set about unpacking all eleventy hundred books to sure safety. They deserved the best. He was pretty wet by the time he was done, but he started a fire nearby for cooking and light and read his prizes as the storm raged and battered at his protective log and the little shelter he had made for the fire. It did not take long for him to fall into the world written by other hands patiently putting thought down on paper about 30 years ago judging from the dates in the cover. It was such a cool thing to be sheltered by a tree while the outside raged pointlessly. He was snug as a bug tucked up adventuring and imagining the goings on in the novel. Reading was such a magical thing. Writing an act of shear creation. After he got bored of reading he decided to just let his spirit guide him. He found himself dancing in the rain, letting his mind wander into a mediative state as he let go of all of the emotions associated with the recent drama in his life. He spun around and around, occassionaly changing direction, feet tapping along, arms outspread, soaring on land like a kinfa in the sky overlooking his surroundings and absorbing anything the spirits around him were trying to tell him. He had first discovered the practice in an old, thickly leatherbound text that spoke of dreams and oracles and all sorts of highly interesting things and most of all of magic. A magic of the mind as opposed to the physical world like calling fire.
The rain continued longer than he could dance, so he made dinner and read more until the fading light of day dimmed to the point where he could not make out ink from paper and then he curled up in his mini log home, safe from wet and fell deep asleep. The next day did not see much of a break in the rain, he mostly read to keep himself busy and he was through a few books by the end of the day. He hoped the storm would let up soon, his log home didn't exacly make the best of mattresses and he was looking forward to a very hot shower when he got home. But the books well being came first as he was not in danger. Mild discomfort was worth being able to read the books quick, then they could go on the shelf right away. No need for him to purchase early. He did in fact manage to get through all of the books that he wanted to. Fortunately the storm cleared on the third day because he would have gotten quite bored soon enough.
The journey home felt oddly longer, perhaps because he was more tired, but the stories he had read swirled through his conscious and that was most amusing. There had been quite a bit of world hopping. But he had done his best to keep his mind on track during the switches between books. Some of them had been too clunky to get into or were written by authors that didn't match his style. Quite frankly they were bad writers but believe it or not there was a bit of a market for meh books, some things just shouldn't be printed but that was not his descision he just got to critique the ones that did come down, he was getting rather good at it too.
He arrived home with his cart all in a flutter. His parents rushed out of the shop to hug him and effuse that they were grateful he was okay. He explained about he storm and how he actually felt better for it. They didn't need to know all the soul searching, rain dancing, introspective details however. His poor family, they had been quite worried. He was happy to be home and facing the hot water wonder that was the family shower. He felt like he had found himself out there and was happy for the whole experience and he did indeed get to see quite a few people go home with great big grins, grasping the books that he had speed read in the log.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2023 5:45 pm
Solo 3
He stared out the front door of his families home in Matori. It was time for something new, it was time to leave home for a while and find out where his life would take him. He loved his small village but at the moment it was too tame and boring for him. He wasn't sure where his feet would lead him when he left. He felt like that was at least half of the excitement. Land or sea, who did he want to be?
He had left his parents a note, he didn't have the strength to do this with them home, he would be home probably within a year, he might not make it that long who knew, but he had so many places to see, so many rare books to find for them. Special books that were good money, rare, or delicate. Needing good packing and individual care, something usually not found every day. Books that shouldn't just be left in a stack but were, only to be snatched up by he. It was like treasure hunting really.
He also wanted to experience new cultures, and maybe meet some writers or write a bit himself, he had packed enough journals that was for sure. He inhaled a breath of free air. He left the front of the house and trotted down the trail, full of energy and hope and potential. He would write them often and let them know of his progress but he himself needed to be an adventurer above anything else. The world awaited! He travelled the whole day and found himself making a home made shelter that night with a cute little fire and roasted the game he had found and some of the edible bulbs he had brought from home. Something he should considering doing, he thought as he rubbed very sore feet, was taming a mount. How hard could it be? Besides he had taken a book by a local beast tamer as a reference text. He could do it! He was young and fit and how hard could taming be?
He wrote down the days progress and a sketch of his first hut in his travel journal, before the last light of day faded again from the sky. He cooked, ate and relaxed for the rest of the night, making himself a tea with sleepy herbs in it or he might have owl eye all night and not sleep a wink. Then again..he was quite tired after the long day. He yawned and curled up tightly on his side. Adventure things swung through his dreams and his hear was full of joy, if his stomach was a little less than full. He would improve at foraging too, some areas were worth poking around a bit for food. The stuff he brought from home would eventually use up and he needed to augment it well for the amount of energy he was burning. A good plan, he thought as he drifted off into a deep sleep. The fire was out and the stars twinkled stories to each other.
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