Tarathustra did not know what it was to be, before he awoke, he was not meant to know individuality. Processed and created by a singular will, all of Zarathustra was subtly implanted with knowledge within their mutual stasis chambers.
They, Tarathustra, did not need to know much. Cocktails of magical mushrooms were injected into the brainstem, stimulating growth, enhancing awareness, directing all energies in the chamber to the Tarathustra within them.
Countless billions, identical, perfectly formed human beings, each identical to another. Growing according to the infallible logic of the Godmind. Who's purpose with these sleeping humans? Balance.
A Tarathustra knew only this balance. And how to draw upon the balance, to create, to destroy. Aeons of learning poured into their minds while the body remained in stasis. All such teachings to reinforce the connection between physical struggle, and the pursuit of perfection.
The shared consciousness carried on in such a manner until events outside the Axis of worlds dictated the need for Tarathustra to awake. Inevitably one was the perfect solution to the problem. Inevitably that one would bring balance.
Tarathustra awoke, in terrible fear, his instincts honed by thousands, perhaps millions of years in stasis. Immediately recognized he was both restrained, and deep in hot water. The green murky waters of the stasis pod were receding, bringing light which blinded his eyes. Eyes that had never before seen the light. The pain was intense, but dwarfed by the tube, catheters, and shunts being withdrawn from his physical form. The psychic scream of anguish brought about a release of The Might, as the forces of gravity and light tore apart the machine womb that had carried Tarathustra for so many aeons.
Muscles which had never before held weight collapsed under the strain. A circulatory system that had never worked in isolation too weak to keep such a powerful frame ambulatory. Tarathustra collapsed, and when the pain abated was able to focus. Seeing his face for the first time in the pool of fluids that had gushed from the destroyed stasis chamber.
Coal black irises around an even blacker pupil tasted self awareness and at once, Tarathustra looking upon his reflection knew himself. The neon pink hair, rugged angular features suggesting elven blood. Soft pink lips and alabaster flesh, these things he knew upon sight, but the voice that told him what they were he knew as The Other. Billions of his voices shared ideas amongst the collective, a collective he was no longer in contact with. All that remained was this voice, The Other, telling him that he was indeed this creature who he spied in his reflection.
His head spinning Zarathustra tried to stand, only to be overtaken by nausea. Retching he cleared his stomach of its contents, the same green fluid he had been drowning in only moments prior. His head was pounding, stomach growling, functions that had never been processed overwhelmed him. Hunger, nausea, a working inner ear such strange, wonderful, intense sensations that he couldn't help but marvel at.
The urge to urinate hit him hard, as well as to defecate. These feelings were accompanied with shame, another new emotion that he had never experienced in the collective. The urgency of which caused him to hide in a corner to relieve himself. The smell was awful, Zarathustra wondered how his body could even produce such a substance. But decided when he had finished that he rather enjoyed the process and that it was itself humorous.
A sound alerted him to the presence of others. And before he could further conceal himself, he saw metallic creations. Recognizing them immediately as they were so closely resembling the machinery around him he knew they were the caretakers of this place. The Caretakers of the collective. This was in his own voice, a sound he had never processed before - even internally. Yet knew it to be his own. He decided to call them Nurse, and the machine he had only recently destroyed The Metal Womb.
These Nurses began to collect scrap, and fluids from the vicinity and carry them out disappearing before he could stop them. The last one he did manage to get in front of, painted him with a soft blue light, then left following the others. Tarathustra followed curiosity taking the better of him. What he saw next made him wish he hadn't.
The corridor, if it could be called that spanned as far as his perfected eyes could see, up, down, or along its span. Untold millions of metal wombs stretched its length, spaced ten feet apart. He wondered where he was briefly, until he saw painted upon the floor (0, 0, 0). The Other told him it was the Origin, and he had been here, throughout the infinite universe, countless times before. A cold chill ran down his spine, Tarathustra peered into the nearest of the Metal Wombs and fell back in shock. Neon pink hair, angular features, black irises. The creature within the machine was not him, but it was simultaneously identical to him. In shock Tarathustra moved to the next Metal Womb, and the next, and the following. Seeing in each identical copies of himself.
In horror Tarathustra was taken aback, too far back. He fell from the walkway into the center of the corridor. Catching himself to no avail as his skin was far too slippery from the fluid he had been covered in. Tarathustra fell, though he did not feel the sensation of freefall, he could see the Metal Wombs rushing past him. It took him several hours of this to realize he was not in fact falling, but orbiting the corridor. And using his telekinetic power generated enough thrust to break his inertia and fall into a brightly lit room at the place he knew to be out of place and time entirely.
A web of yellow energy caught him before impact, saving him from being turned into a fine paste as it stole the energy of his fall. Zarathustra found himself righted, standing on his feet looking at a massive liquid crystal portal. Illuminated from within by a face. A face he recognized as his creator, a face that he knew to be The Other. He was paralyzed in fear.
Tarathustra stared at the face of his father. Or what was once a human face, now perfectly preserved upon the withering body of two enormous human men. One missing an eye, and armed with a spear. The other missing his left arm, they looked so alike they must have been father and son. Making the One Eyed Man his grandfather. Considering the face he found when he awoke he knew it to be so. The crystals they were encased in almost invisible, so perfectly transparent they only reflected as they had turned to directly "face" Tarathustra.
Hundreds, metallic and crystaline orbs mounted within silvery discs of glowing golden light were released from a metal encasing at the cap of the crystal. It looked like a crown to Tarathustra's eyes, but he could not fathom its purpose. Nor how the orbs traced down and began to form two apparitions, representations of the men within the crystals. They, stared silently at the boy.
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"T"
Human Nomad Hedonistic Nature
Allied to himself
NP: 28
BP: 15+7
QP: 30/30
Taint: 8
MEGA ATTRIBUTES
Mega-Strength (3np+1 Taint)
Mega-Stamina (3np+1 Taint)
Mega-Dexterity (3np+1 Taint)
Mega-Perception (2np +1 Taint)
ATTRIBUTES
Strength 5 [Might 3]
Dexterity 5 [Martial Arts 4]
Stamina 5 [Endurance 4, Resistance 5]
Perception 5 [Awareness 5]
Intelligence 3 []
Wits 4 [Biz 1]
Appearance 3 []
Manipulation 1 []
Charisma 5 [Leadership 3]
(4 NP Spent for 9 Attribute points)
(1 NP Spent for Ability Dots)
Backgrounds
Mentor (5)
Attunement (1)
Eufiber (2)
Node (4)
Allies (4) He's got a cult of followers that practice different forms of occult magic, they shelter him
Connections (1) He has Houngan of Vodou who is his friend and business associate.
Resources (1) He's just starting out.
Follower (5) Sigrdrifa, his TARDIS.
Armor 3
Flight 2np+1 taint
Quantum Bolt 2
Range: (Quantum + power rating) x 15 meters | Area: NIA | Duration: lnstant | Effect: lnflicts [Quantum x 31 levels + (power rat-ing x 4) dice of bashing damage or [Quantum x 21 levels + (power rating x 4) dice of lethal damage (player’s choice).
Bulging Muscles 2(Arms and legs are unnaturally beefy for his frame. His skeletal muscles are toned and lithe in spite of this he looks like he's trained at the pinnacle of fighting though he can't be more than 13.)
Glow 1(His Tail and Pupils Glow with Golden Light, they are very hot to the touch)
Hardened Skin 2(Its dense like metal, his bones are too)
Vestigial Tail 2(Its brindle striped and wrapped around his waist like a belt, doesn't look like it moves)
T is a 12 year old boy from Miami, he wears a pair of swim trunks, and a golden fur belt. Barefoot, as his massive feet have been numbed due to decades on hot asphalt and walking through acid rain. He's quite dirty, and has various healing bruises and scabs on his torso and knuckles. He was smoking a menthol cigarette, sheltering it from the rain in a massive paw of a hand. He looked like he was made of muscle. But also quite the fool in only a pair of shorts, sporting a pair of shades that were just slightly too big for his head.
There was a glow to him, even more than his ruddy tan. And to say he was jacked was an understatement, the kid looked like he was a juice fiend with as large his muscles were. He carried a stick and was practicing a drill with it. All in all he wasn't out of place considering the neighborhood, except that he was the only white kid, and he was a very strange looking child. Gorilla like arms, and legs like an elephant.
Officially he was a ward to the state, and attending a school for talented and gifted youths. Only, wild as he was he preferred hunting and fishing in the Everglades to actual schoolwork. And due to his superhuman capabilities being as natural to him as breathing, and his incredible durability, hunting came easy to him. He loved Florida, delicious monsters were everywhere to be found. The young Demigod grew up eating boa constrictor-anaconda hybrid snakes that were 22ft in length on average. He barbecued a 17ft bullshark for his tenth birthday present to himself. And knew every possible preparation for alligator meat.
Naturally he monetized this, people might ask the wrong kind of questions about a grown man peddling bushmeat. But a youth? They greedily accepted his prices, honest as they were. His choice cuts catching even better prices among the stranger circles in the communities. "T" spent a lot of time with Santeria priests, and enjoyed a good business relationship when it came to more difficult to obtain hearts. He was saving his pennies for a food cart.
Academically he was able to make his marks. Being able to study faster than most children he maintained passing grades. Attending school only on days where tests were assigned. He was honest to his teachers about it, he was living in the slums and it was more important for him to make money to live out there than attend class.
Believing himself to be the God of Law, T enforces crime. He wouldn't go out of his way to help a person in distress, but if that person was distressing others he would handle the situation swiftly. Believing himself adequate to judge the actions right, or wrong. He has a code, and it is important not to be caught violating it.
Whenever possible T prefers to handle criminals as a "mere human" avoiding if at all possible using his quantum power. He also prefers to take people alive, but has no moral issue with killing and will kill when necessary. Generally speaking he likes to "play" in dangerous situations. Using dangerous criminals as free practice at the ultimate stakes.
However it impossible for T to divorce himself entirely from his super nature, his connection to TYR and All-Father allow him to understand features in his environment intuitively. It makes his reaction times significantly quicker and the ability to process his sensory input with great acuity. This combined with his elite martial arts skills makes him truly terrifying with a minimum exertion of his power. Hitting as lightly as possible to exercise his control of his body, he plays a game with his opponent trying to draw out their full power. He only goes full out on someone he knows is a threat.
[ +- ] EIR
EIR is a universe construction engine, home to All-Father a massive quantum computer, and AI intelligence that created Humanity. All-Father is a Shared Network Between Odin and his Clones. The clones skeleton is laced with this crystal during their gestation. The resulting network functions as TYR a shared consciousness between Odin and his Clones.
All-Father
A neutron star converted into a quantum computer. All-Father is the AI which runs the Universe Creation Engine EIR. A platform of Ancient Asgardian technology responsible for creating realm-space-time. It generates by crushing chaos into information within a crystalline framework created by Ancient Asgardians that allows it to bypass quantum physics because they literally created the universe. All-Father is like God, only his power isn't necessarily unique in the cosmos.
All-Father connects to all the consciousness of Odin and created TYR a network for them to communicate. Each clone is an equal member in their network and due to their quantum nature are able to form consensus outside of time. This can prove invaluable when faced with an adversary that poses a significant threat. As TYR will almost instantly be able to learn techniques useful in countermanding an enemy attack. It also assists in resource management and global positioning. Feeding all the Information of the environment known by All-Father to the entity connected to TYR.
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