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Xylia Rekkan profile
12 years ago
Full Name: Xylia “Bloomtender” Rekkan
Species: Rekkan Clan/Fox-Folk Immortal, anthro fox in appearance.
Gender: Female
Age and Place of Birth: Ancient; Honden
Appearance: Xylia lacks any 'humanlike' hair, her fur is a dark, oaken hue with two sandy bands, one under each eye, that run from her stunning green eyes down her cheeks. She stands at a comfortable five foot ten, with a modestly curvy build that conceals some real strength. Despite her competence as a fighter in her own right, she maintains a very feminine, poised demeanor. She tends to wear a set of leather armor, and a black cloak with a deep hood. When channeling her abilities, her eyes seem to radiate a soft, green light. Finally, she usually travels bare-pawed on delicate digitigrade legs to keep a better contact with the trees she travels along.
Family: Rekkan Clan, mostly deceased.
Friends: Fahl’Rekkan (Deceased), Ink-Tail (Ex-Communicated House Member)
Other Allies: Other members of the House of Truths and Lies
Rivals: Ink-Tail, Worshippers of Sen’Rekkan
Enemies: Sen’Rekkan
Love Life: Despite Ink-Tail’s incessant flirting, Xylia remains single
Likes: Solitude, forests, nature, flowers, hunting, people who know their place, loyalty
Hates: Hyperactive people, poets, knights and warriors, loud music, cities
Fears: Dishonoring her brother’s memory, losing control of his house, and Sen’Rekkan coming for her like he did for Fahl
Strengths: Cold and cunning, with an intimate understanding of survivalism and espionage
Weaknesses: Prideful to a fault, protective of her position, and quick to criticize others
Weaponry:
Sapling Bow and Sword: Xylia’s bow is alive and is able to flex and shape to her will, especially to grow back when broken. In fact, the heads of her arrows are often seeds that sprout into her chosen plant. The bow can be easily concealed by being mostly destroyed, and easily regrown without much effort from another seed. Her sword follows this same rule, but is much more rigid than her bow in order to hold an edge.
Abilities:
Touch of the Bloomtender: Xylia is able to force plants to grow through magical influence controlled by her will. With this ability, she is able to have the plants mutate in strange ways when growing, but oftentimes this is easier and requires less concentration if the seed it is growing from have been bred for certain traits already. Her most common varieties are as follows:
A large, semi-sentient carnivorous, purple flower with high-mobility. This plant derives nutrition through consuming other living things, and has a long, slick ‘tongue’ appendage amidst its toothy maw that is coated in a sticky substance for when a mere vicious bite will not suffice. It can ensnare its prey in a manner much like a frog by projecting its tongue. Varieties of this plant have proven to be entirely mobile and even quick, and multiple instances can act with a pack mentality similar to a wild canine. They are entirely subservient to Xylia’s will and will protect her with no regards for their continued existence.
A purple lotus blossom that grows from a seed stabbed or shot into a victim. Upon rooting, the plant’s root network works its way through to the host’s central nervous system and begins to mesh with it by means unknown. These persons undergo somewhat of a metamorphosis, taking on a sickly hue and gaining an abundance of sugar in the blood. These persons slowly lose higher brain function over prolonged exposure, but are quickly rendered entirely subservient to Xylia, and moreover, happy to serve their new mistress. As identity is steadily lost, these parties begin to simply refer to themselves as part of the ‘garden.’ They can be cured through magical means, but often suffer severe psychological trauma as a result. Xylia claims to be able to perfectly undo the process, but admits to having never done so. She quite adores her fawning servants. As an interesting note, she once tried to supplant Ink-Tail from the head of the house using one such flower, but it withered immediately after taking residence at the base of his skull. She did not try again.
The final common variety have been a multitude of purple and black rose-like flowers that can grow from a host victim or on a surface that produce barbed vines that secrete powerful toxins. Host victims are violently ravaged by the root systems of such plants and tend to decompose, quite painfully, within hours into compost for the flowers to feast on. Otherwise, the toxins have a potent psychological effect, causing the ensnared to tear themselves up more on the thorns, and endeavor to ensnare any that would rescue them, all while praising Xylia’s beauty and power. Her throne room is filled with instances of these plants.
Passive Abilities:
Universal Botany: Xylia inherently knows every plant that exists, or has existed, as part of her inherent connection to the wild, regardless of what planet the plant exists on. Her control of plants can extend to any of these as well. She has, on occasion, mutated local flora into ‘dryads,’ short-lived sentient beings which can relay experiences of the area to her through speech before decomposing. These dryads are often aware of things they would not biologically have been able to sense before mutations.
History:
Character Biography
Tel’Rekkan, patron and origin of the Rekkan clan was a notorious misogynist. Beyond the inevitable fate of his wife, he relegated all of the power he could to his sons, and divided his daughters into the service of their brothers based on numerous facets of their personality, their own abilities, and so on. Each brother’s house had a chance to argue for a particular sister to join it, but only two houses usually abstained from these bidding wars.
The first was the House of Eternity, domain of the ever-dormant Sen’Rekkan who, at the time, was oftentimes lost in his precognition. His father and mother would select a sister for this house, Elle, and one other, with no chance for a counter-argument. Tel’Rekkan’s decisions were law, and his sons agreed with his choices nonetheless. Sen was not to be disturbed from his contemplations by anyone beyond his father or his brothers.
The second was the House of Truths and Lies, domain of the trickster and near-eldest son, Fahl’Rekkan, four-tails. He never levied a bid for a sister in open argument, instead bribing his female siblings to act as spies and confidants in his brothers’ houses in exchange for some power. This remained true until Xylia was offered for bid, sparking one of the fiercest bidding wars the brothers had ever ventured into.
But, since Fahl had abstained so often, his coffers were full, and he easily won his sister. Unlike his brothers, he valued her opinion, trained her, encouraged her to hone her own strengths. Fahl was much more liberal than most of his brothers, save for the often silent Sen, and certainly more liberal than his father. He knew the sisters would inherent the true power someday.
So when the Brothers’ War broke out, and Sen began his bloody genocide against his brothers for their ‘crimes’ he left Fahl for last, tormenting him, plucking away at his eyes and ears in the other houses, closing a noose around his brother’s power and sanity. Fahl grew more irrational, obsessively paranoid, and violent once he knew the truth; his brother would kill him, it was inevitable. It was a matter of time.
So when the day finally came, and despite Fahl’s great power and Xylia’s attempts at intervention, Sen struck down his brother and simply left. Now the House of Truth and Lies had to restructure itself like all the others had in a changed world while the last brother went in search of his sinful father.
Xylia, like her brother, coveted power. She amassed a great network of spies, agents, and confidants. She never took his seat, however; the wound was too fresh, and she did not think it quite right. She ruled over the mortals of her brother’s domain in his absence until, one day, an acceptable replacement was born.
Ink-Tail was a renowned poet that came to be known amongst the sister in many houses for bearing an impossible resemblance to Fahl. He wandered and told tales, wooed women, and taught lectures. Xylia assumed that he was the obvious second coming of her brother; he was brilliant enough to orchestrate such a scheme, and had him brought to ‘his’ house and appointed to Fahl’s seat after he proved his wit to be an acceptable match.
What she could not stand, however, was his sly grin whenever he looked at her. Fahl had never looked at her that way, the way he looked at someone when he knew something about them they’d not realized. Ink-Tail was shrewd, but most unacceptably, he eagerly acquiesced to the demands of Sen’Rekkan upon his returns, and touted his virtues. Xylia flew into a rage after witnessing such a lecture, and tried to strike him down, but found that she could not. She chastised him, arguing to the House that no true reincarnation of Fahl’Rekkan would tolerate any of Sen’s lies. Ink-Tail merely smiled that smile, and stepped down, offering to exile himself from the House.
Xylia grew more protective of her power, and took up her brother’s throne afterwards. But, despite it all, she couldn’t shake this nagging feeling that was reinvigorated every time Ink-Tail passed through her domain on one of his pilgrimages, surrounded by a throng of adoring mortals who treated him as a deity in his own right. When Ink-Tail had stepped down, he’d laughed at her argument, plainly, before offering exile. He thought her to be a joke.
Every time Xylia remembered this, her fists clenched; the Bloomtender mistress of the House of Truth and Lies was no joke, and neither was her power.
Species: Rekkan Clan/Fox-Folk Immortal, anthro fox in appearance.
Gender: Female
Age and Place of Birth: Ancient; Honden
Appearance: Xylia lacks any 'humanlike' hair, her fur is a dark, oaken hue with two sandy bands, one under each eye, that run from her stunning green eyes down her cheeks. She stands at a comfortable five foot ten, with a modestly curvy build that conceals some real strength. Despite her competence as a fighter in her own right, she maintains a very feminine, poised demeanor. She tends to wear a set of leather armor, and a black cloak with a deep hood. When channeling her abilities, her eyes seem to radiate a soft, green light. Finally, she usually travels bare-pawed on delicate digitigrade legs to keep a better contact with the trees she travels along.
Family: Rekkan Clan, mostly deceased.
Friends: Fahl’Rekkan (Deceased), Ink-Tail (Ex-Communicated House Member)
Other Allies: Other members of the House of Truths and Lies
Rivals: Ink-Tail, Worshippers of Sen’Rekkan
Enemies: Sen’Rekkan
Love Life: Despite Ink-Tail’s incessant flirting, Xylia remains single
Likes: Solitude, forests, nature, flowers, hunting, people who know their place, loyalty
Hates: Hyperactive people, poets, knights and warriors, loud music, cities
Fears: Dishonoring her brother’s memory, losing control of his house, and Sen’Rekkan coming for her like he did for Fahl
Strengths: Cold and cunning, with an intimate understanding of survivalism and espionage
Weaknesses: Prideful to a fault, protective of her position, and quick to criticize others
Weaponry:
Sapling Bow and Sword: Xylia’s bow is alive and is able to flex and shape to her will, especially to grow back when broken. In fact, the heads of her arrows are often seeds that sprout into her chosen plant. The bow can be easily concealed by being mostly destroyed, and easily regrown without much effort from another seed. Her sword follows this same rule, but is much more rigid than her bow in order to hold an edge.
Abilities:
Touch of the Bloomtender: Xylia is able to force plants to grow through magical influence controlled by her will. With this ability, she is able to have the plants mutate in strange ways when growing, but oftentimes this is easier and requires less concentration if the seed it is growing from have been bred for certain traits already. Her most common varieties are as follows:
A large, semi-sentient carnivorous, purple flower with high-mobility. This plant derives nutrition through consuming other living things, and has a long, slick ‘tongue’ appendage amidst its toothy maw that is coated in a sticky substance for when a mere vicious bite will not suffice. It can ensnare its prey in a manner much like a frog by projecting its tongue. Varieties of this plant have proven to be entirely mobile and even quick, and multiple instances can act with a pack mentality similar to a wild canine. They are entirely subservient to Xylia’s will and will protect her with no regards for their continued existence.
A purple lotus blossom that grows from a seed stabbed or shot into a victim. Upon rooting, the plant’s root network works its way through to the host’s central nervous system and begins to mesh with it by means unknown. These persons undergo somewhat of a metamorphosis, taking on a sickly hue and gaining an abundance of sugar in the blood. These persons slowly lose higher brain function over prolonged exposure, but are quickly rendered entirely subservient to Xylia, and moreover, happy to serve their new mistress. As identity is steadily lost, these parties begin to simply refer to themselves as part of the ‘garden.’ They can be cured through magical means, but often suffer severe psychological trauma as a result. Xylia claims to be able to perfectly undo the process, but admits to having never done so. She quite adores her fawning servants. As an interesting note, she once tried to supplant Ink-Tail from the head of the house using one such flower, but it withered immediately after taking residence at the base of his skull. She did not try again.
The final common variety have been a multitude of purple and black rose-like flowers that can grow from a host victim or on a surface that produce barbed vines that secrete powerful toxins. Host victims are violently ravaged by the root systems of such plants and tend to decompose, quite painfully, within hours into compost for the flowers to feast on. Otherwise, the toxins have a potent psychological effect, causing the ensnared to tear themselves up more on the thorns, and endeavor to ensnare any that would rescue them, all while praising Xylia’s beauty and power. Her throne room is filled with instances of these plants.
Passive Abilities:
Universal Botany: Xylia inherently knows every plant that exists, or has existed, as part of her inherent connection to the wild, regardless of what planet the plant exists on. Her control of plants can extend to any of these as well. She has, on occasion, mutated local flora into ‘dryads,’ short-lived sentient beings which can relay experiences of the area to her through speech before decomposing. These dryads are often aware of things they would not biologically have been able to sense before mutations.
History:
Character Biography
Tel’Rekkan, patron and origin of the Rekkan clan was a notorious misogynist. Beyond the inevitable fate of his wife, he relegated all of the power he could to his sons, and divided his daughters into the service of their brothers based on numerous facets of their personality, their own abilities, and so on. Each brother’s house had a chance to argue for a particular sister to join it, but only two houses usually abstained from these bidding wars.
The first was the House of Eternity, domain of the ever-dormant Sen’Rekkan who, at the time, was oftentimes lost in his precognition. His father and mother would select a sister for this house, Elle, and one other, with no chance for a counter-argument. Tel’Rekkan’s decisions were law, and his sons agreed with his choices nonetheless. Sen was not to be disturbed from his contemplations by anyone beyond his father or his brothers.
The second was the House of Truths and Lies, domain of the trickster and near-eldest son, Fahl’Rekkan, four-tails. He never levied a bid for a sister in open argument, instead bribing his female siblings to act as spies and confidants in his brothers’ houses in exchange for some power. This remained true until Xylia was offered for bid, sparking one of the fiercest bidding wars the brothers had ever ventured into.
But, since Fahl had abstained so often, his coffers were full, and he easily won his sister. Unlike his brothers, he valued her opinion, trained her, encouraged her to hone her own strengths. Fahl was much more liberal than most of his brothers, save for the often silent Sen, and certainly more liberal than his father. He knew the sisters would inherent the true power someday.
So when the Brothers’ War broke out, and Sen began his bloody genocide against his brothers for their ‘crimes’ he left Fahl for last, tormenting him, plucking away at his eyes and ears in the other houses, closing a noose around his brother’s power and sanity. Fahl grew more irrational, obsessively paranoid, and violent once he knew the truth; his brother would kill him, it was inevitable. It was a matter of time.
So when the day finally came, and despite Fahl’s great power and Xylia’s attempts at intervention, Sen struck down his brother and simply left. Now the House of Truth and Lies had to restructure itself like all the others had in a changed world while the last brother went in search of his sinful father.
Xylia, like her brother, coveted power. She amassed a great network of spies, agents, and confidants. She never took his seat, however; the wound was too fresh, and she did not think it quite right. She ruled over the mortals of her brother’s domain in his absence until, one day, an acceptable replacement was born.
Ink-Tail was a renowned poet that came to be known amongst the sister in many houses for bearing an impossible resemblance to Fahl. He wandered and told tales, wooed women, and taught lectures. Xylia assumed that he was the obvious second coming of her brother; he was brilliant enough to orchestrate such a scheme, and had him brought to ‘his’ house and appointed to Fahl’s seat after he proved his wit to be an acceptable match.
What she could not stand, however, was his sly grin whenever he looked at her. Fahl had never looked at her that way, the way he looked at someone when he knew something about them they’d not realized. Ink-Tail was shrewd, but most unacceptably, he eagerly acquiesced to the demands of Sen’Rekkan upon his returns, and touted his virtues. Xylia flew into a rage after witnessing such a lecture, and tried to strike him down, but found that she could not. She chastised him, arguing to the House that no true reincarnation of Fahl’Rekkan would tolerate any of Sen’s lies. Ink-Tail merely smiled that smile, and stepped down, offering to exile himself from the House.
Xylia grew more protective of her power, and took up her brother’s throne afterwards. But, despite it all, she couldn’t shake this nagging feeling that was reinvigorated every time Ink-Tail passed through her domain on one of his pilgrimages, surrounded by a throng of adoring mortals who treated him as a deity in his own right. When Ink-Tail had stepped down, he’d laughed at her argument, plainly, before offering exile. He thought her to be a joke.
Every time Xylia remembered this, her fists clenched; the Bloomtender mistress of the House of Truth and Lies was no joke, and neither was her power.
