ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ ̣

### Unique Features

Hooved feet, Twilight-colored fur, misty hair and tail. Two small horns protruding from their head.

## OOC Information

### Discord Username

cysm

ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ ̣is one of the few scattered native residents of Chorus and resides in an unknown cave nestled between the Void and the surface island.

With a translucent, dark appearance, it is difficult to make out what ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ. really looks like. However, to a trained eye, the Starborn has long, lanky hooved legs which resemble a Deer's in the overworld. However, their head is more feline, with large, soft ears that resemble a lion's. Pitch black eyes are surrounded by dapples of freckles in their fur that resemble the stars in the void, and velvetty fingers and hands are tipped with ebony nails. Their fur keeps them warm in the freezing environment of the void, where the sun is desolate and frost decorates the surfaces of endstone islands.

ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ. isn't a hostile creature, rather, incredibly friendly towards Aberrations and Depth-Dwellers. It is rare that others venture into the wasteland of Chorus, islands broken apart like an asteroid belt, and often ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ. will watch and ensure their safety from a careful distance to ensure both of their safety.

## Early Days

Like the majority of Voidborns, specifically Starborns, ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ. was born out of stardust and dark matter, End crystals fusing together an organic form and birthing ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ. as if they were a star. Thus, the species' naming.

ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ. was a curious child, excited to run along the surface, shuffling back to their colony whenever the cartridge on their hooves would begin to freeze over and their stomach rumbled for food. It was a small group of just three or four others, ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ. being the youngest. Voidborns tended to live a while but the reproduction process was slow and tedious and the birth of a new youth was incredibly rare.

As ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ. became more and more comfortable with their surroundings and the outside world, they would spend longer and longer outside on the surface, swimming through the void and the star dappled abyss below. Any time they dipped too close below, it was as if a magnetic force would pull them back up, launching them into the sky. Eventually, they were able to figure out Voidleaping, or when one uses this push to their advantage to throw themselves into the sky above.

It was liberating. It was freedom. It provided them with more and more things to discover, ways to feed their curiosity, but they wanted more and more.

One of these trips ended with ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ. finding a particularly good spot of Aeridum, and they spent some time collecting the orange and pink vines to bring back to their colony. However, on arrival, it seems that there was... someone missing.

ᓭℸ ̣ ∷ᔑℸ ̣ 𝙹ᓭ!¡⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ, one of the elderly, and the senior of the group, had passed while they were out. She was wise, and to the others in the colony, their leader, but it was expected for her body to return to the void any day now. Death was inevitable, even for a Voidborn, and no matter how much freedom and liberty the lands of Chorus gave them, everything had to go away.

It was tragic. But it was coming. And, they knew she would have not wished for them to mourn her passing, and instead celebrate her spirit in the flesh and in the stars. 𝙹ʖꖎ╎⍊╎𝙹リ, her partner, came up to ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ. after they returned and saw the sight of the shimmering where she had once rested out by the water. She had a blade in her hand, a significant piece of metal, aged and worn but well loved and historic. It was ᓭℸ ̣ ∷ᔑℸ ̣ 𝙹ᓭ!¡⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ's Mambele, the sharp axe kept cleaned and in perfect condition after all of this time. And now, it was theirs.

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It was tradition to pass down Voidborn's Mambeles through each generation. However, it was a sacred practice and could only be done at death. Family to family, kin to kin, and sometimes lovers to lovers. Her partner would typically be next in line for the weapon, the prized tool capable of both feeding, harvesting and defending. But she was old. She could no longer provide like she used to. And who else would use it the most in the group besides the notoriously adventurous ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ. who shrived to learn all they could and was merely defending themselves with a basic crafted endstone sword.

It was not much later when the rest of the group would begin to ease out of their bodies and back into the chilly stars. As they grew stronger, taller and more fleshed out, it felt as if it came at the cost of the others, and soon, there was no one left besides a few more stars in the void below.

## Corruption and Truth

The silence of the end was sickening. If it was not for the Void and all the life and death she gave and took, ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ would be alone. Shulkers only screamed and making communication with them was proving to be fruitless, as it always had been, though ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ was hopeful the Aberration would have changed something. At least Endermen could provide some comfort and brought gifts, but they had their families and the vast majority of the more sentient ones had ended up on Terrian below.

On the topic of Terrian, ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ was suspicious of their colony for tampering with the past. Of course, they knew their own memories and research was safe, as they would not stoop that low especially with the Void being there to threaten justice. However, as soon as the numbers had begun to decline, ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ started to notice... more and more books. In spots they hadn't looked, or in areas already discovered, where they had been gathered and hidden away. The fresh mining of the endstone disrupted the ground enough to make it easy to see where someone had tampered with the cream-colored rock.

But... why? Did his colony see them as evil? Bad? Yes, they were much more harsh and rash than other Starborns, but there was always good even in a pile of bad chorus fruit. Sometimes the best Chorus fruit was picked from a tree, when it was just about to be past it's prime. All of them lived through the Aberration, a time when people could come and go, and trading with Terrian was plentyful. When they were not... alone. It wasn't as if one or two odd cases was out of the ordinary for any group.

Terrians, Depth-Dwellers, they were not spiritual folks. They disrupted the ground given to them by their own Void or whomever created the land, warring with each other and spilling unhealthy amounts of blood. The stories that they had been told pictured them in a drastically different light, with odd morals and values and a strange obsession with power.

But, if ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ had nothing else to do but learn and research, why not work on their own crafting and research into the occult, and bring a friend into life?

Through hours of research and studying, using mostly chickens as the organic material for experimentation due to their ease of reproduction, ability to consume a diet of Chorus plants, and general... stupidity, ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ was able to... kind of... create a being.

Sort of.

Instead of a new life being born, the instability of the Aberration caused what could be described as timelines colliding, multidimensional travel, the reasoning is unknown. However, a creature by the name of Elegy was able to take the form of a rather angry crimson and brown chicken, much larger than the others and glowing with unstable power.

After Elegy told ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ some less than pleasant words, trying to leave the cave to enter the void and destroying the library TWICE, plus cannibalizing a few of the other chickens, ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ decided to call it quits on the whole "bring a thing to life" idea. Because, along their route of research, they discovered something new.

The ruined portals.

## Mending What was Lost

ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ found out that this forbidden magic, the alchemy they had discovered and were playing Void with, was useful for more than just bringing evil creatures into this world in the form of giant feathery things. ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ could reactivate the old portals from Terrian to Chorus. With some crystals, stored energy, and a long process, ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ was able to reactivate one and hosted a celebration for the new Terrians that had entered through.

While it was a wonderful event, the duration proved several things:

1. The Void was only safe for those blessed by the Void herself.
2. Unlike those blessed by the Void, the Terrians could stay for however long they pleased, while creatures like ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ could only remain on Terrian for hardly a minute before falling unwell.
3. The portals worked for travel to and from, and showed no signs of instability.

And so, with this goal in mind, ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ꖎ╎⊣⍑ℸ has put aside the desire to create more of their kind for the investment of old and new knowledge, to bring people into Chorus once more and revert it back to the prosperous land it formerly was.