| Queen Paroxysm |
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| ::Our survival is paramount, whatever the means.:: |
| Origin |
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| Planet Zar |
| Destination |
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| Name: | Queen Paroxysm |
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| Age: | Adult |
| Gender: | She/Her |
| Species: | Myrmex |
| Caste: | Queen |
| Height: | ≈ 17' at the shoulder |
| Color: | Decay |
| Residence: | The island nation of Balehome, on an undisclosed planet |
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| Personality: |
Calm, composed, and shrewd, Paroxysm now lives by a harsh assumption: that she is the last Queen of her kind. This is not a conclusion she wishes to be true but one she has decided she does not have the luxury which to think otherwise. Her kind were systematically exterminated and so her biological imperative is all the more pronounced: she must breed, she must produce more Queens, and her kind must be replenished. Though she mourns the loss of her colony, the silence that is the emptiness of voices passing through her mind, she cannot allow grief to slow her from taking action. She has found herself in a situation to which she must adapt and so adapt she is. She knows nothing of the reputation of the Balespawn and Bale-touched that populate the lands she has come to, but she likely would not care once made aware of it, either. She is, and must be, a selfish creature. She can judge them only by her own interactions, which is that they are sheltering her, protecting her, and encouraging her to nest and brood. If the rest of the Nexus fears them, it is of no matter to her, as long as she and her kin survive. |
| Biography: |
Queens were not meant to teleport. The efforts had cost her her hive. Only one of her warriors had survived carrying her, and only one of her drones had survived being dragged along. They mourned who they had lost, the sudden silences where dozens of voices had been before, but it only made their need all the greater. They would rebuild and they would renew. Their needs: safety, sympathy, territory to expand, beings to breed and bond with. The lands they arrived in were strange and warped, but thriving. Corrupt, but not dying. Living things in strange shapes but living still, bodies steeped in green ichor and oft illuminated by green fires. Balehome, the lands of Anathema Scalesbane, Queen Goddess of the Balespawn, and all of her children and those who served them. Almost as if fate to, they were found all but immediately by one of the Balechildren, called Malice. The Balespawn were all his kin, it was true, but she learned he was the only survivor of his particular bloodline. It endeared him to her, this similarity. So did the fact that he quickly humbled himself before her, inviting her and the remnants of her hive along, promising shelter and protection -- upon which he delivered. He took them to his own small tunnels, which they immediately took as their own and began to expand. Paroxysm needed very little time among the Balespawn and their Bale-touched to realize they excelled at survival and adaptation. As the chambers they excavated grew larger and larger, she looked at Malice and knew exactly what she would use him for, too. |
| Bonds: |
...and many Balemex children... |
| Family Tree | |||
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Siblings |
Father Unknown |
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Mother Queen Stride Nectar Myrmex |
Grandfather Unknown |
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Grandmother Queen Leash Soil Myrmex |
Great-Grandfather Unknown | ||
Great-Grandmother Queen Echo Decay Myrmex | |||
| Balemex Offspring | ||
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| With Malice Balechild, Balespawn, at the Malice's Brood clutch at Balehome | ||
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