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<br><br><div title="Creator of the Crimson, Adoptive Father to Issac Weiss"><u>From the Records of Aestus, the Red Giant, Cycle II, Year 1634.</u></div> They told me many things about the child, even before I met him. It had been near fifty years since his birth that he and I went on our travels, one of the first locations was the city of his birth. It was a port city, small as the arrangement of houses and homes, shops, brothels and inns was. Still, it was one of the newly sprung locations of civilization; so it was a haven for some. While Vier slept I continued to blend in with the people of the port, having casual conversation after drink for the first time in millennia. I met an old man, easily in his twilight years. Expensive clothes tattered as though he climbed trees in them and with optics that radiated hope for the future. I asked him, "Did you know of the "Blue Glow" from five decades past?"<br> "I was there," the old man said.<br> "And you weren't one of the dozens dead?"<br> "I was standing a few feet far enough away," he told me, the luck something he was well aware of.<br> "Do you remember anything about it other than the bodies?" I asked.<br> "I wasn't close enough to know what happened that day, but it felt like hope had finally returned to the world." he might have been a little intoxicated. <br><br><div title="Adoptive Daughter of Vier Hisukin, Heir to the Sentinels."><u>From the Secret Diary of Grace Venia, Cycle III, Year 537.</u></div> I didn't follow him because he saved me from my fate, he was still going to kill Loic. The green-haired employee of my master was a trickster, and a liar. I was eight years old when I met Master, he still went by the name of Laaien in those days; and he still needed help to find the things he wanted. Evil was common in those days, not given a title like now. We just accepted hurting others was part of being in good standing, to be a noble and to step on others. We all accepted it was just a climb to the top. <br> Master didn't think that way. Master was born at the top and stood there alone, he had more right to be a king than Aestus did, or anyone with a crown sitting on their head. Yet his cloak and robe were broken and stained when I first met master. He almost killed Loic that day; the snake was secretly in charge of a number of slave and child brothels. I was one of his objects, my friends protected me from some of darkness that surrounded me in those days. Master didn't kill Loic that day, not because he begged for life or because Master was feeling generous, it was because I asked. Master listened before acting, always. <br> I didn't expect to become his apprentice, or his daughter. But he didn't leave me there to die in that city, and I followed him across worlds the people of my old life couldn't even imagine. I learned from him because I wanted to, not because he wouldn't have protected me otherwise. I wanted to protect him.<br> It took me very many years to learn it was the last thing he needed, that his only concern was to make sure everyone else could live happily. Most places in the world didn't know poverty, or sadness after we passed by. He didn't choose me, not because he blamed himself for Loic's lies, but he took me because I was there. The goodness he instilled in me, shared, it was something he wanted to share with the whole world. <br> My hair had grown long by that night, it was a completely new lifetimes passing by that meeting with Master. I called him Issac instead of Laaien by then, to tease him; I was in the middle of my teenage years after all. I thought it love, like I do now. He looked like he wanted to cry when I told him, like he was wrong for accepting my will. But I told him it was my choice, and all he was doing was filling me with happiness as he had done all my life. He couldn't accept loving me, an annoying voice in his head told him it was wrong. I still told him I loved him almost every day, even if he only told me once. <br> I still tell master how I feel, any chance I get. I give him a kiss now and then in front of one of his wives; and glare in return to them. Master is a bad man, like he will always tell himself; yet he doesn't give up his quest for good, to make others smile. I will follow him, follow the Sentinels for any amount more centuries of their crusade; someone needs to offer the world hope. <div title="God Of Time, Lord of Heaven"><u>From the Eternal Record of Chrono.</u></div> We were not strong, we were not Kings, and we were not Gods. But we had courage, our troop of five; and we knew what the world needed. <br> There was a time where I pretended the world was okay, that Heaven and Hell ruled justly because we could still exist with their rules. I thought this was right because it was all I knew, it was all anyone knew.<br> I met Issac first, he thought I was a dead body. Dehydration seemed so possible, back in the dry sand. I no longer need to drink or eat. We spent centuries training together, and he was my first friend. He was not like me, not born into Godhood. He did not care for it either, he thought nothing of the powers that be. But he ascended to a Lord with time, as is the destiny of those who would share and not flaunt power.<br> Ridrix was second. He was the first one to call me by my name, Chrono. He laughed at me when I said it was Kuso, and he threw me in the pits when I said I was in control of my destiny. If dreams were something I knew, he would make them all nightmares. He was a brute, he was crass, and through him I learned to be a man. Kerri I met on the same day as Ridrix, she was already his apprentice. Even with all in existence at my gaze, never will I think another woman more beautiful. We were not meant to meet, me and her; our fates meant to only have us at each others throats. She was my first, and forever my love. I do not feel anymore, like her. But I will always remember what it was like.<br> Spencer was last, he was always late night entertainment. We met through alcohol, and he was much like Vier and I. He too spent whatever time he could honing his skills, using any gift he could to catch up and show his worth. With him, our troop was five; and we finally hatched our plans. Kerri and I knew who we were from long ago, so did Ridrix. I the heir of Heaven, her the heir of Hell. We were traded at birth, to keep the peace; and both ran from the fake parents we were assigned. It was not luck that brought us to the same place, but the way time would have our lives go. We could see the world outside the village, outside of Moe with our friends we could see the forced of the world cared not for it. Issac always talked about his hope for the world, and I wanted to help him realize it. When Ridrix told him and Spencer, they said nothing. I realized then, I could change the world. <br> We attacked Hell first not because it was weaker, but because it would give us more power. The forces of darkness always grew quicker, they needed nothing except their hate to feed and grow. Satan was no man, no demon, he was hate incarnate. We knew the two realms would go to war soon, it was why we had to act. The Lightdrowner had been preparing himself for this war, and his machinations fell on us instead of my father. There were not many forces that could stand against our troop, none in the universe could single handedly outdo what the culmination of centuries brought against them. Issac fell apart from our group, leading some endless hordes away with shows of flame and magic. <br> We did not understand what we had come upon, that the lord of the dead would be ready for us. We had prepared for years, but he had been battling cosmic struggles for many centuries longer. We had our courage and true power behind us, so we fought on in that eternal throne room; no amount of cuts enough to keep us down. There was one breach in our form, Spencer lost an eye to one of the guardians of the Throne; he lost an arm and our formation fell apart. We thought it was finished, that we might fail our mission when he came back. The waves of hell could not hold back the power of my oldest friend, and he had the very heart of the realm in his hand when he returned. Satan was undone by his own power, the darkest of flames. Kerri took his place at the throne and we put our gaze on my fathers kingdom. Without balance the world would be undone like the dread lord, so we had to turn things right with our own power. <br> My father knew what was coming, he could feel the very balance of our world coming apart with the death of his only equal. Worst of all, he knew we were coming. My father didn't know what fools we were, he didn't understand that everything he had ever known would come apart because of what we had done. The old man just wanted to stay on his throne, the same one I sit on now. This was not like the first attack, we were worn out; we were rushed, we did no planning. We just stormed the gates and did all that we could to reach the palace in the sky. <br><br> What he couldn't have know was what we knew, how to bring his downfall.<br><br> Among both heaven in hell there were pyres, flames, concentrating the life of the place. They were a nexus of power, what was left over or what was before it became the might of these realm's Lords. Laaien had found this pyre ever as he trekked through the hordes of demons, it's black warmth saved us from the Underworlds Lord. It did so again against my father. He showed up late, of course; on his mission to find the source. But my father was blind, hungry to make his realm into the sole ruler of our world; he did not see that my dear old friend would be his undoing. I struck the final blow, taking my place as the ruler of his -my- realm. <br><br> Then everything ended. <br><br> Our world was very much falling apart, the two polar opposites that held everything in check had been destroyed by our troop. The age was ended, and we were at the nexus of everything that would be born in the new one. <br> It would have tore us apart, made us into something else, we wouldn't be allowed to exist in this new world. <br><br><div title="Wife of Isaac Weiss, Inheritor of the Void, The Lightnings Tail"><u>Excerpt from the Dead Tome of Calista, Inherited from Del, birther of the Red Void. Date: August 27th, 1945. </u></div><br> I never wanted to be like you. Five thousand years I fought against it, and yet you became a part of me. And it's those parts of me, however big or small, that won't let me pretend. I know you. I feel you there. I can sense it, just as I sense each bundle of rebellion we created from realms away. And no matter how hard I try, I can't shake that feeling. I will hold up the pretense for them, to be strong for our children, but not for myself. My own heart and blood is out there, and it haunts my every moment. <br><br> You didn't know. You wouldn't have allowed this to happen if you did, no matter what the cost. You would have changed the world to stop it, and we would have stood behind you no matter what consequences came our way. All of us. But damn you if you think a body is enough; if just because there are shadows and not bones that we would believe anything in the whole fucking infinite realms could take you away. That I would believe it. They changed the world this time-- not you, not us, they did. But you are older than them. You are older than any country. You've been part of the world so fucking long that stone forgot your name. They can break cities, they can turn a country to glass. But if you think you could fool me, that I would believe you could die, then you've forgotten who you married. It's time for me to remind you. <br><br> So on this day, I leave these words for the next. I will leave the Sentinels. I will leave the children of the man I love, leave the life that my husband has left for me. You who finds this, this grimoire of death and all of its secrets within, it belongs to you now. Do as my master taught me and learn your limits, and be ever mindful of the destruction that awaits should you fail. <br><br> Today I don this robe and bid a final farewell to our oasis. I will not return, not for my family or friends, not until I have him by the neck and drag the truth out of him. <br><br> I know you're out there, you old bastard. And by the will of every god who hates us both, I will make you answer for this pain you've put in my chest.



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   "Nothing was ever possible until someone tried."
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 Birth Name: Isaac Weiss
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 Alias: Vier Hisukin (Current), The Crimson Hero I, Laaien Hisukin, Shunkou, The Eternal Monster.
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 Species: Originally human, able to change his shape at will. Body normally defaults to a Kasai Minshuu.
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 Age: 10,070-odd years, not a perfect count, lost some years to science.
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 Title: Experience Incarnate. The Master. Flesh Lord. Justice's Avatar. "The Messy Magician",(Magister Clean) Strange Tamer. Formerly: Lord of the Crimson, Lord of Night, Master Vier, Boss, The Impossible Man, Founder/Head of the Sentinels.
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 Status: At Hiroshima the day the bomb dropped. Faked his death.
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 Height/Weight: 6'3, 209lb. Varies really, his form is not often static.
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 Distinguishing Marks: Literally hundreds of scars on his body, usually hidden by an illusion.
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 Occupation: Wanderer, Pillory-janitor, part time world-saver, degenerate, tutor. Formerly: Lord of the Crimson, Owner and founder of Afterlife, Head of the Sentinels, Protector of the Earth, Scientist, Doctor, Warrior, Mage, King, Do-Gooder, Mercenary, Teacher.
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 Affiliations: N/A. Formerly: Sentinels, Council of Elders, The Crimson, Moe, Afterlife: Interdimensional Cantina and Inn, many else, most now extinct.
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 Family: Riley(Biological Son), Sin(Biological Son, deceased), Eiji(Biological Son.), Silas(Biological Son, Tall Twin.), Adelaide(Biological Daughter.), Issac(Biological Son, Jr. Short Twin.), Quintus(Clone/Adopted Son), Grace(Adopted Daughter/ Third Wife), Tadashi(Adopted Son), Nayanna(Blood-bond kin), Charlotte(First Wife, deceased) Valeria Velaruni(Second Wife), Aestus(Adoptive Father, deceased), Noah(Biological Father, deceased), Hope(Mother, deceased). (Yes, he never heard of polygamy.)
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Quirks: Drinks a lot. Can't stop heroics. Unhealthy obsession with blondes. Unhealthy obsession with catgirls. On the run. Needs control after losing it all. Unhealthy obsession with being healthy. Healthy obsession with losing control. Loves belly buttons. Ass tastes great.
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         <br><br> More underlined things here~ <br><br><b>Mental Status:</b> Broken. <br><div title="Fickle, honest, blunt, stoic, observing, conservative, brave, dominating, crass, bold, genuine, goofy. Most of his life Vier was told that he was special, destined for greatness. He didn't care, all he cared about was that he had power and could use it to help others. Isaac became Laaien when he was barely in his teenage years, with the ability to change his body and no longer abiding by human physiology he technically never 'grew up.' Instead, he was given huge power, and he devoted himself to using it for others. Fast forward; losing family, sons, friends, seeing the cruelty of people of different realms, of humanity. And even the cruelty and hate he could feel the Vier you're likely to interact with is very different. Always a goof, acting as a by-standard and never letting people in on his true power, intentions, he does not want to be mysterious, but he also doesn't want to be recognized. He is kind as ever, he wants to help anyone he can, and he does what he can while keeping a low profile."><u>General Personality</u></div><br><div title="Vier will not stand off with you, he will wait until you get to your feet and put a hole in your chest before your eyes are on him. Vier will not flaunt his powers, he will not abuse them, only use them as need be, as a part of him. The Vier that exists how is one who has abandoned his family, who took an easy out so he could do his task of helping the world the best way he could, by having no connections to anything else. Vier is secretive and experienced, he is kind and he will never let any suffering life stay that way. But you don't know what's in his head, and has only lasted this long by making sure everyone who stood in his way prioritized their next breath over their hate."><u>The Hidden Beast</u></div><br> Isaac Weiss was never a fortunate enough man to have sanity as part of his life. The curse in him, the gift he was given had whispered death since his first day towards and nearly to his last. The corruption, his father called it, the darkness that by blood Vier was given too. It was there, Shunkou, always, and as Issac, as the Red Hero and even as Laaien he could fight back the darkness, to push it to a corner. But cornered creatures are the most fierce. <br> Following the end of the Second Cycle and Laaien acting as the sole inheritor of both the essences of the High Realm and the Black Realm the darkness was no longer able to be contained by the willpower of the ancient hero alone. His mind broke absolutely and outright, and Laaien was lost like the world of the Second Cycle. Shunkou wanted it all, he wanted the power, he wanted the body, he wanted to take what Noah owed him. It took seconds, but it felt like years, he wrestled with the dark beast and despite what he had gained, despite what Shunkou had at his disposal Vier, not Laaien came out. Along with two more minds. Shunkou was too much to contain anymore, too much for Laaien. Instead, Zuichii took Laaien's place, Sanban made the third edge of Shunkou's cage, and Vier stood at it's head, a new name fitting only when a man stopped being who he once was. There was no more Laaien, there was only four, each an idea of who he could have been. And Vier, the fourth, became the man who stood at the top of the cage. Shunkou rattles the bars, and Zuichii and Sanban help keep the beast in check, waiting only until they suit who Isaac must be most. <br><br><div title="The First, created at the end of the Second Cycle. The embodiment of Isaac without his code, a man without chains. The manifestation of the man Isaac must be, the man he refuses to be. One who does not believe in good, bad, not in justice nor even luck. He has no love nor hate, just the mission Isaac long ago set for himself. A need to do what must be done without the moral code only a mortal man could believe in. Without a moral code, no emotion, no restraint he is the most intimidating of Isaac's minds, knowing only logic of when to fight, when to die, and when to kill. With no thoughts besides the mission."><u>Zuichii</u></div><br><div title="The Second. Existing long before even Isaac, the ancient demon made a pact with Noah. Tricked, betrayed, murdered by Isaac's father he was cast aside and his power used by Noah. The demon lingered however, corrupting Noah, and the infection spread to his son. A demon in Isaac's head since he began harnessing the deeper aspects of his aura, Shunkou existed attempting only to corrupt Isaac, then Laaien. A demon once, a thought in the back of father and sons minds later, enough to ruin Noah, but only a threat to Isaac. A manifestation of darkness, born from the Black Realm itself and even more prone to darkness. Plotting for dozens, almost hundreds of centuries he is hate manifest, evil manifest with an appetite that had not been sated in over ten-thousand years. Not an antagonist, no, not while he lived inside Vier's head but an enemy all the same that Vier could never truly vanquish. The influence so great and the old power so expansive that even without a blood tie it has spread to those close to Isaac."><u>Shunkou</u></div><br><div title="The Third, created at the end of the Second Cycle. Unlike Shunkou or Zuichii or even Vier this is a personality of selfishness and selflessness bundled in one. The manifestation of Issac's true desires. Help others, love all, including himself. Existing only due to the love he learned from his family, friends, all those in his life. Sanban not only voices mercy for any serial killer, but nudges Vier to abandon the world and love his family, to not abandon them again or make them feel as though they were there only because they couldn't die. Able to harness a power unlike Shunkou's, inherited from the love of his family and with his distaste for violence his kind mind can harness Isaac's power to unleash magic on a scale only achieved by Isaac's first love."><u>Sanban</u></div><br><div title="The Fourth, the dominating mind inside Vier, and what remains of Isaac Weiss. Not like the other three, Vier is Laaien incarnate. Long ago, when Isaac sought the Red Giant and became Laaien he understood that he could no longer be Isaac, that the world needed something better than a mortal man. After Laaien, after the Second Cycle Vier was made to keep his mind intact. Defeating three other minds he held onto his body, held onto who he was. Vier is Isaac Weiss, he will always be Isaac Weiss, he will always know he is Isaac. But Isaac Weiss will never be the man Vier Hisukin must be."><u>Vier</u></div><br><div title="For those of you who have an issue with reading on a text-based RP site: Vier's world blew up, he was very powerful, he couldn't contain the mix of powers. Mind broke into four personalities, Vier is who he was prior to it with a new name and the one in charge of the body. One is nice, one is evil, one doesn't care. All of them fight for control. Vier is who you will interact with 99% of the time. If this is really all you read here, you're probably no good for more than blowin' a load or two. But that's okay."><u>Tl;Dr: For lazy cunts.</u></div><br><br>
      <b>Abilites:</b><div title="In Vier's mythology all living things are born with an 'aura.' After his father stole the power and aura of a demon, that aura was shared with him and Vier was inherently powerful. After centuries of molding his powers and learning from masters, it became clear that aura was not limited to birth. Normal humans had become immortals through training, like the Joutai and other 'Gods' Vier had battled. Aura is also mana, life force, the force, etc. and can be used for physical influences and magical ones. It's a blanket thing, but it saves the whole aura vs. chakra. vs. whatever the fuck. Same shit, different names. He was born with a lot of it, harnessed it and grew even more powerful."><u>Vast. The Gist of It.</u></div><br> He is not immortal. He is not a God despite killing many. At his core Vier is three things: A warrior, a mage, and a shapeshifter. Raised as an assassin and trained in his aura until his teenage years, he sought out the Joutai: Aestus, The Red Giant and was taught by a 'God' himself. Following, he was taught by his first wife in the art of magic. However, his true power came in the way of a venomous bite from a demon. He fought the burning substance for days, and only when he truly became one with his aura, when his powers and body became one did he truly learn. His ability to control aura so subtle he could manipulate his D.N.A. to save himself, and with focus he can even sense and move molecules of both living and non-living things. Born a warrior, birthed with the power to change matter itself, and with the knowledge of the greatest sorceress to ever live, and that was before he got good. <br><div title="The early years of his life Isaac was tutored in Ansatsuken, Ninjutsu, Kyūdō and dozens of martial arts; most prominently excelling in Muay Thai. Kikkoshou, a village of assassins was one of the few mortal groups proficient in melding aura with their martial prowess, but Vier was on a new league. Not only a studious and diligent pupil, his inherent heightened abilities gave him a vast view on the world around him, his senses attuned with the world so deeply he can feel the air shift from meters away. Martial combat has always been his favorite. Vier prefers the use of his hands over weaponry, yet any form of bladed or blunt weapon is in his knowledge of use. An hour is devoted to his martial prowess, if not more daily. His sorcery is vast and powerful, but Vier doesn't believe he has an equal in a raw martial competition."><u>Put 'em up.</u></div><br><div title="A sorcerer is little more than a devil with human skin. Few centuries had passed since the arcane had nearly ended the world that Isaac was born into and the art was hated by almost any who lived in his world. Isaac didn't begin learning the arts until after he had become Laaien, his teacher was strict, ruthless, and the greatest sorceress to exist. Unlike Aestus who had become a single being with his mastery of the arts, Vier was taught that he was part of it the moment he was born. Magic was just a lens that let him see and influence what was already around him. Vier's aura gave him a prodigal ability with the arcane, it scarcely took him a decade to earn the title of Master and barely a year before he graduated from his apprenticeship. Vier's inherent aura gives him the ability to manipulate multiple spells at once, grandiose feats, and to breach new levels of power with uncanny ease. Yet, he is no prodigy. "><u>No sleeves.</u></div><br><div title="Admittedly, the ancient hero had never considered himself a cut above the rest when it came to his skills or inclination to learn new ones. Despite that, Vier had been an avid seeker of truth and knowledge from his earliest age. With all the time that he had been given to gather and develop his own knowledge, experience turned out to be a more powerful tool than any natural disposition. The changes in his human physiology allowed Vier to enhance his brain to levels far past conventional intelligence, essentially making it a squishier computer. This creates uncannily fast responses from and to his neural pathways, enough to keep up with even the highest tiers of speed and battle. Vier can calculate multiple zettabytes worth of information, having helped develop early mathematical and scientific formulas and equations; all in the heat of battle. Having created and executed plans that required microseconds precision, Vier believes his only rivals in strategic thinking perished in the Elder War."><u>Three turns. No more.</u></div><br><div title="A part of his his very being and soul, the power that Vier was born with warped his very existence when he as he gestated in the womb. The bloodline that began with his father passed on the unholy power his sins onto the frail, human body, birthing Vier as a unique creature. At birth Vier simply did not have enough to him to hold in the awesome powers that grew as he matured throughout the eleven moons he gestated and the excess energy released on his birth made him as mass murderer from his first breath. Nurturing his power and learning to control more and more as time passed Vier both creates and stores aura, his power source in his body. Comparable to WMDs in sheer amount, Vier can both absorb power from other sources forcefully and naturally, and expel great amounts with minimal damage to his form. Despite minimal damage, this is relative to the amount of power released."><u>Walking Battery.</u></div><br><br> Applications: <br><div title="After the discovery of Vier's ability to touch smaller and smaller forms of matter eventually his mind was able to touch the spaces between atoms and further subatomic levels. Throughout his centuries alive Vier worked meticulously at his own body, pulling different atoms into more tightly joined molecules; further increasing the density of his cells and flesh. Though technically stemming as a base, human physiology it has been augmented until to unnatural levels. In his base form Vier can slug mountains into rubble, hold up skyscrapers and move at levels far beyond the speed of sound."><u>Natural Monster</u></div><br><div title="Despite his lack of disposition towards the mystic, Vier's uncanny level of natural energy makes it easy for him to cast varying spells on the fly. The sheer levels of information his brain can crunch allow him manipulate magic, D.N.A., and matter all in fractions of seconds to make stone crushing blows that much more deadly."><u>Martial Magic</u></div><br><div title="Title is deceptive, but it is inherently what this application of his power allows him to do. Vier lives as a sentient source of energy, and the eons of study have made his mind and his power one in the same. In turn, Vier's nearly infallible mind is able to use his energies to touch even subatomic components of matter and use them as he sees fit. Vier can change the fundamental states of matter and switch neutrons, protons and electrons to create what molecules he needs on the fly, as well as constitute them as he needs. Standard steel weapons can be crafted in seconds or less even while fighting. More complex, dense, or unique creations are in the scope of his power, but they will either take time to transmute or a sufficient supply of rarer/more rich matter can ease the process. Example: Fighting near molten rock makes it easy to form more durable weaponry."><u>Reality Manipulation</u></div><br><div title="Unlike with magic, Vier's naturalistic tendencies and oneness with his mind and the world around him have given him ideal compatibility in influencing existing matter around him. Most prominently: Nature. Fire, water, earth, wind, metal, flesh, wood, etc. If it comes from nature, Vier does not need knowledge of it's molecular make up in order to move and manipulate it, in fact, he scarcely needs his magic to do it. When his aura spreads and ingrains itself deep enough into naturally occurring matter Vier can control it like an extension of his body."><u>Inherent Avatar</u></div><br><div title="By tightening the bonds of his molecules Vier has turned his skin and bones so strong to the touch he feels like a statue. Coupled with training in pain, focus, and a life time of battle you're better off breaking the building than knocking him down. Bullets of low caliber and blades without a powerful hand behind them will not break the skin. A sniper rifle with a strong bullet will splatter his brains like anyone. Unless he know's its coming."><u>Increased Durability</u></div><br><div title="A sniper bullet could open his brain, sure. But magic can make his bones harder than titanium, tungsten, anything you can imagine. He has used this to punch holes through mountains, and it can be applied to things outside of his body as well."><u>Density Manipulation.</u></div><br><div title="Vier learned long ago how deep he could touch the world with his mind. He spent years learning about his body and mastered manipulating it to damn near any shape. He can be a snake, a mouse, grow wings, increase his muscle mass, regrow limbs, etc. It is damn near limitless as long as two conditions are met: His heart and brain are kept in tact. Heart does not apply if he becomes something with a respiratory system that doesn't require one, and he can grow multiple vital organs to use as bait. Brain is non-optional since it controls his aura. If he were to say, become a chair, he would die, since well, he would be a chair. Chairs don't have brains!"><u>Shapeshifting</u></div><br><br> Equipment: <br><div title="A gift and mark of graduation from Vier's teacher and his first love. Originally enchanted with a spell simply stating 'Protect Him' it was has withstood as Vier's signature garb. A truly powerful mystic artifact, it has been enchanted by Vier constantly through the centuries with new runes and wards to increase the abilities the cloth can conjure naturally. Most prominently Vier calls it his 'personal inter-dimensional elevator.' Complex runes Vier crafted over varying eons eventually allowed it to traverse the realms at the drop of a dime. Meanwhile Vier can take several seconds to minutes to properly fire himself across the planes of existence. Vier thorizes the robe to be sentient, having inherited his old loves soul and will and believes it to be a close friend who, much like Kita, would stop at nothing to protect the world and it's friends. It tends to be more humorous than it's owner."><u>Living Robe.</u></div><br><div title="The only armor Vier has ever donned. Only used for the most serious battle, Vier plucked the matter from the core of a White Star that had formed in the outer reaches of the Crimson. The metal took decades to forge and centuries to cool. They protects from his wrist most of the way up his forearms, and have been stated by Vier to be unbreakable to the most absolute degree. Even his abilities to manipulate matter have little effect on it, the sheer density of the atoms packed together almost unaffected by an entire month of concentration, Vier could scarcely warp an inch of the material enough to soften it. Extremely light objects are ever made to go into orbit around it, with Vier constantly aware of the loose molecules that attach to them."><u>Cosmic Forged Bracers.</u></div><br><br> Outside Skills/Sources <div title="If you ask, Vier will tell you he killed God himself. Then he will tell you his best friend took his place, Chrono, God of Time. The living son of the former God, Chrono's bloodline had a long history of uncanny skill in the scarcely seen form of magic. The power involved being able to calculate and manipulate enormous amounts of matter, usually everything to exist in a realm; something most minds could not even fathom. Regardless of his intellect, Vier did not master these powers, but various tomes and tutelage from his ancient friend gave Vier enough insight to at least become essentially invulnerable to the given school of arcane. With time to make and prepare both rituals and equipment alike, Vier has traversed time on more than one occasion."><u>Minor Chronomancy.</u></div><br><div title="Again, a little misleading. Vier is a frequent flier to the void, a friend and a long time Lord in the domain. His wife eventually took up the role as proverbial Ferry-woman of the plane, and it only made his connection that much more powerful. Vier can store matter in the vastly empty realm, use it as a pivot point to both teleport in and out, summon monsters and equipment alike from it and even call on reserves of energy he may have left in certain pockets of the dimension. Unlike if he were simply 'porting from realm to realm, as a Lord of the Void he can freely come in and out and use the realm as he sees fit, able to fashion pockets of existence in it on the fly. A proverbial "Seat of Power". Though, not his only one."><u>Void Incarnate.</u></div>

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 <a href="Link Here" target="blank" title="A loving girl, always. A lover of all life, of all ways. She married Vier to cure him of crippling depression following Charlotte's death. Though their relationship lacks any sexuality or romance.">Grace Venia</a> <b>Adopted daughter, third wife.</b> <br>
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 <a href="Link here" target="blank" title="A hungry soul who tried to steal from the Moving Mansion. After getting caught he became a test subject for Vier, and eventually became accepted as a Hisukin. He now sits as the Head of the Elders, a symbol that justice will stand eternally.">Tadashi Arashi</a> <b>Adopted son.</b> <br>
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 <a href="Link here" target="blank" title="An exact clone of Vier, used to see how V would have lived as a normal human. Being forced to live through a normal life, he eventually becomes technologically altered and lives on as Vier's adopted 'son'. With a greater understanding of life than any other, he eventually becomes key to developing new types of magics previously thought impossible. Appointed Lord of the Crimson once Vier realized he could never lead his people as they deserved.">Quintus Hisukin</a> <b>Adopted son, clone.</b> <br>
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 <a href="Link here" target="blank" title="The spawn of two eternally cursed individuals, Vier assumed from the little interaction he had with his son before his death he would grow into more power than even Tadashi. A brilliant youth, raised by his mother alone, Vier never knew his son very much but does what he can to contact him even from the confines of The Machine.">Eiji Hisukin</a> <b>Biological son.</b> <br>
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 <a href="Link here" target="blank" title="In the early years of his journeys Vier got too deep in the dark source of his past. Falling under the spell of a up and coming vampiress he became her thrall and was the crowned Lord of Night for two decades. Before he could escape, Valeria had stolen his biological data to create Sin. Grown in a vat, he lived for centuries as his mother's tool of terror. Eventually rebelling and defecting to Vier, he dedicated his life to overcoming the need to feed on sentient beings and the tenants of his father. To the day he died, Vier pitied the son he could never help to find his path..">Sin Hisukin</a> <b>Artificially grown biological son.</b> <br>
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 <a href="Link here" target="blank" title="The product of Vier's monstrous powers and Charlotte's inhuman abilities as a sorceress. Birthed and raised in secrecy, his mother having wanted to spare her son the life of heroics that any contact with Vier eventually seemed to cause he became confused in his loneliness and eventually made his father the antagonist in his mind. After nearly killing his father and various other Hisukin he is told every truth by his mother on her death bed, that all she wanted was to free him and give him choice in his life. Leading his own path, the man is able to manifest his aura so powerfully it can create mass and change reality. Following Vier's death, Riley became a Sentinel and all his mother's prediction's come true, but on his terms.">Riley Szerencse</a> <b>Biological Son</b> <br>
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   This might be the only thing written, because it's what you care about the most. <br> 1. DISCLAIMER: RL things, skip if you're already bored. Play much games, read, do homework, work things, while online, sorry if I'm distracted. Work for Bottoms-Up Strip club, I act as the hawk. <br><br> 2. Alright, the shit you might care about. I am PM friendly. More than most, really. I try to listen to people, and if you come to me looking to talk, advice, I will help; just know I am real. Real fuckin' real, so don't come looking for me to pat your head and tell you it was the other persons fault. About the RP, you can come to me with a plot in mind or not. If you have something general in mind, or just the type of play you like to do, we might be able to work something out. DO NOT come to me and ask me what I wanna play, you suck. <br><br> 3. I'm an average decently educated homie. If you wanna know, this concerns drama. Believe me, you will not be worth my time, nor will you get any of it. Just know, I don't actually give a fuck either way. <br><br> 4. Might not seem like it, but I'm actually kind of a push over. If I approach you, I will usually have an idea in mind, or just genuine interest and can be persuaded into a lot. I really appreciate if you just tell me if you don't like my pitch, rather than stay quiet, as I try to do with everyone. Just send me a second message if I don't reply to the first, I can be highly distracted. I'm kinda totally a push over as a person too, and am quite nice to the few that I call friend, ya'll have my ear whenever you need it. Just don't forget, Vier and I are real. <br><br> 5. I HIGHLY appreciate it with my more common partners to just get Skype and play with me there. I HATE the RPC PM system, and the site itself is unreliable, so I like the option of being able to send you my post at any time and get them from you at any time. I have a really annoying schedule. If ya' don't wanna, it's cool, just be aware that I have a shit ton of stuff to do all the time. <br><br> 6. "I WANT MY POST AND I WANT IT NOW!" then move the fuck on. Good things take time, sorry. I really do try to put effort into my posts, be they semi or novella. <br><br> 7. <br><br> 8. WOO, THE SEX PART YOU WERE LOOKING FOR: I'll fuck anything. Not cuntboys though, they are basically girls. Confuse me too much. However, no shemale, futa or any dude pretending to be a dick-chick has ever been into me. I do like to have story with my shit, and can't be forced into a sex scene too easily. Even if it is just a hook up scene, I'm down, but I like the context, and I like it done right, not "Wanna go to the bathroom?". If I just wanna fucking let out a load, I'll tell you. Or you tell me and I'll see if I want it. This is a fucking smut site, a SMUT site, I'm not gonna pretend I'm some innocent clean RPer. I like genuine fucking writing though, that is my passion, not my dick. <br><br> 9. I started RPing on a site completely about fighting. I did that for years, and was in the multi-range before I turned twelve. Bring your A-game if you wanna scratch this Godslayer, and no, no universe-shattering blades though. I never wanted to be a teacher, but I do like to teach. If you want to improve your RP ability I would really like to help you, and genuinely like the idea of apprentices, I teach people by the half dozen when with my clan. I know it sounds arrogant, and that not everyone wants to fess up about wanting to get better, but confide in me and I will help you. <br><br> 10. No, I'm not gonna post a picture of myself to feed to the idea of how full of myself I am. If you get my Skype, you can see me then. Thanks for reading whatever you did read. I am here to RP, refine my craft, learn how my character interacts with other and think of how to continue writing my stories and hopefully one day get them published. If I get off or you do in between, cool, practice writing is all I want, be it rearranging your insides or your face. As for OOC relationships, if you wanna be friends, and you ain't wronged me, we can be friends. If you're fucking Vier IC, someone else probably is. If you wanna be his IC lover, lemme know, not assume I agree, and I'll consider it. I've had friends for years that I met through RP, and I've had legit relationships thanks to it, real love and such. Don't expect it though, I'm very devoid of emotions at this point in my life. <br> One more time, thanks for reading. Hope my voice in yer head didn't annoy you too much. Oh, right. If you mew for me, I may literally melt Fuckin' apprentice.
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