Name: Kevin D’RockittoSpecies: VictiniVictini is the result of a last-ditch genetic experiment by the greatest legendary and human minds during the final months of the Great Exarch War. Designed to provide the power and guidance for a worldship single-handedly, Victini was blessed with boundless energy provided by a highly-efficient self-sustaining generator which is the closest “natural” thing to a fision reactor that could be imagined, helped along by a little bit of what the less-technically-minded wouldn’t mind calling “magic”.
Gender: Ungendered (originally male)
Age: 18
Mental Illness:From the file compiled before Kevin was transferred:
PTSD: Almost all of Kevin’s other issues stem from the trauma he experienced during the Great Exarch War. His triggers are multiple and result in unreasonably-powerful responses. Due to the intensity of these outbursts and the numerous quality of his triggers, he’s been deemed dangerous to himself and to others. Known triggers include:
Being stared at for too long
Multiple people saying the same thing at the same time, be this chanting or singing or entirely coincidental
Whispering in his ears
Using the pronoun “we” to refer to a single entity (please keep him away from self-aware multiple-person systems)
Sleep disorders: Kevin suffers from night terrors, rapid eye movement sleep behavior disorder, and sleep paralysis. He is at his most dangerous and least predictable while asleep or falling asleep; induction of sleep in a controlled environment is recommended.
Depersonalization disorder: Likely due to the relatively-recent transference of Kevin’s consciousness to the Victini chassis from his previous human body, Kevin is often struck with depression and has reported several instances of out-of-body experiences on a nearly-daily basis. The lengendaries figure that he’ll get over it eventually, but decided to report it anyway.
Drug abuse: Due to his fear of sleeping, Kevin has taken to preemptive use of Awakening to prevent himself from losing consciousness. As he goes longer and longer without sleep, he must take it more often, and blood tests show high levels of blood toxicity due to this. It is also possible that his fight to stave off sleep is the cause of his sleep paralysis, though there is no evidence to suggest that were he to stop using it his night terrors would leave him.
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Antisocial personality disorder: Has a remarkable disregard for personal space, often invading others’ quarters. Patient has tendency to take any unlocked door as an invitation to enter. Suggestions that this is not okay behavior have not yet resulted in a deviation for the better. Patient interrupts constantly.
Kleptomania? Compulsive Hoarding? An assortment of objects, including a few reported stolen, have been found, repeatedly (even after giving them back) in a neat pile in Kevin’s room. Includes any writing utensils given to it, and anything that is not glued down. Keep away from those who require specific objects for stability: remember to note on the whiteboard to check for stolen items in its room.
Appearance: Kevin is an odd-looking creature. The first way that you would describe him would be as a rabbit or bunny, but most rabbits don’t have wings instead of a tail, or odd red markings up their ears and on their extremities to contrast the rest of their pure-white fur, or very large fangs protruding down to about the level of their chin. Kevin does.
He’s not much larger than a large rabbit: about one foot tall when standing bipedal, extended about half a foot if you take his ears into account at full height. His wings span about one foot as well, certainly not long enough to actually be of any use, even given that the creature is much lighter than one might imagine just from glancing at him.
When in flight, Kevin supplements this appearance with wing extensions and an odd sort of tail made of controlled fire. He’s explained that this is purely cosmetic, as he achieves flight through psychic locomotion, but doesn’t like to “look like (he’s) being dragged about by the seat of (his) hypothetical pants”.
History:“…making him Champion of five regions. What is next for Kevin D’Rockitto?” What, indeed. The seventeen-year-old switched off the radio and glanced around the table at the impatient faces of the two legendaries that were his guests.
“So, yeah, why did you want to hear that?”
“We didn’t, I asked for your life story.” The small pink cat creature’s psychic voice didn’t sound particularly thrilled about having had to listen to a news report instead of getting the message right from the horse’s mouth, given that said horse was right there.
“And that described it much more thoroughly than I possibly could have. I go off on tangents.”
“Just the basic rundown would have worked, all you had to say was ‘Hi, I’m Kevin, my dad owns Team Rocket, I’ve had nothing better to do than run around and fight crime and beat up trainers for the past five years and now I’m still the undefeated champion of five regions!’ But it’s a digression, anyway. We’re here because… we need your race’s help. Since you’re their Champion, it only makes sense to come to you. War is coming.”
…
“What do you MEAN you’re impeaching me?” Kevin shoved his face inches away from his accuser’s own, daring him with his eyes to say it again.
“I mean exactly what I said, Champion. You’re far too biased in favor of the Pokemon; we need someone who will think about our interests to represent us.”
“And you think YOU’RE the one to do it, huh?” Kevin backed away, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth to wipe the angry spittle away before turning back on the taller man. “You don’t even know what the heck we’re facing out there! This isn’t some game, this isn’t politics! The Exarchs are coming, and they are going to KILL YOU if don’t get your stupid head out of the sand and realize that this is literally the end of the world.”
“I assure you, my head is not in the sand. And it’s not the end of the world, my corporation can provide the worldships necessary to defend us from your Exarchs… but not if you’re just going to throw them away like you’re planning.” Edward managed to stay remarkably calm given who he was facing, and the rest of the chamber remained silent as they watched the spectacle, the volcano raging against the steady sea.
“If… IF. You can’t see past your own SPECTACLES and you think you have the vision to know what can and can’t protect us from the Exarchs. HAVE YOU LOOKED OUTSIDE RECENTLY? Do you not see the mess that we’re in? Earth IS NOT SAFE. The ONLY way we’re going to scrape out of this with even a FRACTION of the human population alive is if we join the legendaries in fighting these things. You’d have us sit here twiddling our thumbs just WAITING for them to break through our best chance at defense, refusing to offer any aid at all, and then what? You think that your stupid ships will be better capable to defeat them without the legendaries’ support?”
“Yes.”
Kevin stared dumbfounded for a moment, and then shook his head, determined to go on. “And what if they can? You’re just letting the Pokemon die out there instead of turning the tide of the battle?”
“See, you’re thinking more of them than you’re thinking of our race. Hence I propose a vote to have you removed from your position.”
Kevin glanced around the auditorium in disbelief. “Four months. It only took you four months to buy enough votes.” He glared across at Edward, who had finally broken his icy emotionless façade to smile unpleasantly. “Well maybe I’m biased toward Pokemon because they’re not all !#$% IDIOTS!” He saw the few winces that he managed to provoke, but already knew how this was going to go down. “Clarence, take us out, we’re done here.” The Abra slowly nodded, and the two disappeared from the room as the results flashed up on the board: 112 for, 5 against.
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“It’s either that or cryogenic freeze. At least this way you can still help.” Kevin rubbed his eyes wearily, staring down at the paperwork in front of him. Denied a spot on every worldship crew, of course. And now here he was, offered the same options that everyone else was, as if he hadn’t helped design the freaking things.
“Not even an engineering position?” She shook her head. “Then… I guess I have a phone call to make.”
Kevin left the recruitment office as the next person in the very long line made his way in. He flipped open the cell phone and sighed heavily again, dialing in a number that he hadn’t input in a long time. Hopefully he would pick up this time. He held the plastic thing against his ear and listened to the dialtone, his face growing less hopeful with each ring until it was finally interrupted with a click. “Hello?”
“Hey, Alvin… we need to talk about Project Victini.”
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“… Are you sure? We don’t even know if it will work.” The pink cat looked across at him, seemingly ages older and more rundown than he’d seen him just eight months ago.
“Everyone says the science checks out. And at least this way I can still make a difference.” The cat continued looking at him, but underneath the expression of defeat found only determination and reasonable fear; Kevin wasn’t going to change his mind.
“Then let’s get to work. Ah, and you won’t,” he pointed at the metal band hidden behind Kevin’s ears and hair, “be needing that anymore.”
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“Worldship Victini, in position.” It still felt weird to say, still felt strange to know that he was literally the only thing supporting the lives of the tens of thousands manning the flying behemoth that they called a worldship. It took three months to retrofit it, but here they were, deep in outer space, in formation with the twenty other ships, flying on nothing but the science and magic that they’d managed to stuff into the little body that he’d offered his consciousness to control. And now he was a Pokemon, some weird rabbit thing with wings sprouting from his butt. Nope, nope, don’t think about that. There were bigger things happening than his personal saga.
“About time, Victini.” He grimaced as Edward’s voice came to him through the comm link that he was psychically linked to. Edward, leading the charge against the Exarchs.
That should have been him… but it didn’t matter. At least Edward had eventually chosen Kevin’s plan instead of sticking to his own idiotic one. Politics.
“We’ve got contact!” Something wisped through the rip in the universe, and for a revolting second swirled about against the current of matter that was being pulled into the hole, before turning back in. Then there were a dozen of them, clear to see from the monitors that he could directly contact in a way that pure vision could never have given him. Then hundreds… they were swelling out of the hole now, a thousand strong ethereal souls bulging and writhing about as their conglomerate tried to squeeze through the tear in space. Something about it, the same way that it felt when watching those sickly ink-like beings back planetside, made him want to turn away in disgust and stop watching. He closed his eyes for a few moments, letting the feeling evaporate, but opened them again to resume his vigilance: the cameras inside the bridge told him that not everyone was able to watch even now, and he’d have to take over their slack. He couldn’t look away no matter how much he wanted to, not when a moment could spell the end of them. “Hold your fire! We’re just here to negotiate.”
Negotiate? Kevin could hear the radio squabble that signaled everyone’s confusion, felt it himself. Negotiate with these deadly creatures who wanted no more than to destroy everything?
But no one was moving to disobey yet, and so they let the thing pour from its crack, growing in size until it dwarfed their own ships. He looked on steadfastly, feeling the pressure of the thing, its horrible millions of voices imploring him to let the ship just die where it was, forcing him to curl up in some sort of fetal position of defeat, to accept their doom and just give up. It was a psionic attack unlike he’d ever felt before, but with determination he grit his new teeth together and slammed the door on those unwanted visitors. He could handle this, the whole ship depended on him.
But then they came through the radio. All the ships, the whole frequency range, the cameras from inside the ship’s hull, all the channels became flooded with it. What he thought he’d escaped was back, and as quickly as he could shut off communication channels, it was flooding new parts of the hardware until he had to just turn off the whole ships’ speakers. So much for any tactics they’d been planning on relaying over radio.
Then he felt the first shock and looked up at the thing dashed against Edward’s ship, it having only just raised shields soon enough to stop itself from being scattered amongst the stars as hurtling debris. Flashes from the ships around him signaled the launch of the first volley of anti-matter torpedoes, and he fed energy into the particle cannon to add his ship’s unique artillery to the mix. The battle was on.
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“You rewrote the fundamental laws of the universe, but you can’t put me back in my body.” Kevin looked as skeptical as a rabbit thing could, but the new Elder just shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Kevin, but I suppose you’re stuck as a legendary; it’s not…”
…
“…safe to keep him around until he gets himself under control. You do that, and something bad is going to happen; he hasn’t even grown into his powers, and already look at the mess he’s making of things! And no, outcasting him to space isn’t going to solve anything. He needs professional help.” The Celebi stared defiantly at the Elder until he shrugged.
“Are you suggesting Osmund’s?” Bit didn’t seem particularly impressed with the idea, but nor did he seem keen to disregard Alvin’s advice.
“Trust me, it’s for the best. Better that than he blows up that whole system where he’s locked himself away… which he is going to do if nothing is done about it.” Bit sighed, letting something other than robotic reasoning show on her visage, instead showing off just how little she wanted that for their little experiment. Alvin searched back in his memory to try to get what he was feeling, and finally finding it, scrunched up his face in sympathy. “Look, I know it’s our fault, but it’s what needs to be done. Osmund’s can’t be that bad.”
“Yes, fine, I’ll set it up. I’m sure you have better things to do?” Alvin nodded emphatically, and quickly flew off to find a pool somewhere. He tried to ignore the feeling of guilt that was trying hard to make him go back and rescind his advice.
Because yes, he was well aware that Osmund was that bad.
Personality:Kevin isn’t in Osmund’s because of anything that he did wrong. Coincidence just conspired against him, and now he’s a broken tool with too much power. So he’s not what you might expect of a typical patient in an insane asylum for berserk supers: he doesn’t have particularly-troublesome anger problems, there’s no rap sheet detailing hundreds of murders, and he’s all-around pretty normal! Well, as normal as someone with so many disorders can be…
Kevin’s one of those people who can’t stand to do nothing. Heck, when he was twelve he decided to go on a big adventure to defeat some make believe bad guys and become the champion of his region: and he did it! But then, instead of admitting “Well alright, that’s enough of that!” he went on to do it in four more regions! And then only stopped because the whole gym system was shut down when the infected started rampaging.
So obviously, not only does he need to keep busy, but if he does something, he’s going to do it until it’s done and done. Kevin’s not one of those people to half-bake something and call it a day, be that something a pie or be it saving the world or be it making a friend.
And when faced with the Trolley Dilemma, Kevin always insists that he’d save all six people.
Not that Kevin’s a shining example of all that’s right in the world. No, even he has his personality issues: some are described as disorders, but others are less well-defined. He takes failure too hard, and he cares a bit too much what others think of him. He’s likely to get angry if he thinks people are being stupid, and given how opinionated he is, he tends to think that a lot. At least he doesn’t normally have trouble controlling his anger and will mostly resort to spitting at you and yelling loudly.
But Kevin’s mostly a decent guy.
Sexual Orientation: Whatever the word would be for a non-gendered rabbit-like species that is attracted to female humans.
Fears:Hypnophobia: As a sufferer of both night terrors and sleep paralysis, Kevin dreads sleep and has taken to extreme measures to avoid it.
Scopophobia: Kevin has a specific subset of this fear: he only has trouble if one stares at him in an unblinking manner for too long.
The fear of dripping: Whether it’s water or (even worse if it’s) something oil-like, Kevin can’t stand to be near something that’s dripping. A trigger for his PTSD.
Capabilities:Per design, Kevin has an “endless” supply of energy, which he can easily (with just the touch of a hand and some application of will) transfer to others, whether they be living or specially-designed machinery. This energy accelerates healing in biological recipients as well as making them feel energized and banishing physical fatigue. It is unknown if Kevin actually has a maximum output, but if it exists, it’s unreasonably high: controlling and powering all of the systems on a worldship, including the energy weapons and shields, for days on end didn’t tap out his power, so it’s unlikely that anything will. Due to the experimental nature of the Victini design, no one knows what long-term effect this has, either, though the minds involved did shrug and say “Prolly bad” (in more scientific terms, of course) and the resident time traveler placed a hand on Kevin’s shoulder and said “Don’t overdo it.” Whatever that means.
His main form of offense seems to be the release of large sums of this energy, most-often in non-directed radial blasts, which cause an increase in the energy of the particles of those things surrounding him. While this might mean only an uncomfortable increase in temperature, it could also mean nearly-instantaneous disintegration as everything’s particles become excited to the point of becoming unglued.
Due to being a fire type and psychic type Pokemon, Kevin has access to “superhuman” powers in these fields, though nothing particularly amazing for other Pokemon of those types or even on par with the other legendaries. The red parts of Kevin’s fur can burst into flame, and he can ignite his own breath somewhat like a flamethrower. His psychic powers extend to powerful telepathy and telekinesis, strong enough to allow him to communicate and to float about and toss things at people and open door knobs.
The Victini design, borrowing from the high mental capacities of the legendaries who designed it, provides Kevin with, as he describes it “a faster processor.” He can slow down and speed up his perception of time much as one can change the clock on a PC’s processing unit, up to a ceiling and down to a floor. This has no effect on other’s perception of time and cannot allow him to undo anything from a previous time, but is helpful for those split-second moments when a lot must be processed or those dull hours when he’s sitting not sleeping while everyone else is enjoying their particular brand of nightmare.
The design also shares some other traits with the other legendaries, including extreme longevity (hypothetically, as no one is quiet sure how much expending so much energy will reduce Kevin's life span), the ability to survive in extremely-inhospitable environments (Kevin banished himself to the far reaches of outer space after his first outburst), the ability to become invisible, the ability to teleport (though this generally takes a long while to perfect, and Kevin [though he has been learning abnormally quickly, which is largely attributed to his previous experience with telepathy and with his nearly constant exposure to psychic Pokemon for a third of his life] is not to the point where he trusts his own abilities in this regard. He's measured his margin of error at an unacceptable 3-mile diameter, which is fine if you're just teleporting around outerspace, but not so fine if you're trying to target a room in a specific building, or something), and the ability to generate energy shields.
Miscellaneous:A Masterball was sent with Kevin, and has been required a few times to stop his rampages. It places him instantly in temporary stasis which is broken only upon external release, and has allowed his caretakers to safely bring him to places where his tantrums will cause less damage (or to transport him where he does not wish to go when he’s being ornery).
None of the designs to interface with Kevin’s energy-granting ability were passed along to the Asylum. Any inquiry into maybe getting some of the tech would result in a terse “No.”
OOC Notes: Full disclosure: many of the characters and situations described in this bio are from
this story. It's fantastic, you should go check it out. You won't find Victini mentioned anywhere or anyone named Kevin (if I remember correctly), but the whole series is still worth the read.
