: Darian Gray~
: Darian, Dar, Dari, Dar-bear (lol), Gray, Grayman
: Rightly Twenty-years of age, can move it respectively.
: re-embodied meta-essence catalyst
Sleek, slim, and as refined in attire as he is smoothed out in personality. A man with the lightest weight, of one hundred of fifty-seven pounds, a full height of six foot one. A build that is slim, toned in several areas, namely upper body and abdomen regions. The fixations of a stoic and unmoving complexion. His eyes are two white pools that drown his dim, gray pupil. The slick of his flit of hair seems to move, spiked all on its own, and its ghostly white ridges are to be admired.
Opening the aperture of his rather casual appearance, taking into consideration his jacket's streaks shatter his 'monochrome' look, creating his 'echo-chrome' like manifesto.
When I was separate, I had parts and qualities of myself that I hated, and humbled in a bundled cloth called quiet. I was once a man that kept only to himself, and was used to being used by those that he came in contact with. Forever seeking his own peace, purpose, and reason for living. Unbothered I once was, but people that surrounded me spit corruption in my face.Armaments
I'd say I've learned a great deal, hardened, and kept things open. I appear mostly in the form of Gray, because its a reflection of my truest self. Whereas my previous and forward state depict my past and how I've matured, but I feel, in this form and mindset I am at my truest form, despite lacking the 'for-juh' in name, in essence I am myself. Bold, strong-willed, serene and sincere as well as a kind-hearted and unselfish manifesto if I am the luxury to be so direct. A perception of mine is to see the betwixt points of everyone and establish a middleground where we meet each other's level. This mind of mine is unclouded by excessive seeds of disarray or discord.
Ivalenzer ~ "Just what I'd expect from a Gray."
Darian's primary weapon, something of a memento from Dairshn Vista. The hilt of this blade posses no guard whatsoever. Its layered, black with silver emblazoned rings around the grip. The centre where the blade begins, is a portal from where it can eject and extend. The blade itself is something of a complete probe-like shape and protrusion respectively yet its dual-edged and sharped on each. What is noted is it has a narrowed center, and has a full width, extending 100 meters.
The depth of it comes from its ability to extend, the speed of the extension, and the breaking of its material of which it houses a bio-toxin which when released, coagulates cells of various natures. Literally obliterating them faster for a body to both assess and react to the threat, similar to venom but at least five times faster, painless as it inhibits a sort of ecstasy throughout the body so they die both quickly as they do without pain.
There are only two cures for this toxin, one is air. If one isn't afraid to inject themselves with air, no less knowing injecting air CAN kill you within the same speed, rather it neutralizes the toxin without killing the infected. The process internally is, the toxin will make its way to the heart, until it barricades it, when injected with air, rather than having the heart explode, it will pierce and puncture the toxin, crippling it.
Hyper Evolution: Oraforge
Rather than Rely on others, or essence for that matter, his body is different and composite as if he can literally use himself against his foes. Gray's body is malleable, and is the makeshift for conscious manipulation to where he passes through a plether of forms from his previous labeled skill, "essence adoption". Rather than adopt from others, he simply distorts and augments himself, to a point where his willpower manifest(s) an array of innermost raw
he used himself as the midpoint between a lightning bolt and the sky. He could influence and guide said lightning bolt from the sky, and become a conductor only temporary and shoot the lightning through his body and release it elsewhere.
Gray was walking on concrete, and the concrete pushes back as much as it seems as if it doesn't move. He uses the momentum of the inert concrete (gravity) to push and make a jump parallel to the density and potential energy of what he just propelled himself off of. So respectively he'd jump an entire city in one go.
This is more direction of him using himself. Gray generates the latter of whats physicality at its finest, to augment physical attributes, or even pull at the forces that surround the everyday. Found within natural phenomenon (nature) and the physically explainable/unexplainable (physics/quantum physics). A more concrete explanation divvies, pulsing gravitational pulls of a few meters, to accelerating the growth of nature, or even simple chemistry, to biology such as treading through converting the formulas of physical elements by oxidation or rearranging genetic material (DNA) via touch.
Sure why not, just a few of the most common.
A simplistic skill rather than an undermined technique. A lightweight jump, where the user's lower is something of featherweight when roosting on thin points. The motion is a quick three-sixty spin unto a pointed perch.
His body becomes a makeshift of resilience as its make-up takes somewhat of a defensive attire. This is projected to say its similar to abjuration, tiny shells manifest around his body on a conscious parameter. He is then enabled more resistance when engaged or struck, as the shells will crack before he himself is struck. They disallow the passage air, but clearly he can't coat himself internally.
The hands are the points when the body is shifted respectively, in-taking what array that enters through intensive vibrations. It will effectively allow the origins of alien nature to pass through him. At one palm it enters, through the other palm it exits.
Known as the vision of the perspective renewal. Its what Salforge and Gray both possesed in terms of wiping their minds of an outward influence and remember that importance of the matter at hand. In this light the special offers complete focus and concentration for peak precision. Its ongoing traits classify the ability of amplifying the bodily sixth sense of heat, namely the aspects of danger that an arachnid would posses and quickly move themselves out of harms way.
The specifics give its wielder complete control voluntary regulation of the circulatory and nervous system. Allowing for a rapid enhancement of transferred signals throughout the body to react faster that it would involuntary. It does wonder's for the user's reflexes, at the same time it inhibits them an auspicious tracking method by heartbeat, even in darkness, through both sight and sound pending on which system is exposed by some sort of temporary x-ray vision can the user view with such prevalence.
It is to be noted, in death, when observing an fallen comrade, the eyes function to view the last electrical currents of what circulated around the fallen. A half image, or 'Echo' of the death taker is portrayed leading a path to find the offender in question.
Gray performs this by making his body loose its proverbial colors and fade to monochrome, then complete transparency.
His title and infamous technique, his body literally becomes clear. It takes on the attributes of what he touches, be it the surface of a metal, mineral, ore, liquid, fluid, or even a gas, smoke, smog, or steam.
His ability to jump, and accelerate his own body as a means fighting air resistance. A charge is built up from within, and his body or sorts will begin to vibrate on inhuman levels for a matter of seconds before he literally launches himselfs forward. A means of simply converting and becoming a makeshift serves as a simple means of sparking an entourage of speed, shattering the sound barrier upon being 'ejected' from his position. His body is unlike that of the norm, its to say he's changing it to a more durable state to fight friction and air resistance. Covering a large amount of distances, or even accelerated movement in sync with the healing vision for insanely quickly melee falls in tow here.
The Story of Darian Gray~ Epilogue said:
They are one in the same. Gray, you've been the true me I've tried to conceal for years. Letting you out confirmed I was not the same person as before. There is so little I understand, but now I am unblinded by worry or doubt. Thank you...for helping me save someone very close to me.
I could feel it in my bones, as you shed from me that day. Its when I lost a sense of value that only you could know, and the confidence to find purpose. For a time you wandered searching where as I seemed to roam as your equivalent with Ty Dex. However in our time apart, i began to realize the drastic change in my personality without you there.
I was...empty? Quiet, yet with a chain of mistakes, eliminating my ability to cope without you. Remembering you were never cast out, but a pain pushed you out that was beyond my control. I wasn't even able to resolve the tears of that day as if you'd carried them within you this entire time. Even as we fought, I felt...i'd even weakened as you combated both Ty Dex and I and prevailed over the two of us.
You made me realize, no, see that there is a conscious around everyone and everything. That as dwellers, we should have more of an appreciation for whats around us. In our reunion, you seemed to loose it and start crying. From what I feel about it now, you missed me as much as I did you. I'm glad your back, we are equals, welcome home my friend.