ORIGIN - Profile of Elysium

CYCLE 120 — Current time: Apr 03 2025, 09:44 PM

Elysium

MY HEART IS DRAGGING ME DOWN INTO OBLIVION!

Full Name: Elysium

Alias: Drone Zero-One-Two Guardian

Gender: Divine

Age: 27 Cycles

Species: Drone

Magicka: ʡ 705

Postlog: ☁️ higher, oh higher! ☁️

ACHIEVEMENTS

ENCHANTED ITEMS

Activity Log — View Postlog

03/12/25 — Aged up to 27 cycles.
01/18/25 — Aged up to 26 cycles.
12/19/24 — Aged up to 25 cycles.
11/19/24 — Aged up to 24 cycles.
10/20/24 — Aged up to 23 cycles.
09/20/24 — Aged up to 22 cycles.
08/20/24 — Aged up to 21 cycles.
07/21/24 — Aged up to 20 cycles.
06/21/24 — Aged up to 19 cycles.
05/22/24 — Aged up to 18 cycles.
04/22/24 — Aged up to 17 cycles.
03/22/24 — Aged up to 16 cycles.
02/19/24 — Aged up to 15 cycles.
01/20/24 — Aged up to 14 cycles.
12/21/23 — Aged up to 13 cycles.
11/21/23 — Aged up to 12 cycles.
10/30/23 — Attempted to use Technique — Interrupt (Barely Successful!) in clean-up crew
10/29/23 — Attempted Physical Combat (Successful!) in clean-up crew
10/29/23 — Attempted to use Technique — Interrupt (Failure!) in clean-up crew
10/29/23 — Learned the spell Interrupt
10/29/23 — Attempted Physical Combat (Barely Successful!) in clean-up crew
10/28/23 — Created a thread clean-up crew in Canis
10/28/23 — Attempted to Cast Synthesis (Failure!) in clean-up crew
10/28/23 — Learned the spell Synthesis
10/22/23 — Aged up to 11 cycles.
09/22/23 — Aged up to 10 cycles.
08/23/23 — Aged up to 9 cycles.
07/24/23 — Aged up to 8 cycles.
06/24/23 — Aged up to 7 cycles.
05/25/23 — Aged up to 6 cycles.
04/26/23 — Aged up to 5 cycles.
03/27/23 — Aged up to 4 cycles.
02/25/23 — Aged up to 3 cycles.
01/26/23 — Aged up to 2 cycles.
01/01/23 — Joined thread There is still summer under th... in Ursa
12/31/22 — Received ʡ 500 from Aethril
12/30/22 — Joined thread Sightseeing in Leo
12/30/22 — Attempted Other (Critical Success!) in diamond dust
12/28/22 — Created a thread diamond dust in Ursa
12/27/22 — Was taught spell Block by Origin Cave

Appearance

ANGELS IN FLIGHT, MY SANCTUARY
WHERE FEARS AND LIES MELT AWAY
MUSIC WILL TIE WHAT'S LEFT OF ME
WHAT'S LEFT OF ME NOW

The sheer size of Zero-One-Two is something to behold: at a towering nine feet tall, it towers over most other gembounds and carries with it a significant amount of strength evident in its pale limbs. It is a stark difference from what some might assume when they think of humanoid seraphs; Elysium lacks any softness or warmth common in others with a similar shape to it. Their skin is cold and hard, textured like dried plaster and stiff to boot. Their face only occasionally twinges with a whisper of expression, and very rarely do their large, golden eyes seem to blink, if at all.

Even both pairs of wings-- one sprouting from where ears should be, and the other pair from its lower back --almost seem unnatural. Their feathers are wiry and the bones are not light and hollow: the swanlike wings in particular sprouting from its back are more like weaponry than a tool for flight or gliding. They are large and dense enough to use as a makeshift shield, and certainly make as useful tools for easily breaking bones.

Golden feathers crown its torso, though they feel more like thin sheets of metal rather than gentle feathers. Its entire ribcage underneath has been replaced with clearstone; a portion of their sternum protruding from their chest is visible and, like its mannequin-esque face, is perfectly symmetrical. Even their posture, in fact, appears to be symmetrical, or damn near close to it. They carry themselves like an old soldier with a straight back and lifted chin; as still as stone when idle. Their movements are often a little slow, however-- gentle and careful as though treating the world around it like glass that could break underneath them.

Elysium seems to prefer to communicate through light touches and quiet grunts; though when it does decide to speak its voice is often monotone but hushed and softspoken. Emotion does not find their voice any easier than it finds their expression.

Personality

ANYWAY I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU
EVEN IF IT MEANT A SMALL HINT OF WARMTH
EVEN IF IT TRULY FELT LIKE ROOMS GOT SMALLER
I WOULD FIGHT TO STICK AROUND JUST IN CASE YOU COME IN

Elysium trusts very easily.

The idea that anyone could lie to them is something that never crosses their mind-- even metaphor and exaggeration seems to be just out of their reach of understanding. They are, at their absolute core, a people-pleaser and care greatly about what other people must think about them. There is gentle determination that comes with this particular trait-- willpower stemming from the constant urge to help, to impress, to be viewed as friend or nice thing.

It is, also, unfortunately quite gullible. Pranks dealt to it may very quickly rise out of hand with little to no warning as it fails to realise time and time again what separates joke from the literal. Its feelings are also fairly delicate, though it does not-- or perhaps cannot --feel ill towards other people even after being hurt.

Though its placid expression may imply otherwise, emotion comes quite naturally to them. Though it may struggle to show them, its actions are often driven more by heart than by logic. Elysium does well, and is happiest, having some chore or another assigned to it by another. In combat, it is a reliable protector and will risk itself for the wellbeing of its allies instead. Though, if you were to ask it, it would hesitate at the idea of combat at all if there were another option.

It prefers the quiet, though it would much prefer the quiet company of others nearby. Where Elysium fails to find words and expressions it enjoys expressing such through light, affectionate touches to its friends. This might be as simple as a reassuring nudge to ones shoulder, or the bumping of foreheads when particularly close.

Zero-One-Two is particularly fascinated by small, soft things-- everything it is not --and will spend hours of its own time alone and studying its own neatly-organized collection of fluff and feathers. It is, much like other Drones and Order-aligned characters, perhaps a little more than obsessed with ensuring that everything is clean, symmetrical, and organized to whichever specifications suit it best at the current time.

History

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