Post by xyrapheriel on Sept 18, 2011 19:56:21 GMT -8
[/font]``Xyrapheriel~
[/center]yo, mete here.
i came here from the road seldom traveled
and i joined because i'm in need of companions
i've circled the sun 22 times
about 14 of them have been spent roleplaying
i have two other characters:
The Tenth Doctor, Eirawen Rohana
rules? of course I've read the rules; here's proof: glowsticks
i came here from the road seldom traveled
and i joined because i'm in need of companions
i've circled the sun 22 times
about 14 of them have been spent roleplaying
i have two other characters:
The Tenth Doctor, Eirawen Rohana
rules? of course I've read the rules; here's proof: glowsticks
birth name~ Project 13-1864-5
nicknames~
XYRAPHERIEL
The name Project 13-1864-5 chose for himself bears considerable meaning and was chosen carefully in honor of what he was, and what he intended to become. He has been known by this name since the first decade of his escape from Laboratory ΚΣΗΡ-Δ.
XYRA
The shortened form of Xyrapheriel's chosen name, this is surprisingly used very seldom. Most who make reference to Xyrapheriel are doing just that - making reference. Very few people actually know Xyrapheriel in any personal way and therefore his name when spoken tends to be formalized. More often than not, he is referred to by his more 'mythological' names, listed below.
THE IMPOSSIBLE CHILD
Although all records of his creation have been destroyed and will never again be seen in any time or reality as ensured by Xyrapheriel himself, those who recognize specific attributes of his genetic structure have been wise enough to conclude that he is greater than the sum of many races. He bears the powers and abilities of many, and the weaknesses of none. He becomes the Hole Of The Worlds, the darkest of all black holes, a power never before seen embodied in a living and breathing individual. It is for all this that he is known throughout galaxies and even times before his own as The Impossible Child.
WORLDS END / HOLE OF THE WORLDS
Because of Xyrapheriel's fantastic ability to transform into what is best described as a black hole capable of consuming entire galaxies, he is very commonly referred to as World's End or The Hole. The names are as much a threat as they can be a promise. All who one day aspire to take control of things far greater than themselves are trained to fear these names as the obstacle to their glory as masters of the universe, of time, or of space.
SCELERATUS SOLUM
The name granted to him by scholars and those who believe they have some understanding of the inner workings of Xyrapheriel's mind, Sceleratus Solum is essentially The Lonely Wicked One. For men who have never met him, the name holds more accuracy than they could ever comprehend.
age && date of birth~
Unknown, due to the erase of all ΚΣΗΡ-Δ data. If one were to ask, Xyrapheriel would likely merely state himself to be 'quite old' and never give an approximate age. The greatest educated guesses place him at roughly 3,000 years of age.
gender~ Indisputably Male
species~
Xyrapheriel is the only one of his kind - not the last, nor even the first. He is, quite simply, the only one. His race has no name, though if it did, Xyrapheriel himself reckons the name would fast become synonymous to Devourer.
sexuality~
Completely unknown. Xyrapheriel has a strictly textbook knowledge of the very basics of reproduction but has literally no understanding or concept of anything in regards to courtship. He has made clear he never intends to breed, but beyond this there is no sign of an actual sexual preference.
occupation~
The original plans for Project 13-1864-5 were the blueprints of a magnificent and unstoppable living weapon. When free will was injected into his system by the form of a Soulbank, Project 13-1864-5 went against his creators and chose a new life for himself as the precise opposite. He lives as a shield and protector to the universes, to all galaxies and dimensions, rather than a sword and destroyer to anything that could cross his path.
face claim~ Matthew Gray Gubler
fandom~ Doctor Who
canon / original~Original Creation
hair color~
Naturally, Xyrapheriel's hair is literally colorless as the pigmentation genetics had not yet been added. This does not mean his hair is white - it is, literally, the absence of color. As such to hold it up it is like looking through rippled water or glass, and is exceptionally fine to the touch.
With his shields in place, Xyrapheriel disguises his hair as a very pale brown, rather like the color of a young fawn. It is an unremarkable color, which is why he enjoys and prefers it, though it retains its incredibly fine nature as he has no idea how to disguise it or even that he should.
eye color~
Naturally his irises are a clear, metallic gold that is unlike anything seen on a humanoid creature. The color itself is incredibly difficult to describe, particularly when combined with the dark copper diamond-shaped pupil that seems to award a holographic shimmer to the eyes.
Under shielding, he tends to settle for a very normal and exceptionally human shade of brown. He has a fascination for individuals with green eyes though, so every now and again his shields get confused and his eyes turn green. Until someone comments he probably won't notice what happened.
height~
Xyrapheriel stands at 6'2" in any form, as this is something he doesn't see fit to disguise.
weight~
168lbs, again something he does not seek to hide, though maybe he should, as he is a bit skinny for a man of his stature.
distinctive features~
All distinctive features are hidden by his shields, such as his eyes and hair, as well as the insertion scars and the various remnants of many battles and dissection attempts faced throughout the course of his life.
Another very distinctive feature about Xyrapheriel is his blood. The same iridescent shade of gasoline spilled over water, a myriad of opalescent colors and exceptionally poisonous to water based organisms, it is very visually distinctive.
Although Xyrapheriel does not realize the abnormality due to always crying in the rain, his tear ducts were incomplete upon the time of his awakening. As such, when he cries, he does not cry tears, but rather his own blood.
general appearance~
Xyrapheriel is permanently hidden behind his shielding: a compliment of shapeshifter genetics implanted into him during his creation phase. The shields allow him to change his own physical genetic structure to match the full physical form of any of his spliced characteristics.
Xyrapheriel's form of choice, the body he thinks of as his true avatar and his favored persona is that of a tall, lanky man with soft tawny hair and soulful brown eyes. His skin is fair and he appears so normal that its abnormal in its beauty, its unassuming hope of anonymity that is almost androgynous in nature due to Xyrapheriel's genuine lack of understanding of how humans are meant to look.
It would take a very great deal to make Xyrapheriel drop any of his shields for any reason. In the event that they are dropped in anger, the first to be revealed tends to be his eyes, their ethereal golden glow enhanced almost by genuine fire when he is truly enraged.
Should his anger go farther than intimidation tactics, the hair is next, revealed to its genuine hip length and inhuman clarity and embodied by the Ylaraen wind element to fan out around him and obtain a black-and-silver quality between the strands.
This black and silver quality that forms between his hair is the first hint, the first threat of his Transformation into the End of Worlds, a black hole great enough to take out not only galaxies, but timelines as well.
In this form, his true strength is revealed. It shows itself when he is facing worlds that go against the laws of the universe, who aim for tyranny and oppression upon others. Although he has never been loved, Xyrapheriel is protective of the ideals of peace and family, ideals threatened by those who would seek to rule over more than they should.
Much more rarely, and perhaps much more tragically, is when Xyrapheriel's shields disguising his scars break down. This generally only happens after he has been run down without any chance to lay down and restore himself, or if he has been significantly tortured.
Knowing he cannot die, sometimes Xyrapheriel allows others to torture him as a punishment for all he has done wrong. He escapes after his body reaches a collapse point, which would take the world with him if he didn't leave. It is his silent way of forgiving those who wrong him - saving them after they have tortured him horribly.
likes~
Children are by far the most fascinating things in all the universes. No matter what race they come from, they are fantastic miracles of creation that needed no laboratory or scientist to form. The races that breed fully formed versions of themselves are incredibly intriguing, but it is those races - such as humans - who bear miniature young that inspire the greatest awe in Xyrapheriel. Those tiny, miniscule forms so vulnerable and delicate, perfect living beings wrapped in such amazing forms - like carbon copies of their parents only ever so much smaller - are positively glorious in the eyes of a man created from science.
02. ANIMALS~
Anything with an intellect and communication level of a whale or ape and lower tend to be quite intriguing to Xyrapheriel. He has discovered that canines especially are extremely friendly creatures who seem to have either no sense of self-preservation and fear, or they simply had absolutely no feeling of judgement for him. As a result of their innocent responses, Xyrapheriel feels truly appreciative and grateful for the company of animals.
03. MUSIC & PAN FLUTE ~
There is something about music that has always attracted Xyrapheriel. He has learned during his research of the beings used for his creation that three of them were deeply connected to music, as forms of communication, healing and even power. Though he has never personally used music as a source of power, Xyrapheriel does find a deep sense of calm when listening to it. He carries on him a pan flute that was created for him by the Ylaraens, a gift of pity and compassion for the Impossible Child that he has never understood. All he knows is that it is the kindest thing that was ever done for him, and he cherishes it beyond all other worldly possessions.
04. PILLOWS~
More often than not, Xyrapheriel tends to find himself sleeping among the trees and stars of the planets he visits, too afraid to surround himself with the people even though he knows his disguise to be flawless. By day he is happy to mingle among them, but the vulnerability presented by the biological need for sleep terrifies him. As such it is very rare that he will feel safe enough to sleep on a bed, though the few times he did had been the closest he had ever known to paradise. More often than not now, he tends to buy a pillow before scooting off to find a tree or cave to pass out in.
05. CHOCOLATE
Although he was introduced to this by the person who later destroyed his faith in anyone's ability to ever truly care about something as monstrous as himself, the shockingly velvet taste of chocolate is something Xyrapheriel will never forget, nor stop enjoying. He has a habit of trying a chocolate from every place he visits - which has led to some interesting side effects and some unfortunate stomach railings depending on the planet - but has more often than not proved a pleasant experience. ~
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dislikes~
The greatest enemy Xyraphereil has is both figuratively and literally himself. He is the one person who can put an end to his life - a reverse absorption, taking himself into himself is literally the only way to kill him. He may be wounded by weapons until his body forces a collapse - like a dying star, he becomes the End of Worlds and when he returns from the Transformation he is whole again, all wounds scarred over. Seeing as Xyrapheriel has no love for himself, this places him in very real danger.
02. WAR~
Having sworn to protect rather than destroy, the fact the universe is obsessed with power and control, in the enslavement and oppression of other races absolutely irks Xyrapheriel. He despises death for meaningless reasons, has no love of tyrants or empires that move to take over more than they have right to. Though Xyrapheriel does not intend to be the judge of worlds, he follows the strict laws of the universe and if he finds them broken, he will correct the error - even if that means to pass a damning judgement.
03. BLACK HOLES~
Entirely not fun when you aren't the one who made it. Black holes and Xyrapheriel have a very angry relationship, as they are essentially a cancellation of each other. If a black hole absorbs Xyrapheriel, he can retain the consciousness to absorb the black hole and thus end it, though doing so will leave him sick and disoriented for a good half a year, which is never good when you're a hunted man.
04. UNEXPECTED TIME LOCKS~
Are to Xyrapheriel what windows are too birds. A huge and unexpected wall that you can't see until you've all but cracked your head open on it. Most things placed under Time Lock are well known - such as the Time War - but every now and then there is some odd thing placed under a Time Lock or a Fixed Point that Xyrapheriel will unfortunately smack into without any awareness of its presence until after he's beaned himself.
05. ENDANGERED OR UPSET CHILDREN~
Xyrapheriel's love for children goes beyond his fascination for their fragile lives; it is a part of his biological structure. An unknown factor of the Quagquetzal is their deep maternal instincts, found in both sexes. To those who have a proper understanding of these serpentine creatures of Flexse'Porvalor, they are known as the Foster Mothers of the universe.
Quagquetzal are said to be able to hear a child's cry across galaxies. They reunite lost children with their parents, take orphaned or children from the streets or their homes and raise them in safer environments, loving each as their own. The Quagquetzal will do anything to protect a child, and it is their genetics that crafted Xyrapheriel's ocular and sensory outputs. As such, to hear or see a child hurt or distressed in any fashion is a guaranteed way to bring out Xyrapheriel's darker sides.
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habits~
Xyrapheriel absolutely loves to learn. Learning is probably the closest he ever gets to being truly happy, and libraries are endless vasts of knowledge. His favorite thing to do is travel worlds and timelines to discover new libraries and simply read. Everything from fiction to fact, if its written Xyrapheriel will want to read it. He has studied everything from the creatures used to create him, to the history of the world he happens to be on, to various medical and biological texts.
02. SELF-SACRIFICE~
As Xyrapheriel knows he cannot die, he often uses himself as a living shield to protect innocent lives, be it from debris or bullets or plasma rays, it matters not. Xyrapheriel is very self-punishing and so using himself as a shield like this serves two purposes - on one hand it protects someone and on the other the pain makes him feel less a failure, less of a monster.
03. CARVING~
Xyrapheriel discovered in his studies that humans and Ylaraens were very fond of art, and he spent some years studying the various styles and mediums of both races. Of all the arts - music aside - he found himself most fascinated by carving. He chose to learn it and since then, he has found a great calm in creating figures with his hands, often giving them away or trading them for sustenance at various markets.
04. CRYING WHEN IT RAINS~
Only when it rains does Xyrapheriel feel as though it is safe to cry. The rain can blend and mix with the tears, wash away the pain as surely as the escaped sorrow could cleanse his soul. There are times when Xyrapheriel seeks out planets with constant rain, simply so he can cry silently in the middle of an alien forest and feel the pain slowly ebb aside. These are the times when it takes days to get better, days of endless weeping, of sleeping in whimpers and waking with more to cry over. His instincts beg for something on these days, ache so terribly for something he doesn't understand, something he has no concept of but his instincts recognize as necessary. Xyrapherial has never felt comforting hands, has never been sheltered or hugged, has never known reassurance. Yet every part of him knows that there is something missing - and that missing factor always makes the crying days so much worse. He doesn't have a name for it, but his soul knows it needs someone to tell him that its all going to be okay.
05. RANDOM RESCUE MISSIONS~
More often than not, Xyrapheriel will find a comfortable library hop interrupted by the cries of a child, or the distress of an adult somewhere in his range of sensing. When this happens, he cannot continue to read until he knows that whoever it is that is having troubles is safe. These can either be quick little trips, or turn into entirely impromptu and unwelcome mini adventures that take him away from his study far longer than initially intended.
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strengths~
The Kaeyos Vyrm are world and dimension eaters. Huge amorphous blobs with a roughly worm-like silhouette, their great maws create vacuums like black holes that suck in entire worlds and dimensions. Combined with the sheer power of Chronyvaetshical genetics, this allows Xyrapheriel to complete a Transformation into what is, essentially, an exceedingly powerful black hole capable of absorbing entire galaxies, with all of its dimensions and time lines included, virtually unmaking it.
With the ability to unmake galaxies - or on a smaller scale, armies, or on a very narrow scale, individuals - comes too the reverse power. What he unmakes, Xyrapheriel can remake. What is destroyed by other means - that is, anything destroyed by means other than himself - Xyrapheriel can also recreate by using the remaining energies left behind.
For example, a world destroyed by Sontarans would be exploded into pieces. It would still have alternate dimensions and timelines - the past, for example. Both of these can be utilized to recreate everything that was destroyed from the point before it was destroyed, to the very last blade of grass. Meaning the world would return, all life in tact, with no memory of having ever been obliterated.
02. VOID JUMPING~
Xyrapheriel is capable of traveling between space, time and dimensions without any technological devices or ships simply by walking through the Void. Xyrapheriel's inherent nature as a Kaeyos Vyrm hybrid allows him to utilize the Void to his own purposes, and in many ways to consider the Void as a comforting place - a home, even.
03. RETRACTABLE CLAWS & FANGS~
Thanks to the Sesuezies and Mormolykeia genetics utilized in his creation, Xyrapheriel can extend and retract both fangs and claws. Like a Sesuezies, his fangs and claws are hollow and filled with venom. However, while a Sesuezies claws are no longer than the average human fingernails with razor edges, a Mormolykeia's claws range from 4" - 11" inches. The full extent of Xyrapheriel's claws is 7" inches, though he rarely goes beyond 4".
04. POISON BLOOD ~
It is said that anything in nature which is brightly colored is poisonous. The blood of Project 13-1864-5 is an iridescent rainbow of colors like gasoline spilled over water and is as corrosive as the very substance its been compared to. The blood has greater affect on creatures that have any sort of water base in their system - the higher their water content, the worse the effect of the blood, to the point of melting the skin clear from the bones. The lower the water content the less harmful the blood is.
05. MARTIAL ART & TACTICS~
Although no fond fan of war, Xyrapheriel wanted a way to put a stop to things that would not involve simply devouring an entire planet. So he learned to fight from various humanoid races, as he preferred his human form above all else and he had no intentions of creating a new one just to learn how to fight more limbs than a human generally has. Although he rarely calls upon his martial skills, they do tend to come in handy more often than he would like to admit. Tactics were his favored point, as he truly liked learning to defeat an enemy using his own tactics and with the loss of minimal life.
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weaknesses~
When Xyrapheriel looks at himself, he sees a monster. He sees something that was not born, but made, and all of his efforts against his creators and their plan for him cannot change the facts of what he is. Although he placed the threat of himself in the mind of the universe in order to protect it, the repercussion is a universe with nobody to reach out to. After Kaytalia, Xyrapheriel came to the conclusion that there was nothing good or redeemable about himself. He was a monster that nobody would ever believe in, a monster that turned good people bad - and then killed them for it. He is the very thing he can never forgive.
02. WRATH~
With so much to hate about himself, Xyrapheriel often relies on other races to bring him a sense of wonder for the universe. That wonder often helps him fight to protect it, but the problem lies in the fact that so many races simply want to fight. They want to prove their superior intellect or strength (or both). They want to expand their areas of control, to use others as slaves so the menial work doesn't affect them. All of these attributes are things Xyrapheriel cannot tolerate. Manipulations of time and dimensions for personal political gain also tends to really irritate him, especially when it results in more tyranny. When provoked far enough, Xyrapheriel will put a stop to the destruction - by whatever means necessary.
Although he has only experienced the smallest possible glimpse of what can happen when someone he is protecting is in danger, Xyrapheriel may one day learn that he is at his most dangerous and wicked when someone he cares about is threatened.
03. LONELINESS ~
Although he does not truly understand the name of it, Xyrapheriel knows he yearns for something, something that has hurt him since his birth and only escalated a thousand fold after Kaytalia left.
He doesn't understand fully what he is missing. Aside from his creators, Xyrapheriel has never been touched, not even by Kaytalia, not even so much as a pat on the shoulder. He has never been touched, let alone held, reassured or comforted.
He has no understanding of social mores in conversation most of the time because everything he knows has come from the murky depths of dusty books. What he doesn't know is he is aching for companionship on a level even deeper than loneliness - he needs it on a biological level and its a need never answered.
Although he is the first, the last and the only one of his species, Xyrapheriel is in fact stunted in his growth. Were his race a common one, studies would show them to be incredibly intelligent and powerful - but also very reliant on each other. The reason for this is in the very basics of the biology.
The Ylarean are wind elementals who never travel in groups smaller than twenty. In order to build stronger gusts they have to sing off one another, carrying the sound and the air between them until the wind is formed. The larger the group, the stronger the wind.
Chronyvaetshical lived for an average minimum of 175,000 years - and they mated for life. Though they could bear no children, their companions were permanent and more important to them than their own lives. A Chronyvaetshical was more likely to die protecting its mate than it was to die in any other way.
The Kaeyos Vyrm are essentially whales of the void. They travel in pods and seem disinterested in anything other than eating, blobbing together to sleep, and continuing on through the Void in search of more food.
Sesuezies are born in groups of fifteen or more and tend to stay with their families for most of their lives until they find their own mate. After bearing their own children, they eventually rejoin their families and merge back and forth between the original and their own.
Mormolykeia, a race feared for its feeding habits and treated as boogeymen to children also mate for life. Though they can only bear one child in that time, when they too used to breed far more, they are still very much family oriented creatures.
Quagquetzal, the Mothers of the universe, are nothing without children to love and a family to protect. The males are as mothering and affectionate as the females, and no Quagquetzal is complete without its lifemate and family. They are pack creatures, so more often than not there may be four to five families living in the same area, averaging up to eight Quagquetzal and sixteen to twenty children at minimum.
Humans, though some may deny it and others may not realize it, are fairly independent but become very uncomfortable if left alone for extended periods of time. They live in huge, tightly packed cities and bustle past each other every day comfortably. Those who live in small communities are close to all their neighbors. Some are family oriented, some aren't, but at the end of the day a human forever alone is often very mentally unbalanced over time.
With all of these factors into play, the fact Xyrapheriel never had the love of any parents or siblings, no friends, no lovers, no companions, no physical contact in all that time and nothing but self hate and a desire to overcome the horrors of his own creation through repentance for the crimes made in the name of his existence marks him as a very unstable member of his race. Or would, if there were more of his kind.
This is a man - a man who embodies an entire race - who should never, ever be alone, and has been since the day of his birth but for one small moment in time. His every instinct yearns for a companion, and he cannot even place a name upon the emotion of lonely.
04. LOSS OF FAITH~
One of the things that has kept Xyrapheriel going all this time is the internal belief and conviction that the universe is full of good people. Full of brilliant, innocent people who have every right to live and be happy, to embrace their normal natural lives that were born and not made. Yet with every new war, with every senseless murder made, Xyrapheriel feels his conviction beginning to crack.
05. WAVERING WILL TO LIVE
The only one of his kind - a kind that, had it been a race, would have demanded companionship in order to survive and function properly - Xyrapheriel has been alone for thousands of years with nothing but the barest of reasons to live - the ghost of a promise to himself - while growing more and more hateful of his own existence and of life in general. As the only person who can actually end his life, Xyrapheriel is getting closer and closer to being a true and deadly danger to himself.~
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goals~
To live a life that those who died so that he could be created would be proud of. To be the exact opposite of what he was meant to be - not a weapon, but a protection to the universe.
secrets~
While everyone knows the myths of Xyrapheriel, well over ninety-six percent of the universe has never met him. They know him by his unshielded form, and he always walks as a human. The four percent who do know him in this form are wary too approach, and even they do not know the true extent of his scars. His identity as The Impossible Child / Worlds End allows him to walk as Xyrapheriel without recognition until he sees fit to reveal himself - the greatest secret he has is his own identity, followed sharply by the fact that he is kinder than any would imagine. He protects the universe when he was created to destroy it, but he can never reveal that either and so he walks always in shadow. Alone.
overall personality~
Xyrapheriel is a deeply complex individual. The very first thing that should be known - and in all honesty, the universe has been quite content to forget this little tidbit - is that Xyrapheriel is so much more than a Frankenstein of genetic splicing. He has a soul - a pure, untainted soul that fills his very core and is his very essence of being - just like anyone else.
When that soul took hold, the first thing Xyrapheriel knew was the faces of his creators. Meaningless sounds translated into understanding in mere moments, and his genetically enhanced intellect comprised of some of what the Laboratory considered the greatest of the advanced races learned very quickly what he was. A creation - a test tube subject that was spoken of like a machine as opposed to a living thing.
A machine that understood due to his chosen genetic structure precisely what life was, what life meant and what his soul - or perhaps even his unusual heart - told him he personally possessed. A machine that knew it was created to destroy life and be nothing more than a weapon. A weapon against all that stood in the way of the Lord Savior - a meaningless title, a name, he knew not.
In the first hours of his birth Xyrapheriel learned his purpose, the methods of his own creation, the successes and failures of all other projects, moving through time while his creators believed him to be prone, but alive upon his pallet. Armed with the terrible truth, Xyrapheriel made his choice. He destroyed the laboratory, everything in it, everything connected to it. He destroyed all the other labs and all that was connected to them.
Then, he took down the Empire of Lord Savior Nezzareth and everything connected to it. This he did, in the name of the universe. In the name of time and in the name of life. Nothing like Xyrapheriel could ever exist again. The threat he posed was too great and he understood this.
He informed the greatest of his core genetic donators, and they spread his name and the whispers of his myth. They watch him as surely as he watches them and neither interferes with the other. These watchers neither love nor hate him, for even they do not fully comprehend all that he is, all that he can do, or even just what he is.
Xyrapheriel was created to destroy galaxies. He chose instead to save them, from himself and the Empire that made him and then from each other. Then he made those galaxies fear him and even hate his whispered names - The Worlds End, The Impossible Child - and his reasoning is unfortunately tragic.
Xyrapheriel does not believe his existence to be anything but monstrous. He lives, to apologize for existing. And when he fails to set things right he lets these worlds punish him, before slipping off again to resume an existence fueled by self-loathing and a desire for something he doesn't understand, something he dreams of but may never be able to accept in a life so wounded and jaded.
To be accepted for what he is, to be accepted despite what he is and above all, to trust in that acceptance one more time, may very well be a dream that has died. Xyrapheriel knows love by what he observes, by what he sees and what he reads in his travels, but he has never once - in thousands of years he has never once known it from a personal perspective.
Xyrapheriel is reaching a crossroads of life, where the goal to bring pride to the memory of lost ghosts and the ambition to use his powers for good may be lost to the terrifying apathy of having no real reason to live and a universe filled with war and hate that has been taught not to trust in the Impossible Child, therefore negating the chance of someone reaching out to save what may already be long lost.
home town~ Laboratory ΚΣΗΡ-Δ
current residence~ The Void
parents~
Liiaulaen Ua' Liailaia - Non-Sex Ylaraen - Base Genetics
Aesthinvaleria - Male Chronyvaetshical - Core Genetics
Ugansor - Non-Sex Kaeyos Vyrm - Core Genetics
Quaxil Amir - Male Sesuezies - Central Nervous System
Orionbeljarda - Male Mormolykeia - Primary Organs
Thantosial Sheidonicht - Male Quagquetzal - Ocular and Sensory Systems
Logan Melville - Male Human - Blood Stabilization
UNKNOWN FACTOR - Soulbank
siblings~
Project 14-1864-6
Project 15-1864-6
Project 16-1864-6
Project 17-1864-7
Project 18-1864-7
Project 19-1864-7
Project 20-1864-7
Project 21-1864-7
Project 22-1864-8
Project 23-1864-8
Project 24-1864-8
Project 25-1864-8
Project 26-1864-9
pets~
None.
family~
None. As a genetically spliced creation, his family consisted of those who were created in the same batch of subjects as himself, but they were all destroyed when he took down the laboratory that created him - and them. Over the course of thousands of years, he has found nobody he can call family. Either because they were too afraid of who and what he was to be willing to see him as anything but a monster, or because he himself could not trust those who tried despite it.
history~
In a time not only forgotten, but erased from the very fabric of time, there was an Empire led by a half-human by the name of Nezzareth. In the time when it existed, this Empire was large enough to spread across hundreds of galaxies, its people intermingled and interbred with the races of their allies and even of their conquests. They called him Lord and Savior, a ruler of nations and worlds who conquered with cruelty and controlled with kindness. To serve him was an honor, to live in his conquered worlds was to be saved from the ravages of war.
For those familiar with human history, the best comparison of Nezzareth and his Empire would be that of Alexander the Great and the Roman Empire - two very separate things that, together, would have made something unstoppable. Nezzareth was that Alexander and his Empire was truly Roman, with all the beauty and cruelty of their ancient Byzantine rule. Conquered worlds paid tribute to the Great Lord Nezzareth in whatever means was best available to them - from ores for raw fuel, to technology and science, but all worlds had a tribute that was universally the same.
Five hundred young boys every ten years would be sacrificed for the glory and honor of the Nezzarian Empire. Every ten years, in exchange for peace and continued survival under their Lord and Savior's banner, the conquered nations gave their best children to serve in their Master's army. So it was the Nezzarian Empire's strength forever grew stronger, as those children were taken from their homes and trained in the arts of war until they forgot their families and old loyalties, or died in the determination to hold on to them.
Though each world made this tribute once every ten years, there were hundreds of planets that fell in the shadow of Nezzareth's far-reaching banner and each one was in a different time slot for tribute. There was never a time when there was not a new shipment of children to be trained, and the Great and Glorious Army of the Lord and Savior was forever busy. Yet despite all they already had, those who called themselves True Nezzarian Nation, were not content to stop at just a few hundred worlds, a few dozen galaxies. They, in the like mind of their great leader, would not be content until they had everything in their control. Until there was not an army or a force in all the universes that could stop them.
As the armies marched and the sacrificed children of hundreds of worlds learned to match that beaten step in perfect tandem, the true depravity of the Lord and Savior was hidden away on the moons of conquered worlds, in establishments burrowed into the very core of the frozen rocks and reaching through their entire circumferences. Those facilities were the Laboratories of Our Lord and Savior, labelled one through seven as according to their first date of functionality.
Using True Nezzarian scientists as well as Allied scientists sworn to secrecy to the point of being unable to ever leave their moon base and having every call and outside transmission observed, the ΚΣΗΡ laboratories went beyond Top Secret and into something almost Black Market in sinister secrecy.
Within the seven ΚΣΗΡ quadrants were the genetic materials of every conquered and allied race, as well as samples of aliens hunted and captured deliberately or by fluke for the sake of Nezzareth's splicing project. The goal of his scientists was to splice together a living weapon that would not only be virtually unstoppable and capable of ensuring Nezzareth's Eternal Empire's expansion beyond that of any Empire ever before known, but would also be capable of keeping the Lord and Savior company.
The weapon would be capable of doubling as confidant and adviser and would be entirely under Nezzareth's control. The trouble lied not only in creating something that powerful, with that sort of intellect and a maintainable method of secure control, which was more than difficult in and of itself, but also in meeting Nezzareth's final demand.
The weapon must have personality - soul - something for Nezzareth to connect with. He was doing so much more than creating his means to the Endless Empire - he was creating the mate that would rule at his side, as well. The being that would, essentially, continue the Empire thousands of years after he, Nezzareth, finally set down his crown and embraced death, knowing he could trust his Empire would exist forevermore with the weapon at its helm.
The greatest powers at the disposal of the laboratories was their access to two genetic structures that all but guaranteed them a weapon that would be feared in all reaches of the universe. The Last Chronyvaetshicalian, a being of Time and Space encased in mortal coils, they were said to be capable of living for half a million years or more. The laws of Time and Space were inconsequential to them in almost every aspect but for Fixed and Locked points, though even these could be flouted in exchange for a few years off their lives.
Aesthinvaleria survived in only the most minute of ways, his soul carefully trapped by the Endaruae - or Soul Eaters as they were commonly called - whilst the body itself was preserved in ice so pervasive that even if he could have managed to escape the Endaruae hold upon him, his mind and body would be too close to a total shut down to provide any further aid.
Alongside him was the Kaeyos Vyrm, a great and bloated beast whose name only became known after he absorbed some of the scientists sent to take samples of him and a single restrainer cable snapped loose. Of them, only one was successfully retrieved from the coils of the creature, and from that day on he was known as Ugansor - though many insisted on referring to him only by his identification number, and the more frightful sort dubbed him 'The Hungry'.
Ugansor was a prize equally as valuable as Aesthinvaleria, with his ability to not only traverse the Void but to live in it, he had a power unknown to any other race at the Labs disposal. Yet more than even the unique gift of Void travel, Ugansor's true use lay in his method of feeding. The Kaeyos Vyrm were creatures of legend that lurked in the darkness of the Void, traversing its endless darkness with its fellow Vyrm. As old as the oldest stars, perhaps older still, the Vyrm ruled the Void with the same placid nature that the Humpback whale ruled the oceans of Earth.
Yet while the Humpback would devour whole worlds of plankton, the Vyrm would devour whole worlds - literally. They hunted down old stars on the verge of collapse and took the early beginnings of black holes into their maws, along with every planet in that star's immediate solar system. The Vyrm were not evil, so much as they were completely oblivious to the tiny lives living inside their sources of food. It was the planet cores, the stars, the very dust and rock of a galaxy that fed them. Everything else was too small to be of note.
Together alone, the Kaeyos Vyrm and the Chronyvaetshical had the sheer power to force galaxies to their knees, but it wasn't enough. Those two gene pools needed to be stabilized, for one. For another, they also needed to be forged together with beings - races - that could essentially mold the Lord's request.
Thousands died in the Laborotory search for a way to make the Chronovaetshical and Kaeyos Vyrm genes cohabitate, but not before two very old beings had their say. Trapped inside the ice, Aesthinvaleria was painfully aware of the state of his soul. He knew every slice taken from him was a risk for success, that his blood could find itself utilized to create a weapon the universe was not yet ready to fight. He knew, also, that no ice could preserve life forever - eventually, his DNA would break down and become impossible to utilize. The problem was it took time - more time than Aesthinvaleria felt he had - and he had to die.
Death was not something that alarmed Aesthinvaleria. He had lived far longer than the average time of his race - had lived long enough to watch the last ones die, to hold in his arms his own mate's final breath. To Aesthinvaleria, death was the welcoming whispers of old friends and times gone past, and perhaps the oldest and most humbling concept of the universe.
Everything had to die some day - no matter how immortal, how endless they may be or how eternal they may think themselves, the universe had but one great truth. Time could be warped, bended and manipulated, but no matter how powerful you were or how hard you ran, there was a day waiting, an inescapable moment from which nothing could truly escape forever.
Those who feared death were sad, those who denied it could ever touch them were simply arrogant. Perhaps they would last longer than anything else, but eventually the only eternal truth would embrace them whether they liked it or not.
So it was not his death that concerned Aesthinvaleria, so much as the success of it. He accepted his own death as not only a truth but a necessity that had to be approached with utmost care and finesse.
It is one thing to take you life in a fit of rage, or under the weight of an all consuming depression. One thing to believe you had nothing to live for, to take your own life in a single act of violence or quiet poison.
It is a completely different strength of character to calmly assess yourself and begin accelerating your own genetic structure in a completely methodical manner, drawing it out to keep the things feeding on your very soul from realizing your intentions, your movements. To very carefully choose which part of yourself to torture next in order to ensure you survived as long as possible and that your very essence of being was destroyed.
For it was torture, every waking moment of it. The faster his cells moved, the more every nerve they touched screamed with the fire of a thousand suns. Piece by piece Aesthinvaleria delivered himself to torment not because he wanted to die, but because he knew he had to die. Piece by burning piece, Aesthinvaleria utilized his centuries of knowledge in anatomy, survival and adrenaline to literally dissect himself internally and sabotage his own genetic structure.
By the time the Endaruae realized what was happening and tried to stop it, they were far to late to preserve him. With one last act of defiance, Aesthinvaleria opened a time gate in his chest cavity, causing the Endurae attached to him to be rewritten in the moment of his death. They ceased to exist as surely as he ceased to draw breath, and the laboratory was left in a desperate scramble to save as much of his tissues as they could.
In the end, they managed to salvage enough living cells operating at a slow enough rate of acceleration to last them three years in experiments if they used their samples sparingly. Unfortunately, deadlines were starting to be drawn as Nezzareth's patience began to feel somewhat tried, and the project batches kept failing within the first month of active life.
Worse still, the scientist who had discovered the use of Ylaraen as a bonding agent for the Chronyvaetshical and Kaeyos Vyrm suffered an accident with Ugansor, along with five of her associates. While attempting to take their usual samples, the Vyrm was being forcibly restrained to stillness, controlled by high powered electric shocks as the scientists entered the cell. By this point Ugansor understood that the pain of these shocks meant to be still, for they would stop as soon as movement did.
However, one of the power cords sending surges to the giant creature broke free, cascading down upon the scientists and several of Ugansor's bonds, freeing him from his confines as the electric hose whipped through the floor, striking down the scientists as several things happened at once.
Support teams rushed in to take control of the chord and the half-released Vyrm, as Ugansor surged forward with all the power of a beast his size and engulfed the scientists. The released power chord was restrained and shut down as the rest of the team attempted to rescue the scientists from Ugansor's absorption.
Anita Langsley, the scientist responsible for discovering the use of the Ylaraens, was the only one to be recovered - the rest were lost. After this, Ugansor's shock treatments were increased as a punishment, but a stop was quickly put in place, as the last thing anyone wanted was for Ugansor to lose his training due to corporeal punishing.
After her absorption into Ugansor's body, Anita Langsley was very out of sorts. Those who knew her said that the following two weeks of her life seemed as though she had been walking through a very sad dream from which she could not wake. Two days after Aesthinvaleria's suicide to keep his DNA from being used, Anita Langsley opened the hatch of Laboratory Laboratory ΚΣΗΡ-Δ and was lost to space. She left behind a diary that chronicled her time inside Ugansor, which had not been at all terrifying.
On the contrary, according to Anita's diary she had felt sheltered and safe, surrounded entirely by a great warmth and softly singing voices she could not understand. Her team had been badly burned by the electric charge from the fallen chord. Meant to torture a being over a hundred times their size, even the slight sparks that touched them had been enough to be fatal.
Inside Ugansor, their last moments had passed in a painful bliss, listening to music that they could not understand, but were soothed by. In that moment Anita had known so many things, cosmic and simple all at once. Ugansor, like all Kaeyos Vyrm, was a sexless creature. What none of her team had known, was that made them simultaneously mother and father to newly formed Vyrms, protective and gentle.
The sheer, unadulterated gentleness of the animal she was inside - for she could no longer think of Ugansor as an 'alien' or even an 'it' - was all consuming. There was nothing angry or even bitter in it - she understood the shocks from Ugansor's view. They were warnings of little beings, warnings to be still so the little ones do not get squished by something too big to see them, too big to notice. They hurt, so much, but Ugansor understood - so proudly did Ugansor understand, that it broke something inside of Anita.
They were not taking DNA from a great destroyer of galaxies, they were taking DNA from a giant, sweet old beast with all the intellect of a child. She understood the Vyrm while inside it, understood that they ate only galaxies that were already dying. Endlessly floating through the Void and listening for dying stars, eating what was old and dying just like any wolf would from her home planet. There was nothing evil in this creature, and she was helping to create a weapon with its DNA.
The team did not save her from Ugansor - though she knew they thought as much. The truth was Ugansor merely let her go when it realized all the poking, prodding and stabbing were the little ones looking for the missing ones. So Ugansor let go the living one, and Anita was sad to leave. Sad, because she knew she could not save him, could not defy Nezzareth, for if she tried she would be caught and used for experiments herself.
When Aesthinvaleria defied the scientists and Nezzareth by accelerating his own life force, his very internal structure, Anita understood a deep and terrible truth. These were not monsters. They were living, soulful beings, and one of them had just said no. No, I will not let you turn me into a weapon. And the other - oh, the other - was simply too sweet, too simple - to understand its fate.
Unable to bear such knowledge, Anita took her life and ensured it would never be used against her. Her diary was never found by her coworkers, but a year and a half later, it was read by someone who needed to know, before it, like everything else, was destroyed.
In the logs of Laboratory ΚΣΗΡ-Δ, there were several recordings of the aftermath of Anita Langsley's death. The chamber holding Ugansor began to vibrate the very moment she opened the hatch - though very few actually realized the connection between the two. As Anita's life ended, sound burst forth from Ugansor for the first time. It was a mourning song for the little one it felt inside itself, the life that had become a part of Ugansor when it lived inside of the Vyrm, had become one with the Vyrm.
It was the sound of a star's final cry before it fell from the heavens, the cracking of solar systems as their universe winked out of sight, the howl of every wolf to any moon. Yet to the scientists of Laboratory ΚΣΗΡ-Δ, it was loud as hell and utterly incomprehensible, so they did the only thing they could think of and silenced Ugansor permanently.
The Vyrm lived on, the pulses of pure energy to Ugansor's mind having left nothing but a vegetative creature who was no longer observed and merely sampled from. The only sound that came from the Vyrm's chamber being the ten-minute pound of its massive heartbeat. It took nearly a year for anyone to realize that ten minutes had extended to thirteen at some point, though the realization was lost in the face of something far more exciting.
A year and a half after the loss of Anita Langsley and Aesthinvaleria, as well as Ugansor's intellect such as it was, a project had awakened. While this in itself was not entirely exciting, as many projects more completed in the eyes of the scientists had successfully gained consciousness before this, there were two considerable differences. The first difference was that this one had awakened so soon, with five genetic slots available before the collapse point was reached. He was a prototype, suggested by a scientist by the name of Flynn Cossett, also of Earth origins, who believed that the insertion of the soul bank prior to ultimate completion could potentially ensure the project's survival.
Cossett had determined the absolute base of genetics needed for a successful project and after years of research had submitted his ideas to the board of directors who fell under Nezzareth's direct command. They in turn considered the ideas to be sound - using a minimal amount of genetics in the singular being could assist in ensuring it survived past the usual month or less that projects prior were reaching. As the Chronyvaetshical supply was rapidly depleting, the board was growing more and more desperate for success. As such, when the insertion of the soulbank proved successful at such a point, the Lab was in a state of absolute excitement.
The living body had registered all the proper signs of brain activity for an organism of this size and internal make-up. The heart beat at a regulated rhythm that matched the Chronyvaetshical and Mormolykeia genetics was precisely every seventh beat of a Sesueizies three heart tempo and nine times the speed of the slow pumps of a Vyrm's singular pulse. At so early a stage, Project 13 was as perfect as he possibly could be, and he bonded exceptionally well with his soulbank insertion.
As the teams began their testing, as well as preparing for the secondary set of genetic applications, Project 13 was far more than just awake. The soul had bonded to every aspect of him and with it came a sense of awareness, an internal knowledge of everything he was. This was a by-product of the Chronyvaetshical DNA that had not been properly documented. The Chronyvaetshical were born with a complete understanding of everything their race was, of all the things their race had seen, and in the moment of his soul's birth, Project 13 was filled with the knowledge of the universe from the eyes of its greatest interfering race, to whom the laws of time were but guidelines and the laws of space a quiet joke.
He knew how they lived - and how they died, to the final one. As he witnessed the fall of Aesthinvaleria and understood precisely how it had come to be - ho he, Project 13, had come to be - an ache began to form. The pain of a survivor compounded with the guilt of an unwilling murderer consumed Project 13 and filled him with a desperate need to know more. He understood how to slow down time, a gift Aesthinvaleria's people, and with little hesitation he did so. Rising from his pod, Project 13 walked past his creators as they continued to work, oblivious to the shift of time around them. As far as they could see, the project continued to lay sleeping in his cell.
Over what for Project 13 was several hours, and to his creators barely even a fully formed second, he learned about the facility that created him, the science that went behind his chosen genetic structure, the names of the races used to make him and even in some cases the name of the individual used to build him. More importantly than this, he learned how many had died before the Ylaraen genetics had been involved, how many died when chosen beings proved incompatible, or when they were added at the incorrect juncture. The Laboratories stood on the graves of thousands and thousands of bodies, their soulbanks fueled by those sacrificed to the sake of their experimenting.
The more he learned, the more Project 13 became filled with emotion. The byproduct of a soul and the combined instincts of the races he was born of rebelling against everything these Laboratories stood for, against everything Nezzareth stood for, against everything he himself, Project 13, was meant to be. The more he learned, the more he knew that all of this was wrong. Perhaps most interesting was that the more he learned, the more the Project came to realize he was not born a child, but a man, that his level of intellect was that of a fully grown human male, compliments of Chronyvaetshical and Quagquetzal DNA, he asserted from his studies. He could read, calculate and deduct so much in the first hours of his life that had his creators been aware, they would have been absolutely fascinated.
For the first few days of his life, the genetics in Project 13 worked almost separately, though it took him realizing this for them to bond together as a single organism. Until that moment, Project 13 was aware of things in fractures that came to him from the various parts of himself. He was aware of many mistakes in the Lab's understanding of the races used to make him, aware in the way one of that race would be aware. He also began to pinpoint which parts of himself were stronger than others, and took the time to fully assess. In that time came the realization of separate reactions, which he carefully bonded together. In that moment, when the Project itself healed the errors in his own genetic structure, that the Project became well and truly alive.
For that was the moment when all the emotions inside of him, all of those feelings without names and all the various screams of wrong made sense with an almost audible snap. This was not the life he would lead - he would not be the living slave of a man determined to take control and enslave the universe, nor would he ever be that man's mate. He could leave - the Project knew that very well - but the scientists would simply make him again, and they may not be content with just one of him. They had to be stopped - more than that, the Project knew he had to ensure that this evil was never thought of again.
With no guide or teacher, the Project took an incredible risk in his next action. The action that would live with him for thousands of years without any regret was a reversal of time and space itself. Using himself as a central point, the Project unlocked the weapon his mixed codes had been promised to make. The Laboratories and Nezzareth's entire empire vanished from even the mere memory of the universe, hundreds of years and millions of lives winked out of existence by a cold star that saved itself by working around itself, not realizing at so young an age that such a precaution was not necessary.
With the Empire destroyed, everything about it obliterated from the memories of the universe, there was a short crack in time - a considerable hiccup, if you will - that the Project carefully sealed. With the close of the crack came the ultimate end of everything that had made him or thought of making him, of a half-human who led armies across the galaxies and oppressed entire worlds, as well as anything who had even the most simple understanding of the Project.[/blockquote][/size]
