acosmicwayfarer
A Cosmic Wayfarer
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We are all stars in somebody's sky.🌠
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acosmicwayfarer · 1 day ago
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acosmicwayfarer · 2 days ago
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🌠 Sal
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Full Name: Salaria Kriston
Aliases: Sal, Sally, Kriston, Angel
Sex: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Physical Age: 24-26 ᶜʸᶜˡⁱᶜᵃˡ
Actual Age: Old
Species: Human
Attributes: Ethereal
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 135lbs
Skin Tone: Ivory
Eye Color: Mint green
Hair Color: Rose brown
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Overview
Ruminative, Curious, Altruistic —⠀Personality In Three Words
Having a vast array of tales to tell in her relatively short life time, Salaria (or Sal, as she prefers to be named) is known for being a wandering soul throughout the cosmos as we know it (and as we don't!) She has her work and obligations to attend as they provide the funding and means for her nomadic lifestyle, but even so, she isn't always easily found in one area for too long. If a piano crosses her path, she often stops to play it, sometimes singing along, having a rather deep connection to music that she doesn't always share with others.
Personality wise, she's a curious and thoughtful soul, often coming off as gentle, pensive and even "playfully bizarre." To those closer to her, they regard her as a maternal figure who can grow more protective of them, depending on the situation. She's very protective of her little "kitten cat" Chaku, in particular.
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Brief History
Although her childhood had its share of mysteries, it was relatively normal by comparison to the later parts of her life. Both she and her older brother, Kenneth, were raised by a single parent - an adoptive Nyalan mother named Shyra - in a small coastal town. She was also close friends with another Ethereal child named Shilo. As children, Sal and Shilo were both left in the dark about what they were. This resulted in an accidental expression of their Etherealism on and off throughout their childhood. This later led to Shilo's disappearance, supposedly connected to the IGG. Trouble with the government didn't seem to end there either...
By her late teens, Sal's brother, Kenneth, tragically fell ill. One evening while staying with her brother at the hospital, a mysterious man appeared, requesting that Sal join him "for her own safety" and further more, "lest she share the fate of her friend." The prospect horrified her, however, she was left with little choice but to agree to it. Her compliance would soon lead to the introduction of Aexena, an anti-governmental organization. The Aexena aimed to keep her and her kind safe from the government that, little did Sal know, had begun hunting her down. Given the notion that she would have shared a similar fate to Shilo otherwise, Sal became invested in "what that meant" after being taken in. The aforementioned mysterious man, Amthyr, and fellow Ethereal, offered her the opportunity to assist them in their efforts to find him. Knowing what she could be capable of as an Ethereal, her participation was promising. Under the wing (all pun intended) of Amthyr, Sal was then taught how to utilize some of her Ethereal power. By her twenties, after many years of training, she had become one of Aexena's most dangerous personnel.
During her years in Aexena, she met many new faces that she still stays in touch with to this day. Post Aexena, her lifestyle was rather aimless until Dr. Quin, one of a few public faces that held a connection with the agency under lock and key, offered her a small job as an assistant at his lab, which later evolved into a place she could consider the closest thing to a home after having lost "home" time and time again.
It could be said the nature of her past feeds into her current lifestyle as a nomad. However, she continues to wander the cosmos to this day for many reasons beyond this as well. Some of these reasons may be unknown even to her!
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Extras
Birthday: April 4th ᴱᵃʳᵗʰᵉⁿ ᶜᵃˡᵉⁿᵈᵃʳ
Orientation: Demisexual
Occupation: Lab Assistant
Past Occupations: Café Barista, Member of Aexena
Skills: Can sing, play piano and retains some advanced self defense combat skills
Hobbies: Writing, playing piano, dancing and stargazing
Favorite Colors: Whites, pastels and various shades of blue
Favorite Consumables: Sushi, most seafood, various teas and coconut ice cream
Fears: Herself, losing loved ones
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Trivia
Raised by a Nyalan woman, Sal's name was derived from the Nyalan language. The name "Salaria" translates to "Star Angel." It can also be written as "Aria en se Salus," translating to "Angel of the Stars."
Also derived from the Nyalan language, Chaku's name translates to "Chance." Sal felt the name suited him, being particularly entranced by the language in her younger years and feeling the way they met was very much by pure chance.
Her middle name, Ileana, was given to her in her biological mother's respect as it was her name. It had also been Ileana's wish for her children "to get to know the world through the beauty of music," which Shyra also promised to teach, so Sal's musicality and middle name are living legacies of both her mothers, Ileana and Shyra.
She is a hilariously awful cook. To the point she seems to have this running curse of burning almost everything she tries to make. The "can burn cereal" type, if you will... though, cereal and other dishes that involve no heat are among the few that seem doable for her. This is one of a few references made to the whole burn/heat factor of her Etherealism.
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acosmicwayfarer · 2 days ago
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A snowy starter for @psychobind.~ 🌨️
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A fascinating property that accompanied common forms of snowfall was a quiet nature; a natural sound proofing. It was, in fact, beyond notions of fiction and fantasy to know it for its quietude as it was very real.
Aeden was a robust place, full of life in nearly every corner, be it flora or fauna. A widely acclaimed synthetic paradise and a home away from home for many. The ambience was part of the experience; however, there was a tranquility that accompanied this snowy silence. It was as if the metropolis itself had been laid to rest. There was solace found in a more soundly - or soundlessly - sleeping city.
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Plucking herself from the depths of her thoughts, she glanced over at Wagnas, who sat snugly upon a portion of the living room sofa with her. His gaze was locked upon the cold, quiet cityscape she pondered beyond the window. Taking note of the steam still drifting from atop the cup nestled within his grasp, she was reminded of her own, retrieving it from the coffee table. It was allowed a moment to rest before her; clutching it ever gently, she noted its reminiscent and serene aroma. A small sip was then taken. It was as soothing in taste as it was in fragrance.
Jasmine green tea was a favorite of hers - and it was no secret. Familiarity was interwoven into the essence of petals and tea leaves that comprised it, though, there was something that carried what felt to be a memory within its taste more precisely as well. She had partaken of this blend before, perhaps... long ago. A vague recollection, but a recollection nonetheless.
Reclining once more, she briefly contemplated the stretch of blanket that claimed her shoulder. It was given a soft tug, assessing whether or not it could be persuaded to allow her more of it... alas, it would seem there was only so much to be given. From here, anyway. Which was to say, there was an answer to the miniature dilemma of this missing manta, but...
With some hesitation and a signature brand of uncertainty, Sal contemplated said resolution. Her eyes scaled facets of the table, the floor - they darted about her with little aim, really, before she shifted mere inches to the right. Just a little. Just enough.
But it wasn't enough... the blanket would not yet yield the fuller extents of its comforts, oh no. How was there still not enough blanket? It was a big blanket!
The wayfarer moved again, another short measure to the right... Unintentionally brushing against Wagnas' leg with her tea-bearing hand in the process, it was retrieved in an instant - or as swiftly as a tea-bearing hand could be withdrawn. Not that it much mattered. For she now sat flush to him, shoulder to shoulder. At least the blanket finally gave way... somewhat.
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An apology wasn't necessary and withheld by extension; nevertheless, it was written all over her face.
"Could almost be a painting." The view was offered commentary, her voice soft, despite addled nerves. "Does it snow back at home?"
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acosmicwayfarer · 5 days ago
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She takes a seat at the piano and begins playing something...
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Atop the piano, Chaku and a tiny, fluttering friend study the captive wayfarer as her fingers dance across the keys, bobbing and swaying to the tune.
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acosmicwayfarer · 7 days ago
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Filling the midnight void with a SaCharito chimiChaku scrib. 🤍
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acosmicwayfarer · 8 days ago
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Or at least, in theory, what memories may remain...
She silently studied the man as he proceeded to introduce himself by name and aim once more. He had been severely inebriated that night, to be fair; though, even outside of what had more recently transpired, she did have to wonder if this was not their first (or second) meeting. Again.
In thought, perhaps her gaze lingered a moment more than intended before it and its starlight strayed to an empty space.
"Wagnas." She echoed his name, well versed in the method as a means of better memorizing such. The wayfarer was no stranger to appellations and did her best to keep them.
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"You may call me Sal."
After giving a moniker of her own, she continued on, regarding this objective of his.
"That is quite the ambition. To save the world." Of which she marveled. Truly, it was. Laudable and daring to be open-ended. It was just as subjective of a phrase as any other... curious indeed. Tempered as her demeanor felt to be, her interest in the matter still proved evident. "I wonder how you would save it."
The thrill of the novelty before him soon lost its spark. In a literal sense just as well. It was a soft, but heavy shadow...
A warm prelude, almost met by words, remained without before the next movement; a somber realization. She listened carefully, marked by a continuous silence.
There was no denying his actions were tailed by consequences. The woes of yesterday were still being broadcasted, making the headlines: "an explosion on the northern bridge," three found dead, multiple injured. Face to face, she and Tsuniah had seen some of these victims, delivering them to safety along with Wagnas. It was the least they could do. They did have some influence on the matter, after all. Ever compelling was a guilty conscience. She would know.
Perhaps it wasn't their brightest moment, admittedly, allowing a foreign entity to enjoy a drink or... well, just a drink. It was no different than one of many for some bar patrons; his reaction to it was simply... underestimated. Drastically so!
But, harboring a murderer...
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... He wouldn't be the first.
"We... are defined by more than our mistakes." Her words were slow to emerge, but chosen carefully. "That is the nature of life. For better and for worse."
In the absence of his vision, she studied the features of his newly-dispirited face.
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There was a gentleness woven into her ethereal (and Ethereal) gaze, in turn.
"It is to say that, whether by intention or misfortune, so too does this circumstance not erase the smiles that we have shared. Nor the memories that remain."
Contentedly as the wayfarer could stand in this darkness herself, even so, she reached for the recently abandoned switch. With a soft click...
On.
A subtle curvature to her lips renewed itself; briefly, and with an undeniable shade of cordiality, he was regarded. Her eyes then tread past him, locking upon the contents which rested outside of a nearby window.
"You are free to leave, but know that you do not have to leave for that reason."
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acosmicwayfarer · 9 days ago
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Imagine kabedon-ing a small moth. Or being kabedon-ed by a small moth (better.)
Anyway, that is all the content I have to offer today. Thank you.
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acosmicwayfarer · 12 days ago
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chillin' with @acosmicwayfarer moth
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acosmicwayfarer · 12 days ago
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Taking a moment to post a super rough concept scribby of an idea @psychobind and I have been entertaining more recently, which is:
Wagnas' awoken/"butter-goddess" form having a nest of sorts! 🪺
Because the lore and headcanons behind this subject are so neato and I currently lack the brainpower to write them out, I will be returning later with an additional post speaking more on the matter. For now, enjoy rough scribble. 🎨🐌
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acosmicwayfarer · 15 days ago
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She is making tiny snow angels.
There is a moth-shaped crater in the snow that looks like someone took a hot iron and pressed it cleanly through its depth with little to no error. It's quite remarkable, really!
However, an additional fluttering friend, minuscule and white as... snow and thus appearing to be little more than a conglomeration of glittering snowflakes taken by the wind, seems to be concerned. Frantically, they flit about the hole as if formulating a rescue plan.
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acosmicwayfarer · 16 days ago
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So many things to write that I don't have the time or energy to write.
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acosmicwayfarer · 17 days ago
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Amidst another brief not-moth interlude...
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She looks out the window. Silently.
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acosmicwayfarer · 18 days ago
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She tries to fly again after the hot choccy.
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acosmicwayfarer · 19 days ago
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Sipping stops.
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Today, she attempts to take a tiny sip out of the remaining cup of hot cocoa; it is the last of its kind among the special cocoa deliveries that managed to be acquired before once again being reduced to a moth.
Just as unsure of her footing as her winging, she can only hope she does not fall in...
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acosmicwayfarer · 20 days ago
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Today, she attempts to take a tiny sip out of the remaining cup of hot cocoa; it is the last of its kind among the special cocoa deliveries that managed to be acquired before once again being reduced to a moth.
Just as unsure of her footing as her winging, she can only hope she does not fall in...
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acosmicwayfarer · 21 days ago
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It's that time of year again...
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There is a mysterious hot chocolate - with marshmallows, whipped cream, peppermint chips, cinnamon - whatever suits your fancy (and NOTHING missing - no scandalous sips have occurred! Looking at Dirk) sitting in a place of convenience, waiting for you.
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Perhaps an Ethereal of the Sal variety delivered it to you personally. You may or may not have seen her drop it off; if you did bear witness, one could liken it to spotting Santa or seeing a shooting star - lucky you, if so! 🌠☕💕
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acosmicwayfarer · 21 days ago
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This specimen in particular also happens to have an even more effective defense mechanism than disorienting echolocation: Exploding.
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As she flutters her wings, her tails quiver in a hypnotizing manner... ... purely by accident as she tries to fly once again, immediately colliding with a wall.
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