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The Shattered Being

Post by Xylohem » Sun Aug 26, 2018 10:04 am


Name: Arius Lorne Morgan

Nickname(s): Ari, and Morgan.

Birthday (Day of the Split): December 13th, 1839 (Woken from split and "raised" starting 1991)

Age since Split: 178 (Physcial Age: 19)

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Species: The Forsaken and Tormented Child of Death.

Powers: Arius' powers when he is "United" is closer to his father's. Though, due to an old organization who fight to preserve life, Arius was separated into four beings. Each holds different abilities and power limits, but they are all just fragments of the singular being. Arius is telepathic and is able to shift from his human form into one of a Fallen Angel. He often hides these abilities as much as he can as when he uses his telepathy he normally hurts others. Either making their minds twist and contort toward madness or, if he is angered, he can crush a person with just a thought. Though, if he does attempt to crush a person it does take a minute and requires all of his concentration. Afterward, he is incredibly tired and needs rest.

Personality: Arius is quite open and holds himself with an air of importance. However, he does not always wear this mask and often at home he is prone to being very quiet. While his foster family has their own ideas for his silence, often preparing to warn the Society just in case, he is often just tired of socializing. Due to the recent move, Arius doesn't have many friends but his outgoing nature does draw many to him. Though his silence and outgoing nature is still a full cover. Arius doesn't know why but he seems to hunger for violence and relishes in death. He discovered this unnatural curiosity when his family had to put down their dog. Arius felt no remorse for the animal and instead fought with all his might against the wicked smile that wanted to cover his lips that day.

Likes:
  • His family
  • Freedom
  • The outdoors
  • Gothic Style
  • Music (Of varying types, he just loves specific songs of many different genres.)
  • The Supernatural
  • The dark
  • Horror Movies
Darker Likes: (He keeps his emotions hidden around these things, as well as he can.)
  • Violence
  • Fire
  • Destruction
  • Death
  • Insanity
Dislikes:
  • The darker side of himself.
  • His "dreams".
  • Abusive people
  • Being constrained
  • Clingy people
Interests:
  • Reading
  • Singing
  • Leaning about anything he can get his hands on.
  • The Supernatural.
Darker Interests: (He hides these as much as he can though sometimes he is compelled due to his hunger.)
  • Torture
  • Feed his hunger. (This means, making people fear him to a major extent, or eating a soul. Though he has yet to do the latter.)
  • The Dark Supernatural (Werebeasts, vampires, ghouls, etc,...)
  • Fighting
  • To unite with the other split pieces of his old self.
  • Killing (While he has never killed anyone before, the darker side of him pushes him toward this ultimate.)
Fears:
  • His darker side.
  • His "dreams".
  • Friendships/Relationships
  • His real father
Bio:

"Idiot boy!" The crack of a whip shattered the still air. Searing white pain flashed over his mind. How long had it been? He had a life out of these chains, right? Another crack, more white. No... He was born chained. Iron, steel, blood, pain, this was his. Once more, seven swift blades digging into his back. Opening new and old wounds. Heat, fleeing from the painful marks. He was so cold... "What did I tell you?" A hand grabbed at the young man's neck and moved his gaze up. In front of his face stood a mountain of a man with a mask covering his entire face. All except for the man's piercing firey eyes. He was expecting an answer, to what? What had the man said before the young man had woken?

Pain, the pain held him still as the man towered over him. "Fine, you won't speak to me? Then never speak again." A sudden twist and shove and the man let go of him. It is not over... Footsteps, moving away from him. The tender sound was like music to his ears as his torturer walked away from him.

Slowly everything began to return. Carefully the chained man pieced the memories together again. Every piece, starting with his birth, and moving on to this moment. Each cruel experiment and new painful technique his father could think of. All used on the boy. Every shredded slice of darkness and evil that his father could cram into the poor boy. All of it, and the cold-blooded murder of his mother, just to make him into a weapon.

A bone-chilling cry spilled forth from the boy's mouth as the deeper pain began to register and the man returned. He held a thick black wire and a large steel needle. "This ought to shut up your screaming." Still, the young man screamed and struggled against the thousands of chains that held him as the pain became overwhelming.
Arius, the child of darkness and evil. A concoction made to destroy all that was ever made. Though, this wasn't its name when it was whole... The Society of Heaven knew little of what the tormented being had endured. But to contain the beast and evil within it, they split the weapon into pieces. Each hidden and protected heavily just in case any of the parts decided to reunite. The Society also marked when the being came to Earth during the Victorian era and after causing it to split they labeled it as his "birthday" to help catalog the date.

While Arius does not fully know where he came from, or what he is. He does have a decent amount of knowledge about his darker side due to the memories that he calls "dreams". However, he keeps these things to himself as they scare him and he doesn't wish to make his family or friends fear for him. But he struggles with his memories because of this. While he is reminded and does remember being in the foster program before his foster parents decided to adopt him, he also remembers coming to Earth during the Victorian age. But these things are long behind him, other than his dreams and twisted memories.

Due to a positive review of Arius' lifestyle and mental health, the Society decided he and his protectors would move to a place where he could be more like a human. This recent trip did hurt Arius as he had made friendships in his old home, but being a mostly open person he knew he could do well. The pain from the move did worry his mother, Anna, his father, Ethan, and his brother, Eli because it was the first big thing that had ever happened to Arius since he was taken in. Though their worries were calmed once they arrived at their new home and Arius couldn't seem to sit still. He acted much like an ecstatic dog would, as when they parked in the driveway of their new home, Arius was quick to explore the house. Of course, Eli followed his adopted older brother and the pair quickly attempted to lay claim to the biggest bedroom that wasn't the master bedroom.

This sense of levity was very relieving to Anna and Ethan as they watched the two boys run about like normal brothers. Anna and Ethan were full members of the Society of Heaven, while Eli was still preparing to join, and this held them all responsible for Arius. However, no matter how hard they tried to see Arius as a possible God-killer, they couldn't see it. Instead, they saw a boy, their son, and this was one thing that had kept Arius safe for so long. But now, being out in the open, the world and its mysteries are more accessible to Arius. And it may be sooner or later, but something is coming his way.

Height: 6'5"

Weight: 188 lbs.
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Figure: Skinner side of healthy.

Supernatural feature: Due to his forgotten and scattered past, Arius can shift into a Fallen Angel. This spreads a pair of black feathered wings from his back. However, when this form is taken his lips are magically sewn shut meaning he can only talk with his mind. His body in this form is heavily scarred and the bones in his dark wings seem broken and reformed haphazardly. Though the wings still work fine, it just seems like they cause serious pain.

Appearance:

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(He has crimson highlights in his hair that he was seemingly born with. If he ever reunites with one of his split pieces the crimson will turn white.)

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(Here is his shifted form into a Fallen Angel.)

Name: Ilxion Illian ( ill-ix-ion ill-ian)

Nickname(s): Lily

Birthday (Day of the Split): December 13th, 1839 (Woken from split and "raised" starting 1989)

Age since Split: 178 (Physcial Age: 21)

Species: The Forsaken and Tormented Child of Death.

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Powers: Ilxion's powers when she is "United" is closer to her father's. Ilxion does have a mild ability relating to telepathy and using it to communicate, but that is the limit of her telepathic powers. However, she is a brilliant scientist. While she keeps these studies to herself they often start with her as at an early age she realized she could shift her form into various wicked beasts. These creatures range from the simplest rodent to a mighty dragon. Even with an ability to change into such a majestic beast, Ilxion keeps her shifting minor. Like giving herself gills underwater, or changing her skin to dragon scales to combat a remarkable heat. But each one of these creatures and abilities is not invincible, and often in a bigger shift, like into that of a dragon, she has to expend more energy and focus to retain the form.

Personality: Ilxion is quick, not just in her natural speed, which is remarkable, but also with calculations. While her speed is often advantageous, it is a reason why she rarely keeps any company as very few can keep up with her. Often she will be found mumbling to herself about random scientific calculations and mixtures. This makes her easy to frighten when she is so distracted. But she is rarely open and often comes off as callous when she speaks. Due to past experience, Lily is quiet about her thoughts and ideas, and it also doesn't help when people scare her when she is in the middle of a scientific idea.

While Ilxion does struggle with her darker side, she has found a way to make it dormant within her. But this doesn't mean she doesn't have darker thoughts like the rest of her Split pieces.

Likes:
  • Her work
  • Freedom
  • Movies
  • Darker Victorian Style of dress
  • Music (Of varying types, most often Classical.)
  • The Supernatural
  • Difficult equations
  • Books (Intellectual books with MANY twists.)
Darker Likes: (She has created a serum to help these feelings remain dormant. Though, if she were to run out or not get a dosage on time. Her darker side may manifest itself.)
  • Violence
  • Blood
  • Chaos
  • Death
  • Plagues
Dislikes:
  • The darker side of herself.
  • Her "dreams".
  • People how can't understand her.
  • Horror Movies
  • Eels
Interests:
  • Reading
  • Research
  • Leaning about anything she can get her hands on.
  • The Supernatural.
  • Finding viruses and developing cures.
Darker Interests: (She hides these. Though, if her darker side is manifest then it will drive her to these.)
  • Creating plagues/viruses.
  • Feed her hunger. (This means, making people fear her to a major extent, or eating a soul. Though she has yet to do the latter.)
  • Cannabalism
  • Fighting
  • To unite with the other split pieces of her old self.
  • Killing (While she has never killed a human before, the darker side of her pushes her toward this ultimate.)
Fears:
  • Her darker side.
  • Her "dreams".
  • Friendships/Relationships
  • Chaotic situations
  • Having to use her shifting abilities in front of others.
Bio:

Carefully her eyelids flicked back. The haze of morning blinded her eyes, but as her vision began to clear it was not the morning that was greeting her sight. A few pale green lamps dimly lit the interior of what looked like an alchemist's laboratory. Weirdly shaped bottles rested on a few different tables around the dim room, and in each, a strange liquid sat dormant. Pain began to slowly creep through her body as she attempted to move her arms and legs. Yet as her arms and legs tried to move from the strange wooden seat she was set on, a clink of metal against wood sounded. Her eyes swiftly turned their gaze from the room around to the restraints that held her down against the table.

Desperately she attempted to open her mouth to cry for help, but as her jaws attempted to separate to make the noise a sharp pain shook her skull. It felt as if her jaws were locked, but not in a normal way. Tenderly she pressed her tongue against the back of her teeth. However, as her tongue pushed forward the sensitive muscle pressed against many tough strings of cord that seemed to lace through both her upper and lower jaw. Fear and anger began to boil within her as she desperately searched her mind for a way to escape.

As she began to twist one of her wrists to attempt to slip through one of the restraints, the sound of a creaking wooden door opened and swiftly shut. No... Please... No more... The attempt to escape became more frantic as the footsteps grew louder and louder. A deep pounded sounded in her chest as she continued to struggle to twist her hand free, yet it would matter little as the dark man stepped into the room. With a wicked chuckle, he moved to her on the table and looked down at her face. "Oh, no. There is no hope here child." Surely the man couldn't be right...

No... Not just a man. He was her father. With a swift and harsh movement, the man tightened every restraint to the point where they cut off circulation to her hands and feet. The one around her chest and over her pelvis were also tightened so she couldn't struggle easily. "Now, what should we add tonight?" Carefully the man walked to one of the tables around the room and looked at the bottles full of strange liquid. After looking at a few of the lightly lit liquids, the man settled on one and took it with him to her side. As he raised his hand the shadows quickly began to coalesce around his fingers. In only a few seconds, out of the darkness, a syringe fell into his grasp. With a smooth movement, the man filled the syringe with the liquid and smiled as he removed the air bubbles from the needle.

To no avail, the woman attempted to free herself, but the wicked man just smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder steading her. Carefully the man stuck the needle deep into her shoulder before he began to inject the serum. A burning pain quickly began to spread across her body. Her heart began to race much faster and beads of sweat fell from her body and onto the wooden table. As she continued to shake with pain, the man moved to find another bottle. "More to go."
Ilxion, the child of darkness and evil. A concoction made to destroy all that was ever made. Though, this wasn't its name when it was whole... The Society of Heaven knew little of what the tormented being had endured. But to contain the beast and evil within it, they split the weapon into pieces. Each hidden and protected heavily just in case any of the parts decided to reunite. The Society also marked when the being came to Earth during the Victorian era and after causing it to split they labeled it as her "birthday" to help catalog the date.

While Ilxion does not fully know where she came from, or what she is. She does have a decent amount of knowledge about her darker side due to the memories that she calls "dreams". However, she keeps these things to herself as they scare her and she doesn't wish to make anyone fear her. But she struggles with her memories because of this. While she is reminded and does remember being in the foster program before her foster parents decided to adopt her, she also remembers coming to Earth during the Victorian age. But these things are long behind her, other than her dreams and twisted memories.

But Ilxion never lets these thoughts contort her desire for knowledge. Due to the ability to shift, which she discovered at the age of ten when she was alone in her room. Ilxion has always sought out the reason why she is like this. The ability to change into animals of various types and sizes was an amazing revelation, for herself. So, in an effort to find out why she was so different, Ilxion began her journey to scientific genius in record time. Within four years of her discovery of her abilities, Ilxion finished Middle School and High School. She was always fast, and often put into advanced programs. But now that she had something to solve, her determination went through the roof. Quickly she went through a few Ivy League colleges earning two Ph.D. and four Master's Degree's in the space of another four years.

This achievement was very noteworthy for the Society and after a "thorough" investigation into Ilxion's sudden progression, the Society determined the best course of action was to just try an keep up with her. With such a response, the Society sent an agent to act as a friend to Ilxion. It did take many days and even nearly a year of coaxing her, but eventually, the agent, Caleb, and Ilxion became good friends. While Caleb was kept at arms distance when Ilxion began her newer research on herself and the ability she had to shift, it didn't stop him from getting information. Still, the pair had become close friends over the few years they worked together. And Caleb was close to having Ilxion let him into her private tests when a strange letter came in with a proposed larger laboratory and more testing supplies.

Ilxion was so ecstatic that Caleb forgot to tell the Society that they were moving to a new location. This is not the best thing, obviously. But what can a young man do when he is so obviously smitten? Though he was quick to right this wrong and tell the Society while Ilxion set up her equipment, something wasn't right about the area. While she didn't fully care, she did notice a tender tug on a deep slumbering evil inside of her.

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 152 lbs.
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Figure: Healthy and fit

Supernatural feature: While she can shift into various forms, every last one has scars. Some are easier to hide, like in her human form. Looking like a normal person, the scars are only on her back and down her right arm. However, these ugly scars are everywhere and if she adds other animal traits to one form, then the scars of both forms will show. All of the scars also look fresh, as if they have just recently healed, and they can be used as a weak spot if she shifts her skin to dragon scales.

Appearance:

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(This tattoo is on the back of her right hand, though because she wears gloves most of the time it is difficult to see.)

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(Her average appearance even when she is in the lab.)

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(This form is when her darker side takes over. Only half of her face will be changed, but her whole demeanor will flip.)

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Birthday (Day of the Split): December 13th, 1839 (Woken from split and "raised" starting Unknown)

Age since Split: 178 (Physcial Age: Unknown)

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Species: The Forsaken and Tormented Child of Death.

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Birthday (Day of the Split): December 13th, 1839 (Woken from split and "raised" starting Unknown)

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Species: The Forsaken and Tormented Child of Death.

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

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