SeerOfNone

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Vanth, Archon of Lightning

OOC: TL;DR of events in this Post

Sorry for the late post guys... work has been rough so I haven't been in the best state of mind to do justice to this glorious Archon in training. The basic flow events are as follows:

A Mortal's Slumber
-Escape Death, and guards
-Grieve for his Parents
-Given a Purpose and a Destiny
-Practice and perfect new powers

An Archon's Awakening
-Grief holds Vanth back from controlling his powers properly or moderately
-Plan to overthrow ruling class
-Scouting trip!
-Punish? The Corrupt Leaders
-A New Era... And Acceptance
Rift Walk.

A Mortal's Slumber

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Flight

Hey...
The voice echoed in Vanth's mind as he began registering the environment around him. A sharp intake of breath brought the scent of iron to his senses. No.. that's blood. His eyes snapped open. Blood, his mother's deathly alabaster hand; memories began to flood his mind, forcing Vanth to relive the events of the night before. They're... no… they can’t be… Yes, they are dead. Vanth knitted his eyebrows together as this foreign voice completed his thought.
"He-hello?" he looked around to see if someone was there.
Yes, hi, I hear you.
“Who are you-“
I’m sure you have plenty of questions, but for the time being you must leave this place. You have been here too long: those that murdered your parents are after you as I speak.
This voice’s logic made sense. Especially when the end of his sentence was followed up with a loud crash and the sound of heavy boots tromping over the fallen front door. It took all of his willpower, but Vanth pulled himself together, grabbed his discarded glove and pack, and dashed out the backdoor. Not a second after the spring-loaded backdoor swung back was there a gruff voice shouting commands to, “get that kid!” but he was already gone.

Grief and Purpose

High upon a rusting water tower, Vanth stared out at the world. The world he ruled by the rich and uncaring. The world that only hurt him. The world that hurt the ones he loved. The ones that were now dead. I know it hurts that they’re gone- Of course it hurts. It was my fault that they’re gone. Vanth shifted his gaze off to the side, to where a dried up tin paint was squatting. During his blind flight from the corrupt guardsmen, futile thoughts of plans to save his parents skittered though his mind. Up here, those revised plans filtered out with the warm polluted breeze.
I’m pretty sure that is smog. An indifferent shrug was Vanth’s only response.

Out of the corner of his vision, a small speck of bluish-purple light materialized from the dust of the tower’s catwalk. Lumps and bulges grew from the speck into a rather humanoid shape until it metamorphosed into that of a male in his 40s.

Something like this

Arcs of energy rippled across this crouching form as he continued to take on a well-rounded, yet lithe form, pure white orbs each with dark white circles to display virtual pupils. They stared at the same lonely paint bucket before turning to gaze up at Vanth. The same alto voice that spoke within his head emanated from this illusionary being before him.

All that is happening is for a reason, Vanth. Your parents raised you some, but because of this limiting environment you raised yourself as well to surpass the adversity presented to you. The apparition paused. Call it fate, call it chance, but you now have the power to prevent other individuals from suffering. Let’s take it easy for a bit and discover what you’re capable of. Another pause. I get it- this sucks. If it helps, I’ll train you to focus your power into protecting others.
Slowly, this information sunk in and Vanth turned his despair into a motivation. He stood and faced this ghost.
“Where do I start?”
By taking a step back. Aaand you’re falling. Lesson number one: find a way to not die from this fall.

Rift Walk

A few months later, Vanth had finally mastered the arts of wielding electricity to form a shield of shrapnel and effectively weaponize metal in the environment around him. Although it took much convincing, Virgo convinced Vanth that the remainder of his training would take place with other Archons in the pocket dimension where they would meet. Thus, Vanth took the first step, and left the realm he had spent the first two decades of his life.

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( i think this is a fun one, and i'm excited for the "chapters' (^.^) )
@Seerofnone I like your character :3

@MissJudas

Why, thank you! I really appreciate it.

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@Jersh I'm confused, who wrote the first one then??

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Yay it is 2016. Not only is it an even year, but also a multiple of 4.

Also, I am too tired to drive home so I am staying at my grandparents' house until the dawn of the new year.

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I thought we had something SPECIAL (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

@Jersh

Apparently it wasnt special ENOUGH (or there wasnt enough of it ;)_ )

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Vanth

Before the Heist

Another crummy day, another equally crummy job. The grenade factory he worked in was dimly lit, grimy, and littered with shrapnel from discarded parts- amongst other things. Like the floor, the eyes of the workers surrounding him were clouded with the despair the mind-numbing motions of their labor brought to them. Filling capsules with sharp lead that would one day rip through the flesh of another… Unlike his coworkers', Vanth's eyes were filled with electricity; his day was only going to get better. No longer would he have to work day in and day out at a sweatshop to pull in enough money to help his parents. He had gotten his hands on the last pieces of equipment to pull off his latest heist: a new pair of gloves and an unmarked crowbar. They were stashed between some of the boxes which were scheduled to ship out to the frontlines tomorrow. Without these tools, stealing that crystal his man inside the R&D building mentioned would be more of a pain than it had to be. All he had to do now was wait for the end of the day.

An Unusual Turn of Events

As the ragtag tide of workers were leaving the factory, a hooded figure slinked along the walls away from the crowd towards a large mound of crates ready to be shipped. Upon reaching his stashed gloves and crowbar Vanth slipped on the gloves, slung the bar into his pack, then turned on his heels towards the rooftop of the main factory building. From there, he navigated across several wooden planks which stretched from factory building to factory building until he reached the rooftop of the R&D department.

Reaching into his pack, Vanth pulled out a lock picking kit and unlocked a corroded metal door. A few flights of stairs later and he was close to the lab where the government's brightest were keeping his prize until their next batch of tests. However, something was off. He could feel energy in the air around him as he approached his quarry. There also weren't the normal amount of security cameras that sat in every ceiling corner of every other building he had broken into. No trip wires, no hidden redeye relays, nothing. Was he even in the right building? Vanth got his answer when he broke into the room where the gem was encased.

“That's it? This puny little thing?” He reached out and grabbed it, inadvertently triggered the alarm for that room. Amber and ruby emergency lights began flashing with klaxons blaring. None of this was here before?! What is going on?? By instinct Vanth dropped his prize into the pouch attached to the inside of his pants and rushed out of the room with crowbar in hand. The entirety of the lab had transformed in an instant. Dafuq is going on? Stout metallic lumps, the size of basket balls, were slinking along the floor towards him as he stepped out into the hall. He swung at one to no avail; his crowbar merely bounced off. After that, all of the lumps began glowing red, the temperature of the room increasing, and their metal sides liquidating to transform into searing tentacle-wielding cannons.

“Oh HELL no!” Vanth shouted at the tentacle cannons while batting away their jabs and dodging their small projectiles. He backpedaled down the hall he came from and back up to the roof top where the night sky was lit up with search lights, flying machines, and klaxons. He could still hear the cannons slinking up the stair well with their flexing metal limbs. You should probably hurry. They’re in danger. He dashed over his planks and made his way back home, weaving between dilapidated houses, construction sites, until he was sure they had lost his trail. Coming up ahead was the back door to the shack of the place he called home.

Unfortunately, that was when he heard several short blasts of a pistol and two thumps hit the floor. His parents. Panic struck his heart like a hammer and he sprung through the backdoor. Deep red blood was pooling around two tied up corpses of the couple that gave him life. At this he kneeled down next to his mother and held her lifeless hand. Something rustled from within the pouch in his pants. Full of remorse, he took his gloves off and reached into the pouch and blacked out upon touching its smooth surface.

You know, if you’d just touched me sooner, maybe we could have saved them. But here we are: the Archons of Lightning.

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I have three paragraphs already and it isn't close to where I want it to be.

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Name: Vanth
Age: 19
Archon of... Lightning (Electricity)
Archon weapon: replenishable metallic coins; thin, heavy metal scales
Appearance: roughly 5'8" in stature, lean muscular build with scars from skirmishes with the other delinquents.

Personality: Chaotic-Good; INFJ; Quiet by nature since word alone gets one killed.

Bio: Born to impoverished blue-collar workers, Vanth lives from a smog ridden, industrial land with an laboring population. As a young child, he understood the purpose of behind the factories and the products they created having been forced to work in some. The products, the factories, the very lives of the working class would all end in the same result: death. Factory accident related death. product related death, death from overworking, death from starvation… it was all he ever saw. Be it in the dark alleys behind the sweatshops, in the assembly lines at his “job”, or under the roof he was born beneath, death never truly remained out of sight or mind for long.
Vanth’s outlook on the world was pretty dark indeed.
Overtime, he learned the way to survive in this cruel world of his was to pick choose wisely and to always protect those that he cared for and helped him. Take from the rich; give to the poor; no one is guaranteed a tomorrow.

Special gear or equipment: His infiltration kit: lock picking kit, WIP handheld computer, a crowbar.

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I lay claim to lightning~