Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
He didn't feel fear, but he felt concern. A reminder of his limits. What he faced now he couldn't face alone, and he was certainly alone. What he needed to do...he couldn't do if he was dead. He could hear the injuries as if they spoke. People were getting stabbed and slashed. Those he thought he could save suddenly went out like damp candles.
Lucas took a breath and a chance; he dashed to the side and opposite of where he was called to, deciding that he had a better chance of getting there via detour. He knew to run while he could still run. Surely he could move faster than the deceased.
Lucas looked again to the danger ahead. He was suddenly more aware of the screams around him, the shouts, the insanity--there were some sounds of battle, unfamiliar yet clear; sounds of rushing and desperation; everything rumbled in the back of his mind...but in the forefront was that compulsion, directing him like a magnetic pull toward where he knew there to be both danger and damage. There was crying. He could hear the crying, though not through his ears. It was like a strange echo bouncing around ethereal walls.
He pivoted and began to step away--but was stopped. He looked quickly to the woman he had completely forgotten was even with him, his priorities having been reset. He stared at her as she spoke. He didn't fight against her, he didn't tear himself from her grip...he just listened. But he couldn't understand her. He had just spoken to her in French, and this language was her response, indicating that she probably hadn't understood him, either. He looked back over his shoulder and around. Standing here was dangerous. And he was needed--
"Je ne te comprends pas," he said, looking a her with confusion and shaking his head. He even tried gesturing around his ears. Whatever she was saying, surely it wasn't more important than what he was here to do. Ah...stop, she was saying. Why? Stop why?
The rattling sound of bones drew his attention again and Lucas spun to look at the ten skeletons nearby. He tensed. His emotions tore--he wasn't frightened, he wouldn't run away, but what good could he do if he took too much unnecessary damage?
Hitomi Jabami kept talking. He heard her gibberish, glancing at her briefly, both frustrated and startled by how she insisted on speaking. He looked away from her again.
"Je n'ai pas peur," he said quietly. He pressed both of his hands to the side of his head, feeling the urge to move now in multiple directions. There was more pain. There was more injury. So many civilians, so many sudden drops in the sensation...how many were dying? He had to save them before it came to that.
And then, before he knew it, she had run off. He opened his eyes to watch her disappearing ahead of him into the crowd of danger. His knew that it was a terrible idea, but also knew her to be armed. She didn't need him. Besides, there was something about her that instilled in him a bit more confidence regarding her survival. If she needed him, however, he would be back.
Lucas frowned and turned away, rushing in the direction that called for him the most. He swallowed back the pain in his ribs at his quick movements. He was focused, but wasn't paying attention. It was divine luck that kept him from being cut down as he moved. He did gasp out loudly at the nearby sound of RAKUTSU HAYASA 's gunshots, but they only slowed him down for a moment. He had found his first injured civilian, her cries going ignored as she lay on the ground, bleeding from a slash wound on the leg. He dropped to her side and began trying to speak words of comfort, though he knew there was only one thing that could give her any at all.
Without hesitation, without looking around or preparing himself, Lucas covered her open wound with both of his hands. It wouldn't take him too long. Details unknown to him, regular civilians had no magical resistance. His vision began to blur and he struggled against the feeling of fear and desperation the woman was giving to him. Dizziness. Weakness. It was difficult to keep a grip, but after a short moment, everything was reset. The open wound was gone, the blood on Lucas' hands the only evidence that it had been there at all. For now.
He helped the woman to her feet and encouraged her to find any form of shelter, and she ran off without thanks or questions. Lucas gave it no thought. Instead he felt another pull and he turned, contemplating his next actions as two skeletons stood between himself and where he was meant to go. Should he grab a weapon? Should he put faith in luck and the unknown?
tldr:Hitomi Jabami turned her back, so he ran off ofc. wound up close enough to RAKUTSU HAYASA to hear the gunshots. healed a random civvie because that's why he's here. is being cornered by 2 skeletons. spoiler alert, will soon develop the same open leg wound he just healed. will need a piggyback ride later.
It was almost as though he had been in a trance. His mind and body had been prepared to accept the consequence of the blade recklessly and without hesitation. He would have surely died...which, despite his purpose, would have helped nobody. This uninvited courage had never presented itself in this way before. As a result Lucas felt incredibly uneasy--if his soul was so prepared to battle despite its not being equipped, just how terrible was Chaos? His longing to assist felt stronger than ever.
It was Hitomi Jabami 's interference that brought Lucas back. He cringed and watched in fascinated terror as the attacking creature collapsed into nothingness before him. Its residue was so close that Lucas could smell it. He reached tentatively to touch it, inhaling with sharp panic at the feeling that instantly overwhelmed him. Pain. Sickness. Death. All of it at once, so quick and so sudden that Lucas pulled his touch away. Fortunately, nothing compelled him to try and save this pile.
His heart thudded in his ears and he felt dizzy. Ah...he shouldn't have touched it at all, not even for that moment. He clutched at his head with one hand and gripped at the ground with the other, worried that he might collapse and disappear if he so much as tilted. His breathing was deep and strained, struggling against the pain of his chest while also exacerbating it. If Hitomi Jabami hadn't then yelled, Lucas might not have realized her presence at all.
"Walk...?" He stared at her through his dizziness, mind slow in registering what she was saying. Even then her words were unknown, spoken in a language he wasn't versed in. He understood 'walk', but didn't understand what she was saying it for. If Lucas had looked around he might have understood better, but he was staring at this woman instead. Then she took his hand and he flinched, startled and nervous, unfamiliar with the sensation of being touched without consent. He didn't tear his hand away, though he also didn't feel compelled to leave it there. He felt no pain or suffering from this woman. A twinge of fear, mostly concern...and something else. Lucas stared at their hands, curling his fingers more tightly over hers, expression softening into one of brave curiosity.
What else...was there? What was that? Lucas looked up and into her eyes. He had no innate magic that allowed him to see beyond the windows, but through his touch he could still feel something. It was so new and unknown that he didn't let go, despite the rising need to relocate away from their current location.
"Tu n'es pas comme les autres," he said quietly. You are not like the others.
Finally Lucas tore his hand away from hers, his attention darting past her. There were more, and they were approaching. More important than that, they were hurting civilians. Lucas struggled to a proper stand, arm wrapped around his chest as though it would protect him from the shooting internal pain during the movement. Once he stood he lowered his arm and straightened. This pain was nothing compared to what those swords could inflict on others.
Glancing at the woman who had helped him, unfazed by the hysteria and its noise around him, Lucas pointed at incoming trouble.
"Protège toi," he said. Protect yourself. He continued speaking in French. "They will destroy everything here and claim it...I have to save everyone from the pain. I have to. I have to..."
He spoke carelessly, unversed in the world and the separation between magic and not. Lucas acted on ingrained compulsions and feelings.
tldr: thanks for the help hitomi, but also lucas only speaks french and isn't running away anywhere. more skellingtons are coming and lucas is just waiting for people to heal because his vessel-ness is telling him to.
He hadn't been prepared to wake up, but waking up is what happened. He panted and pressed his hand to his chest. Each breath caused pain. So much pain. The more he pressed against any given area, the more it hurt. He explored the tenderness of his chest before settling on a conclusion: that child, who had fallen off the play structure yesterday, must have bruised his rib...because that's what Lucas was feeling right now. He struggled to sit himself up in bed, groaning at the pain and moving stiffly...how long would this take to heal? It had been months since the last one. Ah...but it was better him than the child, right? He had been in the right place at the right time.
Lucas reached for the glass of water on the bedside table, startled by his own clumsiness the pain brought on as the glass spilled...so much pain. It was a wonder he hadn't woken up before now. He knew that sleeping would be a struggle from here on out, but...he also knew that it wasn't this pain that woke him up. As he managed to drink some water from the glass, lips lingering on its edge, he couldn't help but feel the strangest sensation through his body--it was familiar, yet still entirely new. It was this that woke him up. It compelled him to rise and dress himself. It led him from his small loft apartment down into the streets of New Paris.
Costumed children and excited youths passed him in both directions as Lucas wandered aimlessly where he was bidden. He was bidden by no spoken words and no thoughts. It was merely impulse. Intuition, maybe. A strange sense that often led him toward particular destinations that only made sense once he arrived. However, this time was different. With this he felt a unique sort of dread that he hadn't ever felt before. It slowed his pace and kept him strangely alert for the first time; he typically paid no attention to his own state of being and surroundings, recklessly selfless as a person...but now he was aware. He was aware that, despite the sounds of laughter and joy around him, there was something else. Something darker, something more.
Then it came--the voice from above. He stopped to look skyward before it even spoke, as though aware that he should expect it. His eyes widened at the circling clouds and he felt uncertain, nervous, and even frightened. He didn't need to be told. He knew what this was. It was darkness, it was pain, it was evil intentions--it was Chaos. Despite never hearing the name, never being educated, Lucas already knew. The lightening and its follow sounded from above and Lucas immediately shrunk away, trembling, hurting, unnaturally scared of the sudden storm. His heart pounded in his bruised chest and he wanted to return to hiding, but...he was compelled.
Move forward. They need you. They will need you. You have to. This is why you exist.
All around him there was panic and noise. He could feel everyone's fear like he had never been able to feel before--his own face paled and he attempted to reach out to strangers, desperate to ease their own suffering but unable to in the hysteria. It was delayed when Lucas finally realized what else was around him.
He stared at it as it approached. His body froze in--maybe fear, maybe requirement. He had nobody to ask for confirmation. What he did know for sure was that it was armed, he had caught its attention, and Lucas himself could in no way defend himself. His fingers twitched at his sides and he raised his hands in front of him, as if by doing so he might be able to protect himself. This would, of course, never be the case.
"Den se fovámai," he said calmly. Though it wasn't his own voice that spoke, Lucas felt the meaning of the words all the same. He frowned at the monster and opened his hands as though to catch the blade of the sword preparing to swing at him. Lucas wasn't afraid. Not of pain, not of suffering, and not of Chaos.
tldr: lucas is here now. already injured beforehand because ofc he is. about to be sliced in half by a skelington.
RANK: ★☆☆☆☆ [break] CLASS: Vessel [break] [break] SP. SKILL: [ WAAAHMBULANCE ] — Your magic has transformed your body into that of a healing spring... in theory. Your means of healing others is a sacred gift, and as such, you must do all in your power to aid those of this planet! Alongside your magic abilities, you are capable of honing in on injured beings and moving towards their exact location. Aside from physical pain, you can also track down those of mental and emotional suffering. However, being without means of protecting yourself does present a problem. So, with this skill, after harboring an injury you can split the injury among those near you. Making it possible for you to go forth and heal more of the masses! However, the injury you split must be that of physical damage and you must physically touch them, to transfer it.
INVENTORY
— Staff touches this part too, no touchy —
WEAPONRY
NAME: name your weapon?[break] CLASS: D[break] DESCRIPTION: describe your weapon.[break]
TRANSFORMATION
APPEARANCE: Describe your transformation. An image(s) is/are most certainly welcomed as well.
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TIRO FINALE: name your ability?[break] DESCRIPTION: describe your ability.[break]
ABILITIES
NAME: HANDS OF ASCLEPIUS[break] CLASS: D[break] DESCRIPTION:◦ Active. Lucas can heal sickness and injury through his own touch by willing it, and is compelled to do so when the need presents itself regardless of external risk. The time it takes is determined by the extent of healing necessary and the magical resistance of the person requiring it. For example, it takes longer to heal broken bones than it does to remove poison, and it takes less time to heal a regular civilian than it does a class of any rank. The higher the rank, the longer the healing time required. Every wound, injury, and illness healed will be inflicted onto Lucas at a later time. The larger the heal, the sooner it is inflicted, and these times can range from days later to within the hour. The extent of Lucas' suffering reflects his own rank. As his rank grows, so does his resistance. He is only able to heal what he himself can endure at any given time, and can never heal himself.[break]
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NAME: LIVING TEMPLE[break] CLASS: D[break] DESCRIPTION:◦ Passive. Lucas' body carries medicinal properties equivalent to those of modern antibiotics, stimulants, antipyretics, and opiods. He has no control over this ability and cannot activate it. His body and its contents must be ingested, absorbed, injected, or otherwise consumed in order for there to be effect. The strength of the effect lessens against higher magical resistance, requiring more consumption and time to activate. The higher his rank, the quicker and more long-lasting the effect. While there is variety, most generally the largest effects are: his flesh acts as an antibiotic, capable of fighting and preventing bacterial infections against even mutated strains; his fluids such as saliva act as a strong opioid, producing a morphine-like effect against pain and is potentially addictive for its euphoric effect; his blood acts as a tranquilizer, capable of treating anxiety, tension, and agitation to the possible extent of sedation. The extent to which Lucas would need to be consumed for any long-term benefit would be fatal, resulting in this ability being more of risk than a gain, and not one to be advertised.[break]
◦ Lucas was a simple and dimwitted child. He was slow in both academics and socializing, doted on by his parents and growing with no expectations from society. He was often bullied by his peers, who were resentful for being forced by their own parents to play with him. He spent his early childhood in a small rural community surrounded by prejudice and tradition. [break][break] ◦ When he was six years old, Lucas resurrected a reluctant playmate's pet bird at its backyard funeral by holding it in both hands and willing it back to life. Though this excited him greatly, it scared the others around him. He was then considered a freak by the locals, and even a monster by older generations. He suffered a heart attack the next day and nearly died. No well wishes were sent to the family and they fled to live in the city of New Paris, hoping to avoid attention. [break][break]
"surpasser of chiron"
◦ Despite the heart attack and consequence of his actions, Lucas continued to explore his abilities as he grew, to the disdain of his parents. They were the first to notice that he could indeed heal, using only his touch and good intentions...but with everything he healed, he suffered in kind. He cured his father of food poisoning then vomited for two days. He healed his mother's wrist and wound up in a cast of his own. Lucas felt great inspiration and wished to help others, but his parents insisted that he preserve himself instead. [break][break]
"struck down by zeus"
◦ Lucas was homeschooled in an attempt to keep him away from the outside world. His parents did not trust his impulsive need to help, believing that he would sacrifice himself for the sake of somebody else without thought or consideration. He was forbidden to dream or strive for any career that would tempt him to use his unappreciated ability: doctor, police, nurse, veterinarian, teacher, caregiver...he was encouraged to keep a low profile and little to no goals. [break][break] ◦ Eventually this secluded way of life became too much for his parents. When Lucas was seventeen, his mother ended her own life to escape what she believed to be an inevitably tragic ending, and when his failed attempt to resurrect her put him in the hospital, Lucas woke up from the coma at eighteen with no father waiting for him. He still doesn't know what happened. [break][break]
"and resurrected into the stars"
◦ Lucas stepped out of the hospital feeling refreshed and inspired. He had nowhere to go, no one to turn to for help, but he didn't feel alone. He had spent a year in a dream with a stranger that wasn't a stranger at all; he had learned more about himself by breaking away from who he knew himself to be. He felt the same uncontrollable urge to help others that he had always felt before, but this time he felt more understanding of his own limitations and capabilities. He knew when to stop and he knew when to let go. To this day he can't understand how this happened, but he can still remember verbatim the words that had been spoken to him. [break][break]
"the snake rewards your kindness"
◦ He made a private name for himself as a companion. It began with him helping the homeless and elderly, easing their pain and occasional anxieties. He continued to seek out those who he felt needed his help, and then allowed himself to be found. Lucas currently works for a small friend-for-hire industry, where he remains a favourite for those looking for gentle companionship or somebody to talk to. Some of his regular customers include those with chronic pain, depression, and general loneliness, who can't quite put their finger on why they feel so much better after spending time with Lucas. Unfortunately, his availability is inconsistent due to his own unpredictable aftereffects. [break][break]
"you are my new temple."
◦ Lucas is the vessel of Asclepius, Greek god of Healing and Medicine. He knows this but doesn't understand it.
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