Aelia Aeldyne
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Personal Information File
Secret Identity : Unknown
Name : Athragazar Yzedrai Morgothroi
Alias(es) : Slimewyrm, Dragon of Death
Threat Level : Three
Function : N/A
Type : Melee (Other, Ooze), Ranged (Sniper), Other (Coordinator/Commander, Buffer/Debuffer, Healer)
Ability Classification : SCP
Sex : M
Gender : N/A
Age : 12
Family Member(s) : -
Sexual Preference : N/A
Significant Other(s) : -
Hideout: Yes
Hideout Location : Sunken underground temple off the coast of LA - has been sealed off and repaired to be used as an underground base
Cooperation : Solo
Team Size/Composition : -
Cooperativeness Scale : -
Common Gear : Waterproofing magical ring (right behind the head, serves to protect the coating from dissolution to allow underwater use)
Civilian Appearance :
Costumed Appearance :
Behavior and Ranking
Raw Power ~ 40/100
Visibility ~ 15/100
Success ~ 95/100
Out of Combat Reputation ~ 9/100
Ranking ~ 60/100
Political Abrasiveness ~ 0/100
Property Damage ~ 45/100
Lethality ~ 0/100
Rescue ~ 0/100
Tenure ~ 4/100
Total 268
Ranking 26.8
Backstory
Twelve years ago, a little dragonling was born. The story could end here, if Athragazar had been born as a normal specimen of Mana dragon; he'd have been raised normally, or what passes as normally for a dragon, and he would have lived the same way. But he was born without a color, transparent and hollow; for the proud dragons, who prize their identity through the hue they bear, there is nothing worse than being without a color. He was thus unceremoniously thrown away by his parents, dumped into the sea like a corpse in a body bag, his fate left to the bleak waves.
When Athragazar arrived at the coast, by the will of the currents, he was thrown into an industrial waste pile... It was about the time he had his first conscious thought and his first feelings. And all he felt was the cold, and the pain of the chemicals seeping through his skin and into his body. All he could think about was "Why am I cold, why am I alone... Why am I in pain ?" And there was no answer.
For five years, he could not move, poisoned slowly by all the toxins and pollutants around him. It was only when the poison reached so deep that his very nature was changed by it that he felt freed anew.
He first moved with the intent to feed himself. He had not eaten since he was born, after all. All he could think about, now that he could do things, was to subsist by himself, and not by the corrupt energies of the waste. When he first made touchdown on the land, all he could think about was finding prey. And many prey he found upon the land. He could feel them. All of them, people and beasts... First, he hunted down the beasts; coming down on them like an eagle on its prey, he devoured them whole. He could feel their souls screaming within his own, and their spirits strengthening his own. He felt no emotion while hunting them, for they were mere food.
When he was sated, his only thought was to not be alone anymore. He had the howls of the beasts, but it was no company for a lonely soul. Thus he sought out the people; all the people he could find, that lived near the coast. He called them out, wanting for them to be with him, wanting not to be alone anymore. But the people fled before him, or were hostile to him; he tried to appease them, but neither side could understand the other. Fatally, came the conflict. First was one person who thought that striking him with the palm would deter him from seeking their presence. Athragazar defended himself, and the attacker was swallowed within the darkness of the dragon. And for the first time, he heard words.
Words of hatred, words of fear. "I hate you. Monster. I hate you. Go away." He heard only that. From that one soul, then from all the others that followed. A few were especially strong. They called themselves heroes, and they called him wrong and evil. They would not try to understand him, they would not try to help him feel better. Ironically, he was lonely no more. He had a thousand souls with him, and a thousand spirits, but they all hated him.
So he tried to amend. He drew from their memories, their knowledge and their technique. He wanted to remake them, to free them from him. But they hated him for that. They said that they were his responsibility now, that he could not free himself from them now, that if he did, they would come back to kill him.
He grew sour and bitter, then he grew hateful and filled with spite. He swore that if he was to be hated by all, he would also earn at the very least their respect by his schemes and works. He would work wonders into the world, to leave a burning mark that would never be snuffed out. He would be remembered, even if it was for the worst.
He had been called "Nothing good." He would show them that he was something. "Something bad." Something they would all grow to fear, hate and respect all the same. He would become a god.
Name : Athragazar Yzedrai Morgothroi
Alias(es) : Slimewyrm, Dragon of Death
Threat Level : Three
Function : N/A
Type : Melee (Other, Ooze), Ranged (Sniper), Other (Coordinator/Commander, Buffer/Debuffer, Healer)
Ability Classification : SCP
- Ooze "suit" (Tar/Oil/Chemical pollutants/Industrial waste coating, can be shaped more or less at will and hardened/softened, be used as suction cups, and can be used for "devouring" - as he is a colorless wyrm, he can store it inside him to appear black)
- Devouring (can use his coating as a powerful digestive fluid, or to attack surfaces, things or people.)
- Non-magical immunities (all poisons, toxins and chemicals except radiation)
- Death-soaked (immune to instant death effects, exudes aura of death; when uncontrolled, the aura is merely causing the surroundings to rot, when controlled it allows for necromancy)
- Draco-Ooze True Heart (his draconic True Heart, that got soaked with pollutants and death energy, and became a powerful energetic and magical furnace)
- Devouring (can use his coating as a powerful digestive fluid, or to attack surfaces, things or people.)
- Non-magical immunities (all poisons, toxins and chemicals except radiation)
- Death-soaked (immune to instant death effects, exudes aura of death; when uncontrolled, the aura is merely causing the surroundings to rot, when controlled it allows for necromancy)
- Draco-Ooze True Heart (his draconic True Heart, that got soaked with pollutants and death energy, and became a powerful energetic and magical furnace)
- Indomitable Will (Due to life circumstances, his will is nigh-untameable, and attempts to give him compulsions or put him under mind control are almost always bound to fail)
- Mind-eating (When he kills someone, their soul is added to his hive mind, and their spirit to his psionic pool)
- Death concealment (can project an illusion through his coating to appear like a "normal" slime/ooze)
- Hive Mind (whenever he devours a being, their soul is sucked in and added to his collective consciousness made of the souls of all the beings he has eaten. They fuel his powers and increase his strength of will. He can also consume one soul to activate his Mana Wyrm abilities, that turn him transparent red and allow him to manipulate kinetic energy and metamagic spells. If he concentrates enough, he can also have his coating be soaked with the souls, taking the shape of one of the identities inside, but making all of the souls physical for the duration. The coating turns blood-red when this is activated, but the shape assumed looks perfectly like the original person, except for pure red eyes and a slightly sticky skin. Generally the rest of the coating is hidden in a backpack or something similar. He can also manifest the souls without taking their shape, which results in a screaming pile of blood-red slime faces that emit psychic waves of despair and hatred.)
- Psionic pool (whenever he devours a being, their spirit is sucked in and added to this internal whirlpool of psychic energy. The energy of the pool can be used for multiple things, the easiest being attack imbuing, for example by turning the coating into a psychic-infused blade, or shooting parts of it like a railgun. The second use of the pool is for standard psionics, like telekinesis or mind encroachment. Finally, it can be used for necromancy. By separating part of the coating and giving it one of the skeletons he swallowed, he can create a remote-controlled puppet that beneficiates both of the properties of the coating and the versatility of the creature the skeleton belonged to. Otherwise, by simply manifesting the skeleton and placing a blob of the coating in its skull, he can create more maniable puppets, who have more versatility but lack the resilience of slime puppets.)
- Mind-eating (When he kills someone, their soul is added to his hive mind, and their spirit to his psionic pool)
- Death concealment (can project an illusion through his coating to appear like a "normal" slime/ooze)
- Hive Mind (whenever he devours a being, their soul is sucked in and added to his collective consciousness made of the souls of all the beings he has eaten. They fuel his powers and increase his strength of will. He can also consume one soul to activate his Mana Wyrm abilities, that turn him transparent red and allow him to manipulate kinetic energy and metamagic spells. If he concentrates enough, he can also have his coating be soaked with the souls, taking the shape of one of the identities inside, but making all of the souls physical for the duration. The coating turns blood-red when this is activated, but the shape assumed looks perfectly like the original person, except for pure red eyes and a slightly sticky skin. Generally the rest of the coating is hidden in a backpack or something similar. He can also manifest the souls without taking their shape, which results in a screaming pile of blood-red slime faces that emit psychic waves of despair and hatred.)
- Psionic pool (whenever he devours a being, their spirit is sucked in and added to this internal whirlpool of psychic energy. The energy of the pool can be used for multiple things, the easiest being attack imbuing, for example by turning the coating into a psychic-infused blade, or shooting parts of it like a railgun. The second use of the pool is for standard psionics, like telekinesis or mind encroachment. Finally, it can be used for necromancy. By separating part of the coating and giving it one of the skeletons he swallowed, he can create a remote-controlled puppet that beneficiates both of the properties of the coating and the versatility of the creature the skeleton belonged to. Otherwise, by simply manifesting the skeleton and placing a blob of the coating in its skull, he can create more maniable puppets, who have more versatility but lack the resilience of slime puppets.)
- Super speed 3, super strength 2 (main body, coating not deployed)
- Super strength 5, invulnerability 5 (main body, coating deployed)
- Passive levitation, low-altitude flight (main body, coating not deployed)
- Can breathe in any non-magical gas and any non-magical liquid cooler than 350°C
- Draconic magic (Necromancy [All], Darkness magic [All], Metamagic [All], Counterspells [Snap/Channeling], Magical craftsmanship (manifestation of energy tendrils to use as limbs and tools)
- Draconic breath (Colorless - pure mana, imbued with psychic energy and death energy)
- Super strength 5, invulnerability 5 (main body, coating deployed)
- Passive levitation, low-altitude flight (main body, coating not deployed)
- Can breathe in any non-magical gas and any non-magical liquid cooler than 350°C
- Draconic magic (Necromancy [All], Darkness magic [All], Metamagic [All], Counterspells [Snap/Channeling], Magical craftsmanship (manifestation of energy tendrils to use as limbs and tools)
- Draconic breath (Colorless - pure mana, imbued with psychic energy and death energy)
Sex : M
Gender : N/A
Age : 12
Family Member(s) : -
Sexual Preference : N/A
Significant Other(s) : -
Hideout: Yes
Hideout Location : Sunken underground temple off the coast of LA - has been sealed off and repaired to be used as an underground base
Cooperation : Solo
Team Size/Composition : -
Cooperativeness Scale : -
Common Gear : Waterproofing magical ring (right behind the head, serves to protect the coating from dissolution to allow underwater use)
Civilian Appearance :
Costumed Appearance :
Behavior and Ranking
Raw Power ~ 40/100
Visibility ~ 15/100
Success ~ 95/100
Out of Combat Reputation ~ 9/100
Ranking ~ 60/100
Political Abrasiveness ~ 0/100
Property Damage ~ 45/100
Lethality ~ 0/100
Rescue ~ 0/100
Tenure ~ 4/100
Total 268
Ranking 26.8
Backstory
Twelve years ago, a little dragonling was born. The story could end here, if Athragazar had been born as a normal specimen of Mana dragon; he'd have been raised normally, or what passes as normally for a dragon, and he would have lived the same way. But he was born without a color, transparent and hollow; for the proud dragons, who prize their identity through the hue they bear, there is nothing worse than being without a color. He was thus unceremoniously thrown away by his parents, dumped into the sea like a corpse in a body bag, his fate left to the bleak waves.
When Athragazar arrived at the coast, by the will of the currents, he was thrown into an industrial waste pile... It was about the time he had his first conscious thought and his first feelings. And all he felt was the cold, and the pain of the chemicals seeping through his skin and into his body. All he could think about was "Why am I cold, why am I alone... Why am I in pain ?" And there was no answer.
For five years, he could not move, poisoned slowly by all the toxins and pollutants around him. It was only when the poison reached so deep that his very nature was changed by it that he felt freed anew.
He first moved with the intent to feed himself. He had not eaten since he was born, after all. All he could think about, now that he could do things, was to subsist by himself, and not by the corrupt energies of the waste. When he first made touchdown on the land, all he could think about was finding prey. And many prey he found upon the land. He could feel them. All of them, people and beasts... First, he hunted down the beasts; coming down on them like an eagle on its prey, he devoured them whole. He could feel their souls screaming within his own, and their spirits strengthening his own. He felt no emotion while hunting them, for they were mere food.
When he was sated, his only thought was to not be alone anymore. He had the howls of the beasts, but it was no company for a lonely soul. Thus he sought out the people; all the people he could find, that lived near the coast. He called them out, wanting for them to be with him, wanting not to be alone anymore. But the people fled before him, or were hostile to him; he tried to appease them, but neither side could understand the other. Fatally, came the conflict. First was one person who thought that striking him with the palm would deter him from seeking their presence. Athragazar defended himself, and the attacker was swallowed within the darkness of the dragon. And for the first time, he heard words.
Words of hatred, words of fear. "I hate you. Monster. I hate you. Go away." He heard only that. From that one soul, then from all the others that followed. A few were especially strong. They called themselves heroes, and they called him wrong and evil. They would not try to understand him, they would not try to help him feel better. Ironically, he was lonely no more. He had a thousand souls with him, and a thousand spirits, but they all hated him.
So he tried to amend. He drew from their memories, their knowledge and their technique. He wanted to remake them, to free them from him. But they hated him for that. They said that they were his responsibility now, that he could not free himself from them now, that if he did, they would come back to kill him.
He grew sour and bitter, then he grew hateful and filled with spite. He swore that if he was to be hated by all, he would also earn at the very least their respect by his schemes and works. He would work wonders into the world, to leave a burning mark that would never be snuffed out. He would be remembered, even if it was for the worst.
He had been called "Nothing good." He would show them that he was something. "Something bad." Something they would all grow to fear, hate and respect all the same. He would become a god.
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