Slop
Elder Member
Vanitas (Portrait Pending, Sorry)
Theme:
RP-er's Name: Slop
Post Frequency: Varying from once a week to upwards of several a day (dependent on IRL circumstances)
Discord Name: S.L.O.P
Current RP:
Goals:
- Find some semblance of refuge and respite, however fleeting. Survive, and avoid attracting the Inquisition's attention.
- Understand better the transformation he went through; gain better control over his newfound powers and the gnawing hunger that consumes him from within.
Class: Artless
Perks: Cashback
Feats:
- Blood Drinker
- Eideitic Memory
- Lightning Calculator
Languages: Common, Abyssal
Height: 5 feet (152 cm)
Weight: 90 lbs (41 kg)
Backstory:
Vanitas was an anomaly among the Fae.
Born into a world that revered magic, he had none. Where others danced through life, attuned to the arcane and its rhythms, Vanitas stood still, untouched by the currents that defined his kind. He was not merely seen as different but as broken—a defect in the tapestry of their enchanted world. While the others reveled in their gifts, Vanitas buried himself in books. Knowledge became his sanctuary, and intellect his weapon against a society that dismissed him.
Among the countless tomes he consumed, one obsession took root: the Moon-Ordained Vampires. They were beings of elegance, immortality, and power, unbound by the frailties of bloodlines or destiny. To Vanitas, they were perfection. An idea began to form, drawn from the fragmented rituals and myths scattered across the forbidden texts he devoured. Under the light of a full moon, he sought not just strength, but transcendence—a release from the bindings of his flawed existence.
But the Moon denied him.
In its place, something darker answered. The ritual twisted his body and mind, leaving him something between life and death. He awoke not as a Vampire of myth, but as an Abomination. His senses burned with overwhelming clarity, his body reconfigured with new abilities—but his existence was marked by revulsion, both his own and that of others.
The Fae See Inquisiton reacted swiftly. Their patrols found him in the throes of transformation, the mark of a Monster now etched into him by the system itself. Branded as an outcast, Vanitas was hunted. In a moment of desperation, he lashed out—an instinctive, chaotic display of his new powers. For the first time, he teleported, vanishing into the wilderness beyond the reach of his pursuers.
Vanitas was an anomaly among the Fae.
Born into a world that revered magic, he had none. Where others danced through life, attuned to the arcane and its rhythms, Vanitas stood still, untouched by the currents that defined his kind. He was not merely seen as different but as broken—a defect in the tapestry of their enchanted world. While the others reveled in their gifts, Vanitas buried himself in books. Knowledge became his sanctuary, and intellect his weapon against a society that dismissed him.
Among the countless tomes he consumed, one obsession took root: the Moon-Ordained Vampires. They were beings of elegance, immortality, and power, unbound by the frailties of bloodlines or destiny. To Vanitas, they were perfection. An idea began to form, drawn from the fragmented rituals and myths scattered across the forbidden texts he devoured. Under the light of a full moon, he sought not just strength, but transcendence—a release from the bindings of his flawed existence.
But the Moon denied him.
In its place, something darker answered. The ritual twisted his body and mind, leaving him something between life and death. He awoke not as a Vampire of myth, but as an Abomination. His senses burned with overwhelming clarity, his body reconfigured with new abilities—but his existence was marked by revulsion, both his own and that of others.
The Fae See Inquisiton reacted swiftly. Their patrols found him in the throes of transformation, the mark of a Monster now etched into him by the system itself. Branded as an outcast, Vanitas was hunted. In a moment of desperation, he lashed out—an instinctive, chaotic display of his new powers. For the first time, he teleported, vanishing into the wilderness beyond the reach of his pursuers.
Current Life:
He has spent the weeks—or has it been months?—since then on the run. His powers are still raw and erratic; the teleportation comes in fits and starts, requiring immense focus, and his super-sense is a maddening flood of information he struggles to filter. He avoids settlements when he can, knowing that the mark of a Monster hangs over him like a noose.
But isolation is a double-edged sword. Without sustenance, his newfound vampiric hunger gnaws at him. Without guidance, his abilities remain underdeveloped and dangerous. And without companionship, his mind is left to spiral into the fragmented remnants of who he was and what he has become.
His travels bring him to the borderlands, places where Fae patrols rarely venture, and whispers of other nations grow louder. The Inquisition's primary forces may not pursue him beyond its borders, but its agents and bounty hunters could appear anywhere. Vanitas knows he must tread carefully, yet he also knows he cannot remain hidden forever.
What happens next remains to be seen.
He has spent the weeks—or has it been months?—since then on the run. His powers are still raw and erratic; the teleportation comes in fits and starts, requiring immense focus, and his super-sense is a maddening flood of information he struggles to filter. He avoids settlements when he can, knowing that the mark of a Monster hangs over him like a noose.
But isolation is a double-edged sword. Without sustenance, his newfound vampiric hunger gnaws at him. Without guidance, his abilities remain underdeveloped and dangerous. And without companionship, his mind is left to spiral into the fragmented remnants of who he was and what he has become.
His travels bring him to the borderlands, places where Fae patrols rarely venture, and whispers of other nations grow louder. The Inquisition's primary forces may not pursue him beyond its borders, but its agents and bounty hunters could appear anywhere. Vanitas knows he must tread carefully, yet he also knows he cannot remain hidden forever.
What happens next remains to be seen.
Class: Artless
Points at Start: 112 (105+7)
Points Earned: 28 (Cashback)
Points Spent: 140
Points Not Spent: 0
Stats (Total Cost: 35):
Strength - G
Precision -E (7)
Intelligence - C (21)
Vitality - E (7)
Speed - E (7)
Character Grade - E
Skills (Total Cost: 84) :
- Appraisal (Isekai) - E
- Blood Drinker (Feat) - (7)
- Eideitic Memory (Feat) - (7)
- Lightning Calculator (Feat) - (7)
- Resilient [Fatigue] F - (7)
- Supersense [X-Ray Vision] E - (14)
- Teleport E - (42)
Abilities:
- Veilstep (E-Grade) - Teleport E + Supersense (X-Ray Vision) E + Eideitic Memory (Feat) - Vanitas employs his uncanny memory and vampiric prowess to traverse with calculated precision. He instantly teleports to any point within 100 ft (~30 metres), relying on either a direct line of sight or perfect recall from Eidetic Memory). His Supersense F enhances this ability by granting him X-Ray Vision within 100 ft (~30 metres). This vision allows him to perceive objects and spaces as if illuminated by electromagnetic waves, distinguishing densities and structures hidden behind most barriers. However, lead-lined walls or reinforced materials remain impervious to his sight.
Equipment (Total Cost: 14):
- Natural Weapons F [Claws] - (14)
Change Log:
- [Date of Character Creation: 8/12/2024]
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