The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement.
But the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth.

 - Niels Bohr

Volarian

Whatever it is, it's flickering. In fact, 'imploding' might be better term, for all that makes it an imploding fire. This particular one is cycling every few seconds, then flaring much higher than one might otherwise expect, nearing two feet at times as it leaps and branches. A cloud of smoke persists wherever she goes - absent the usual supply of material she's consuming whatever happens to be nearest, releasing grime, clutter, and any forgotten psychoactives into the air as easily as most sentients breath.

These flames jump and spark through most of the rainbow. It's rare for sparks to land very far from the main body of the fire, and they never set anything else ablaze, though blue or white-hot material escapes at times. Through this curtain of fire, it's possible to note that it prefers to centre around a variety of solids, where they're available. One flares up, giving a series of crackles before dying out again. One can almost distinguish words.. Is the fire muttering to itself?

Background & such

Little is known of the flamebeings' history, as the vast majority has been removed by parties unknown. That wouldn't have been particularly difficult, considering that the lack of incorporated hardware space for long-term memory means she didn't even necessarily have what was removed on her person when it vanished. The imperfectly concealed data-trail led in the direction of the mess, and she followed as quickly as possible. Since then, she's been too busy getting her bearings to inquire about the matter.

Data can be stored in just about anything, so it's by no means going to be easy to pin down even some of her memories - much less who removed them in the first place.

Since an absence for OOC reasons, whatever head trip she was on seems to have solidified. Want more info? Just ask her. The mechnical spider is gone, too.

The Other Background

This is pretty vague as yet, so it can be filled in or changed as needed. Volarian is aware of little to none of the material in this section.

Her initial point of origin tended heavily towards sentient duststorms, thunderstorms, and fires, so people with their minds hidden away inside a brain/processor/whatever would be something of a novelty even if her memory were intact. She was some kind of a librarian, possibly working with archives on controversial subject matter. Maybe scarcity-era writings that some want to keep for the sake of history, and others consider outmoded to the point of being dangerous to post-scarcity existance. I've a feeling 'books' in that region are etched in stone or guided growth-patterns of trees. That's left a fondness for information-dense areas like libraries and museums, though she doesn't know what causes it. She was away from home, possibly touring, possibly just an extended wandering, when her memory was removed. Unable to find her way back, the only way to go was onwards.

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Unexplained stuff that might be important later

• She doesn't seem all that phased by the ultra-subjectivity of certain Televisionaries, though she doesn't know that's what it is. In fact, it's kinda neat. Is this from previous experience with the faction, or just one of the perks of having been an archivist?
  • Her future interactions with them will not be a series of extremely dry jokes. Trust me on this.

• Parity has been asked to keep a hexagonal crystal, an explanation for which was neither asked nor offered.

• Vol can't instantiate properly. Everything she makes arrives damaged somehow.

• What is it with her and flowers, anyway?
  • Clockwork has been gifted with a perpetually exploding chrysanthemum. Apparently it will grow only in Down.

• Decaying areas (even simulated ones like a false ruin) just seem more confortable to play her in. Eventually, there may be an explanation for why she keeps hanging around Downwarp.

• The [Page of Wands.]

Relationships

Friends

Trilogee, at least in her current incarnation.
Clockwork is Clockwork. Nothing more need be said.

Acquaintances

Frostbyte has been nice to her, but she doesn't know him all that well.

Lots more people in here, without time to write them up.

Enemies

None yet. We'll see how long that lasts.

Complete puzzlement

Sosael went and immolated herself in her, a while back. From the various rumours, they do have some similarities - just enough to make the butterfly and her other incarnations interesting. Not enough to have made them comprehensible.
Arine seems to know something she doesn't.

Colour-Coding

Kinda importaint for a being made partially out of light.

Patterns:

• <colour> -> white -> <colour> is a greeting,
• <colour> -> near infrared -> <colour> is a farewell.

Expressions:

• Purple is assorted positives.
• Blue is humour.
• Green - discomfort of all kinds
• Yellow is curiousity. It's probably the most common.
• Orange is abstraction.
• Red - variously negative. Anger/annoyance/whathaveyou.

The Mind Within

Warm, curious, polite, sometimes helpful. A bit slow on the uptake of a joke. Whether that's due to the difficulty she seems to have acquired regarding language (or maybe just the translator), time, and selfhood is anyones' guess.

She seems to have a liking for philosophy.

Volarian is perfectly comprehensible to herself. Of course she is.

Of course, the lot of you are free to argue or add on to this summary

Here.

"She seems fine to me." Frostbyte

"Everburning flame. What a symbolism for a creature." Kalki

"She reminds me of me... only not. But sort of. But in a different form. I wonder if she'd like to share static some time" Clockwork