[hider=Daniel Telem - And the Lord said unto Moses, Yet will I bring one plague more upon Pharaoh, and upon Egypt] [h1][color=669900]โˆ[/color] WHO AM I? [color=669900]โˆ[/color][/h1] [quote][quote] [indent][indent][right][h3][color=669900]ใ€‹[/color] ๐–ก๐– ๐–ฒ๐–จ๐–ข๐–ฒ: Daniel Telem [color=669900][b]||[/b][/color] 20 [color=669900][b]||[/b][/color] Mal'akh [/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent][right][i][color=669900]"I'm running on a mixture of spite, erythropoietin, and clinical strength bronchodilators. So yeah, not doing so hot."[/color][/i][/right][/indent][/indent] [indent][indent] [center][b]MEDICAL EXAMINER REPORT[/b][/center][table][row][cell][/cell][cell][/cell][/row] [row][cell]Name: โ– โ– โ– โ– โ– โ– โ– โ– โ– โ– โ– โ– โ– โ–  Date of Birth: August 5, 2022 Age: 26 Race: Human (Caucasian) Sex: Male[/cell][cell]Medical Examiner #: โ– โ– -โ– โ– -โ– โ– โ– โ–  Date of Death: May 15, 2049 Time of Death (Estimated): 1830-2000 Hours Date of Exam: May 16, 2049 Time of Exam: 0800 Hours[/cell][/row][/table] [center][b]FINAL DIAGNOSES AND FINDINGS[/b][/center] [list][*]Widespread rupturing of soft tissue abscesses.[list][*]Cutaneous abscesses present within exanthematous rash in repetitive patterns resembling known starmark. [*]Internal lesions apparent on upper and lower lobe of both lungs. [*]Large volumes of blood present in major bronchi upon examination.[/list] [*]Evidence of rapid onset pulmonary sarcoidosis and extensive respiratory inflammation. [*]Generalized pallor and evidence of exsanguination. [*]No evidence of physical trauma or laceration despite extensive wounding. [*]Serology returned no evidence of causative agent of infection. [*]Notable lack of lymphatic swelling despite evidence of immune response.[/list] Cause of Death: Exsanguination from extensive cutaneous and internal lesions across the body. Manner of Death: Contact with Starweaver identified as Telem, Daniel. [/indent][/indent] [indent][indent][right][h3][color=669900]ใ€‹[/color] ๐– ๐–ฏ๐–ฏ๐–ค๐– ๐–ฑ๐– ๐–ญ๐–ข๐–ค: 175cm tall [color=669900][b]||[/b][/color] 65 kg [/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][hr] [indent][indent][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a280912d-9ac2-4a1b-9bc2-bb10386f1a16.png[/img][/center][/indent][/indent] [indent][indent]Daniel is a diminutive, sickly boy with alabaster-pale skin and unpigmented hair that would drive a hairdresser to tears with how lifelessly it drapes over his head. His eyes are an unexpressive pale blue, contrasted starkly against the dark circles that always hang under them. The rest of his face is veiled near-constantly by a magitech gas mask to keep pollution and other irritants from his disease-weakened lungs, which only exacerbates his taciturn appearance. When he speaks, his voice is a flat monotone that rings with a subtle but haunting echo as enthralling as it is unsettling, partially from the mask's distortion and partially from his mal'akh heritage. Daniel's silhouette is slender and unimposing, though a glimpse of him unclothed would suggest his figure derives more from ill health than any lean musculature. He moves with a languid, ethereal grace, not one for animated movement unless he's in immediate danger. Despite this general malaise, Daniel has a habit of restlessly bouncing his leg when he's irritated or deep in thought. His wings manifest as shadowy feathered appendages that appear opaque at the base but taper out into near-translucent tatters that resemble worn and ripped cloth at their distal ends. Even their substance grows more ephemeral away from the base, being wholly solid at first before growing akin to animated shadows that barely register as a feather-light tickle on contact. They're not particularly large; even unfurled in all their spectral glory, his wings would barely extend past his armspan, and the projections at the tips are easily malleable enough that the wings can be hidden under a heavy coat for convenience or to keep a low profile.[/indent][/indent] [/quote] [indent][indent][indent][right][h3][color=669900]ใ€‹[/color] ๐–ฏ๐–ค๐–ฑ๐–ฒ๐–ฎ๐–ญ๐– ๐–ซ๐–จ๐–ณ๐–ธ[/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr] [indent][indent][indent]Daniel is fairly inexpressive, and keeps his reactions neutral if not aloof. Not to say he's emotionless, but he isn't very outwardly emotive. This isn't helped by the mask covering the lower half of his face, which leaves onlookers with few visual cues beyond eye movement and body language as to what's on Daniel's mind. Even then, the external portrayal of most of his emotional extremes are muted and subtle, with abject horror perhaps expressing itself as wide-eyed surprise, or overbearing excitement presenting as a simple narrowing at the corners of his eyes. One of the few things that can reliably provoke an emotional response from the boy is people blatantly pitying him, though even his anger at that is a cold seething rather than hot and explosive rage. Despite his aloofness, Daniel doesn't actively avoid interaction, but he's quite used to being alone; no grade schoolers really wanted to be friends with the sick kid that was always in and out of school, after all. He's quite desensitized to death and the prospect of dying, which could be interpreted as fearlessness or foolhardiness, depending on one's outlook. This makes him [i]open[/i] to risky actions, though he's not usually a proponent of them. Likewise, the mal'akh is typically agreeable and not one to defy orders from a superior or reject a consensus of his peers unless he finds the decision exceptionally misguided. When it comes to his ability, he's hesitant to make use of it in any circumstance where he doesn't feel he's in explicit danger, but is fully willing to condemn entire swaths of people to death with perfect clinical detachment should he be forced into action. A subdued opponent appealing for mercy can generally tug enough of the apathetic boy's heartstrings to be granted a reprieve and Daniel is usually quite forgiving, but there's only so many life-threatening actions one can forgive a person for before it becomes simple stupidity. [/indent][/indent][/indent] [indent][indent][indent][right][h3][color=669900]ใ€‹[/color] ๐–ง๐–จ๐–ฒ๐–ณ๐–ฎ๐–ฑ๐–ธ[/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr] [indent][indent][indent]Daniel Telem was going to die. He was reminded of this in every hospital ceiling he stared up at, in every glimpse of his sunken cheeks in the mirror, in every pill bottle and every inhaler. As a child, it scared him. The novelty wore off in his teens. He did not [i]want[/i] to die, but he knew it would happen eventually; that he'd staved it off longer than expected was a hollow victory in his eyes. The mal'akh boy had been sickly from a young age, cursed with failing lungs and chronic illness that left him in and out of hospitals throughout his entire childhood. Even when healing magic and medical magitech put his symptoms in remission and he found the strength to get out of bed long enough to function normally, Daniel was always ever-wary of triggering another horrible coughing fit that would land him back in the hospital. Naturally, with all the free time he possessed laying in bed, he took up magic as soon as he was able; if Daniel could barely walk on his own, he'd fly instead. If he had to slink back to the hospital for a healing spell, he'd make every attempt to cast it himself. It was the smallest bit of freedom he could grasp for. Throughout his teenage years, his health showed marked improvement, but every period of much-sought freedom for the boy - though they grew longer and longer each time - would always end far too soon in potential suffocation or crippling exhaustion. He was eighteen when he was discharged from the hospital for the last time. Four hours later, he was cornered during a walk around town; a group of hoodlums had apparently decided the sick-looking kid was an easy mark. Such a cruel mistress fate was, trading one method of death for another. Well, maybe not; he didn't exactly have money, they might've just let him go. He never got to find out. Mere seconds after that, Daniel heard his own voice ringing in his ears, affectionately urging him to wake up like his mother would when she visited him in the hospital. Within a minute, Daniel's assailants had fled at the sight of the starmark igniting above his brow. By the end of the day, they'd all died agonizing deaths in a puddle of their own bodily fluids, along with a few of their friends that foolishly tried to help. The police helpfully provided pictures when Daniel didn't believe them. He was under government contract by [i]gentle coercion[/i] soon after, too dangerous to be left alone but too useful to be discreetly disposed of. He hadn't bothered to call their bluff; the terms were agreeable enough to him. Aside from occasional deployment on law enforcement's behalf - criminals were quick to turn themselves in when they were oozing blood from every orifice and were told their only salvation was peaceful surrender - Daniel was mostly left alone. Sure, the comfortable apartment in New York his employers had provided was definitely under regular survelliance and he was called in by lab coats to show off his ability in probably-not-legal-or-humane experiments more than he probably should've been comfortable with, but otherwise it seemed like he was being paid simply to [i]not[/i] use his ability. He only needed to exist as an unspoken threat at the negotiating table to be of use, though such a status meant he was usually swamped with offers from other people looking to undercut America's new bargaining chip. It was in New York that Daniel encountered the fog. The day was otherwise mundane; a step outside a local restaurant sent him into a foggy haze where he'd been certain there was a sunny afternoon previously. Before any wild theories as to the cause entered his mind, the mal'akh was assaulted with emotion like a punch to the gut. A nostalgia for experiences he never had, places he'd never been, all coalesced into the painful clarity that his childhood was over and he'd wasted it in a hospital bed gasping for breath. Perhaps he was romanticizing things, perhaps his health really wouldn't have allowed him to live his life any differently, but Daniel couldn't shake the feeling he'd lost out on some cherished, idyllic time that he'd never get back. He was alone in another prison, about to spend his adulthood in the same lonely blur. The fog faded away moments after, but he barely noticed. [/indent][/indent][/indent] [/quote] [indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][center][h1][color=669900]โœฃ[/color][/h1][/center][h1][color=669900]โ˜ฃ[/color] WAKE UP, STARWEAVER [color=669900]โ˜ฃ[/color][/h1][quote][quote] [indent][indent][right][h3][color=669900]โ–[/color] ๐–ฌ๐– ๐–ฆ๐–จ๐–ข[/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent][right][i][color=669900]CONTAGION[/color][/i][/right][/indent][/indent] [indent][indent][table][row][cell][right][color=669900]ยป[/color] ๐–ฒ๐–ณ๐–ฑ๐–ค๐–ญ๐–ฆ๐–ณ๐–ง[/right][/cell][cell][right][color=669900]ยป[/color] ๐–ฒ๐–ด๐–ฏ๐–ฏ๐–ฎ๐–ฑ๐–ณ[/right][/cell][cell][right][color=669900]ยป[/color] ๐–ฃ๐–ค๐–ท๐–ณ๐–ค๐–ฑ๐–จ๐–ณ๐–ธ[/right][/cell][cell][right][color=669900]ยป[/color] ๐–ฃ๐–ค๐–ฅ๐–ค๐–ญ๐–ฒ๐–ค[/right][/cell][cell][right][color=669900]ยป[/color] ๐–ฒ๐–ณ๐– ๐–ฌ๐–จ๐–ญ๐– [/right][/cell][/row] [row][cell][center][color=669900]โ˜…[/color]โ˜†โ˜†โ˜†โ˜†[/center][/cell][cell][center][color=669900]โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…[/color]โ˜†[/center][/cell][cell][center][color=669900]โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…[/color]โ˜†[/center][/cell][cell][center][color=669900]โ˜…โ˜…[/color]โ˜†โ˜†โ˜†[/center][/cell][cell][center][color=669900]โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…[/color]โ˜†โ˜†[/center][/cell][/row][/table][/indent][/indent] [indent][indent]The fate of all things is to eventually wither and die; such decay is written in the stars when they too flicker out at last. Those who band together and seek comfort from this eventuality will learn but one inescapable truth: all end up alone in the cold embrace of the grave. This is the futility of mortal connection laid bare for all to see by Contagion's horrors. The ability begins as a sickly green mist that Daniel coalesces around himself in an ever-growing cloud. The cloud does little to reduce visibility despite its color, and the mist itself feels damp and slightly sticky. It cannot penetrate skin but mucous membranes and open wounds are both easily colonized once a victim makes contact with the cloud. No biological function can halt the disease's progression after infection, nor can survivors of the disease gain any degree of immunity to it should they be infected a second time. Contagion is a disease of the soul, the target's very life essence; it bypasses the host immune system entirely because it simply is not a physical pathogen. Even magical healing can only treat symptoms or stall until Contagion has run its course naturally, though this may put the healer themself at risk should they stray too close to the infected. Upon initial infection, the target is immediately overcome with a sense of weakness and general feverishness. Respiratory distress soon follows, causing shortness of breath and a hacking cough that expels the same noxious mist that Daniel can generate himself, which clings to the infected and turns them into a walking biohazard. At this stage, the victim becomes capable of transmitting the disease to others. Rashes break out across the body, typically in the shape of Daniel's starmark wherever possible, which progress into pustulent boils that leak contagious mist and bleed profusely if and when they pop. The victim may also begin hacking up blood if they contracted Contagion through inhalation at this point. Eventually, the boils will form and burst so frequently that the skin simply flakes off and creates massive open wounds, staining grotesque crimson starmarks into whatever fabric the victim is fruitlessly using to stem the bleeding. If the poor bastard hasn't died from blood loss by the final stage of infection, widespread internal hemorrhaging eventually leads to mass organ failure and certain death as the last spark of life energy is siphoned from the victim's pitiful husk. After death, the mist gradually dissipates in about a minute, but will continue to cling to the corpse until then, barring a strong wind or other means of spread. The corpse itself retains no trace of Contagion and is no longer contagious after the mist fades. As any infectious disease, Contagion flourishes in interaction and dies in isolation; a victim must remain within around forty meters of another infected person (or Daniel himself) for the disease to continue progressing, and this can include those the victim infected personally. Failing to meet this criteria will cause the symptoms to slowly recede at roughly the same rate they appeared. Wounds won't spontaneously close, but new boils will stop forming, coughing fits will become less frequent, etc. Only when the fever finally breaks and chills stop wracking the victim's body is it safe for them to approach others again. Conversely, being in the presence of larger numbers of infected people will cause symptoms to progress much faster than normal, with two people alone in a room perhaps taking hours to reach the final stage of infection while a tightly packed crowd might succumb to their fate in mere minutes. While Contagion is an exceptionally deadly power, especially in populated areas, it cannot distinguish friend from foe; only Daniel himself is immune to its effects. He can dispel the disease with a touch as a last resort, though this does little good for victims who were infected outside his notice or those that had already sustained gruesome lesions or crippling organ damage before Daniel had a chance to cure them. Though Daniel is as magically potent as any trained caster among the mal'akhim and a competent flyer (beats coughing up a lung after he tries running), he's physically pathetic even by his race's standards. A cocktail of performance-enhancing drugs and mal'akh restorative magic keeps him functional as a combatant, but he's still reliant on arcane means where his body fails him. As such, he tries to exert himself physically as little as possible during a fight, using his Starweaver ability to dissuade foes from getting close and his aerial dexterity to avoid anything at range.[/indent][/indent] [/quote][indent][indent][indent][right][h3][color=669900]โ–[/color] TELEGRAPH[/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr] [indent][indent][indent]Daniel's starmark is a swirling, vaguely circular sigil, with descending lines that break off in varying lengths that look as though the curves are bleeding. The mark burns with haunting red luminescence above the heads of the infected and Daniel himself, and the sigil can vaguely be glimpsed in the rolling currents of his virulent clouds if one stares at it long enough.[/indent][/indent][/indent] [quote][indent][indent][right][h3][color=669900]โ–[/color] ๐–ฌ๐–ด๐–ฒ๐–จ๐–ข[/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent][table][row][cell][color=669900]โ–[/color] PLAYLIST[/cell][cell][color=669900]โ–[/color] SONG[/cell][/row][row][cell]OPENING THEME[/cell][cell][url=https://youtu.be/Pa67b28h0vY]Travis Scott - ASTROTHUNDER[/url][/cell][/row][row][cell]CASUAL THEME[/cell][cell][url=https://youtu.be/M6surn2WXHY]Persona 3 OST - Living With Determination -Iwatodai Station Arrange-[/url][/cell][/row][row][cell]BATTLE THEME[/cell][cell][url=https://youtu.be/VK8wsE3HDXk]JJBA Part 5 OST - Virus[/url][/cell][/row][row][cell]ENDING THEME[/cell][cell][url=https://youtu.be/TUfuDKKGQxU]Kanye West - Street Lights[/url][/cell][/row][/table][/indent][/indent][/quote][/quote][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][center][h1][color=669900]โ™•[/color][/h1][/center] [/hider]