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I miss enjoying things

I do. I miss enjoying things and being just present in fandom spaces and being excited to build stories and characters and places.

I need to get all that back. It's time to just.. exist. I can exist. I'm allowed to exist.

#existential #Vannyx #Just kinda musing to myself #There are plenty of obstacles still #but I'm learning

2.What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

ooo! This is a good one for a few, so I’ll pick four as not to clutter the ask too much!

Vannyx Xanniton: While Vannyx knew her mother, she didn’t really know her for very long. Having been one of a litter of 13 chua kits, she was the runt, and didn’t get the most attention from her parental units. She felt pretty detached, though upset, when she got the news that her mother had been eaten by one of the biological experiments she’d been spearheading. However by then Vannyx had found a master to study under and was more than happy to continue her learning as much as she could in between running errands as fast as her tiny chualing feet could carry her and consoling her favorite brother through their mother’s loss.

Lavik Xanniton: On the opposite coin of Vannyx, Lavik was the third largest kit to be born of their litter. This meant that their mother was always paying attention to him, or the more go-getter siblings. Even though he took more after his father, in his weapons aptitude and fascination with exothermic reactions, he was relatively close to his mother. He did try his best to make her proud.. and to acknowledge her smallest kit (which was often unsuccessful, until Vannyx had her first esperantic outburst and was found out to be quite the little powerhouse in the technical and metallurgy department.) He was hit hard when she was unceremoniously eaten by an experiment that had learned how to unlock the cages with its tail, and spent a goodly amount of time with Vanny when she wasn’t running herself ragged.

Anaji: Anaji never got to know her mother at all, seeing as she died shortly after childbirth for reasons her father never really wanted to give her. Shortly before the Trolls headed to Durotar her father made himself an outcast and was subsequently expelled from the Darkspear, leaving her without a way to really ask. The only thing Anaji knew for many years was that her Mother was a Drakkari envoy during one of the meets on Zandalar, and was a priestess of Har’koa. This did lend her some extra oomph in that department when she became a young witchdoctor and part-time priestess. She tried for years to contact her mother’s spirit, to little or no effect, until she found her father with a splinter tribe and challenged him for the information. Needless to say she beat the stuffing out of him, harangued him for leaving her in the dark, and got the answers she wanted.

Raelin “Fae-Rae” Maverikson: Raelin was actually pretty close to her mother. Born to a single mother in southern Vermont and then raised in Williamstown, MA, Raelin grew up heavily influenced by her mother. Sure, she’d met her father and visited him once in a blue moon, but her mother was always there for her… and both sides of her extensive family. She never had to be indoctrinated into the Secret World… because she was born into it. Her mother’s family, the Irish part, was a lovely line of Baensidhe. It was a wonder the glass in the house stayed intact during Raelin’s tantrum years. Her father’s side, hailing from Germany and Norway, was mostly human. Mostly in that her grandfather was a Nix. Good luck keeping her out of the water. I digress, however. Raelin’s mother urged her to be anything she wanted and supported her in her initial pursuance of the arts, which she did get a bachelors in, and her subsequent years pursuing genealogy, biology, and a smattering of practical sciences. Raelin stuck around the area to help her mother out when she could, opened up a store that was mostly an art store, selling local pieces… and occult supplies. She’s recently been overjoyed that her mother is dating again, and has found herself a nice man who just so happened to be part Sylph. They still go out to breakfast every Saturday when Raelin can swing it.