strike like benny goodman; xenon's storage

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border:none; width: 358px; font-family: verdana; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify;margin-top:-6pt;line-height:110%;]Welcome to Xenon's storage! This is a thread where I can put Xe's biography and anything else for/about my lil grumpy glow boy. This is mostly a WIP right now!


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    [align=left][size=8][font=timesnewroman][size=12][color=#9a86ce]"how'd i ever get so lost?"

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    ( september 5th, 2016 ) joined blizzardclan


    history
    Xenon was created a long, long time ago. Longer than he could remember, honestly. Not to mention, the concept of time was all but lost on Xe, and he couldn't tell anyone his age, even if they asked. He'd just say that his 'birth date' was whenever Gaia had decided to create him and his siblings, the other elements.


    Like many of his siblings, he tended to pay no mind to mortals and how their lives went. He did was he was told to do, and then sort of just... existed in between. He kept to himself. At least until he was discovered by mortals. Past the point of his "discovery", they started finding more and more uses for his essence. He was used to comfort people in pain, physically and mentally. He helped them.


    When he'd taken this sudden interest, and heard of his helpfulness, it would be an understatement to say he was happy. Xe was ecstatic at the idea. It almost overwhelmed him.


    Xenon loved the feeling he got whenever he helped people. When he wasn't helping, when his essence didn't even slightly lessen other's pains and worries, he's get anxious. Frustrated. Just plain upset, even. He'd start to feel their pain as if it were his own.


    Eventually, his hyper-empathy got to be too much. He decided that his other duties didn't matter, that helping people was the number one goal. He had other uses, of course, but they weren't important. Relaxing was out of the question, too. His only purpose was to help. And it made the failures even worse.


    Day in and day out was spent making sure he was assisting at least one being out there. He had so much effort put into this cause. Seeing people suffering, and realizing that those efforts weren't doing anything was easily one of the worst feelings he had. He started taking it out on himself. His own state was no longer important. All of his thoughts consisted of either self-deprecation or forcing himself to help more people.


    At this point, a few of his siblings had taken on physical forms for various reasons. Xe didn't understand why those who weren't forced decided to go willingly. In his eyes, there was so much to be done. That was just putting off what they needed to do. "A break from responsibilities" sounded ridiculous. Gaia, however, seeing what a low point Xenon had gotten to, decided taking a break along with his siblings was the best course of action. Giving him some more perspective, perhaps. A chance to see just how hard he was on himself. Even though he didn't agree to it, he had taken on a corporeal form and was sent down to earth.


    And then he made what he'd consider a sort of silent vow to himself. If he wasn't going about his usual, ethereal duties of helping people, the very least he could do was try to help those that he could down on Earth.

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