Post by Blacksmith on Aug 2, 2014 9:31:24 GMT -5
Birth Name: Alexander
Alias: King, Alex, The Blacksmith
Age: Unconfirmed
Sexuality: Hetero
Gender: Male
Race: Deity - Mexican
Virtue: Virtueless
Current Location: The Wilds
Occupation: King and Blacksmith
Playby: N/A
Height: 5'6"
Skin Tone: Darker shade of light brown.
Build: Muscular - Slender
Hair: Black - Shaggy.
Eyes: Dark brown.
Clothing Preference: Minimalist/Utalitarian - Commonly wears shorts, boots, and tank tops if not shirtless all together. In he winter seasons, he prefers hooded vests over full jackets though he'll dress accordingly if needed.
Virtue Marking: Spans the entirety of his upper and mid back.
Equipment:
Personality: Easy going and generally calm partially due to a state of ataraxia but more so due to the fact that he has no need for anxiety or fear and therefore has an intolerance thereof no matter the situation or circumstance. He gets along well with others, children especially but more so young women, and his sense of loyalty is unwavering when relationships are formed. Given his status as King over the remaining Western regions, this has proven to be most beneficial.
However, being the King that he is, he by no means chooses to sit upon a throne and delegate command, rather, he insists on being a personal aspect of his people's lives. To some he is the older brother, to others the surrogate father, the mentor, or simply the avid and able young man who always offers his hand to those in need. More often than not he is indistinguishable from the general community as he serves as one of the more prominent blacksmiths though his own recognize him quite clearly.
Blessed with a gift of wisdom and a smart mouth, Alexander has no shortage of wit and wise words, though the same can be said of his sharp tongue when it comes to both diplomacy and cracking jokes.
Religious Beliefs: Knows deities.
Important Relationships: Gaia, Krysta, Belial.
History:
Drifting through an array of ethereal darkness and light;
A surreal passing through the most tangible of tangibility.
It was warm.
It was cold.
And it all came to a sudden stop when his eyes opened but his eyes opened to total darkness.
The soft hum, like that of a machine, suddenly came to life in the midst of that void.
How long had been awake?
He was awake?
Was he asleep?
It's soft and gentle vibrations struck against the air to produce the sound that now resonated softly through the deepness of the dark; An ever present droning that sang in it's discord as though from a far off place.
Comforting as it was, it was painful to his ears;
Painful to his head.
At least it was dark.
Darkness.
Where was he?
Thoughts began to come to life in the midst of the void and they were few.
He remembered-
He remembered...
Nothing.
Not a thing.
Like the darkness he lay in, only darkness stood in place where memories should be; an expanse much more vast and much more deep than that which he lay within and he indeed lay within nothing as though adrift in such an expanse as this.
There was no anger there,
No sorrow and there was no happiness either. All simply was.
He tried to move; it was futile.
Not an arm, not a leg, not a finger, not an eyelid to blink; all felt dead as though nothing were there to move at all and yet it's weight was obvious and numb. As though violently waking, thoughts began to scramble to and fro in the depths of the deep and they roused a pain in his head to add greater weight to that already there.
"That's right," Spoke a voice filled with all manner of devious and sinister intention, "Remember who you are now and why you're here." It felt as though the speaker was not but mere inches from his own face.
The pain was greater still like nails being pushed through from the inside.
A dead shell;
A soul alive.
And, for a brief moment's moment, there was snow.
"I see you've finally woken up."
Another voice;
A young girl's.
Her soft voice was like a melody over the dissonant hum of whatever it was that hummed in the backdrop and a distraction the thoughts that fought to release themselves through his mind and through his skull.
And that other voice was gone.
"You've been asleep for a while, haven't you? As expected, you've developed far beyond expectation and have exceeded the standard rate of growth and regeneration." Her words were lengthy but they felt good as they stirred the gears of his mind into greater motion, "We've even successfully suppressed that Void."
There was something there in the dark now; a blurry image of something that very slowly became clearer and clearer still. A silhouette yet still the finer details were left unclear like a painting purposely smudged. It was painful to look at and yet his eyes simply refused to close though would they if they had been more submissive?
"This may be a little much for you in your current state but if our speculations are correct your cognitive functions should be fully stabilized right about now. We'll begin the reintegration sequence shortly."
For the most part she was right. Throughout the moments from the first sounds he had heard coming to life, to the sound of her voice, to this very moment, that painful pulsing from the inside of his head waned to near nothing and all that remained was the numb sensation of the weight it left behind.
"Reintegration?" He thought to himself; it was the first thought he was able to fully grasp and understand.
She became significantly clearer; a young woman with deep black hair and light blue eyes donning a simple white gown. She was vaguely familiar and yet in all his understanding, he understood her to be nothing more but an illusion. The subtle translucence of her substance gave him only the clear comprehension that she, herself, was no body but that of light and sound or perhaps a spirit all together or perhaps something more.
It only hurt to think about it deeper.
"Don't worry," There was a polite smile in the sound of her voice, "It'll be painful at first but you'll wake up refreshed and ready for what's to come."
He said nothing.
He couldn't even if he wanted to.
"Besides," She smiled happily, "You've always been a strong one."
When a few moments passed he felt nothing but pain and agony, pain and agony in it's purest form, as though he had been suddenly thrust into the deepest recesses of hell itself, and it encroached upon him with great violence.
He couldn't scream.
It seemed as though hours had passed like this and he endured it all to the point where it became almost euphoric with how numb it had become. When it all ended he fell upon a deeper sleep once more as images played through his mind in rapid succession. They were as memories, his own perhaps, but they felt as though they weren't being remembered but given like streams of water thrust from a gaping maw into his own mind.
When it all ended once more, he slept soundly.
She looked down at a glass plane that was held in her hand; glyphs of an unknown origin were brought to life in light-like radiance.
.....Transfiguration complete.
.....Augmentation complete.
.....Retention and redistribution complete.
.....Partial suppression complete.
.....Awaiting full reintegration approval.
There was an ocean then before his very eyes and a clear and vivid voice, powerful and all-consuming, spoken by a speaker that stood all around him and yet his eyes could see not the countenance of such a one as this.
The ocean waves crashed against the shore.
There was silence standing beside the churn of those great waters; he simply said nothing.
.....Reintegration process approved.
.....Finalizing.
OOC Account: KING
Other Characters: -
Contact Information: My cell phone.
RP Sample:
"Wake up," The Blankets were pulled off of him forcefully; he turned over in response and continued his slumber, "I said wake up!" Though her eccentric and child-like voice was normally sweet sounding and pleasant, this early in the morning it came as a shrill siren that served only to rouse the uttermost headaches.
A pillow struck him.
He slept.
It struck him again.
"You promised we'd go to the top of the mountain today! So get up!"
"Fine..." He spoke sleepily, "Fine... go get Krysta and I'll be ready."
"Yay!" She cried out as she left the room in a great hurry. The sound of her footsteps as they faded in the distance were more pleasant than him being woken up the way he had been.
It couldn't be helped.
His eyes opened to the dim light of the early morning sun. The winds, in their soft strength, struck against his skin and the sound of seagulls further lulled his sleep to sleep. Turning over as to get out of bed, he found himself face first against the ground in a violent collision that further chased away whatever desire to sleep he had been holding on to.
He had been on a hammock.
When did he get a hammock?
When did he ever have a bed?
It was nothing to think about yet in the back of his subconscious mind certain questions came to play the likes of which he would know nothing about.
"...Damn it all." He stood up groggily to the sight of a room partially destroyed. The gaping chunk of wall and ceiling that should have been there were covered by canvas tarps that were gently being pushed back and forth by the winds. There was the sound of ocean waves nearby as they struck the shore and regressed into their chaotic yet peaceful mass.
Inside there were a great few things scattered amongst the emptiness of the chamber.
"Alex!" Called that same voice from a distance as those footsteps, fast as they had been, now ran toward the room once again, "Alexander!" She came closer and closer before barging in through the tarp that covered the entry way where a door would normally have been.
"I found her, Alex!" With a large grin on her face, this dark skinned child held up a small and heavy looking metallic doll-like construct. "I found Krysta!"
"How many times have I told you not to pick her up like that? She doesn't like it." Though a reprimand, he couldn't help but to chuckle as he spoke.
"Sorry, sorry!" The small child put the doll down on the ground; there was a deep thud before it walked along on it's own to conduct whatever business it was meant to attend to. It seemed to have a life and a mind of it's own.
"So are we still going?"
"...As soon as you put your shoes on."
"Oh!" Exclaimed the small child, "Right!" Taking to another dash outward, the room was emptied yet again save for himself and the small metallic doll that took it upon herself to handle a crudely made yet effective broom and take to a sweep.
He sighed as he took slow steps toward one of the coverings that held back the winds.
"I had that dream again, Krysta."
He gripped the edge of the tarp,
"The one where I'm standing on an empty beach and someone's talking to me.
He pulled aside the tarp and looked outward at a city that had long lost it's former glory yet continued standing in majestic pride despite the chunks of it's own self lacking and the dilapidated and decrepit state of it's being. The ocean nearby sought to consume this city as it beat against the structures that stood upon it's edge and yet the structures themselves stood strong against the turbulent rapping of the great waters.
In between and on the streets were masses of people moving about to and fro in their own business.
He could only think of that voice in his dreams.
She said,
"I've given you a new life now; a life like that of my own that you may live for the very purpose of being with them, for surely there will be a great many evils and calamities, of their own and not, to rise up and oppress them. When their strength fails, you will be as a judge to them to deal rightly to protect them and when they are strong, you will remind them of their place amongst men."
His thoughts were disturbed then;
The jovial, eccentric, and care-free voice of that child once more.
He turned.
"Well, you're highness? I got my shoes on! You ready or what?!"
His lips curved into a subtle smile as he turned and headed outward.
Krysta followed closely behind.
Alias: King, Alex, The Blacksmith
Age: Unconfirmed
Sexuality: Hetero
Gender: Male
Race: Deity - Mexican
Virtue: Virtueless
Current Location: The Wilds
Occupation: King and Blacksmith
Playby: N/A
Height: 5'6"
Skin Tone: Darker shade of light brown.
Build: Muscular - Slender
Hair: Black - Shaggy.
Eyes: Dark brown.
Clothing Preference: Minimalist/Utalitarian - Commonly wears shorts, boots, and tank tops if not shirtless all together. In he winter seasons, he prefers hooded vests over full jackets though he'll dress accordingly if needed.
Virtue Marking: Spans the entirety of his upper and mid back.
Equipment:
- The White Mask - A mask made of a white metal no longer present in the
known world. It's strength against impact is second to none. - Personally tempered Iron Pipe (Made of carbon-steel)
- Custom Revolver "Six" (Despite being an eight barrel)
- Custom Sawed-off Double Barrel Shotgun "Taunes MK III"
- Memory - A strange weapon that resembles a sword with a thick blade and
flat blunt edges. It's used primarily as a defensive tool but also makes
a more than adequate blunt weapon. The engraved glyphs on the flat
surfaces glow from time to time. It was given to him by the goddess
through Krysta though he simply tells most inquirers that it is "a work
of his own craftsmanship."
Personality: Easy going and generally calm partially due to a state of ataraxia but more so due to the fact that he has no need for anxiety or fear and therefore has an intolerance thereof no matter the situation or circumstance. He gets along well with others, children especially but more so young women, and his sense of loyalty is unwavering when relationships are formed. Given his status as King over the remaining Western regions, this has proven to be most beneficial.
However, being the King that he is, he by no means chooses to sit upon a throne and delegate command, rather, he insists on being a personal aspect of his people's lives. To some he is the older brother, to others the surrogate father, the mentor, or simply the avid and able young man who always offers his hand to those in need. More often than not he is indistinguishable from the general community as he serves as one of the more prominent blacksmiths though his own recognize him quite clearly.
Blessed with a gift of wisdom and a smart mouth, Alexander has no shortage of wit and wise words, though the same can be said of his sharp tongue when it comes to both diplomacy and cracking jokes.
Religious Beliefs: Knows deities.
Important Relationships: Gaia, Krysta, Belial.
History:
Drifting through an array of ethereal darkness and light;
A surreal passing through the most tangible of tangibility.
It was warm.
It was cold.
And it all came to a sudden stop when his eyes opened but his eyes opened to total darkness.
The soft hum, like that of a machine, suddenly came to life in the midst of that void.
How long had been awake?
He was awake?
Was he asleep?
It's soft and gentle vibrations struck against the air to produce the sound that now resonated softly through the deepness of the dark; An ever present droning that sang in it's discord as though from a far off place.
Comforting as it was, it was painful to his ears;
Painful to his head.
At least it was dark.
Darkness.
Where was he?
Thoughts began to come to life in the midst of the void and they were few.
He remembered-
He remembered...
Nothing.
Not a thing.
Like the darkness he lay in, only darkness stood in place where memories should be; an expanse much more vast and much more deep than that which he lay within and he indeed lay within nothing as though adrift in such an expanse as this.
There was no anger there,
No sorrow and there was no happiness either. All simply was.
He tried to move; it was futile.
Not an arm, not a leg, not a finger, not an eyelid to blink; all felt dead as though nothing were there to move at all and yet it's weight was obvious and numb. As though violently waking, thoughts began to scramble to and fro in the depths of the deep and they roused a pain in his head to add greater weight to that already there.
"That's right," Spoke a voice filled with all manner of devious and sinister intention, "Remember who you are now and why you're here." It felt as though the speaker was not but mere inches from his own face.
The pain was greater still like nails being pushed through from the inside.
A dead shell;
A soul alive.
And, for a brief moment's moment, there was snow.
"I see you've finally woken up."
Another voice;
A young girl's.
Her soft voice was like a melody over the dissonant hum of whatever it was that hummed in the backdrop and a distraction the thoughts that fought to release themselves through his mind and through his skull.
And that other voice was gone.
"You've been asleep for a while, haven't you? As expected, you've developed far beyond expectation and have exceeded the standard rate of growth and regeneration." Her words were lengthy but they felt good as they stirred the gears of his mind into greater motion, "We've even successfully suppressed that Void."
There was something there in the dark now; a blurry image of something that very slowly became clearer and clearer still. A silhouette yet still the finer details were left unclear like a painting purposely smudged. It was painful to look at and yet his eyes simply refused to close though would they if they had been more submissive?
"This may be a little much for you in your current state but if our speculations are correct your cognitive functions should be fully stabilized right about now. We'll begin the reintegration sequence shortly."
For the most part she was right. Throughout the moments from the first sounds he had heard coming to life, to the sound of her voice, to this very moment, that painful pulsing from the inside of his head waned to near nothing and all that remained was the numb sensation of the weight it left behind.
"Reintegration?" He thought to himself; it was the first thought he was able to fully grasp and understand.
She became significantly clearer; a young woman with deep black hair and light blue eyes donning a simple white gown. She was vaguely familiar and yet in all his understanding, he understood her to be nothing more but an illusion. The subtle translucence of her substance gave him only the clear comprehension that she, herself, was no body but that of light and sound or perhaps a spirit all together or perhaps something more.
It only hurt to think about it deeper.
"Don't worry," There was a polite smile in the sound of her voice, "It'll be painful at first but you'll wake up refreshed and ready for what's to come."
He said nothing.
He couldn't even if he wanted to.
"Besides," She smiled happily, "You've always been a strong one."
When a few moments passed he felt nothing but pain and agony, pain and agony in it's purest form, as though he had been suddenly thrust into the deepest recesses of hell itself, and it encroached upon him with great violence.
He couldn't scream.
It seemed as though hours had passed like this and he endured it all to the point where it became almost euphoric with how numb it had become. When it all ended he fell upon a deeper sleep once more as images played through his mind in rapid succession. They were as memories, his own perhaps, but they felt as though they weren't being remembered but given like streams of water thrust from a gaping maw into his own mind.
When it all ended once more, he slept soundly.
She looked down at a glass plane that was held in her hand; glyphs of an unknown origin were brought to life in light-like radiance.
.....Transfiguration complete.
.....Augmentation complete.
.....Retention and redistribution complete.
.....Partial suppression complete.
.....Awaiting full reintegration approval.
There was an ocean then before his very eyes and a clear and vivid voice, powerful and all-consuming, spoken by a speaker that stood all around him and yet his eyes could see not the countenance of such a one as this.
The ocean waves crashed against the shore.
There was silence standing beside the churn of those great waters; he simply said nothing.
.....Reintegration process approved.
.....Finalizing.
OOC Account: KING
Other Characters: -
Contact Information: My cell phone.
RP Sample:
"Wake up," The Blankets were pulled off of him forcefully; he turned over in response and continued his slumber, "I said wake up!" Though her eccentric and child-like voice was normally sweet sounding and pleasant, this early in the morning it came as a shrill siren that served only to rouse the uttermost headaches.
A pillow struck him.
He slept.
It struck him again.
"You promised we'd go to the top of the mountain today! So get up!"
"Fine..." He spoke sleepily, "Fine... go get Krysta and I'll be ready."
"Yay!" She cried out as she left the room in a great hurry. The sound of her footsteps as they faded in the distance were more pleasant than him being woken up the way he had been.
It couldn't be helped.
His eyes opened to the dim light of the early morning sun. The winds, in their soft strength, struck against his skin and the sound of seagulls further lulled his sleep to sleep. Turning over as to get out of bed, he found himself face first against the ground in a violent collision that further chased away whatever desire to sleep he had been holding on to.
He had been on a hammock.
When did he get a hammock?
When did he ever have a bed?
It was nothing to think about yet in the back of his subconscious mind certain questions came to play the likes of which he would know nothing about.
"...Damn it all." He stood up groggily to the sight of a room partially destroyed. The gaping chunk of wall and ceiling that should have been there were covered by canvas tarps that were gently being pushed back and forth by the winds. There was the sound of ocean waves nearby as they struck the shore and regressed into their chaotic yet peaceful mass.
Inside there were a great few things scattered amongst the emptiness of the chamber.
"Alex!" Called that same voice from a distance as those footsteps, fast as they had been, now ran toward the room once again, "Alexander!" She came closer and closer before barging in through the tarp that covered the entry way where a door would normally have been.
"I found her, Alex!" With a large grin on her face, this dark skinned child held up a small and heavy looking metallic doll-like construct. "I found Krysta!"
"How many times have I told you not to pick her up like that? She doesn't like it." Though a reprimand, he couldn't help but to chuckle as he spoke.
"Sorry, sorry!" The small child put the doll down on the ground; there was a deep thud before it walked along on it's own to conduct whatever business it was meant to attend to. It seemed to have a life and a mind of it's own.
"So are we still going?"
"...As soon as you put your shoes on."
"Oh!" Exclaimed the small child, "Right!" Taking to another dash outward, the room was emptied yet again save for himself and the small metallic doll that took it upon herself to handle a crudely made yet effective broom and take to a sweep.
He sighed as he took slow steps toward one of the coverings that held back the winds.
"I had that dream again, Krysta."
He gripped the edge of the tarp,
"The one where I'm standing on an empty beach and someone's talking to me.
He pulled aside the tarp and looked outward at a city that had long lost it's former glory yet continued standing in majestic pride despite the chunks of it's own self lacking and the dilapidated and decrepit state of it's being. The ocean nearby sought to consume this city as it beat against the structures that stood upon it's edge and yet the structures themselves stood strong against the turbulent rapping of the great waters.
In between and on the streets were masses of people moving about to and fro in their own business.
He could only think of that voice in his dreams.
She said,
"I've given you a new life now; a life like that of my own that you may live for the very purpose of being with them, for surely there will be a great many evils and calamities, of their own and not, to rise up and oppress them. When their strength fails, you will be as a judge to them to deal rightly to protect them and when they are strong, you will remind them of their place amongst men."
His thoughts were disturbed then;
The jovial, eccentric, and care-free voice of that child once more.
He turned.
"Well, you're highness? I got my shoes on! You ready or what?!"
His lips curved into a subtle smile as he turned and headed outward.
Krysta followed closely behind.
