| Cherub "Telos" Vassago; Not your everyday Government agent | |
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| Silencedfaith | Sep 28 2009, 10:34 PM Post #1 |
Fallen from Grace
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Name: Cherub Vassago Alias: Telos Age: 21(Physically) Date of Birth: October 13 Alliance: Neutral (Good Tendency) Height: 5’6” Weight: Never checked Birthplace: N/A Powers: Cherub is originally a powerful arcane and divine spell casters, but when he plunged himself into the rift of space and time and subsequently reincarnated, he once lost all of his magical abilities. However, his vast magical knowledge and his abilities to discern supernatural environments were not lost and he was able to use them to his advantage as he ‘relive’ his life again as a normal person. However, much to his dismay, his magical abilities slowly returned to him, but their sources were no longer from where they used to. His arcane magic seemed to be powered by the essence of ‘the world’ and the source for his divine magic could be traced to the world itself. He never knew why his magical abilities returned to him, but as more of his power returned, he could barely hide it from people who could sense magical occurrences... until he learned to control them. The World denoted everything in the universe, from the vast vacuum of the universe to the smallest atom in the world. As long as the world exists, he could power his spells and abilities. Of course, if his connection was somehow interrupted, then his magics would be weakened or he would not be able to use his magic abilities at all. In the terms of his own world, he could command the forces of both arcane and divine to aid him in times of need be. Although all summoning spells were almost crippled and he would have to re-establish them, most of his spells and magics remained useable although he was barred in accessing all of his epic spells. To hide his own true power, he usually concentrates on the healing and protective parts of magics as he support those around him which causes subtle changes instead of those that causes flames to erupt, creating a light show or have some very exotic visual effects. Cherub’s power, although wasn’t half as powerful as he fought the goddess in the other world, he could still have access to most of his powers. Firstly, he had accessed to the nine schools of spells: Abjuration (Protective and Suppression spells), Conjuration (Calling, Creation, Healing, Summoning and Teleportation), Divination (Scrying, Detection, Prediction, Identification, Searching), Enchantment (Charm, Compulsion, Mind-Affecting, Influencing or Control), Evocation (Energy, Unseen Forces), Illusion (Glamer, Pattern, Phantasm, Shadow, False Sensation), Necromancy (Life, Death, Unlife), Transmutation (Changes, Manipulation) and Universal. Although the lost of all of his spell books in the dimensional rift proved to be fatal since he cannot cast spells without studying them first, he found out that he could cast them without the need for spellbooks, materials, incantations or doing all those vigorous hand motions when his power reawakens once more, as if they became a part of him. However, he could only cast so many spells in one time before his body ending up fatigue and his spirit burning up. Branching from the Nine Schools, as he called them, his power was numerous. The mystical energy he obtained from the world allowed him to cast spells not only from his memoires, but new one that he devised himself. In effect, this allows him to have almost a limitless amount of variety of spells that he can use or cast which was limited to his imagination. However, there are limits to his power just like back at home. For example, unlike other superheroes, he had a limit of how many spells per day he could cast before burning himself out. There were also certain ‘laws’ that govern how his spells work which made him to be almost useless in certain circumstances, for example, most his spells have limited range and area of effects. The need for a focus for certain spells remains evident. For example, he still needed a mirror or a crystal ball to cast a Scrying spell. Whatever effects he created, it always seemed to have a certain limit that bound him. For example, he could go invisible but he cannot do it indefinitely when compared to Invisible Woman. He can go for a flight, but not at the speed of most superheroes. He could make himself to have skin as tough as stone, but not as tough as The Thing’s. As his knowledge on the arcane didn’t falter with time, his ability to create magical items of varied nature remained with him, but he decided not to use it too much for the sake of secretiveness. If people found out about his abilities he would no doubt become a target for a lot of people, but he did kept a few trinkets with him most of the time as protections. Cherub was also trained in first-aid as well as combat situations. Although his hand-to-hand combat was his worst subject when he was in training and after he became a rookie agent for the nameless agency, his experiencing in discerning supernatural happenings were unmatched except by the most skilful of investigators. Although he was still struggling with more advanced technologies, he could use computers, mobile phones and a variety of gunnery. He was especially adept in using long range archaic weaponries such as longbows and crossbows. Although he was trained to drive as well, he would never be allowed to drive anything in his life because of his inability to find ‘the right way’ and a certain consistency in causing accidents to happen when driving. It is now an official to let Cherub drive anything, even if it’s just an old bicycle. Items: Various magical items such as wands, staves, potions, scrolls, rings, etc. He also has certain standard issue items and weaponries with him during field missions. Personality: After living for nearly 90 years, Cherub’s personality had swinged from one spectrum to another. After facing one despairing situation after another, Cherub had become a distant figure, unlike his old helpful or hateful self. He would only show warmth to those that he trusted and he loved, and hid himself from all others that he deemed unworthy of his trust of which had to be earned from him. He remained respectful for the law and other peoples’ thoughts and ideal, but it would another matter if he would agree to it. Although not strictly a profit-seeking person, he does seek it to further his own personal agenda to restore his own power and to protect his only family member. He practiced moderation and patience in his life, and as such one could hardly see the emotional wavelength on his poker face as he always responded with a smile. He was very patient in whatever he was doing, after living for 90 years he knew which things that can or cannot be rushed. Calm, collected and mildly calculating, he had a certain charm that many fell for but he distant himself from others. “The more you devoted, the more you were going to get hurt later” was what he told himself as he only devoted his life and his love to his family. However, because of this he was a cautious person as well. However, the cautious made him to be a bit more cowardice than what one would expect from someone that was bound with such supernatural powers, but he took pride in this since he was able to correctly assess his situations more often than not. If he was in a pinch, he would reveal his deeper most monster, letting the thing that he feared most running rampant as he became the cold blooded monster once more before becoming this world’s Cherub Vassago. He had a love for food (although he doesn’t seem to be growing no matter how much he consume) and could be easily bribed with the correct amount of ‘price tags’. However, this only limited to small things such as who and who were having a relationship, who accidentally peed on their pants and such and such. Appearance: Cherub stood about 5’6 and has a slim build with a fair complexion. Not exactly the tallest in the family, or most of the men around his age. His black silky hair was messy, medium legnth with his side burns reaching his mid ear as his eyes were black, inherited from his mother. His facial feature is very feminine, and with the smile he always put on his face, he could be very easily misidentified as a young lady if he were to wear unisexual clothing. He rarely wears anything else on himself unless it is absolutely necessary. He usually wears a simple T-shirt or long-sleeved shirt with a pair of jeans or black pants. He found that his loving of dark-coloured clothing hadn’t dimmed a little and as such his clothing was usually of black or dark gray colour and most of times, lack patterns to make them look unique or special. When on a mission, he would be wearing the standard-issued uniform with a Kevlar vest. Sometimes he would wear a helmet, but only if it was absolutely necessary. Although the uniform he worn was the normal ‘coat plus pants’ type, but he wouldn’t complain since he wasn’t the macho muscle man as all of his peers were and the fact that he wasn’t that athletic anyway. History: Cherub was one of the few apprentices under the tutorship of a little known archmage known only as ‘Sariel of the Moons.’ Sariel herself was an acrhmage of great power; some said that she was at par with the mad wizard Halaster of waterdeep, the Symbul, or Elminster himself. However, she seemed to care little for the affairs of ‘mere’ mortals but concentrated only at refining herself and her students in the usage of the Arts. According to Sariel, magic and spells are not only weapons and shields, they can also be hands and feet, but even wings and claws. Why constrain yourself to what your logic is limiting you? The Art in itself is never ending and ever changing. To study the Art itself is to study the Weave, the magic it contains, and beyond. Cherub listened to his mistress’s lecture twelve years ago, understanding little. Years after he was picked up and raised by the mistress. Cherub was an orphan. He never knew who his parents really were, and he never wanted to know. For whatever his parents let him stayed under his mistress’s feathers, he didn’t want to find out. He decided on this when he was barely five years old, after he peeked his older peers’ parents visiting them in the archmage’s tower. Even if his heart throbbed with pain. He worked hard after that, trying to ease the pain in his heart through this kind of distraction. Although people said that to forget your own past was to forget a piece of yourself, but it was too hard to bear for five years old Cherub. He selectively ‘forgets’ things that he didn’t want to remember and he instinctively forced himself into his world of magic, occupying himself with books and experiments. It became an instinct, to forget and seal sthings that he do not wished to remember. Sariel was watching all of this with a pair of cold eyes and did not intervene even as Cherub suffered alone. In the following years, Sariel poured knowledge after knowledge into the little head of Cherub as he grown. Some wizards could only access the Weave in a much later date, but Cherub was able to grasp the power of the Weave even when he was just a child. Some thought that he was a sorcerer instead of a pure wizard, but he knew how he got his powers from. From the old dusty tomes. And from Sariel’s help. From that day onward, Sariel gave him his own magic laboratory (all students share one before they could cast at least a first level spell) and alchemist tools. As he continued his study, he also slowly opened his heart, and faced his old self and memories that nearly shattered him. Through sheer will power, he was overcame his own weakness and sorrow, opening a path to the future. With Sariel’s tutorship, the youngster was able to grasp theory after theory, spell after spell with a remarkable speed. When he was nineteen, he was already able to conjure up bolts of lightning, something that even some of her older students were not capable of yet. Soon, she decided to send him out to experience the world. Although he was very intelligent in a wizard’s point of view, but it would be useless to keep him under her watch every single day. To grow, he must first experience. Without much of a choice, Cherub parted from his only family, the archmage and left for one of the Tentowns in Icewind Dale. He had travelled to Easthaven as his first stop, and from there he would eventually purchase passage towards Luskan. However, Auril’s wrath at the time forced him to change his path as the passage towards Easthaven was blocked by an avalanche. Without much of a choice, he stayed in Kuldahar for a while and befriended many of the simple people and used his arts to help around. Things were serene and peaceful for a while until a band of adventurers turned up in the quiet town, and requested help to go through the Underdark and to return to the other side of the Spine of The World, main land Faerun. As the only path to the nearest harbour town was blocked and they couldn’t get across, the adventurers restocked and rested in the town before running along. Cherub decided to volunteer and join in the adventure. The path he took was a long and painful one, with challenges at every corner as his hands began to be smeared by blood of other sentient creatures. He hated the feeling, but he quickly became numb to the displeasure as he felt something deep within him yearned for more. He dismissed the feeling after they survived the encounters in the Underdark, and became a veteran adventurer as they reached Luskan, and then departed to Neverwinter. He made both Neverwinter and Waterdeep his home bases where he kept a running laboratory, a small library and a well-stocked storage for his experiments. Occasionally, he would use the Teleportation Circle under his lab (set up by Sariel) to travel back and forth between his mistress’s tower, Waterdeep and Neverwinter for additional lessons or simple visits. However, the power of this Circle was kept secret from even his most trusted friends, as it is very dangerous for someone to know what existed under his city. After he settled down in Waterdeep, things seemed to get a bit merrier as he practiced his spell-casting, went into adventures and recovering long lost artefacts. His power grown rapidly as his seal began to weaken, and he eventually discovered what he truly was. Unable to accept the fact that he was just an experiment, an unholy creation created from the blood of creatures from many planes sponsored by the Archduke of the Nine Hells, Asmodeus himself, he rebelled against his fate to become the harbinger of Asmodeus’s will in the material plane. Armed with the power of his sorcery and heritage as well as his comrades-at-arms, he first freed his ‘father’ from the hands of cultists dedicated to the Archduke. His ‘father’ was an immensely powerful Solar but he was bound into an eternal sleep by infernal magicks. Cherub’s attack proved to be effective in breaking the chains that bound him. Being a creature of pure good, the Solar sensed the lingering darkness within his ‘child’ and decided to cleanse him. Hurt by the Solar’s aggression, both body and heart, he faced the Solar’s wrath alone as he helped his friends escaped. As he faced his doom, another being appeared and protected him from the killing blow. Sariel faced the Solar and after exchanging angry words and killing glares, she returned the Solar to its original place. Cherub felt happy that his mistress was there to save him once again, but she merely stared at him coldly and disappeared once again. He knew that his mistress was not one for words, and he quickly left the cultist’s dungeon. He seek to restore his ‘mother’s’ power, another powerful outsider whose power was suppressed by a holy artefact of old as she laid rampaging under the ruins of an ancient origin. This time, he went alone, confident in his own power and also in his own futility. If a Solar, a being of pure good seeks to vanquish him, than what else would happen if a demoness was released from her chains? He knew the answer, and he destroyed the artefact. Along with paladins, priests and clerics of the Morninglord who were charged with the guardianship of such an evil and corruptive site of power. When the Solar decided to kill him, it killed something else in Cherub as well. With a tearful smile, he released the demoness, half expecting the raging succubus to tear him into pieces. It didn’t. Instead, the beautiful human-like woman held him tightly in her arms, stroking his black, smooth hair, whispering to him soothing and alluring words as her sharp claws slowly reaching for his neck. Succubi were known for their sadistic ways and she would love to eat a soul such as the one in front of her. She was hungry... Very hungry… But before she could kill him, Cherub killed his ‘mother’ first, by causing a huge magical eruption in her body. She screamed as her body turned to fine dust and Cherub merely smiled with tears trickling down his face. This time, he had truly known the meaning of being unwanted. He let himself being captured by the forces of the Morninglord, and was then imprisoned in a stasis cell where he would stay for the rest of his life. Or at least he was supposed to. Fifty years after his imprisonment, he was released by the united commands of the high priests and high priestesses of several of the most influential churches, granting him pardon to all the killings he had done. Although he was seventy years of age, he looked just as youthful as before his capture, and silent contemplations within the years still have not allowed him to find out the true meaning of his existence. He accepted the church’s proposal of having him joining a small number of elites into the Infinite Layer of the Abyss to find out what had happened to Lloth, the Spider Queen and the patron goddess of evil drows. Should he succeed, his life would be his to hold once more. He met up with all the others, but found out that they were all too weak in spirit and body. Since the awakening of his heritage, he inherited and consumed many of the characteristics of the outsiders and he would be fine in the Abyss. However, the small elites had proven to him again and again that they were skilled enough… and lucky enough to face the challenge that lay before them. But the coming challenge proved to be too huge with even all of their powers combines --- they were to face the goddess herself in combat as she was restored to power. In the final moment where all of them would be killed by the goddess’s spidery wrath, with a faint smile, Cherub freed himself of all the thinking and conflicts as he did one last act that caused the whole Weave, the foundations of magics to ripple. He bypassed the highest restrictions of magics and tore the very fabric of time and space and opened a rift. The magic allowed the others to have enough time to retreat from the goddess’s domain as she momentarily lost control on her own realm. Cherub fed himself to the great gap, which closed soon after he jumped into it to stop the gap from growing… To finally end his own existence, once and for all. He soon woke up, thinking that he was dead and was probably going to get stuck in the Wall of Faithless and suffer the ‘unlife’ or eternal pain and strife. However, he could only smile bitterly that he was still alive, although he was not exactly in the best of forms, with pain wracking all over his body. When he tried to move his body and opened his eyes, he could hear gasping sounds from all around him as people started to yell out in strange languages and he could feel them touching him all over, and he could see bright light as someone forced him to open his eyes. He didn’t resist… He couldn’t, and it wouldn’t bring him any good. He listened to his surrounding, slowly realizing that the languages they used weren’t of any of the languages he knew. What was worse, he could no longer feel the existence of the Weave and magic within him. He started to question why he couldn’t feel anything else from his heritage… it was almost like he became human once again. He guessed that the price for him to use the forbidden magic was to cost him his own magical aptitude and constitution, but he felt… joyful. Under the supervision of the people around him, he slowly recovered from his wounds as he began to learn and understand the words spoken by the people around him. He seemed to have been involved in an accident, knocked down by a ‘truck’ and had both external and internal bleedings and wounds all over. He was also surprised to hear that his ‘mother’ had been by his side everyday to wait for his awakening. The first image that jumped to mind was the succubus that tried to consumed his soul, but when his ‘mother’ entered, he realized that she was a short and stout woman, with curly black hair with a rough face and hands. And when she hugged him sobbing, he could finally felt the warmth of having a family as he hugged back. Something that he had wanted to have for so long but he could never had. He felt his layer if ice freezing heart lowly melted away… It took him months to recover, but it gave him enough time to realize where he was. It seemed that jumping into the chaotic fabric of space and time destroyed his body as he hopped from Toril’s crystal sphere to this one, but not his soul. His soul must have ‘taken over’ the body he was in possession now. The original soul must have already died… To make things even more interesting, he had the same name and facial features as his past life, but this time, he was fifty five years younger. As he finally recovered from his injuries and left the healer’s building (the hospital), he discovered that magic and special abilities were granted to only but a very rare few, but he was glad that he was a normal person this time. No more, no less. For once, he was happy that he got a family, even if the price was his power. Even if it was all of them. He replaced the other Cherub’s life almost perfectly, with the excuse of amnesia. Although he had to ‘stay as’ a freshman in a high school because of his injuries, he could feel the liveliness of the place and slowly accepted his identity as he lived through his normal days with fulfilment. He expected his life to be as normal as possible… until he discovered that his powers were slowly returning during the end of his freshman year. In fear, he suppressed them instinctively and intentionally, hoping that they would just ‘go away’ and leave him and his new life be. He tried, and he failed as it haunted him like a ghost from the past. Since he cannot stop it from returning, he might as well let them return… but whether he would use it was another completely different story. Years passed by as he accommodated the changes slowly and some of his powers returned, but still miles away when he was at the height of his power. He wondered if his powers will fully return one day as his magics were no longer limited by the weave and components, but he cared not as long as everything remain peaceful. He befriended many during his few years in the brave new world, and although he remained secretive about his own past and powers. Who would have believed that he came from another world anyway? His wish remained the same for the years: to live in peace with his friends and family. In his final year as a senior in a local high school, many of his friends began to distant themselves from him one by one. He didn’t know why, but he later heard from his closest friends that there rumours about him being a mutant. He knew he wasn’t one, and he proved it to them by approaching to the government agency and returned unscathed. However, what seems to be an innocent act drew the attention of the agency, which was later known to be a branch of a government recruitment agency. Although they were sure that he was a human, but there seemed to be a strange energy disruption so slight that they wouldn’t have noticed if he didn’t approached them for a DNA test. After his graduation, although he was supposed to go into college, the government approached him and tried to recruit him. Since he didn’t want to get involved in all the mutants, meta-humans, superheroes and supervillains gibberish, he refused the offer from the agency. Of course, he had his own plans for the future and he was very sure that everything he worked for until now would be put into jeopardy. He couldn’t let that happen, and joining the nameless agency or any other organizations that have ties in any of this would shatter his everything. However, seeing that someone so ‘young’ would indeed be very useful if he could be moulded into something that agency needed in the future. A plan was devised which would force Cherub to work for them. They monitored Cherub for quite some time until the finally have enough ‘evidence’ to blackmail him into working for them. Knowing that the evidences were forged and false, but would tarnish his reputation and killing any chances of getting into a university or getting a good job in the future, he reluctantly agreed to work for the agency. However, he made a counter offer that if he was to work for them, his true identity was to remain protected at all costs and that his only living relative, his mother to be protected. The last thing he needed was for everything he held dear to be threatened because he took on this job. Of course, the agents agreed as all personnel information was classified anyway. Along with the usual benefits from becoming an agent, Cherub was also to be trained in two years time. Not only was this to boost his physical attributes, of which they found him to be lacking at that time, as well as in the use of standard weapons, discipline and among others. He was explicitly trained in using his magical abilities especially in mass-combat situations as a combat medic. After the training, Cherub was officially adopted as a rookie agent and was bestowed the codename ‘Telos’. His experience with the supernatural made him a relatively valuable asset to the agency. Because of his youth and height, he was treated like a little brother by most of the agents, both male and female. Although he was still feeling a bit unpleasant about being forced to work for the agency which remained nameless, but he remained respectful of their ideals in trying to protect their nations from chaos and outright civil war. He then worked as a waiter in his mother’s restaurant in his free time. If he’s not, then he maybe found somewhere else in the city or in the headquarters where he may practice his spellcasting without interruptions. His first mission was to keep an eye on the group that called themselves the Teen Titans and assist agents on the field… |
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