We Exist Within Purpose

[Alaude Drenxta]

This is an open challenge. I'd like to see if I still have the spark to create fantasy, as it were.


Name: Vacuus Lacuna
Codename: Empty Hole
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Human

Appearance: Vacuus is roughly 5'8", a bit on the rather short side. His build is slim but firm, giving him good physical strength without sacrificing litheness or flexibility, which is his true strength. He walks with a very firm and upright gait, giving off a vibe of confidence and perhaps a near militaristic stricture to posture. He wears a dark red doublet adorned with a black slingbag, topping long, straight legged jeans and a wide brim hat made of leather. From beneath the rim protrudes shaggy brown hair that nearly envelops his pale green eyes. Lacuna's jaw is always firmly set, wearing a hardened yet emotionless expression on a solemn face, only lit by the false glow that seems to radiate from his eyes.

Personality: As his frequent expression would suggest, Vacuus is a very solemn person, understanding the term "silence is golden" to mean silence is absolute. This would not suggest that he never speaks, only that he chooses his words very carefully, and only expresses himself when he feels the need has come. This has led to many remarking on his arrogance or his ego, the prattle of emotionally weak people attempting to cradle their fragile egos with false wit. He is, however, as he is often accused, quite judgmental, preferring to pick people apart at his whim and dissecting both their character and ability from afar. He is not arrogant, as many would lead you to believe, but in fact quite humble and at times meek, helping to contribute to his silence.

Abilities: Lacuna possesses a particularly rare and often misinterpreted ability. It is known as the "Void Star". It is, in short, the ability to create a "void space" by separating and splitting the molecules in the world around him, done so through intense psychic and telekinetic manipulation fueled by stored energy in the "Chalice of the Void". This includes but is not limited to the creating vacuums and portals, gateways to void space.

Advanced Telekinesis - Skills needed to manipulate the Void Star and form the portals. Can also be applied in more simple mechanics like controlling physical and non-physical objects within eight feet of himself. This power can have a myriad of applications. *Added to clarify the skills used to control the void, so there was no stone unturned.

The Chalice of the Void - This is a pit formed by the Void Star. It is a collapsed center of gravity in intergalactic space that has warped the energy inside into a meta-physical barrier that precludes matter annihilation by constantly subjugating light particles. Vacuus is able to open gateways through this space, freely able to control the flow of energy through these gateways. In a specific example, he can open a gateway in front of the flow of an energy wave allowing the energy to pass into the Chalice of the Void. From there he can either open a second and allow that energy to freely flow out the other side in some harmless area or, in a more advanced maneuver, trap the ensnared energy into the Chalice, allowing it to build and cause multiple calamities inside until the power reaches a state far beyond when it entered, often in an entirely new form.

The Void Star - This is the main centrifuge of the Chalice's power. The basic physical rule of the Void Star is 'what goes in must come out'. Vacuus has attained the power to subjugate the Void Star, bending this rule to suit his needs and greatly altering the star's system. As such, when excess energy is forcibly thrown into the star's core it is ejected into the Chalice where it begins a chain reaction of nuclear collisions with the once void space. This reaction is highly volatile, no living being could exist in this space when the process is occurring, it would shred their very atoms.

*For the most simple understanding, consider an IGM meeting the epicenter of a black hole. Totally devoid of matter, only hyper-condensed energy engaging in a state of constant annihilation under such pressure that even light can not escape. In reality this would practically cause a second big bang, if it were even possible, but a little poetic license was applied. ;3

Biography: TBA

 

[Ðari]

I accept.

Name: Gaflicit "Nulla" Temblin [Gaah-Flih-Cit]
Title(s): Ex Nihilo, Primal Oblivion
Other Names: Garforge, Neirad/Aldrein
Age: Twenty-Two(almost)
Species: Human
Classification: (Orsa) Hyper Meta-Essence Catalyst.
Homeworld: Earth//Eden - The Garden [Orsa]

Appearance:

Gaflicit in so many words can be described as an male with a very depressing appearance. Standing about five feet and one in height. His hair is a cinereal ash color, short yet spiked, sloped downward. his hair doesn't touch his shoulders, yet his front bangs are about the length of his face. His eyes are heterochromatic, one orange the other teal. His body is built thin yet toned from the calves to the shoulders. His skin pigmentation is that of a light sepia.

Notable features in his attire, he bears a black body suit, with mask to cover his face up to his nose. A massive teal scarf is drawn and blown into the wind as he flickers back an forth. He bares Garforge's bracelets, Hitsun and Ramierun on both of his wrists, about eight kilograms in weight. Around his neck, Noctiverus floats at his command. On his back, the stub of Darck Malice Crescent held by its grip and guard.
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Personality:

Gaflicit is...interesting. His mind has suffered a great deal and though always jynxing himself in saying he can't be shocked, it happens to him. His demeanor is much like his old self, in perspective his the chivalry-type. When provoked, he sighs and apologizes prior to making any actions. His conscience erases, and the soul becomes an acting and convoluted base for his own actions. After a point, he sheds zero sympathy and compassion and will even murder bystanders between him and the opposed.
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Abilities:

Gaflicit is originally a product of consuming Garforge, and thus undertaking his abilities of oblivion. In so many words, Gaflicit is able to buffer the effects of and render himself around atoms and often appears as a distortion on the material plane altogether. He can create nothing from nothing and even create something from nothing. In lieu of his previous existing-self which tampered with temporal manipulation, it was passed into this form giving him much more intricate and fluid sovereignty over.

When it comes to the afflictions of time, he's dug in and has measured the distance between events, both past and present. To such an extent, at what point each timelines generate scenarios, he's extended his awareness on a multiple number of planes (aside from those where time is incapacitated, IE: Astral) Progressive Time, an intimate skill that opens his mind's eye to view the current plane and its neighbors history, present, and precognitive events on a whim.
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Bio:

I'll keep this brief.

Garforge. The Harbinger of Nothing and Altoforge's elder son. To One Aldrein and DMC was he in mentorship of. Though by chance, as DMC had declined Garforge's aid time and time again, Aldrein had grown tired of the refusal. Confronting Garforge, Aldrein assumed his mask of "Bulzeeb" and consumed Garforge in a minor confrontation.

There is no evidence of this being a success or a failure, however Garforge's presence has shown no surfacing since the time of the event. Aldrein had become alienated, and his own state of consciousness grossly elevated. He'd assumed similar renditions of Garforge's abilities to contort, distort, and augment oblivion as well as remain in control of his own consciousness and maintain his time abilities.

Gaflicit, through some epiphany a name painted inside the inner windows of his head. Gaflicit it was and Gaflicit it is.

Ex Nihilo.
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[Alaude Drenxta]

OOC: Interesting character choice, should be quite an ironic battle.

We've arrived on a barren plain, upon which no living thing grows. There is desert and sand as far as the eye can see, stretching out over the horizon like a brown claw, sapping strength and willpower from all who stand beneath its reach. Nearby there is a small settlement of nomadic peoples breaking down their tents and squares in preparation for a looming sandstorm that their herald have spoken of. They say it will be the storm of the century and wish to escape the dangers, how right they are.


IC:

Valuus stood beneath the shade of a large plateau looming over the desert sands, trying to escape the glaring rays of the twin suns overhead. He'd arrived in this world only a few days before, hoping he might find some trace of the essence strings he'd followed here, but to no avail. His tongue was dried and swollen in his mouth, forcing him to nearly pant through his nose, only further inflaming the dryness of his parched skin. His face felt as it were leather, being tanned for hide armor by one of the primitive natives he'd seen wandering about these lands. The thick cloth he wore, tightly wrapped around his head to protect from the brusque light, drooped heavily, laden with the sand and dirt that the winds had kicked up at him, making him feel as if he were wearing a crown of sand, fit for a warrior lost in a desert. Of course, he could never truly be lost, it was the power of the void he sought in this lifeless place that was lost.

The winds began to batter him, threatening to push him against the wall he leaned on, it was starting to become quite aggressive out.

"Perhaps they were right. A storm is coming."

 

[Ðari]

Gaflicit sat in the west. Sensations of displacements were moving about his own form and he began to feel the movements of the wind. The shape was invisible, the young man was being carried along the winds of this approaching storm. Grains of sand grazed his back, he'd moved his scar upward to wrap it around his head. Gearing himself, he took command over his momentum as the sands had engulfed him and carried him along up until this point. The young man's shape was like a star in the stance, as the moving clouds of sands were not too far off. Propelling himself out side of it, he'd catapulted his form towards the east.

Estranged by the setting, perhaps it was now that he could feel. A contorted twirl of his body cut the shear of wind he rode upon to land on a much lower mesa. Gaining his footing, he looked to the west from where he'd come. Shaking his head and blowing the dust off his form he stomped and dissociated the lingering sand as he could feel the wind tatter against him.

"You come here often?"

Without looking up to the much taller plateau, he'd addressed an unknown. Perhaps here by chance.

 

[Alaude Drenxta]

"I do not."

Vacuus answered simply and directly, feeling no need to embellish on his intention, and certainly not to someone he'd never met. He was, however, intrigued by the man's strange entrance onto the scene. Not only did he come, as boldly as he pleased, into the fringe of a dangerous, oncoming sandstorm that threatened to tear the nearby landscape to shreds, he did so seeming to ride upon the very wind as if he were a leaf blown about on a balmy day. The man's strange demeanor piqued his interest, imploring him to question this strange being's intent, though clearly he would receive no such answer without providing one himself, and this was simply out of the question. What could this man even understand of his goals anyway? Surely his reasons would neither be shared nor likely even of interest to this man, so why would he even bother approaching?

That was when the idea dawned upon him. Perhaps this strange creature, obviously possessing some power, was responsible for the unbalance in the power strings on this world, or rather still, he'd sensed Lacuna's own power and it was merely curiosity, or battle lust, that pulled him inexorably to this place, random as it might be. It was too far flung to make such vague assumptions in an awkward situation such as this, and Vacuus found himself ultimately disinterested in bothering to pry. He need only make himself clear and direct, perhaps avoiding any further intrusion so he could continue on his mission. This planet had already begun to reel from the influx of unstable energies, likely this storm was the product of the backlash, and Lacuna needed either to correct the stream or eliminate it. What was the loss of a single planet compared to the shattering of the Void Star?

"I intend to either correct a small incident, or decimate this planet. So if you have no business here and a means of evacuation, I suggest you depart immediately or you will die with the rest of these sad inhabitants."

 

[Ðari]

"Your certainly a rarity."

He responded about as quickly to his statement as anything. The conditions outside in this desolate native were rough. You couldn't possibly be considered anything less than an abnormal classification of person to beat against nature. The heat was tender, and the fascination of Gaflicit was one that never expanded, only shrank. His margin of interest always started out large, until it deteriorated past they point where he couldn't care less.

Yet this was an ultimatum.

"I like my planets still tied to the planes attached, means less traffic for me."

He knocked on the rock as he stood leaning against the rock. Something simple and crafty, he started a rapid phenomeon of erosion. Quickly, the rocks were beginning to wear down and reduce themselves to dust.

"My name is Gaflicit. To whom do I have the pleasure?"