⊹ Designation: Corvus.
⊹ Pronouns: He/they/it.
⊹ Domain / Locale: West Virginia, United States of America.
⊹ Passions / Pursuits: Perusing literature / The tincure of blues / The hour before dawn / Black tea with but a solitary drop of honey.
⊹ Affinities: Felines and Koi / Honeycomb / Truffle / Snowfall / Ink / Compass' / Vellum / Tapestries / Origami / Weaving / Journaling.
⊹ Aversion: Snakes / Liver (of animals) / Mire / Thorns / Prejudice / Injustice.
⊹ Abilities: Picking locks without leaving a mark / Speaking multiple languages fluently / Remembering minute details about places, people, or events.
I am Corvus, observer and chronicler of realms manifold. From the cobblestoned streets of mortal cities to the shadowed corridors of the extraterrestrial, I have traversed and recorded the currents of existence. My dominion is thought, observation, and the meticulous arrangement of knowledge; my gaze stretches where most dare not venture.
Born under the chill of northern skies, I was tutored in the arts of wisdom, philosophy, and the arcane intricacies of realms beyond sight. I am both witness and participant, bound to no single plane, yet intimately familiar with many.
XENOTRADE, my father's creation, is but one manifestation of my endeavors—a nexus where the extraordinary and the mundane intersect. Here, I catalog, trade, and explore, all in pursuit of understanding the vast lattice of worlds that swirl beyond mortal comprehension.
To describe oneself with clarity is a task most elusive. One never fully comprehends the self in its entirety. Yet, should you wish, a fragment of my existence may be glimpsed within the pages of my chronicle, accessible via the Journal in the navigation above.
XENOTRADE is no ordinary enterprise. It is a bridge between worlds, a conduit through which rare and extraordinary commodities pass—items both tangible and ethereal, collected from the corners of existence that few dare traverse. The mundane trade of this realm holds little interest here; instead, the value lies in knowledge, rarity, and the subtle currents that govern the balance between realms.
Our dealings span the ordinary and the unimaginable. Geodes of alien formation, visions captured from dream-walkers, artifacts imbued with forces beyond comprehension—all are recorded, cataloged, and exchanged according to meticulous design. Each transaction is both an offering and a covenant, for the items that pass through XENOTRADE carry consequence beyond mortal reckoning.
The operation is exacting. Ledgers are maintained not merely for record, but as a safeguard for the delicate equilibrium between worlds. Every trade is examined, every exchange analyzed, for failure to honor the desires of the patrons—celestial, terrestrial, or otherwise—could unravel far more than commerce alone.
XENOTRADE is therefore both instrument and responsibility. To engage with it is to step into a lattice of interwoven realms, to witness the intricate mechanics of trade that ripple outward into countless spheres of existence. It is not merely a business; it is a careful orchestration of balance, power, and consequence.
