Re: Tacheonomicon
Name: Vylanos Black
Age: Three deca-cycles and four (34 years of age) since created, Four deca-cycles and seven (47 years of age) since project began
Race: Human (From planet Tiberius)
Sex: Male
Hair: Dirty blonde hair, mullet-style, usually drawn back with ponytail
Eyes: Blue with speckles of white
Weight: One hundred ninety pounds (190 lbs.)
Height: Five foot eleven (5'11")
Strengths: The more berserk of the two halves to the Gemini project. He, like Tacheon, is blessed with the power of Atrionic manipulation.
Weakness: Due to a critical error during the final phase of his creation, Vylanos' head is totally succeptible to any sort of trauma as a normal human's. That's the only part of him that can be really permanently damaged. Also, sometimes he is consumed by bloodlust and will rush into any conflict head-on without any concern with his safety whatsoever.
Skills/Magic: Atrionic manipulation, deductive reasoning, deception
Appearance: Standing at the height of five and ten, Vylanos Black is a more normal-looking person than his brother-- at first glance. Due to extensive scarring along his abdomen and lower back, his body is plastered with tattoos to cover them up. They don't only cover his lower half, however, and they practically darken his entire skin tone with the sheer amount.
His tattoos are of all sorts of different archetypical symbols, such as pentacles, athames, chalices, and wands, along with other, more modern symbols of war and ranking. He almost never leaves the privacy of his home without Aviator sunglasses covering his blue-and-white eyes, and a full-length black cloak covering up his black shirt and pants (with silver trim). He always carries with him a .44 Magnum and a katana (one of a matching set, his brother carrying the other).
Personality: Vylanos isn't a good person to meet in a dark alley. In fact, he's not much of a good person to meet at all. Sure, he's trustworthy if you're one of his few allies, but he's a ruthless killer and is called upon whenever someone needs to be destroyed with extreme prejudice. He likes to inflict pain, but will recieve with equal pleasure. He, unlike his brother, fears death rather than seeks for it.
Biography:
Vylanos Dimitrii Black, like his brother, in unaware of his origins. Women tell their children that he is a servant of death (or death Himself, depending on the location) to warn them from playing outside or talking to strangers. There is no one explanation of who he truly is, or where he comes from (other than planet Tiberius), and he loathes this fact. He travels far and wide, attempting not only to find his brother, but to learn the truth of his past.
Excerpt from the Protectors (although abridged and edited to give nothing away): 'Vylanos churned out fugue after fugue on the pipe organ in the citadel of Fort Tiberius, but still no inspiration came. Camilla worked tirelessly to be sure that every need of Vylanos' was met, but still no validation came. She loved him, and he knew it, but he had far too many things on his mind to worry about such trite matters. The Force Point in the depths of the fortress groaned anxiously, warning them constantly of the imminent danger that a siege would present. The fortress had not been kept in optimal condition, which would've been impossible to maintain anyhow seeing as how there were approximately two hundred people to run this small city.
Blood. Blood everywhere. Camilla noticed it after she had walked into Vylanos' room early one morning to fix his sheets and give him his breakfast. He couldn't have been coughing, as it wasn't near his mouth-- instead, it was radiating from the center of his sheets as though he was stabbed. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw what had caused it: every single scar on his body had broken into a gaping wound, essentially eviscerating him overnight. Vylanos looked into her eyes.
"The Force Point..." he muttered, his breathing labored.
"Yes?" She urged him, motioning with a free hand to continue, "What about it?"
"The power... is corrupted..." he groaned, and blood began to pour out of his mouth now. The entire fortress began to creak and moan as its foundations tore themselves apart, without any warning. The Force Point wailed over all else, a band of widows mourning their losses. Then, a flash of white, drowning out both sound and sight.
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Vylanos awoke and grasped desperately for his chest, attempting to stop the blood from coming... but none was there. His scars were as before, and he didn't have that metallic taste in his mouth. The maid in his room, stationed conveniently above the bar, was busying herself with dusting and picking up his trash. He rose to his feet, and at first he felt the base pedals of an organ-- but only for a moment. When he looked down, he saw only bare wooden floor. He looked the maid up and down, but thought better of harassing her. He went down to the bar, and hoped to God he could find a good fight.'
(sorry about the quality and relevance of the excerpt, not being able to give anything away really narrows down the selection variety-- and compromises the quality greatly.)
Allies: None
Enemies: Tacheon Alexander Black, anyone who crosses his path (and possibly Kartaikian Syriax Stormcloud)
Atrion: There is no such thing as nothing. Even at the smallest level, the space between atoms was occupied by something, a four-dimensional sheet of sub-matter known as Atrion. With several more months of practice, he was soon able to manipulate Atrion in such a way as to form anything he wanted as long as he knew the exact structure of it down to the chemical composition. He cannot form anything larger than a breadbox, although what he can make he does with such precision that he could use it for any task it is suited for. One of the products of Atrionic reactions is free energy, so no energy is lost during the reactions. He never gets exhausted.
Normally, the part of the brain that allows Atrionic manipulation is transferred into space for memory mere moments after birth. However, due to special adjustments to the genome thanks to the Gemini project, that part of the brain was never lost. Both he and his brother retain the ability to manipulate Atrion. The part of the brain needed for this delicate process lies in the back of the brain, and if it is disrupted at all the ability to manipulate Atrion is lost, essentially making them a normal person with nothing special about them (ergo, he loses that part of the brain, he's mortal and is killable with ease). Otherwise, and other part of the body, including the brain, regenerates rapidly until they either choose to stop the healing process, or they lose the ability to manipulate Atrion.