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BASIC INFORMATION
Name: The Darkling (Aleksander Morozova)
Canon: The Grisha Trilogy
Age: States 120+ years. Vastly older.
Bio: The Darkling is from a Tsarpunk-inspired country called "Ravka", a garrison state full of soldiers and military leaders that specialize in violence. As the general of Ravka's Second Army - a division compose entirely of Grisha (practitioners of a magical art known as "the Small Science"), he assisted in maintaining Ravka's defenses against a three-front enemy: the northern territory of Fjerda, the southern territory of Shu Han, and the steady, unnatural presence of a magical tear in reality called "the Unsea". He has surreptitiously lead the Second Army for numerous centuries, through a combination of faked deaths and shapeshifting, biding his time while seeking to create a world where Grisha, like him, could live safely.
Centuries prior to his rise to power, he was boy and lived a nomad's life with his mother, traveling a world that was unkind to Grisha - thought of, even to the present day, as heathen witches that would be burned on the pyre, dissected as science experiments or enslaved by armies. Growing up in this world under the mentorship of his protective, but emotionally-distant, mother, who was a Darkling-type Grisha like him, meant that he was taught to embrace his power, to pride himself for his rarity and defend his heart. As a result, he grew up isolated, without peers, friends or humility.
During his youth, he began to aspire to create a safe world for the Grisha, and his first attempt at subjugating his enemies lead to the creation of the Unsea - a dark fold of non-reality from which monsters-that-were-men were born and now roam. The Unsea divides Ravka's people from trading ports in the west, and crossings are dangerous - often fatal. After unleashing this abomination on the world, he lapsed into years and years of identity-shifting, passing himself off as the "former" Darkling's successor throughout countless centuries.
The most recent event in his history includes the suicide of his mother, marring his otherwise obscenely-composed psyche with grief. While his ultimate goal is just, in theory, his methods for attaining it are cruel and he does not trust the world that he wants to create unless he is in power as the ruler of that world. He is masterfully manipulative, capable of pantomiming empathy and preying on their vulnerabilities in subtle ways, and with great charisma.app here!
SYMBIOTE INFORMATION
RHO - Darkness Solidification
Expanding on his pre-existing ability to manipulate darkness, by being able to solidify that two-dimensional darkness to interact with the three-dimensional world. The shadows would take on a singular shape (hands) and he wouldn't be able to use them as an additional offensive skill - more as an assistive skill.
Negative effects of this power, of course, include the level of stress it causes him to extend his reach, typically caused by the relative mass of the object he is attempting to manipulate and the focus it requires him to have, in making his shadows solid enough to support such an item. Inanimate objects that don't move would be easier than lifting an animate person, as lifting silverware would be preferable to heavy armchairs. If he were to overtax his ability (through duration or because he attempted to do more than he was able to), he would be subject to migraine, exhaustion - to the point of unconsciousness, and potential hemorrhage, as the strain placed on his mind would be greater than he could handle.( rank i. ) - Manifesting three-dimensional shadows in the form of spindly little limbs/hands to lift small, stationary objects - such as toothbrushes, silverware, writing utensils, swiss army knives. No fine motor skills, just a lot of pushing and dragging. Must be within two feet of the object in question.
( rank ii. ) - Moving larger objects, such as armchairs and bookshelves. Fine motor control has improved to the point where he could turn the pages of a book with ease, skillfully manipulate cutlery, fold clothes, etc. Shadows are now able to solidify to the point where they could remain suspended from two-dimensional surfaces for upwards of a minute, but are still be returned to their prior state if a light source is brought close to them. Must be within four to five feet of whatever it is he wants to manipulate.
( rank iii. ) - Inanimate objects of great size can be manipulated with ease, and the hands possess the strength to rip items from fasteners (ie. a sink from the wall). Fine motor skills are nigh-impeccable - capable of penning an autobiography with pristine handwriting, or performing vital surgery. The shadows act as additional limbs, are be resistant to light - but not immune, and will return to two-dimensional status if exposed to light for more than twenty seconds. Must be within six to eight feet.
BROOD: GACRUXClint Barton - | cognitived
Bellamy Blake - | Takashi Shirogane - | Rey - |Bruce Wayne - |
BROOD PERMISSIONS
The Darkling has had years to discipline himself and his mind, and as such, he's pretty much the emotional equivalent of a black hole. However! Things his brood would experience are the sensations of: timelessness, a life long lived. Namelessness, Do not let anyone read your heart, a true name, long forgotten. Legends of sorcerers, witches, demons in forests. I'm going to die here. They'll wear my bones. Vast pyres made of burning bodies. Darkness; thick, lively, pooling between fingers. Immense, unique power, and no one to understand its siren call. The dead, empty space between stars. A wasteland heart. Deep, endless loneliness. A young woman with white hair, light pouring from her hands. Vicious love for one's country, driving one to madness. A set of journals, battered and well-read, as if by shaking, angry-desperate hands. Like calls to like. Perverse monsters, born of darkness and disorder within the world and their birth at his hand (there is joy in such power!). The sensation of dying, blood pouring from his nose, organs failing, pain and more pain. Exhaustion; sleepless nights, endless hours of work and leadership. A woman, old and blind, falling before his eyes, her blood on the mountainside. In her voice: Abomination.
NEST PERMISSIONS
All of these things, though they're harder to reach. The most recent sensation of grief and anger, at the loss of his mother. An ageless hunger and extremely deep ambition to create a safe haven, even though he's aware many will die for his dream. There are elegant balls in luxurious rooms and festivals of light and buttery treats. There is a war room - full of maps and battle strategy; there are battlefields, thick with the dead and dying. Ranks and files of soldiers, armored and clad in colors. Hands that summon storms and flame. Hands that crush hearts and patch wounds. Hands that mold steel and glass and poison. Images, for hosts that are more visually-minded.
PERMISSIONS
Physical Affection: He avoids skin-to-skin contact! See: he's an amplifier.
Physical Violence: Constantly ready for it and ready to dish it out.
Romance/Relationships: ABORT.
Thread-jacking: I'd prefer a head's up, thx.
Back-tagging: Always.
Fourth-walling: Okay, but w/in reason?? He won't take kindly to it.
Offensive Subjects/Triggers: None! I'm cool enough for school.
Anything Else? Questions, concerns? PM or PP me. Want to discuss something in particular, let me know!
[PAX] • FORZARE @ PLURK
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i'll just let u know when touch is Not Good i guess
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We already talked about most of it, namely that the latter will heck her up. BUT just to put it here, in that, the whole thing where it'll definitely need to be an Outdoor Activity, or be very focused, because of that whole "sirens are nuclear meltdowns waiting to happen" when they have enough power, so!!
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