[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLmJlMzRmOS5RMlZ6ZFhKbElGWnBjbWQxYkdVLC4w/byron.regular.png[/img] [b]Death's Frontman AKA The One-Man Clean-Up Crew Level 1 God of Death (The Mortal Coil)[/b][/center] [hr] [hider=How Césure Got There] [h2]A Long Time Ago (Or Later?) In A Universe Far Far Away...[/h2] Cassidy Ryhardt was drinking a bad drink in a worse bar, on an absolutely garbage frontier planet, when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. The slight man cracked a smile and turned around to look at who'd grabbed him. The smile melted almost as fast as the fist speeding towards his face, and even so he felt the knuckles crunch against his teeth, splitting his lip as the punch's force laid him out over the bar. Moaning and gasping through the taste of blood, and struggling to regains his feet, but that same strong hand attached to his ex-wife's brother tugged him off out through the establishment. Cassidy caught one last sight of that bastard of a barkeep smirking to himself as he scrubbed out Cassidy's blood from the countertop. He hadn't even gotten to finish his drink either. Lem, or Lom, whatever his idiot ex-brother-in-law's name was, tossed him to the sidewalk, where Cassidy's head thunked against the slick metal of a hoverbike. The bike's owner was leaned against the wall of the bar, and he exchanged nods, and what looked to be a sizeable amount of money from Lum's expression before the lout ran off, and Cassidy was left alone with the mystery man. "So what'll it be? I charge extra on the hour for off-worlders with exotic and contagious disea-" The second punch didn't just split his lip. It knocked the man out cold. When Cassidy next awoke, it was with a fat lip, a black eye and a pounding headache. He was strapped to a table and couldn't feel his extremities. The man he'd been captured by was nowhere to be seen, and Cassidy found that he couldn't remember what his captor looked like. All of a sudden, there was a voice in his head that was not his own. [i]You have been chosen Cassidy Ryhardt, for a most... heavy honour.[/i] "Who the kashk are you?" [i]It will take too long to explain. I have so little time. The decision is made, and you have duties to attend to elsewhere.[/i] "Wha- No! Tell me why you're doing this! Why am I here? What's going o-" [i]Know death.[/i] Cassidy screamed, even as his ability to expand his chest to breathe left him. He felt his mind fill with his own voiceless agony. He was burned, drowned, cut, bludgeoned, starved,parched,rippedtornbledcrushedthrownmeltedflayedcrackedbentstretchedhuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrtttttt... Awareness seeped into the cracks in the vessel's mind, and control was slowly being asserted. The vessel did not want to give in, even though outwardly it had long since surrendered all bodily functions. [i]Do not resist! Like... Hell... I won't![/i] An internal battle was waged for a long time. The ancient god of death had been moments away from death himself when he had begun the passing ritual, foolishly having postponed it until the last moment, and so even a frail human's dying awareness was enough to challenge the supposedly insurmountable will of a god. It seemed to have been all but decided in favour of the god's mind, when on top of all that had happened to the chosen vessel that day, his body was sucked into a portal which opened beneath his slack body. This dying god of death had just finished transposing his divinity unto the vessel, and was midway through transferring his soul into the mostly hollow shell that had been Cassidy Ryhardt, when the portal closed and severed the connection between vessel and god. In a universe far away, a dying god was screaming in impotent rage as his essence bled to nothing, all of his divine spark freely given (and subsequently stolen) by a lowly human who had been five quarters dead at the time. And on the shores of Galbar? The results of the aborted ritual remained to be seen... [/hider] [hr] [b]Arrival[/b] Through the open portal, flopped a limp body. The meaty and small frame was steaming gently, still undergoing the aftereffects of subsuming a godly soul's essence. Might, rich and pure, coursed through the veins, golden ichor pushing the old dead blood from the god's body. Luckily for Césure Virgule, his undignified arrival had landed him facedown, because he began vomiting and excreting blood violently. He also happened to be naked. Consciousness of this fact blessedly, was withheld as deep inside his mind, the consequences of godly ascendance were being wrought on his mind. Pathways were being expanded, in the physical, mental, and spiritual planes. A kind of sickly black haze fell over his body as the more grotesque adjustments began to increase in their speed. Anybody who might happen to be watching as the god awoke finally, and blessedly clothed in a tasteful navy suit, would see that he began examining the surroundings and taking in his new awareness and memories. He was neither the man called Cassidy nor Virgil of Ullure any longer. The god had, for all intents and purposes, been born of a most gruesome and terrifying death. No more fitting a beginning for... "Césure Virgule," he murmured, rolling the words through his mouth slowly. It had a ring to it, that was for certain. The next task immediately made itself known to Césure when he cast his awareness more widely, beyond the fortress he found himself in, and realized the world had just experienced its first tsunami. For the first time on Galbar, as far as Césure knew, the fledgling life had experienced cessation. Heedless of his fellow gods, Césure got to his feet, and dusted off his lovely suit. [i]Césure drew upon his godly might, and then paused.[/i] He needed to find a way outside. It appeared as though he would have to deal with the other divinities after all. Looking towards those that he could see in the fortress, he grinned winningly. "Any of you know where the door is? I have to go and harvest those souls out there. Don't want them going off." [hider=Summary]Césure Virgule's origin essentially involved a deranged (and near-dead) god trying to merge his soul with an unassuming human by the name of Cassidy Ryhardt. The resultant being that was created and ended up landing on Galbar then reconstituted into a newborn god, (because there is no way a basically dead god could have stowed that much power in any vessel, let alone a human) and noticed that his job wasn't being carried out properly, despite the abundance of life, and newly dead. He has yet to spend any power however, since he wants to be outside for that. LV. 1 Might: 4 Acts of Creation: 0/2 [/hider]