I pray you will all enjoy this.Name
: Singularly - Subject 217
Collectively - The ConduitGender
: Advanced Parnex (Formerly Human)Class
: Subject of void experimentsAge
: Appears to be in his mid 20s <Actual age unrecorded/lost>Affiliation
: Formerly De’Larin Empire, likely will attempt to join the Indolentia.Abilities
: Corrupted body:
Formerly Subeject 217 was in fact a proud member of the Grim corps, as such he has the endurance of a well train soldier. This was of course before the alteration, now that his body is corrupted by the energies from the void there have been some ‘complications’, aside from his appearance 217 exhibits a higher level of strength and stamina than his former self. However it is not equal to that of most other undead or Parnex. Fuelled by the void
: Due to the powers of the void going directly through his body, 217 lacks the need of armour but there are some drawbacks. Every time he attempts to draw the powers of the void, 217 must be wary that his own soul isn’t ‘ejected’ from his body, the essence gives and takes, during this time his body becomes a true conduit of chaos, drinking in power and expelling it uncontrollably as the wail of countless souls escape the host’s mouth, crying out their anguish and for their release. It can be noted that this soul seems to be chained to the body by dark energies.
Eventually the host’s soul will return and 217 will be in control once more but will need to regain his composure and energy, preventing him from using his magic for a while.
He is still limited by the ‘card’ system, yet unlike those undead whose armour acts as such, the markings and words are his limiter. Each marking has a separate purpose that only The Conclave can understand, however that knowledge is hidden from the host until it is required afterwards it is forgotten, preventing the host from using the magic without their consent.
Those that have strong ties to nature (Elves and perhaps some sensitive humans/Gato) can feel his unnatural presence when they near him, they don’t have to see him physically to know an abomination walks amongst them.The Conclave of the Damned:
This is the title given to the 6 dominate souls other than that of the host. As one they speak through 217, they are his voice, their every action is dictated by what they perceive will allow their wrath to be felt by the Empire. However they most have the host body’s acceptance of each action least their power is turned inwards, likewise The Conclave must be in agreeance with the host soul. When needed they will share some of their knowledge to aid 217 however to maintain his sanity they will do so when required, as the knowledge of countless dead has already once broken their host.Eternal Conflict:
This is the reflection of how the parties of the trapped souls and their host must work together, without the souls to direct the essence of the void 217 is unable to use their powers, as they must agree the action will further their need for vengeance. Likewise should the host be unwilling, the energies gathered cannot be unleashed wasting vital life source.Magic
: Torrent of wrath:
Gathering the energies from within markings along his biceps begin to pulse as a small sphere is created in the palm of 217’s hands. The sphere constantly gibbers and screams in anger before being launched at a steady rate. Upon contact the sphere explodes in the form of raw void energy, shapes of lost souls can be seen within the explosion, clawing at those they perceive as the enemy before they fly back screaming into the eternal darkness of 217’s eyes.Collective madness/knowledge:
The Conclave attempts to send their knowledge to outside forces. At times this will be an attempt to drive an unguarded mind insane by ‘sharing’ the experience of having one’s soul torn out and placed in another vessel.
Other times this is how The Conclave wishes to share their past, saving time by carefully revealing the events that created their torment and allows them to show their desire of vengeance and plans for this world. Either way the air is filled with soft whispers as tendrils escape from 217’s eyes and ‘plunge’ themselves into the eyes of the ‘victim’, physically there is no pain or damage though perhaps a brief moment of discomfort at the worse.
Everything else is happens in the mind of the victim.Soul drinker:
217 attempts to draw the energies from hostile Parnex and undead, using their own energies to revitalize his own, effectively those who are stronger in will must face a tug-of-war for their life source or risking losing much more than just their power.
Those who are weak may also lose their soul and leave their body a shell. Adding another droplet into the vast ocean of tormented souls, giving The Conclave another source of information and thus furthering their knowledge. Yet this is an action the host is not fond of, knowing that he has aided in the damning of another soul.
The ability itself is a deterrent, used mostly as a last resort due to the extreme and violent nature of the spell. It can only be used once every few days as both the host and the Conclave must recover from such a traumatic ordeal.Life/death pulse:
Focusing the void energy into what appears to be a shockwave, The Conclave release a harmless scouting ‘touch’ known as a Life Pulse
in a ever expanding semi-sphere around their host. The energies noticeably rippled through the air as they ‘touch’ inanimate objects and living beings. Anything that breaks the sphere until it has reach it’s max distance of 6 yards is broken for a moments allowing enemy forces to hide themselves behind cover and avoid detection. However should they ‘touch’ the sphere it’ll alert The Conclave and this will allow them to determine if it is of Undead origin or is living. They do not understand the ‘touch’ of a Demi-god thus they assume he or she is of the living.
Alternatively The Conclave can release a Death pulse
. This is a more focused shockwave emitted from the hands. Gathering energy before unleashing a warning flash to allow the enemy a chance to avoid the blow, The Conclave send out a powerful concussive force in an attempt to rupture veins, organs, bones and machinery. The longer the energy is gathered the stronger it is however as is the knockback effect the host will suffer.Corruptive Touch:
Passing the void energies through 217’s hands The Conclave will ‘enhance’ an item that 217 is holding or touching. For the moment the chains that bind him are the main source of this power. The Conclave is able to make the chain into makeshift weaponary, defence tools or extra limbs if needed unless they chains are cut off from the body.
Upon releasing the object it once more returns to its original state. Large objects such as walls and whole buildings cannot be influenced by his touch as it require too much energy, neither can living beings be bend to his will, this includes people (of all races), animals and plants.Appearance
: Subject 217 is a very human looking undead, where as older figures would suffer decay, 217 still looks physically to be in his 20s. Standing at a height of 5’10 with a slightly muscular frame, his dark brown hair has strays of white which add conflict to his youthful face. Yet this is where his humanity stops, 217’s eyes are constantly shrouded by a strange black substance (One can liken it to a thick fog) perhaps it’s the very energies that keep him bound to this world, regardless the theories those who dare to look into his eyes will only see an eternity of darkness looking back, no light reflects from those eyes, no spark of life, pity or regret, only the hungering emptiness of the void.
The teeth have a strange tint of darkness on the surface giving the illusion that his teeth are somewhat grey.
The majority of 217’s body is covered in dark markings, restraints that prevents the souls trapped within from escaping their cage and fate. From his feet to face, these cruel marks run like veins across the body, some lines remaining unbroken while others are clearly written in ancient tongues that pulse and writhe when 217 uses his magic.
Along his back the markings form a living tattoo that turns with every breath taken, at times when his back is exposed there are those that claim that there are hidden words mocking them, some have been driven insane when they try to decipher the ever changing words. There is a smaller circle at the centre of 217’s chest, fitting perfectly if one were to compare the two circle’s positions however this small circle turns counter clockwise.
217’s clothing reflects his status as a failed experiment, long chains are embedded into the flesh of his arms and back, tying him to his cell, they normally suspend him in the air until tests are needed to be run. His body is clothed in a modified white inmate’s clothing. The modifications include holes in the straightjacket to allow the chains to be held when not suspended, a hood that can be pulled completely over his head to prevent anyone from foolishly inviting The Conduit’s madness, strapped boots without hard soles and gloves that try to limit movement of the fingers.Starting equipment
Modified Inmate’s clothing
: As one The Conclave and 217 must act and as such they never refer to themselves as a single being. Their voice resounds
though the mouth of 217. Many voices echo through a single voice often giving the same sentence with many different tones, endings or even extending certain words.
While The Conclave acts as the voice for 217, they cannot always share their own opinion as their host has a will of his own. They must be in agreement with each other before they can fully act. Each of the parties involved is reflected in the shared experience.
The Conclave as a collection of souls care little for the world of the living, wanting only to unleash their vengeance upon those who wronged them. They are uncaring and generally unsympathetic to those outside of their cause, feeling little of the plight of others and is reflected in the dry and menacing voice in which they speak. However their faults they are wise and take time in making decisions for they share the same ‘thoughts’ with one another they can agree and disagree as one quickly. They are driven by the need to have revenge on those that created their misery and they would see this world burn if needed.
217’s personality is that of a loyal soldier, taking care of those under his wing and was once dutiful to the Empire, acting without question unless his morals were in conflict with the action. To The Conclave he is their conscience and voice of reason. The few times he is able to speak 217’s manner of speaking is encouraging, constantly trying to raise the morale and spirits of his companions.
As one they are patient, they have waiting in their prison without arising suspicion from the guards or scientists. To them Subject 217 is merely an insane failed experiment that now must merely be fed until the next test.
For years they have waited for a chance for freedom. To them time is meaningless, only that like their vengeance; it will come to pass.Ethics:
Although as one The Conclave is uncaring whom is the their path, they will abide to 217’s code of honor and give warnings to those who try to stop him. This explains why his magic has a delay when used to kill as well as warning flashes.
They do however strongly agree as one, that no other being must be created such as him, for the madness from the experience has damned the host, bound eternally to wander the darkness of the void they suspect while they themselves can be freed, complete oblivion merely awaits 217’s soul.
While they shall heed to 217’s will, they themselves are not above lying to those around them to further their goals. They are also not above adding another soul to the vast amount of madness if it means they can gain more knowledge, much to the horror of their host.History
: Our existence, yes the tales of our damnation by the hands of those whom we trusted. This is where our eternal hatred began, with the host who’s blind loyalty cost him far more than he could ever imagine.
Memories, laughter, love and joy. Those details are what Subject 217 longs for. What he can remember before his alteration is sketchy at best for his years of insanity have robbed much of his ability to recall the past. He can recall that he was once a lover and perhaps a father however what little he can remember is in a haze, no faces or voices to recall or hold on to. He was once a soldier for the Empire, proud, honourable and always prepared to fulfil his duty alongside his brothers.
It was a great honor for him to be chosen to be part of the Parnex program or so he was lead to believe.
They can remember each preparing to be blessed by the energies of the void, doctors, scientists and other already turned soldier walked about checking for any hints of hesitation for the gift they were about to receive.
Amongst those chosen were those who had the honor of dying on the battlefield, in death they would become something far greater than any mere mortal would. When the ritual was complete they would all serve their lords, without question or hesitation.
Yet as the ritual began fate conspired against them, perhaps it was the sudden influx of void energy or 217’s genetics, maybe both regardless rather than the body and soul ‘accepting’ the void’s energies, they were claimed by it. The influx strengthened causing of all those in the room and to an extent outside to be drawn into the essence of pure chaos as it binded all those caught into 217’s very existence. As the ritual continued, the souls of all those caught became trapped with his own, from that moment onwards there would no longer be a single thought, no, from this point there was only the combined thoughts of many. Their screams and memories flooded into his mind, their childhoods, their emotions, their past, present and future aspirations, everything that made a man or woman unique flowed into him. In his first minute of this new life, 217 could only scream as his sanity was crushed by the weight of dozens of souls, each trying to comprehend what had transpired, each trying to escape causing intense mental trauma. Sanity is merely a whisper away from a torrent of madness, Our presence had caused this, Our whispers of hatred, of betrayal, of vengeance has robbed our host much. We cannot give that which we have destroyed. For that we cannot be forgiven.
Yet for our sins, it is our former lords that is the root of our collective torment. We must redeem ourselves. It may take us until the end of days... but we will make peace within this twisted prison that is our host.
Time moved slowly for 217, over the next few years memories flickered in and out of his mind both in the waking world and in his dreams. Sanity was a privilege 217 no longer had during those years for every moment he was forced to endure the screams of those trapped within him as well as twisted experiments to determine if he was a product of a ‘freak’ occurrence or if the results could be reproduced.
The Empire was both horrified and fascinated at this development, regardless of how 217 was created and whether or not it was accidental or fate, there were interesting possibilities in the future if they could harness the potential. As scientists, theorists of the void and other important personnel examined the body of 217, the souls within him began to discover they could use their host’s body to express their rage, unleashing corrupted energies from the markings on his body catching some personnel off guard. Those who didn’t perish in the raw bath of void energy joined 217 in madness as they heard the whispers of all those trapped.
From that point onwards the Empire took precautions as to avoid other needless loses of bright minded personnel. They began chaining 217 and doing everything in their power to try and drain him of access void energy, at first all seemed to go as planned. Bit by bit the host lost power and wasn’t able to regain it but by doing this the host was able to regain his sanity as the choir of the damn became more and more silent, it was then that he found he could communicate with the souls inside of him. It took maybe a decade of constant attempts but in time he was able to establish contact with 6 strongly willed souls, one of which was a fellow soldier, one who recalls being a doctor and one a psychologist whom was sent to observe the ritual. The remaining three were unable to remember important facts of their own lives though two believed they were prisoners of war but were uncertain if this was their own memories.
In this pivotal moment the souls and their host began to discover their true might, they could replicate the powers of the great Undead Lords to some degree, the markings were an inbuilt limiter each tied to a different soul. The souls began to plan their vengeance, they understandably wish to avenge their own demise, the fate placed upon them by the Empire was a cruelty they felt was undeserving to have been such an unworthy end. From that day forth those who took the energy from 217 began to lose their sanity, slowly at first they began seeing moving shadows until they could no longer see their own reflection in the mirror, instead they claim to see a soul made of dozens of others. The higher ups were now unsure of what to do with 217, a Parnex who had the capability to manipulate the void like an Undead Lord was unheard of and one that was considered rogue was a threat to the Empire yet they could not dispose of them, there was too much valuable knowledge that could be gleaned if they could break him, if they could sway him to once more see the righteousness of the Empire.
For years The Conduit have waited patiently, waiting for a chance to break free, a chance to unleash their hatred upon those that have wronged him, to avenge themselves and liberate their souls that is anchored within their host. Yet the host does not fully share this, he knows that in time a fate far worse awaits him but it is his duty now to aid the souls within him, he knows that there is no afterlife for a soul like his.Only oblivion within the void itself.....Starting point
(The Songs aren’t a requirement, just a fun little thing you can do if you want.) Theme song
: Dark New Day- PiecesBattle theme
: Wesker’s Theme- Marvel vs Capcom 3