Hello Doom
This is an introduction to the male
lawful good Shirren Mystic character with a priest theme. Speech name: Xilyte [Soul Name:
Zecht-Kesca]. Background
Born in a primitive isolated camp
nested in the vast desert of Fullbright on Verces, Xilyte was born as
a hungry, fat larva. Throughout his upbringing the messy mud-hut
camp, buzzed with life and happiness, despite their unfortunate
circumstances. The threat of rebel cells attacking their camp was not
only real but a recurring occurrence, since they would frequently make
trades with surrounding nomadic tribes. Camp Keshka, as the Shirrens
called it, was a desert farming community and knew nothing about
warfare or protective perimeters. With their perpetual vulnerability,
the host and the council of elders came to an agreement that their
peaceful attempts at negotiation with the bandits, has been met with
nothing but continued hostile actions. Something had to change.
Like the great dodgers of direct
confrontation they naturally dug into the desert and connected a
great network of underground tunnels, both in an attempt to throw off
pursuers but also for the pure ecstatic enjoyment of multiple path
selection. Here, the simple minded brutes could not reach them and
so, camp keshka flourished from the modest camp to a full blown
underground city. The community praised Hylax as their main goddess
but frequently called praise to a number of other deities, namely
Pharasma, Sarenrae & Talavet. However Hylax's temple would be the
main attraction of the central part of the city. The temple was the
foundation of all other constructions in the cave honoring all their
deities. This temple was, however barely more then a slightly less
crummy dirt cave. Throughout the tunnels of Keshka the Song of
Locality could be heard. Shirrens of Keshka was no different then any
other and enjoyed the sense of community above all else. This was
taught to their young larva from birth in form of a song. Not only
did the harmonic convergence of their total voice ring like sweet
candy in their receptors it also intimidated any animalistic
predators who crawled into their network.
Reason for adopting the life of
adventure.
Xilyte grew into a scrawny Shirren,
standing below the average height of his specie. His pale exoskeleton
carried with it noticeable markings of his many great adventures to
the above ground before he was put on sanitation duty on the temple
grounds. His family was all around him, as the host was their one
true parent, many of them were not relate-able at all but this was a
trivial matter to the Shirrens and Xilyte as well. Peace and
prosperity reigned in their underground paradise and while Xilyte
grew impatient with his responsibilities he was not one to break away
from the pact.
One day a distant voice was heard
throughout the tunnels, a creature had made its way to the heart of
the city. Wounded and delussinoal from dehydration the human was
taken to the council where they choose to nurture him back to health.
This human was nothing like they had ever encountered before. His
fine delicate clothing carried lines of excessive embroideries and
motives of courageous animalistic figures. His skin, albeit bruised,
was soft and clean. The man carried no visible weapons and was
equally fascinated with his surroundings once he awoke. This was
Xilytes first encounter with the fabled ring world that could be seen
over the horizon. While the sky never turned dark in Fullbright the
massive towers of the ring world was their only resemblence of stars
on the always sunny sky. The council was soon troubled by the mans
tale of betrayal. He was a politician, a council man in his community
who had been cast out and exiled. While the man was happy to share
his tale he found the Shirren to grow wary of him, with the exception
of Xilyte. Xylite would happily listen to the man for days without
end, and like a true companion, he would show him the city of Keshka.
One unfortunate day Xilyte was requested to see the man safely back
to the surface so he could move on. Xilytes young spirit was ecstatic
to share this short journey, even if he were to say his goodbyes to
his friendship.
Upon discovering that his political
rival had survived this long after he secretly exhiled him and
usurped his position, a battle cruiser was deployed to put an end to
the situation. As the man emerged from the tunnels he was met with
the sight of an approaching danger, quickly he pulled Xilyte from the
tunnels and told him to hide in the ruins above ground. The man gave
Xylite his one remaining belonging, a memory card and told him that
this would one day save his community just like he would save theirs.
As the battle cruiser landed in the vicinity they scanned the area
and quickly seized the politician. What followed was several hours of
torture in the burning heat as they attempted to figure out who had
helped him survive in this barbaric wilderness. Not once did he
mention the Shirren. From beneath the ground a voice of reason
rumbled, like a million small feet drumming in unison towards the
surface, just as the politicians eyes went blank a thousand Shirrens
erupted from the tunnels and swarmed the villains. And with a well
placed set of flashes the Battle Cruiser rained terror down on top of
the hive. The Song of Locality became smaller and quieter until just one voice
remained. In the ruins. Hidden.