A.N.I.M.A

[Sinister]

"Our right to play god is written in blood."

~Dante S. Delvont.

Prologue-An optional read:

Spoiler:

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From the beginning existence a futile waste. Countless having unwaveringly assumed, what arrogance of Atheism only to scorn benevolence with untimely truth. Assumption beyond understanding, indulgent passiveness, twisted, a reform descend into abyss to further ravish means beyond expectation. Had not one of vast prestige thought out noble terms by which earthly turmoil tested? Before inquiry a knight to be judged, halted the path by which many men, women, and children alike could make a mends? Youthful in times lapsed, yes lives had been taken. As many before he, the taste of power proved overbearing, bitter sweet remorse stripped from bound emotions. Neurons no longer so much a stimulant as something scorned into the most basic of needs. “Lord, dearest god what have I done? In my distraught I have fled your guiding arms. Now only anger and apathy fill my tainted heart. I’ll soon be gone lord, and one can only beg forgiveness.” Bold yet soothing monotone spoken before vampirism had guided such soul into a faint glimpse of the abyss. So much his story grasped, for now we call him sin. Escaping without choice the pure man blessed of kinder spirit fade. All which remained a nightly feeder, everlasting thirst filled the parched soul. Not so simple a common thirst, but instead a sensation of adequately placed needles upon the flesh, churned and warped into muscular joints.

It was no simple thirst, he needed, he ‘must’ have his fill to consume a constant source only drawing into the rebirth of the next night. For what was it to him? Allow an exert of the past. “For what am I but the humble solution? These vile creatures roam the land, overpopulating and only consuming. I am the humble servant, for without my patronage upon these vile mistakes of god a link in life’s chain shall fade. Their influence corrupting existence, mother Gaia would surely die of heartbreak.” Over and over such words shall be repeated. Night after night, decade to century, for constant years it drilled into his intelligence. Nothing more than a petty excuse for thousands slaughtered. Feed yes, but the insanity decaying the mind into a psychopathic nature. For with years passed the hate boiled forth, spewing from every pore, from his very essence the need to make them suffer. Joyous in a swift gash of the larynx, how it pleased his entity to watch them suffer, choking for words never to come and oxygen never given. Such vanity in his work could bring opinion of the monster whom sought the end of given life in glamorous purity. But gifts bestowed upon him as any other must come to an end. Much as the diligence of a life worth having, this alike could not forever last.

Possibility now assured had now sprung into effect. Was the veins being drenched by the curse of lust and vanity torn away by his own kind? Hardly despite greatest improbability, the drifting shadow had managed complete isolation for the most part. So forth no mortal would halt such bias and anger veiled into an almost demonic source, no. Alone always, thy way decided had been set in stone, and thus the way it would end. Mythological form warped in the common of night, acute senses picking up on the sunlight soon to come. Standing upon the tallest perch Durem had to offer he would remain silent, only thought passing now. Silk strands of silver hair, scruffy yet thin swayed to and fro, complimenting the cloak of raven black by the gusting winds howling away at the night. Blood red hues gazed deeply into the sky. So long since he had taken glance upon the sun. one had lost sight as memory warped over the years. A summer night, six A.M, and the horizon had now drifted into glow. His body quivered in fearsome anxiousness. “Mistake of god, my dearest god? My tainted heart, the broken heart?” Very words of insanity had refurbished faint memories of simple choice of a man who never ceased to question reality. Time had ceased to exist, by time senses recalled action into question it would be far too late for the sun had now made appearance. Spectacle of light streamed across the entirety of the realm, burning away at the abyssal's flesh. Body peeling away into vast of crimson embers, alone broken down a true entity into simple debris. By physical spectrum Dante ceased to further exist among the material plane. Alone may one now have what those call eternal rest…or so the story goes...
((The First Ascension, Dante S. Delvont, In school suspension, 2005.))

Index & introduction:
I: Basic information
II: Appearence
III: Features
IV: Characteristics
V: Traits
VI: Abilities
VII: Proficiencies
VIII: Equipment
IX: Currently equipped
X: Biography






General information:


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Screen Name: Sinister

Names:
-? ?. Delvont
-Anima

Alias: Currently none

Race:
-Primary
Ascended humanoid
-Secondary
symbiotic parasite
-Class: ????
-Class: Brawler
-Sub: ????

Alignment: Neutral chaotic

Age // D.O.B: ? // ??/??/????

Appears // Factual: Mid-twenties // Old

Zodiac Sign: Mountain

Place of residence: None

Current occupation: None

Family:
-Mother: Aichina Reign. Delvont
-Father: Dante Sirius. Delvont
-Bothers: ????
-Sisters: ????
-Cousins: ????
-Grandparents: ????

Known relationships: lol

Known enemies: Currently none

Known rivalries: Currently none

Known bounties: Currently none

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Physical appearence & dimensions:


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Height: 6'2"

Weight // Build: 103 kg. 13% body fat // Defined

Hair color // Style: Entirely silver // Messy, right set bob

Head // Face: Oval // Defined

Eye color // Shape: Blue // Prominent

Cheeks // Jawline: Thin // Oval, concave

Lips // shape: Pale // Thin

Pigmentation // Complexion: Caucasian // Smooth

Dimensions: ((Eventually))

Referance pics: ((Art coming soon))

Example description:
Standing at six foot two, one hundred three kilograms, Anima Delvont is the portrait of a hell bred gladiator.
War bred pupils meld with a translucent black cornea eclipsing the center of the white scleras. Each prominent
ocular indulging presumption in expressed apathy as they pierce through the thin chin length silver bangs at
whatever sparks interest. Unlike his full head of hair each thin eyebrow topping these eyes, lashes, body hair,
and the stubble frequently consuming the area around his thin lips is black in color. First glance often expresses
something not unlike human in nature, infinitely deceiving in how he stands in grand posture with never so much
a scar attempt residence among the form best described as a sculpture.
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Secondary features:


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Scars: None

Tattoos: None yet

Piercings: None yet

Cologne: None yet

Current wounds: Coming soon

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Personal characteristics:


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Accent // Dialect: English // Unknown

Tone // Pitch: Smooth monotone // Low

Personality types:
I.N.T.P, D.I.D.
[introverted, intuitive, thinking, and perceiving]
[Dissociative identity disorder]
((Examples eventually))

Preferred interests:
-Majority of the everyday sins you would expect from the average human heterosexual male of his portrayed age.

-Any form of physical or verbal altercation. As a hive puppet of the A.N.I.M.A construct his first and foremast goal
is learning everything possible .

-Before relocation his daily ritual consisted of meditative and physical training when not wandering the vast planet,
indulging observation for the A.N.I.M.A construct, and himself.

-More as time goes on.

Dislikes:
-Delvont has always had a somewhat savage distaste for most any projectile weaponry, maintaining a firm belief such
weapons express a clear level of cowardice.

-People whom feel the need to spew, spit, or speak in increasingly quicker intervals generally annoy him.

-More as time goes on.

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Traits:


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I have ascended:
Whatever humanity left of him is now a masterpieced illusion of developed beyond human physical traits, orchestrated accordingly
for purpose of knowledge, and combat among the planes of the living. He does not require breath, nor does he require nourishment,
a body that thrives self sustained nutrients from drawn in ambient energy. In accordance he presents a natural plethora of heightened
abilities including but not limited to the following:

I see what I please: [Unlocked]
-Given the symbiotic nature of A.D. the eclipsed pupil and retina will fade into a white contrast when required.
In this occurrence the following duration of time is spent blind, relying on a grand diameter of unalterable
extended perception. This sixth sense provides the ability to perceive everything around him in a spectrum
of physical dimensions and shapes for one mile. While protecting the pawn from blinding or mentally attempted
techniques; and able to perceive the presence of manipulated energies, does nothing in terms of seeing through tricks or traps.
[Psych: 20%] [Time: Instant] [Type: Uncontrolled] [Duration: Indefinite]

I hear what I choose: [Unlocked]
While his physical hearing is in no way beyond the human spectrum, sounds deemed dangerous to the ear
drums will be kinetically shielded as often as required from the waves, at a cost.
[Kinetic: 5%] [Time: Instant] [Type: Uncontrolled] [Duration: Till safe]

I speak without speaking: [Locked]
-Valucre is a world so similar yet different, and until he has adapted psionic links have been severed.
[Psych: ??] [Time: Instant] [Type: Controlled] [Duration: Indefinite]

I am carved of a image set in stone: [Locked for obvious reasons.]

[Type: Natural]

And despite all this my mind is not my own:
Delvont may act completely human, may indulge in festive activity, share emotion, and all that you can perceive of a
man living out his life, but it is just a hoax. Sadly this life is not his own but the manifested replication of a former shell,
completely and unquestioningly manipulated by the strings of a symbiotic like life form deemed 'After Death or A.D for short.'
After Death is a conscious, kinetic, parasitic, planar entity. The term coined by the way it goes about replicating within organic material,
and reanimating tissue in an almost necromorph like fashion through the use of: spiritual, kinetic, and psionic potential. Once
a sufficient vessel rather infected or reanimated is in place these infinite micro-organisms can be found swarming freely through
the internal workings of the physical host while maintaining the body by any means.
[Psych: 0-100%] [Kinetic: 0-100%] [Time: Varies] [Type: Uncontrolled] [Duration: Indefinite]

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Abilities:


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As time progresses I'll come up with something.
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Proficiencies:

Spoiler:

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Scale:
xX-IIIII
-Below X
-Average I
-Proficient II
-Exceptional III
-Extraordinary IIII
-Simply sinister IIIII

Attributes:
-Luck I
-Will IIIII
-Stamina II
-Charisma II
-Wisdom III
-Strength IIII
-Dexterity IIIII
-Perception III
-Constitution IIII
-Intelligence II-IIIII

Occupational:
-Business I
-Security III
-Mercenary III
-Espionage IIIII

Combat:
-Ground: I
-Distance II
-Weapon III
-Close range IIII
-Metaphysical III

Weapon:
-Guns X-I
-Clubs II
-Knives III
-Bows II
-Spears II
-Swords III
-Knuckles II
-Whips II

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Equipment roster:

Spoiler:

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Attires-Casual:

Attires-Defensive:

Armaments:

Additional:

((Currently nothing:))

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Currently equipped:


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Attires-Casual:

Attires-Defensive:

Armaments:

Additional:

((Currently nothing:))

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Biography & credits:

Spoiler:

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Unnatural Birth Upon Valucre:
-Location:
Haunted glen

-Date:
????

-It began on a night comparable by any other, blanketed in the perpetual darkness a light sparked, and another story began. Like any other night the howling winds beckoned over trees, the height of the forest rustling viciously as leaves danced, letting any possible light attempt perforating through this void cloak. Strange audio pitches aimlessly seemed to reverberate as if calling from another world. Any possible hint of light punctured near the forest floor found often flickering of shadowed abstracts when not playing games with fragile minds. In a place where things crawled, snakes slithered, owls shattered silence, and darkness rained supreme a name such as the Haunted glen demanded all but lack of respect.

Majority of the passing time spent with the natural order of the forest while creatures of the night went about the consumption of smaller counterparts. Upon one of infinite branches near the forests edge audio pitches seemed most prominent, and light illuminated over the smallest of these as if poised in this particular spot, for some particular purpose in the way it remain idle from any other source of light. For moments this reasoning seemed flawed, minutes past, nothing as denial grew. That was until the branch lightly trembled but once, seconds past before the next. Pace lightly grew while each following shake remained of a almost synchronized, sluggish flow. Puncturing into the light a small arachnid leg systematically brushed in symmetrical black hairs. It danced a slow crawl into the light, pausing in it's hunt before nights end. Each wire shaped leg pricked up before sprawling out over the inches of thick the branch provided, each fang sliding above and below the moist, jet black counterpart. It lay in wait as it catches the sound of flapping wings just feet away.

Several paces from this branch something rests upon a flat rock half sunk into the soil. Perched upon the surface two emerald orbs blinking in and out of reality. Slender black tongue hissed into the air repeatedly, giving way of the obvious snake. Spear shaped head ascended from rest, sensing the spider in the distance before slowly beginning sway off the stone. Appeared the spider awaited an insect, snake approached the spider, and ultimately a clear trifecta was in play. Masterful assassin closed his distance under the branch without another sound, avoiding acknowledgment as the numerous eyed overseer stood upon it awaiting dinner. Perhaps the light piercing down in this flourished spot was in fact here for a purpose.

Snake's neck curled silently back...

Spider's fangs swiftly lifted...

One Ivory white wing flickered across the light...?

Event began unfolding instantaneously. Fangs of the spider lunged savagely down into the subtle oak of the tree! Piercing into the soft bits of park, began mauling at the wood, splintering off portions small enough so they may crumble. Pieces crumbled before it began vomiting an acid like substance. This substance dripped it's gel like translucence over the particles, slowly causing liquidation of the substance that the spider could then ingest. Snake lashed upward jetting body instantly off the ground, mouth springing open, but not for the spider. Leap threw it past the branch, exploding like a missile towards the fluttering wing! Whatever possessed such abilities of flight quickly reacting, floating backwards before a instant rightward arc. Quickly the snake was proven outmatched! As it's speared head crashed across this beam of light a small pair of clawed ebony hands reached from this arc, sinking curved nailed deeply into the neck of the snake. "Scraaa!" The fluttering nymph hissed while tearing the snaked from it's trajectory, babying it into the leaves of the trees to feed. Such is the reality not our own...Silence followed...Then..."Welcome!" Audio pitch before pitches bled from multiple monotone, inhumanly malevolent voices. "Welcome, welcome." By then flickering shadows seemed lacking from previous, but the voices, they only increased. A giggle before, "Run!" Young and feminine as it faded from existence before more. "Welcome, Welcome, welcome." Volume increased as they became more and more systematic until..."


"Welcome welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome,
welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome welcome welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome,
welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome welcome welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome,
welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome welcome welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome,
welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome welcome welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, run!"
((Insert obnoxious fairy here.))

Voices fainted...

The most faint of sparks, a passing breeze, and then...

Ground reminded why not meant for the likes of his kind as a diametric wave of fathomed kinetic force followed neck and neck with the wavering sonic blast. Soil buckled inches downward, cracking appropriately as they crashed in a outward pattern, quickly fathoming the form of a crater. Branch cracked off before swinging wildly against the tree, a large construct fathoming from the ectoplasm in the area. The shape proceeded a patterned pulsation similar of a heartbeat as it slowly began illuminating upon drawing in ambient energy throughout the forest, finally dampening into a jet black color as the minutes passed. From the liquid appearing base of this abstract two legs dripped in descent until plaguing the surface of this planet with his presence. Completely still for one brief moment then buckling, the six foot two harbinger of war spilling on knees and hands against Gaia like soil.

Credit and ownership:
Sinister
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[Sinister]

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