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It's a beautiful day in the Mystery Sea, the waters surrounding Mystery Island. You rented a sailboat from one of the many tourist docks along the Mystery Island mainland coast, and now you're gliding along smoothly, the wind billowing happily in the pristine white sails of your little vessel. As an hour or so drifts lazily by on the crystal blue waters, you unpack the sandwich you made for yourself and begin lunch. You finish quickly, and gaze around you contently. Much to your surprise, the mainland is but a smudge on the horizon behind you. In front, the looming mass of a sheer rock face approaches threateningly.
Your previous solitude forgotten, you scramble for the tiller, hauling to one side in an attempt to clear the islet. You've come too close, though, and you succeed only in turning your little sailboat sideways as you come into the shallows. Your rudder scrapes bottom and the vessel begins to tip, fanning your panic. Just as you begin to fear for your life, the boat nearly horizontal in the water, a tinkling laugh cuts through your haze of panic and a shadow falls over your sight.
A pretty young ixi wades up to her waist in the shallows and gently pushes your boat upright. Let go of the tiller, she suggests, a twinkle in her deep red eyes. You comply sheepishly, and thank her for the aid. No problem, she replies, laughing again as she guides your boat in to shore. With a strong heave that you wouldn't have expected from her slight frame, the hull scrapes up onto dry land and sticks, allowing you to clamber out without too much water damage.
The ixi thrusts out her hand and shakes yours firmly, smiling. I'm Fexy, she says warmly. Welcome to my island.
Fexy's Stats
{Nickname} Fex
{Age} (to be entered if I get her ^^)
{Gender} Female
{Species} Ixi
{Color} Grey (yay!)
{Birthday} January 27th
{Neopian Zodiac} The Dreamer
[Owner] Maught
{Level} 1
{Status} Single
{Personality} Quiet, friendly, sweet-tempered, clever, satirical. Observant, silver-tongued.
{Bio} Fex is an intelligent young ixi, originally from a sub-islet of Mystery Island. The circumstances involving her birth and her unusual grey color are unknown, but she lives alone (not by choice). She is an accomplished and skilled healer, and loves gardening.
Appearance
Anthro
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[Eyes] Deep, dark red.
[Build] Small and petite, Fex appears delicate, but is deceptively tough.
[Voice] Soprano and sweet, Fex's voice is deceptively soft for her quick-witted tongue. Her voice bears the lilting accent of the islanders.
[Hair] Fex has a very pale grey, almost white, mane of long hair that is thick and sleek. She wears it bound at the end to keep it tamed, often with beads, flowers, or feathers braided in.
[Accessories] Fex has one gold ceremonial islander piercing in her right ear.
[Clothes] Fex wears clothing suitable to the weather on her islet, which is almost always warm and sunny. She wears brightly-colored gauzy wraps and sashes, designed to breathe and keep her cool. She also has a favored underskirt of cotton fashioned to resemble the grass skirts of native islanders; she traded for it the first and only time a tradeship docked on her islet.
Quad
[Eyes] Deep, dark red.
[Hair] Very pale grey, almost white mane of hair, bound at the end with a leather cord. Often has beads, flowers, or feathers braided in.
[Accessories] One golden ceremonial piercing in right ear.
Likes/Dislikes
Sunlight Rain Flowers Birds Shade The ocean Healing |
The cold Strong wind Being hated Insects Cruelty Jerks Being underestimated |
Story
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The story of Fex's birth, youth, and why she's been outcast to live alone will be chronicled here. ^^
Family
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Andrimne
Andri is my adopted brother. He is an usul, destined to be painted grey. He's a smooth talker and a charmer, always looking out for the ladies in his life, and always seeking to add to his collection. Of course, he was very excited to have me as his adopted little sister, and has already expressed his intention to keep me safe and make sure no man breaks my heart. He's very protective. ^^
Uhktulley
Tulley is a cousin of sorts, though we certainly aren't related. He's an ixi like me, but he's had a hard life and acts very gruff and can sometimes be really mean. Some people think he's frightening, and he does enjoy a bit of a monster act, but I think underneath it all he's just lonely and curious about life's mysteries.
I have other adopted family, too, but I don't see them as often. For a full list of them and a bit about them, you can visit Maught's pet directory. ^^
Arts
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Leaving?
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Leaving already? Fex sighs and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, away from the teasing caress of the warm sea breezes. She frowns thoughtfully out at the sea, then returns her attention to you suddenly, as though making a decision.
The wind is picking up. If you don't want to be stuck here for weeks during the storm that is coming, you'd best leave now. No time to waste. The young ixi leaps off her rock and begins trotting sure-footedly down the narrow, rocky path to the beach. Follow me! she calls over her shoulder, the words sounding farther away as the rising wind whips them away.
You follow Fex more cautiously, and she waits with ill-concealed impatience, casting anxious glances at the darkening sky barely visible over the hill you just came down. Grumbling to yourself, you clamber into the stocky little sailboat you came in, and Fex grasps the prow, shoving with surprising strength as you settle yourself in the boat. The hull scraps along the shore for a few feet, and then you are free of the island's embrace, drifting slowly away.
Oh! Fex gasps, suddenly splashing out into the shallows after you. Tugging at something in her hair, she pulls it free and places it into your outstretched hand just before the racing wind fills your sails and the little sailboat is snatched out to sea.
As the first drops of warm rain begin to dot the worn wood of the boat, you open your hand to find a strand of wooden beads, painted different colors, strung on a leather cord with a white feather, presumably from the white birds you saw circling over the island that morning. The charm is pretty and comforting, and you close your hand around it more gently, a smile on your face as you grab the tiller and prepare the long and difficult navigation back to Mystery Island.
Credits
Content/Coding by symphiad
CSS help from Amyishh