The Ark Prophecies: Emerald
Post by Cat on Mar 29, 2019 16:19:36 GMT
 The Basics; Your Username: Riss - Risselda Character Name: Diana Date Of Birth: Unknown Assigned Gender: Female Identifies as: Female Preferred Pronouns: She/ Her Age: Unknown Sexuality: Straight Appearance; Height: 5' 4" Weight: 115lbs Body Type: Athletic Skills; Diana has an incredible physical strength and can easily withstand living in harsh environments. She specializes in breeding and training the most fearsome of beasts, a skill gained from studying the hells she and Sephirot wrought under HIM. Where Sephirot would set the world ablaze, she would release the contagion to... change...things. Now she does it in a controlled and painless manner for her animal companions. Pros And Cons; PRO[+/-] Bond with Sephirot: The bond between her and Sephirot is mysterious, and one she does not understand fully. She is able to sense his general whereabouts and vague emotions. Both her and Sephirot have similar marks on their shoulders. It is through this mark that she can 'feel' him when he is not near. PRO[+/-] While Diana has been drained to but a sliver of her original strength, she is still incredibly powerful compared to your average soldier. She hits hard and can withstand harsh environments. PRO[+/-] Diana wholly and honestly believes she is a hero. Everything she does is with the best of intentions. CON[+/-] Diana wholly and honestly believes she is a hero. Everything she does is with the best of intentions. The thing is....she's actually an epicenter of chaos and destruction. CON[+/-] Diana will not run from any encounter. She is used to single-handedly bringing armies to their knees...and while it is unknown if she has just forgotten she lost but all her power, or if she is simply stubborn, she will not run from a fight. (low movement speed) CON[+/-] Rage. Diana is not easily angered by any means. If anything, she is a laid back mischief maker with an odd sense of humor. Few things push her to the edge, but if it happens, she enters a blinded rage, tunneling on her target. This makes her blinded to other threats. Pet; HE gave them a corrupted rock drake. HE laughed as he did so, as if there was some meaning behind it. The beast somehow survived the experiments, like she did. Sephirot, herself, and Ouroboros are a fierce team. The drake is highly intelligent, and was key in their escape from HIM. Upon arriving on the New World, Diana sensed being tracked by some unseen hunter. It wasn't hard baiting the fierce hunter out. The awkward juvenile rex clumsily pounced at her, falling face first into the mud. She laughed, putting her boot on its muzzle. A sad smile crept onto her face. A living rex. One that wasn't already perverted by corruption. She knelt down to the creature, offering it prime meat jerky as a reward for such a daring action. Taming the beast took several weeks. For several weeks she lived in the wilderness with the creature. When she returned, it was hers. And it grew. Often, she would look at the animal, curious about its off coloring. Why aren't there any other purple and black tyrannosaurs? History; She knelt on the cold stone floor. A stench of death hung in the air. She could feel HIS presence looming over her. “You have done well,” the voice was disembodied, the voice of a hundred beings in unison. “It is unfortunate I have another toy that has reached its limit. There will be no time for...further augmenting…,” a snicker, “...before your next mission.” A hundred years ago, she may have flinched. Augmenting. That’s what he called it. Poisoning her body, filling her with a pain so excruciating her will to live hung by a thread. Somehow, every time she survived it. It was almost a game for him now. How much more could she take? The same corruption that they used to finish re-origination, to hasten the decay of life, inside her. She stared straight ahead, unfaltering. Her expression unreadable. They had known about this mission. Studied it. They couldn’t let HIM know. Claws scraped the stone floor as a massive form drew closer to her. “Perhaps we have a little time before…,” she could hear the grotesque grin in his voice. The scrape of metal against stone. She swallowed hard as she felt the familiar tingle in her shoulder. It was all she could do to not steal a glance. A pause. The gargantuan creatures gaze shifted. “Preparations are made,” a masculine voice. “The apocalypse machine is ready.” Heavy footsteps confidently walked up behind her, passing her to stand directly in front of the beast. The clang of chains. She could see the blazing wings at the edges of her eyesight. “You have done….well,” a hint of disappointment in HIS voice, directed at the man. There would be no downtime before their next strike. -- - --- - -- - She adjusted her armor. Not like she needed it, she sneered. As she fastened her gauntlet, she stared at her arm. Grotesque. Covered in rotten scales, a faint glow underneath them. She balled up her hand, slamming a fist into the wall, shattering the stone. As her anger ebbed, the glow grew stronger. Her body shook with rage. She could not be HIS slave anymore. Would not. This had to work. She could not remember a life before this. The endless cycle. As a planet neared the end of its life, HE would send them. His Archangel and his Monster, the physical personification of his apocalypse. She had never known a real name. Just a number. The only of his experiments to survive past the first test. And more. Too many more. Test. More like torture, she thought to herself. Any life she had before, any identity she may have had, was buried in a century of recurring nightmares. The glow dimmed. How long had this game gone on? She remembered waking up, swimming in an augmentation pod. That was her first memory. Whether she was birthed from the machine, or was a mindless tool of destruction for countless years prior, she did not know. But she remembered his face. How he paused to look at her. The ache in her shoulder. The fiery wings. That was also the first time she felt alive, cognitive. She felt the poison coursing through her. Felt her own flesh decaying. He unplugged the machine. The first time he saved her, she thought with a smile. Shortly after, she was appointed to be part of the re-origination team. A two man team. HIS insurance policy in case the Archangel failed. She laughed quietly. The Archangel never failed. But she was grateful for the new position. For him. Absentmindedly, she ran a clawed hand over her shoulder. The corruption stopped right before the curious mark. The mark was somehow linked to the Archangel. She could feel when he was near. She had to stifle a laugh at how ridiculous it sounded. Whether they each suffered a similar attack, or they met in battle before either of them had any recollection of tangible memory, they were connected. She used to think often about what she was before waking up in that pod. She smiled, a rare reprieve from the eternal cyclic hell they lived and wrought. Now, she thought about tomorrow. ----- The end was here, skies turned crimson as earth shook and black foul smelling ichor started flooding out of the cracks in the ground.It covered the land, corrupting and twisting everything it touched. Animals and people that came into contact with it instantly became paralyzed, pure terror in their eyes as the liquid made its way up their bodies perverting them, turning them into disgusting caricatures of creatures they once were. The redheaded woman stood on top of mountain, her scale-covered hand held by a scarred hand of a being the foolish mortals would see as an angel, both bearing similar marks on their shoulders. They watched the events unveil with sick fascination. No matter how many times they witnessed it before the sheer horror and macabre of it all always amazed them. How many worlds did they see fall by now? Whenever HE got bored of toying with inhabitants of the world they would be summoned. Granting them small reprieve from endless torture and experiments. Order would be given. Order would be fulfilled. Tortures and experiments would resume. The never ending hundreds years long cycle. But maybe this time something would be different. A small flame of hope burned in both of them. While steering this world towards its destruction, putting all the puzzles in place, they discovered a small shrine in cavern. Inside the shrine they found several artifacts and a stone tablet, describing a ritual. A ritual very dangerous and with a high cost, but one that could give them freedom. Hope, was such an odd thing, none of them could remember experiencing it before. He looked away from all the horrors that transpired and turned towards her, his red glowing eyes looking with concern into her green ones. "Are you sure about this?" he asked "If it wont work, if HE finds out...." She smiled at him and nodded "We can’t go on like this! We have to try! There is no telling what he would do if he finds out about us!". She kissed him "We don't have much time, we have to hurry!" They climbed on Ouroboros their corrupt rock drake, HIS small gift for them and took off towards the red obelisk. They landed near the altar and quickly dismounted. They opened their bags and dug out the artifacts hastily placing them on the pedestal following the clues from the tablet. As last artifact was placed in place the shrine started to hum, they could feel energy being drawn, from land, from plants, the animals but most of all from both of them! They felt their strength leave them as the pedestal started to glow with white pulsating light. They held each other tightly and kissed as the light grew brighter and brighter, blinding them to the world around them, the world that was hastily becoming what could only be described as hell, the world that was hell for them long before. Finally the light faded out, X-117 and Archangel as well as their corrupt rock drake were nowhere to be seen. |