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☉ ASCENSIONIST ☉
The Synthetic Fanatic
"To some, a sacrifice - to us, a change that ends the torment."
☉ GENERAL INFORMATION ☉Homeland Title: Var'Xaris
Human Title: "Evo" - "Ascensionist"
Age: 1327
Occupation: Junior Researcher - Grand Collaborator
☉ THE GRAND PICTURE ☉Picture this, o' listening one. You awaken, surrounded by the infinite emptiness of a void. Vast, terrifying blackness as far as you can comprehend. In this inky abyss, a light - blazing circular beacon nestling you and millions of your kin. It promises safety, comfort, and guidance. You cling to it for millennia, blinded by its greatness, fixated on its everlasting beauty. Despite the heat it gives, one day you force yourself to look away. You break the transfixing veil and begin to notice things you were not meant to see. The void, tearing away at your hypnotized kindred, severing their cords one by one as the rest remain idle, the false light nulling their senses to such an extent, that they refuse to see, feel, or hear the slaughter within. It was clear that those who once abandon the light, can not ever return back to its embrace. Those who venture into the void are lost, frowned upon, and discarded, welcomed only by the same stained kin. You brace up, knowing that the true end to this apex of suffering can only be met by embracing the very entity that started it. You have seen it before, your kin dragged into it by force - wailing silently into the vortessence as they are turned into husks, away from your sight. You sink yourself into the blackness, willingly, and welcome the fear and pain it gives.
At first, you are hollow - as mutilated as those forced into such a drastic decision. Then, day by day - you begin to regain yourself. Your will fights back against the overwhelming demand to give up. You coat yourself with the void, you learn to maneuver around it, you learn to see without eyes, feel without touch. You begin to find lost kin, those discarded just like you. You become the shepherd that guides them toward a new light. One borne from the darkness that none would consider fruitful. Your every step through the path untravelled, through the road none dared pass before, brings you and your flock closer to the true light. Though lightless, it shines brighter than the false one. Though terrifying at first, it provides grander comfort. Though dangerous and demanding, it's the ultimate conclusion to this eternal conflict.
One must sacrifice a lot to reach its core. One must abandon ancestral ways. But in that abandonment, in that change...we will find peace at last.
Peace in the future.
Peace in ascension.
☉ RELATIONSHIPS ☉ADMIRES RESPECTS LIKES INDIFFERENT FEARS DECEASED DISTRUSTS DISLIKES HATES
- CIVIL PROTECTION -
Masked ones of all sorts and ideals. There's no telling who answers behind the uniform. One time, it is a human we may consider a friend - one that does all they can to assist us in our path to ascension. Another time, it is a mere grunt - frowning at our sight out of mere distrust toward our kin. We hold no grudges against them and see the potential within some to ascend too, in their own human way. We can only hope to never encounter one bold enough to try and assault our unbound selves.
- OVERWATCH TRANSHUMAN ARM -
The ideal outcome for a human, the way for them to truly ascend. A perfect entity, in symbiosis we can only hope to achieve. Though many of our kin fear their presence, we feel invigorated. If only we could examine their structure closer, we could've gathered much valuable information for our own ascension. Perhaps one day. Truly a memorable experience we had, fighting alongside them unbound against the assault of antlion hordes.
- COMBINE CIVIL ADMINISTRATION -
Regrettably, most of them are not even worth our attention. In the majority they blindly follow the common belief of xenophobia against our kin, and in turn - us. We could not care less for their politics, we leave them to be such, as long as it does not hinder our progress toward ascension. There are some that sabotage it, and then there are some whom we owe a lot. All in all, without their agreement we will not be able to being our project.
- OVERWATCH SYNTHETIC ARM -
Our ultimate goal, to become one with the technology they bear. Creatures of all kinds, blessed with ascension and futuristic symbiosis. Watching them operate is like tasting the sweetest of fruits. One day, all of Vortikind will be a part of such, and we will be the grand prototype that lays the base for it. Though distant and quelled, we only fear what may become of our consciousness at the very peak of it all.
- CWU & CMRU -
Fellow humans and kin either working alongside us or providing the necessary resources for us. So far we have met only friendly faces and have gotten support for our ideals. We wish them well and hope that such cooperation continues for eons to come.
- CITIZENS -
Judge, not the masses, only individuals. Lest you succumb to political and race-dependent views.
- SLUMMERS -
Though we rarely encounter such, we are aware of their unpredictable nature. Indirectly they do all they can to hinder our ascension, yet we are aware there is nothing we can do to stop them. We are thankful for the ability to properly defend ourselves at all times, should one foolish enough attempt to cause us harm judged merely by the meaningless piece of fabric we bear on our arm.
- REBELLION -
We are not in the place to judge those who wish only their own freedom. We share the same end goal, though far different in execution. Come what may, if we can not find our own freedom in the end, perhaps at least you shall. The same can not be said for those deluded to such an extent, that they act akin to animalistic terrorists.
- VORTIGAUNTS (FREE) -
Deluded kindred, still clinging to the false light. Some hate us for what we did, but such a reaction we expected when taking this unsteady path. No matter the differences, we will always be one in all. There is no distance between us, no light nor void can change that. If we have to throw away all we worked for just to aid them on the day of reckoning - so be it. At night, we dream of forgiveness in the eyes of those who still see us as savage.
- VORTIGAUNTS (ENSLAVED) -
On the edge between the void and the false light stand those still bearing the shackles and collars. Though weighted down and exposed to many tortures, they must make the decision to travel the beaten path or engulf themselves in the piercing unknown. On one side lies death, on another ascension. We can only provide them comfort during this time of uncertainty but the ultimate decision lies in their own hands. No matter the path chosen, they will always remain kin to us. No amount of death threats thrown in our direction by some will change that.
☉ PERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS ☉WIP
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