Post by owaz on Dec 16, 2007 1:21:47 GMT -5
Soul
I. "Where does your journey begin?"
As a child, Minachi had been the target of bullies for most of his early years. Always they would surround him like a pack of wolves tearing at a new flesh, feeding off fragility. Never could those fiends leave alone a helpless boy who's own family failed to grasp their son's talents. And should one come to understand that those same pompous fools dared to trick a poor person into becoming accepted, then that may help enlighten the society of ignorance. For what happened next changed little Minachi's perspective of life. Locked inside of death's remnants by the group of twisted minds, he was forced to confront the shadows of events long passed. The haunted house had been full of much anguish, pain, and demise, and thought forms emerged as they interacted with living fear. Ghosts appeared before the tormented boy, dragging with them a new world of insight.
XI. "Where does your strength or determination come from?"
He was no longer afraid, but inspired. Outside the ruined building they waited in mockery. But what emerged through the decaying wooden doorway was a young man whose eyes were filled with contempt. Savages they were, all five of them standing with looks of inhumanity written on their faces. The first received a blow to the nose, followed by a foot stomping their groin as they lay on the dark ground in pain and bemusement. The second hound had its arm yanked to pull his head towards a vengeful elbow. A third stepped in to hinder angry Minachi's progress, only to find he had stepped into the path of a monster that struck an inpowered death grip at their throat. The others ran in fright, and at last the possessed child regained himself, freeing his prey before the deed could complete itself.
XII. "Who or what inspires you to succeed?"
The foes ran away having been conquered by the same person whom they tormented. Never again would they dare speak ill of him or assault his figure. An overwhelming sense of encouragement flooded the winner with power now that he had come to face entities of death. This feeling of achievement had awakened the inspiration he would later use to progress his skill as an artist. And when the years passed on through the tunnel of time, Minachi came to gain much respect for his talented work. Not only that, but his knowledge of paranormal phenomena erected itself the more he visited areas of rumored hauntings. Now was the opportunity to test out a hypothesis within the foggy nest of negative energy, wreaking the dark woods very few dare tread. Though what occured near the gates of mysterious legend would remain a tale untold.
VI. "What was the biggest change in your life?"
Left behind it seemed a piece of himself had become. Hollow, only to be replaced by emotions of most sinister proportion. The experiment, although frightful to have attempted, proved successful. The luminescent lights were a spectacular sight to behold. And Minachi knew that those eerie shadows, phantom noises, and dreaded feelings were all interlated in a world connected indirectly with his own. Beckoning the dangerous energy of the residual thought forms had been a foolish action to commit. Green eyes played the role of opening windows, letting in a tainted breath of aura. Thus began a journey of spirit garnering.
X. "What angers you the most in your life?"
Finding himself drafted into a meaningless war installed a swelling of anger in Minachi's veins. Several years of investigations had matured the artist greatly, though a feeling of uncertainty ingulfed his mind. Surfacing thoughts that were not his own. Hallucinations of sadness, pain, and misery. A terrible atmosphere filled with the smell of sulfur and the sounds of explosions, shouts, and cries. Intense emotions ravaged from within. The soldier found flashes of events long passed sweeping through his sight until everything was red. Unfamiliar rage consumed the body and all who stood near, enemy and ally alike, were crushed without remorse.
VIII. "What was the most shocking moment in your life?"
Hospital sheets were first to appear, followed by the realization intravenous therapy was injected. An identity not known had come to visit, claiming that Minachi was pulled from the fight. Substances unknown to society had been traced in his blood, extracted for purposes of study. When asked of what happened to land him in this position, the stranger merely stated, "Horrible inexplicable deaths on both sides have ended the war. " Questioned if he, himself, were responsible for what took place, the man in the suit simply left the artist to rest. Eventually released from the care of doctors, he was free to lead what normal a life remained. The mystery of surviving death's breath continued to stab the deepest, lonely thoughts. Minachi had killed.
VII. "What was the happiest time/moment in your life?"
Curator of a museum, with a handsome mien and attractive personality. Death and destruction became inspiration as a self portrait was begun in time to spare. Family relations improved, finally acknowledging his noteworthy abilities. Beautiful love revealed itself to Minachi through the woman named Lycole, and the two became a couple. They were to wed, though their time together was cut short by an unexpected visitor. The scientist had come from a secret facility now dedicated to researching "ectoplasm," which had been found in his blood all those years ago. High pay allowed Minachi to open his own museum and live a life of luxury with his wife. In return, he would aid in the study of newly discovered microbial life forms entitled "Stilanimus."
V. "What was one of the hardest decisions you had to make?"
Artist, soldier, husband, and now a man of science. The breakthrough of Stilanimus research had created was a hectic event. Microbes exposed to the ectoplasm, capable of extracting human emotion and thought energy out of orbs captured on photographs. A spectacular finding indeed, but with misforunate costs if used for the wrong reason. Supernatural orbs became a common day product of convienence, and soon they would be made for the purpose of causing harm. Outraged, Minachi ceased all connection with the people who funded his museum, calling them foolish critics. He would attempt to maintain his marriage with Lycole who worried over the stress her husband endured. Eventually a heart attack would reflect the twisted path of fate Minachi was close to embarking.
IX. "What was the darkest event in your life?"
Lycole possessed shocking news as she sat aside her husband who layed in a hospital bed. His entire family had been wiped out. Shock came first, followed by confusement, ending with blame and anger. Heart problems were the least of Minachi's worries. Someone had murdered his family, and he was quite certain of where to find the one responsible. Forcefully leaving the hospital and returning to his museum, several men approached Minachi requesting the location of a certain specimen he'd taken. Refusing to give the whereabouts, they threatened to burn down his -- blood splattered throughout the darkened halls, and a mad cackle filled the silence. Dipping a brush into the victims' wounds, the entity in possession of Minachi began adding extra details to his portrait.
II. "What is your goal to accomplish?"
Stroke by stroke, the mad man painted with blood, until finally the picture depicted a man with auburn hair. Red light reflected from his eyes. The brink of insanity had brought about clarity. Minachi returned to his senses only to realize he had commited murder, and now his physical appearance was a visual interpretation of evil consumption. It became clear that the ectoplasm was spiritual matter from the hauntings he visited in the past. Those deeds were the cause of his suffering at present, and it was now too late to fix the damage. Setting aflame his museum to hide the evidence, Minachi was confronted by the authorities outside. Instinctively they were brushed aside by an unseen force, allowed him to escape with intent to make amends.
IV. "What happens if you succeed in your goal?"
Pursued, more ectoplasmic residue was left in his wake by destroying the chasing cars. Eerie flames ignited under the dark sky in the wet streets. Difficulty in controlling this power only proved to be more destructive and bizarrely inspiring to Minachi as an artist. If somehow he could gain influence over the minds of society, they would forget the horrible acts he had commited, and remain respectful of his talents even if he was a freak. Lycole, his loving wife, did not understand this reasoning however. When approached she merely became driven away by the change in her husband. Frightened even more by the realization that he was responsible in some way for his family's death. The man she married was no longer in existence.
III. "What happens if you fail your goal?"
Grief overflowed Minachi's heart, mind, and soul. In a fit of absolute "judgement" as he called it, he unleashed the lifetime of spiritual energy residing in his body. Crack! All of his achievements were shattered in an instant as his vision went blank. Overwhelming pain consumed his nerves, felling him to the ground to be apprehended. Locked away in a specialized cell, deprived after having killed a judge during court session. A monster consumed the man he was. Physically he was human, but in spirit he was something far from it.
XIII. "Where does your story end?"
Staring into the mirror keepsake of his wife, Minachi went into a mute phase. Drawing and painting in the silence, slightly managing to catch a glimpse of the real world in the cracks of the glass. Frustrated over what had become of his life, he smashed the object onto his bed, taking a shard and cutting scars into his body. A larger chunk was used to stab deadly wounds, but no manner of injury seemed to do the trick. Physical pain could not compare to what he felt emotionally. Never would he see the face of his wife. Never again would he walk amongst the living. Instead, he would choose to forge a new bridge of death entitled "Malum Phasmatis Visum," ending at the Vision of an Evil Spirit.
Vesipham.
General History
Thump, thump.
A man who lost everything.
Thump, thump.
Would give back to the world.
Thump, thump.
Even at the cost of his heart.
Thump, thump.
He would show to everyone true art.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.
"Vesipham the Artist, at your service."
Ten year ago, a man known as Xehanort would come across Minachi. Intrigued by the talented artist, he asked for a portrait to be made, which was gladly accepted free of charge. The scientist would be unaware that standing before him was an otherworldly stranger. Granted access into the castle of the sage Ansem the Wise, the painting was done within the great library by the use of special feather quills rather than brushes. Once completed, Minachi would be on his way, but not before learning more about Radiant Garden and the studies that were taking place. Noting several different volumes, Khama, Salegg, Azal, Theon, Mava, Hafet, and the gold covered Nahara. Minachi found within these texts great knowledge to prove useful in his later works.
Ten years into the present, Vesipham became aware of the documentaries made on creatures born of Darkness in the Heart. How positively negative! The specimen he had stolen from those foolish researchers all that time ago before imprisonment proved to be an overwhelming use. Seven different infectious strands, each named after the delightful books he read in Radiant Garden. This plague would be a masterpiece! The perfect tool of inspiration in getting his lovely creativity spread throughout the universe. First he would test it on those "Heartless," as they were called. Following that he would unleash the pandemic back onto his own world of vile critics.
I. "Where does your journey begin?"
As a child, Minachi had been the target of bullies for most of his early years. Always they would surround him like a pack of wolves tearing at a new flesh, feeding off fragility. Never could those fiends leave alone a helpless boy who's own family failed to grasp their son's talents. And should one come to understand that those same pompous fools dared to trick a poor person into becoming accepted, then that may help enlighten the society of ignorance. For what happened next changed little Minachi's perspective of life. Locked inside of death's remnants by the group of twisted minds, he was forced to confront the shadows of events long passed. The haunted house had been full of much anguish, pain, and demise, and thought forms emerged as they interacted with living fear. Ghosts appeared before the tormented boy, dragging with them a new world of insight.
XI. "Where does your strength or determination come from?"
He was no longer afraid, but inspired. Outside the ruined building they waited in mockery. But what emerged through the decaying wooden doorway was a young man whose eyes were filled with contempt. Savages they were, all five of them standing with looks of inhumanity written on their faces. The first received a blow to the nose, followed by a foot stomping their groin as they lay on the dark ground in pain and bemusement. The second hound had its arm yanked to pull his head towards a vengeful elbow. A third stepped in to hinder angry Minachi's progress, only to find he had stepped into the path of a monster that struck an inpowered death grip at their throat. The others ran in fright, and at last the possessed child regained himself, freeing his prey before the deed could complete itself.
XII. "Who or what inspires you to succeed?"
The foes ran away having been conquered by the same person whom they tormented. Never again would they dare speak ill of him or assault his figure. An overwhelming sense of encouragement flooded the winner with power now that he had come to face entities of death. This feeling of achievement had awakened the inspiration he would later use to progress his skill as an artist. And when the years passed on through the tunnel of time, Minachi came to gain much respect for his talented work. Not only that, but his knowledge of paranormal phenomena erected itself the more he visited areas of rumored hauntings. Now was the opportunity to test out a hypothesis within the foggy nest of negative energy, wreaking the dark woods very few dare tread. Though what occured near the gates of mysterious legend would remain a tale untold.
VI. "What was the biggest change in your life?"
Left behind it seemed a piece of himself had become. Hollow, only to be replaced by emotions of most sinister proportion. The experiment, although frightful to have attempted, proved successful. The luminescent lights were a spectacular sight to behold. And Minachi knew that those eerie shadows, phantom noises, and dreaded feelings were all interlated in a world connected indirectly with his own. Beckoning the dangerous energy of the residual thought forms had been a foolish action to commit. Green eyes played the role of opening windows, letting in a tainted breath of aura. Thus began a journey of spirit garnering.
X. "What angers you the most in your life?"
Finding himself drafted into a meaningless war installed a swelling of anger in Minachi's veins. Several years of investigations had matured the artist greatly, though a feeling of uncertainty ingulfed his mind. Surfacing thoughts that were not his own. Hallucinations of sadness, pain, and misery. A terrible atmosphere filled with the smell of sulfur and the sounds of explosions, shouts, and cries. Intense emotions ravaged from within. The soldier found flashes of events long passed sweeping through his sight until everything was red. Unfamiliar rage consumed the body and all who stood near, enemy and ally alike, were crushed without remorse.
VIII. "What was the most shocking moment in your life?"
Hospital sheets were first to appear, followed by the realization intravenous therapy was injected. An identity not known had come to visit, claiming that Minachi was pulled from the fight. Substances unknown to society had been traced in his blood, extracted for purposes of study. When asked of what happened to land him in this position, the stranger merely stated, "Horrible inexplicable deaths on both sides have ended the war. " Questioned if he, himself, were responsible for what took place, the man in the suit simply left the artist to rest. Eventually released from the care of doctors, he was free to lead what normal a life remained. The mystery of surviving death's breath continued to stab the deepest, lonely thoughts. Minachi had killed.
VII. "What was the happiest time/moment in your life?"
Curator of a museum, with a handsome mien and attractive personality. Death and destruction became inspiration as a self portrait was begun in time to spare. Family relations improved, finally acknowledging his noteworthy abilities. Beautiful love revealed itself to Minachi through the woman named Lycole, and the two became a couple. They were to wed, though their time together was cut short by an unexpected visitor. The scientist had come from a secret facility now dedicated to researching "ectoplasm," which had been found in his blood all those years ago. High pay allowed Minachi to open his own museum and live a life of luxury with his wife. In return, he would aid in the study of newly discovered microbial life forms entitled "Stilanimus."
V. "What was one of the hardest decisions you had to make?"
Artist, soldier, husband, and now a man of science. The breakthrough of Stilanimus research had created was a hectic event. Microbes exposed to the ectoplasm, capable of extracting human emotion and thought energy out of orbs captured on photographs. A spectacular finding indeed, but with misforunate costs if used for the wrong reason. Supernatural orbs became a common day product of convienence, and soon they would be made for the purpose of causing harm. Outraged, Minachi ceased all connection with the people who funded his museum, calling them foolish critics. He would attempt to maintain his marriage with Lycole who worried over the stress her husband endured. Eventually a heart attack would reflect the twisted path of fate Minachi was close to embarking.
IX. "What was the darkest event in your life?"
Lycole possessed shocking news as she sat aside her husband who layed in a hospital bed. His entire family had been wiped out. Shock came first, followed by confusement, ending with blame and anger. Heart problems were the least of Minachi's worries. Someone had murdered his family, and he was quite certain of where to find the one responsible. Forcefully leaving the hospital and returning to his museum, several men approached Minachi requesting the location of a certain specimen he'd taken. Refusing to give the whereabouts, they threatened to burn down his -- blood splattered throughout the darkened halls, and a mad cackle filled the silence. Dipping a brush into the victims' wounds, the entity in possession of Minachi began adding extra details to his portrait.
II. "What is your goal to accomplish?"
Stroke by stroke, the mad man painted with blood, until finally the picture depicted a man with auburn hair. Red light reflected from his eyes. The brink of insanity had brought about clarity. Minachi returned to his senses only to realize he had commited murder, and now his physical appearance was a visual interpretation of evil consumption. It became clear that the ectoplasm was spiritual matter from the hauntings he visited in the past. Those deeds were the cause of his suffering at present, and it was now too late to fix the damage. Setting aflame his museum to hide the evidence, Minachi was confronted by the authorities outside. Instinctively they were brushed aside by an unseen force, allowed him to escape with intent to make amends.
IV. "What happens if you succeed in your goal?"
Pursued, more ectoplasmic residue was left in his wake by destroying the chasing cars. Eerie flames ignited under the dark sky in the wet streets. Difficulty in controlling this power only proved to be more destructive and bizarrely inspiring to Minachi as an artist. If somehow he could gain influence over the minds of society, they would forget the horrible acts he had commited, and remain respectful of his talents even if he was a freak. Lycole, his loving wife, did not understand this reasoning however. When approached she merely became driven away by the change in her husband. Frightened even more by the realization that he was responsible in some way for his family's death. The man she married was no longer in existence.
III. "What happens if you fail your goal?"
Grief overflowed Minachi's heart, mind, and soul. In a fit of absolute "judgement" as he called it, he unleashed the lifetime of spiritual energy residing in his body. Crack! All of his achievements were shattered in an instant as his vision went blank. Overwhelming pain consumed his nerves, felling him to the ground to be apprehended. Locked away in a specialized cell, deprived after having killed a judge during court session. A monster consumed the man he was. Physically he was human, but in spirit he was something far from it.
XIII. "Where does your story end?"
Staring into the mirror keepsake of his wife, Minachi went into a mute phase. Drawing and painting in the silence, slightly managing to catch a glimpse of the real world in the cracks of the glass. Frustrated over what had become of his life, he smashed the object onto his bed, taking a shard and cutting scars into his body. A larger chunk was used to stab deadly wounds, but no manner of injury seemed to do the trick. Physical pain could not compare to what he felt emotionally. Never would he see the face of his wife. Never again would he walk amongst the living. Instead, he would choose to forge a new bridge of death entitled "Malum Phasmatis Visum," ending at the Vision of an Evil Spirit.
Vesipham.
General History
Thump, thump.
A man who lost everything.
Thump, thump.
Would give back to the world.
Thump, thump.
Even at the cost of his heart.
Thump, thump.
He would show to everyone true art.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.
"Vesipham the Artist, at your service."
Ten year ago, a man known as Xehanort would come across Minachi. Intrigued by the talented artist, he asked for a portrait to be made, which was gladly accepted free of charge. The scientist would be unaware that standing before him was an otherworldly stranger. Granted access into the castle of the sage Ansem the Wise, the painting was done within the great library by the use of special feather quills rather than brushes. Once completed, Minachi would be on his way, but not before learning more about Radiant Garden and the studies that were taking place. Noting several different volumes, Khama, Salegg, Azal, Theon, Mava, Hafet, and the gold covered Nahara. Minachi found within these texts great knowledge to prove useful in his later works.
Ten years into the present, Vesipham became aware of the documentaries made on creatures born of Darkness in the Heart. How positively negative! The specimen he had stolen from those foolish researchers all that time ago before imprisonment proved to be an overwhelming use. Seven different infectious strands, each named after the delightful books he read in Radiant Garden. This plague would be a masterpiece! The perfect tool of inspiration in getting his lovely creativity spread throughout the universe. First he would test it on those "Heartless," as they were called. Following that he would unleash the pandemic back onto his own world of vile critics.
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao