Baixda has always been an exuberant place. From the start it managed near utopian ideaologies borrowed from its Whakaora ancestors. Balance and kindness, though time holds even less importance in the nature of the Baixda. Where they really began no one is sure anymore, but the story goes that Baixda himself became a hero, slaying the great stardragon who would have killed a dozen cosmos. From its body came the first planets of the new system, and of those planets, Baixda was the boldest, and brightest. This is, generally, what the people push as truth and for this every descendent of Baixda has had the right to inherit the throne. How the child to inherit is chosen is always a matter of decision amongst the royals but there has never been rebeliion, or overthrow, or sabotage. This keeps the Baixda family respected and in absolute power.

Life, for a royal pirate, is intoxicating. Rules are the kind of gestures that make themselves known only as boundaries and horizons. And yet, Baixda has always managed to strike luck. Even the most party-hard of the generations sprouted a royal who tried their best. History may not remember them all as greatness but The Majestrix has ever found class and decision in their status. Risk though it may be, some generations only giving one child unto the throne and no alternatives, it has paid off, time and time again. For J'Xi, this became a gift, too.

Because the throne found J'Xi long before anyone would have been properly ready for.

Rosna Dommia had a youth full of adventure. Falling from great heights, landing in clouds and chasing soft tails. J'Xi's parents were the kind to run the wild with their child, the energy of their spirit and their gifts all united to keep Nous Vasilii afloat. They taught their child as much as they could in the vigor of their youth; Saryna, in liberation from the troubles of war, had learned to embrace the wild and ferocious nature of the fox and Ci'zer was born leader through and through: brash, confident, assured. Pillars of truth and example for a young little lynx to take lessons of life from.

So, it was a lovely time, and every memory of J'Xi's youth is documented and archived in such vivid detail that The Majestrix knows this — knows that the phantom dreams of parents and happier times isn't a lie. Because it feels like it, some days, when the only solid memory is Dorian by the forest when J'Xi had escaped his guards and made a run for fun. The only solid memory is a large, large man with a smile off statues and the way his words had sounded so foreign. The young royal trusted, too harsh, and found metal clasped around it's neck before the world went dark in shadow wings and fading sounds.

Waking up on W.M. S00 was strange but not as strange as the feeling of losing control over their body, for J'Xi. Beta was there, a stumble of a child trying to move, and Dorian stood there with a look less statue and more evil, more smug. The young royal tried to lash out, room shaking in temper, but it was useless; it had been a handful of a set of rises and falls already and the body and will were altered, weak. When the walls blew in a few sets later, J'Xi saw parents and warriors take to battle, watched machine and magic spark off against one another with gemstones falling from their cheeks. Their death, watching both Saryna and Ci'Zer meet their young end, is the second most solid memory J'Xi has without archive.

The rest is its own blur, the last of the rescuse, the crying and screaming, the escape.

Seven is younger than any Majestrix has ever had to be crowned before. It was the first time for an uproar, but this was quieted fast enough. Ki'Onsa took charge of the speeches, the burial, the funeral rites. Ki'Onsa would stay on for the new Majestrix, reminding the citizens of Nous Vasilii that the empire was everlasting, not altered by the head that wears The Crown but by the will of the people. They gave the child a chance and J'Xi became the youngest ruler in the history of the empire after the shortest reign in history.

The first act would be retribution. Would there be war? Would Nous Vasilii strike? Ki'Onsa offered an alternative: wait, learn, understand. She convinced the public that Beta was to be adjusted, to be learned from, and they would figure out how to survive as they always had. The blood of Baixda ran through the young Rosna Dommia and it would cut a path through all the dark of time. So, they trusted, and no war was had; protection was given instead, liberation, as Baixda had always done. Mission after mission trying to free planets from the Y'S.MN hold. Mission after mission trying to expand the empire and assure that others would not suffer.

Ten years move like nothing but sand to the wind in Nous Vasilii. Barely a blink of an eye; but in that time, The Majestrix has matured, and grown to a pinaccle of self. An early, fast maturity for a Majestrix who had to step into royalty and wars. Just as well, it seemed in time, because before long the word of the Y'S.MN making moves began to spread again. Prophecies were in place, spells that J'Xi had to cast and put together, and when J'Xi woke to the morning of the end it seemed as if preperation was not good enough.

The Northern and Southern gates were closing in and J'Xi woke to both guards in the palace, trying to assure The Majestrix would be safe. But as everyone moved toward battle, J'Xi could feel the way Beta twitched and ached, the way it had been involved in this and tried to control the crown. So, J'Xi did the only thing that made sense: a spell, a cast that would slow the universe into a stand still. Baixda and W.M. SXX were both caught in the spell at once; the sibling planets frozen in time, Prime Acuity's will lost and The Majestrix hidden from creation. Through space, J'Xi stumbled, riding out of Nous Vasilii on two ships before they, too, vanished from around the royal and the necessary hero was all that would remain.

Now, the rest of Nous Vasilii fights against Y'S.MN who know no objective anymore, with Baixda and W.M. SXX both protected in stasis waiting for a boy from Milan and ships lost to Lake Guatavita and Lake Kucherla to return and save them all.

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citrus, melons, grapes — any fruit, really, in any universe
Things
watercolor, gemstones, glass figures, yellow, blue, violet
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THE CROWN

Each Majestrix is given both fortresses known as The Crown and literal jeweled headpiecess to wear. J'Xi's own crowns are more diadem designed thanks to the nature of his conjuring over jewels, gemstones and odd metals.

ADORNMENTS

Both nipples pierced, four left ear, five right ear. Rare and temporary Whakaora markings on his shoulders, biceps, hips and thighs; his T'dao blood hid them and now, he has never been given anything but his crown.

SEMI-USELESS

J'Xi has never cooked or had to clean a dish. The Majestrix can, however, sew, stitch, mop and work a rig like no other. Knots, rope work, fishing, and hunting are all necessary skills, as is skinning, cleaning, and carving creatures.

BRUSHSTROKES

The Majestrix is a talented performance artist, capable of dance and song and prose but, most uniquely unto J'Xi alone, there is a solid interest in painting. Portraits, captures of people and places and moments, are J'Xi's favorite.

HUNGER

J'Xi eats quite a lot — roughly 11 pounds a day to maintain peak levels of stability, or 1/9th of their own weight. They can survive on much less and can put off eating for days at a time with magic, but they usually need to catch up if so. They also experience heat only twice a year, though have managed on once a year when properly satisfied over a few days time.

ADVENTURE

J'Xi was a child of adventure long before it was right to be so; this caused three broken bones before the crown was given unto J'Xi, and in the fight to escape Dorian, J'Xi suffered a massive laceration to the chest.

CLOTHING

J'Xi's royal attire is mostly revealing: tight fabrics that hug the hips and thighs, pieces to adorn the shoulders. The fabrics of relaxation are usually more silk and cotton wraps, or things short and tight all the same but easier to venture in. Legs, really. Legs are always on display.

COLLECTIONS

The Majestrix has a fondness for portraits, yes, but also stone and glass. Pieces of it are scattered in collections and display cases and everyone knows that the simplest things, such as lightning struck sand, give The Majestrix more joy than any other gift could ever hope to. This has always been a kind sympathy amongst the people.

CULTURE

Baixda has unto itself its own pantheon of god-figures for fairytales, religion and stories. The people of Baixda are omnivorous as all their kind are but tend to rely on seafood and vegitation more than hunts these days. When meat is necessary, they use their resonance to find some, given it by nature over kills. Trophy hunting is popular in outer cities, however. Baixda chooses to honor The Majestrix by making the day of its birth a holiday along with celebrating a few other notable holidays with unique celebrations.

HALO/BETA

The Majestrix was once a fine fortune of power and halo, given a staff and wings to rule with, instead of horns. The experiments tore this structure away to replace the halo of glory light with beta; this device has been altered since and now funnels as an extension of J'Xi's will, manifesting as a wheel of power supported by wings whose looks and material changes depending on J'Xi's will and appearance.

BAIXDA

The planet formed from the remnants of the stardragon. Baixda exists as the core of Nous Vasilii, a rather medium sized empirical universe. Each ruler of Baixda inherits from the previous generation — and each ruling generation lasts roughly 10,000 years. While The Majestrix of Baixda typically live a lot longer, it's believed that a ruler who lasts longer than that would fall out of touch with the universes and so they step down to let their child take over. A child born into The Majestrix family is typically surrounded by other recent-born from the Nous Vasilii, so they are always in connection to their own generation, not those that linger. Baixda currently has a sentient population of 32 Trillion, making it a smaller planet in the Nous Vasilii Constellations. City Sky is the main city of the planet, the center of all hosting and trade. Baixda speaks an agglutinative, analytic language filled with cognate lexicon, auxilary verbs and inflectional morphologies and tones that makes it mutually intelligible, at times, with several key languages across universes. Because of this, the langauge of Nytar is usually called 'Middle', or some version of 'Blood Relative' to other languages.

NOUS VASILII

When the people of Baixda began to liberate and offer freedom to other planets who were ruled by chaos, darkness or harm, the Nous Vasilii began to form. They couldn't simply take everyone on as pirates on their planet and so, the empire began to spread; the ruler of Baixda has ruled Nous Vasilii for 57 generations now; they have spread the Empire through multiple galactic clusters and now encorporates roughly 400,000 universes with 1,000,000 civilized planets under their sway. Nous Vasilii is an autocratic imperial dynasty, run by The Majestrix, but every civilized planet rules itself as voted on by its peoples; the elected officials of planets who choose true leaders are part of a council that work with The Majestrix to make decisions on behalf of the whole empire.

W.M. S00

Wasemsoo was where the original humanoid species existed upon the visit from Marik who gave birth to Baixda, The Hero. Baixda was the first and only magically inclined Wasemsoo. When Marik, The Witch, changed her bloodline it was Baixda who faded into oblivion, returning to reality a million years before his own birth in a neighboring space that had yet to exist. Rather than die, Baixda found strength, conquering the stardragon that tried to end his life and formed the first sparks of what would eventually, after many millenia, become Baixda and later, Nous Vasilii. The Wasemsoo, enraged by their own child being lost to this, learned themselves into such an advanced science as to become living-technology themselves: they upgrade their species and expand by infiltrating into new planets, new universes, to steal knowledge and talents and, most importantly, powerful minds and souls.

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