Lux
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There is a tale.. A tale of a boy, forsaken in memory. He inherited nothing from the gods above, wrenching family from his fingertips. carrying but the weight of abandonment on his shoulders. Bitter gods, restless in their domain..Casted their eyes on the boy, and sent a herald to chastise him. The boy knew nothing of his supposed trangessions..So, every prayer, every cry, every fractured scream was left ignored by the gods..Their messenger reshaped him, bending his form out of natural proportion. The scraps of huamnity were shed, and what slithered out was a judge, a judge of the gods..An instrument of retribution.
The judge, the jury and the executioner, The unfairness of the gods repulsed him, and in his exalted position, he chose to rise against them..
LUX
disoriented • witted • astute
likes...
- vengeance
- dogs
- free will
- the concept of memory
dislikes...
- the timebound..
- losing yourself to madness
- chaos
- the gods
DESIGN NOTES
PERCEPTIVE, AREN'T WE?
- Lux, despite his spurned reputation, is not the fevered beast the gods consigned him to be. For he, from the moment of his arrival into this world, was fated to align with conceived divinity.
- The ostenatious persona known as Lux is a diaphonous draped over a weeping soul. Beneath the costume is the archived core of his identity, the one true to the essence of his being. "Vel Blanco", as the gods once named him, was the boy they stripped of grace.
- Arrayed against him was the gods' herald, the timebound, who loosed him from his shackles mercilessly, through the act of judgement, it sealed the boys fate..
- His most precious companion, his dog Berkely, passed away in an untimely demise. It sent him into a spiralling fervor.
- Reality distorted him into a ferocious monster, one that howled to the gods ruthlessly, so long his throat bled and the gods ignored him...
- The day Vel Blanco died.
NOSY FOX..
- Lux dismantles the mind of his victims with measured dictation, uttering interdicted truths until they fall into the chasm of mania. He receives them through practiced warmth, a bar poised at the edge of the universe. Only to set his plan into motion..
- Lux worships the cycle of stars, how their brilliance from afar is a spectacle to behold, and how quickly they perish..A stars brightest moments, are often the toiling bells of its extinction..He finds himself kindred to them...
- The pitiable Lux, mourns his dog every single moment of his insufferable life.
- He dares not to confess this, but his celestial husk is rotting..
- One day, he prays that he will be claimed by someone, or something..And so his suffering will end.
- But the gods, scripted him with eternity....
APPEARENCES
The herald peers into the abyss.
Festering hatred dictactes his agency, and revenge stirs in him like boiling water. A rapid and insatiable urge to right the wrong of his fate, and smite the one who wrote his undoing.
He would haunt the pesky timebound, and tamper with his livelihood, wrenching everything precious from him until they both stood at the threshold to isolation.
Undeniable truth laced with venom.
"And so the abyss stares back at us, what is left for two rotten shells when it takes everything we love...?"
"How do we prevent unavoidable plague? How do we make it better?"
ABILITIES
Lux hones the ability to inbue forbidden secrets into broken minds. When knowledge ceases to enlighten, and becomes an instrument of insanity.
Lux operates out of time, he passes through reality without detection from divinity, thereby making him invisible. The danger of this is his concealment when vandalizing the story of another.
His vengeful soul comes at a heavy cost, while he may distort reality to his will, it ails his body..Yet he abuses this regardless of blight.
"You will be rewritten by my hand...You wilted gods."
WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER?
- "Pitiful, isn't it. Death is not yours to hold yet you desperately reap your sanity for its mercy..Lord of time, your perverse comfort in believing you shall not be tainted by death is juvenile...I will show you what the god's made of you."
- "What are you saying...That I caused your undoing...? No, I would never be such a monster...No monster such as THAT! With rending claws and gnashing fangs.."
- "You aquired my assistance and it comes at a grave bargain, to see the very end of one's life is intoxicating..."
- "Please...Please, do not take him, take me. He is the only thing I have left in this world, I beg of you!! Somebody please HEAR ME!!"
- "The celestials, those rapacious gods are meaningless when power is scaled by who asserts themselves FIRST."
- "Destroy me...Gods, I will not go on.."
You were the messenger the god's sent the boy, and now that boy is dead because of you, you were supposed to be his saviour...Wretched drone.
You find the blistering hate of a united soul, and siphon the resources of ire until there is nothing more than a shallow husk..
Squandered were the old gods' senses, you gouged out his eyes and blundered his ears. He could no longer see his artistry or hear his song. You shackled his majesty and propped him up as a statement to all those watching: "I endure your punishments, gods, watch as your paradigm falls."
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