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Subject 17, Archon of Sound

Status

Location: Temple of the Archons
Notes: Awakened from a slumber

Description

A pale, eyeless, mouthless man. Wears tinted goggles, a bandana, jeans, headphones, rugged clothes, backpacks full of parts.

A female voice spoke out to him, clear, sharp, and purposeful with her words: “I am Etro.” Etro The Seraph, The Archon of Crystal. Strange, he had only just remembered her. Stranger still was that this particular voice was reaching out to him. “I need your help. I am trapped in this temple in a crystal prison, unlockable by the Archon of Sound, Gravity, and Time.” He didn’t know how to use his powers yet; he feared his inadequacy to help. “Have no fear, Archon. You still have time. Be wary, Archons have deflected in the past.” A sharp pain rung through his ears, followed by brilliant colors he couldn’t make sense of. Tap tap tap tap. 17 was annoyed by the sound. Tap tap tap tap. He felt his head pounding, the sound only making his headache worse. Tap tap tap tap. He only wished the sound would stop.

A soul piercing scream erupted from 17. The exact location of the sound’s origin was unclear, as though his entire body seemed to emit the terrifying wail. 17 seized for a moment before grabbing his ears in fear. The sound echoed off the walls of the temple, carrying itself through every hall and room. Any light from fire vanished as they were suffocated by the sound. When it dissipated, 17 slowly uncovered his ears. He heard the presence of someone else nearby and quickly put on his goggles and bandanna before gathering his belongings and standing to face him or her (@SeerOfNone).

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Subject 17, Archon of Sound

Status

Location:
Notes:

Description

A pale, eyeless, mouthless man. Wears tinted goggles, a bandana, jeans, headphones, rugged clothes, backpacks full of parts.

Everyone walked off in various directions. 17 had no idea how to find his room. He sat and thought for a time, content with the quietness of the lobby that they all rifted into. He heard several pairs of footsteps coming from all around, followed by gasps of excitement when everyone found their respective rooms.
He just barely heard the crackling warmth of a fire. It wasn’t necessarily chilly in the main room, but the warmth of a fire was always a pleasant sensation. He got up and followed the sounds. After a long time of wandering, he still hadn’t found the fire. Perhaps it went out, or maybe the door it was hidden behind closed, preventing the sounds from penetrating their barrier. So he sat and listened again, seeing no point in making his way back through the corridors. There was no draft of air. There were no scents other than his own. Only maddening silence.

He put on his headphones.

Still silence.

He took them off.

He took his backpack off and shuffled through his messenger bag. It had been a while since he last injected. Five hypos were left. That would get him through five days if he stretched it. He injected one before placing it back in his bag. He took off his goggles and bandana, leaned heavily against the wall, and fell asleep somewhere between the Library he was chasing and the main halls.

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Etro The Seraph

Status

Location: Temple of the Archons
Notes: Trapped in a prison of crystal

Description

This, minus the sword.

Name: Etro

Age: Undefined

Archon of: Crystal

Archon weapon: Crystalline Belt. Enables Etro to trap up to ten charges of Archon Power within crystals.

Appearance: This, minus the sword

Personality: Cynical, but hides it behind a friendly smile. Her eyes are telling of her true emotions, so she avoids locking them with anyone.

Bio:
Crystals are timeless. They stay the same regardless of the flow of time. They preserve power, beauty, life, and emotion.
Etro saw the end of the world with the Archon of Time three times now. Each time, she was chosen to be the emissary due to her unique ability to crystallize herself. Sending living things through time while keeping them intact is almost impossible, so the crystal shell she creates allows her to travel in one piece. Etro is a direct, purebred descendant from the original Archon of Crystal, the one who aided the others in crystallizing their power for the Archons of the future.
She is trapped in a crystal tomb hidden within the temple of the Archons, waiting for the next iteration in a seemingly endless cycle of death.

Special gear or equipment: Buckler

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So I think we need to have some headers on each of our posts so its easier to keep track of which main character we're controlling. Something along the lines of this. Any ideas?

Subject 17, Archon of Sound

Status

Location:
Notes:

Description

A pale, eyeless, mouthless man. Wears tinted goggles, a bandana, jeans, headphones, rugged clothes, backpacks full of parts.

This way, you can have a current status, description etc. to remind us who or where everyone is.

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Subject 17, Archon of Sound

Status

Location: Temple of The Archons
Notes:

Description

A pale, eyeless, mouthless man. Wears tinted goggles, a bandana, jeans, headphones, rugged clothes, backpacks full of parts.

17 took a seat on the cold hard floor and took off his headphones. He listened as Archon's arrived. The sound of rifts through space opening and closing fascinated him. His attempts to communicate with Ian Marcus didn’t go well. He could communicate his name by pointing to the brand on his chest, but the sign language of W.G.A. was foreign to Marcus.
He listened to Ian Marcus give a short monologue on what was going on. He continued to sit and listen to the conversations of everyone else, keeping tabs on the characters he had just learned about. Everything could be heard with such clarity, as if his sense of hearing had been heightened.

- Ian Marcus. The Archon of Gravity. A woman named Lupus is his mentor. The mention of her name flashed a memory through his head of an eager woman named "Lupus The Patient," an old Archon of Gravity.

- Maddie. Talking to someone in her head. Quite the mouth on this one, with a feisty attitude to go with it.

- Breaker. He distanced himself from the others at first. He could feel his eyes pressing down on him. Silent type. He was occupied thinking something else.

- Jackson, or Jacky. He held something musical in a case. He could hear it’s strings vibrating as he swung it around. He mentioned Draco before walking away. A memory of a large warrior known as “Draco The Strong” was awakened. The Archon of Stone.

- Aella. Apparently the one “Legolas” was directed at. 17 had heard about elves in stories, so her appearance was easy to imagine. She mentioned Sagittarius, which provoked the memory of a guardian known as “Sagittarius The Watcher,” an Archon of Air. She walked off in a different direction than Jacky.

- Haven. Her joke was met with silence, but 17 grinned at hearing her attempt to lighten the mood. She fell silent for now, except for a sigh that seemed to indicate anxiety over the situation.

- Gideon. His breathing could be heard going through a filter. Was this air toxic to him? He uttered only his name and role, establishing himself as Archon of Darkness. He removed his respirator for only a moment. He seemed irritated. He wasn’t friendly.

- A nameless girl spoke up, trying to calm Maddison. She seemed very forward, insulting Ian Marcus’s name. Andromeda reminded 17 of “Andromeda The Siren,” an Archon of water.

There were others who had rifted in, but hadn’t spoken up yet. 17 got up and walked to the man known as Gideon (@J D Jalowiec). 17 thought it would be best to tell him his name, since he announced everyone else’s. He pulled his collar down to expose the brand on his chest. “XVII” was printed in the center, with “seventeen” printed twice in a circle around it. He pointed to it, then to his head.

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Jersh wanted to see this:

Stravier

Who is Stravier? Alex Stravier was a researcher during the early B.R.F. He participated in many interesting projects, including the likes of their first success, Subject 3. But Subject 17 was the most interesting to him. He showed no signs of genetically enhanced powers like the other subjects. Only defects. It didn’t make any sense. The genetic footprint they used was a copy of 16’s, with minor tweaks. 16 was a powerful Breaker who destroyed himself in anger, confusion, and ultimately insanity. 17 was engineered to be a more passive and calm version of 16. The passive genetics worked, but somehow overwrote or hid the Breaker potential. When he escaped, the B.R.F. council members voted to let him leave, but Alex pushed back. He wanted to see if powers eventually developed, so he was left as the sole member of Project 17. He watched 17’s progress and reported regularly to his largely uninterested superiors. Being around 17 was easy on account of his lack of eyesight. In addition, recognizing Alex’s voice wasn’t a problem. They were careful never to reveal their true voices around him. If he ended up like 16, they didn’t want to put anyone in danger. There was the problem of his name though. 17 knew “Alex” was the head of operations on his project, so Alex went by Stravier when he started integrating himself in the life of 17.
Stravier wore what everyone else in The 7th Octant wore: long jackets, gloves, a scarf. The 7th Octant was a harsh environment where summer didn’t last long.
When he moved in with 17, he pretended to be a retired man. Communication was sparse. He played board games, asked riddles, and exercised with 17, but he was no smarter nor athletic than any other citizen. Alex became intrigued with 17’s fixation on sounds. He liked to hear the sounds of the world, rather than see the sights. He indulged himself in some of 17’s favorites, but 17 obviously enjoyed them more.

When Stravier finally came to, he had a wicked headache. He checked the house for 17 and silently cursed himself when he found no trace of him, only an apartment that looked like it had just been robbed. “The B.R.F. is going to kill me.” Outside, he found the W.G.A. Peace Corp crawling the area inspecting a few large impacts on the already cracked central walkway.
Fast forward fifteen minutes. Stravier, after introducing himself to the Peace Corp and taking over the situation, had learned from the witnesses that “a bald man wearing a golden headset, goggles, and a bandana was walking down the street when his footsteps suddenly caused everyone nearby to be deafened and knocked back slightly. After a few steps like this, he disappeared with a blast that carried more force than the others combined.”
17 was his life work. To have him literally disappear on him like this was devastating. But the sonic boom inducing blows the ground? That was truly and interesting and unprecedented power. That discovery alone will keep Project 17 alive at the B.R.F, not to mention the golden headphones 17 had acquired.
Getting the attention of anyone at B.R.F. Headquarters was a trial. Everyone was bustling about at the sighting of a rogue S-Class Breaker that had set Byrgenwerth Square in the 3rd Octant on fire. He couldn’t get anyone to investigate the anomaly he had just witnessed, especially with 17 not even classified as a Breaker, so he walked in and did the research himself.
The B.R.F. knew of the headphones. They were found drifting through space with some otherworldly debris. They were made of a foreign metal, foreign leather, and intricate mechanical workings that seemingly accomplished nothing. They were researched for a time, but the materials weren’t useful enough to be tested any further. It was locked away in the vault. According to records, it was still there. The powers 17 showed weren’t documented. Stopping a bullet with a sonic boom, causing craters accompanied by more super-sonic events? He quickly made an Anomaly Report, archived it, and updated 17’s profile. He wasn’t going to find out anything more here.

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Subject 17, Archon of Sound

Status

Location: Temple of The Archons
Notes: On the floor

Description

A pale, eyeless, mouthless man. Wears tinted goggles, a bandana, jeans, headphones, rugged clothes, backpacks full of parts.

Stravier looked at 17 in panic. He knew not how the artifact worked, only that he could understand every thought racing through 17’s head. He froze, hoping 17 couldn’t hear his thoughts.
“Can you hear me too?”
17 shook his head at the same time the thought “no” popped into Stravier’s head.
He breathed a sigh of relief, causing 17 to become wary of his motives. Stravier was immediately made aware of this fact and began thinking of a way out. He thought about asking why he suddenly didn’t trust him, but realized the futility in that because they both knew exactly what 17 meant. Instead, he attempted to explain himself while reaching slowly for the revolver on his hip.
“It’s not what you think.”
17 indicated that he could hear what he was doing. In one smooth motion, Stravier grabbed his gun, pulled the hammer, aimed for 17’s head, and pulled the trigger. In a sudden reaction to hearing the loud crack of the revolver, 17 tried to protect himself from the bullet by throwing his hands and arms in front of his face. Instead of the sharp pain 17 was expecting, he was pushed back by a powerful force and a deafening boom. He felt the connection he had to Stravier sever as he slammed against the floor. 17 heard the bullet fall to the floor beneath where he had expected it to hit him.
“Run.”
He picked up his bags automatically and ran for the door, only to trip over Stravier’s unconscious body. 17 remembered the headphones, grabbed them, and put them around his neck as he loudly made his way down the metal stairs outside his third floor apartment. 17 heard people opening their doors and shutters, shuffling out onto the streets in search of the loud boom they had heard moments before. To keep from drawing attention to himself, he put the headphones on and kept his head down. Most had seen him before, and knew this was normal behavior.
17’s mind became an echo chamber for his and Echo’s thoughts. Careful who you trust, he was BRF, you have to leave, they know I’m still alive, careful who you let in, he was my only friend, the mind is a fragile place, where will I run, just run, I thought I was done running, run to the temple, what temple, run to the temple, WHAT TEMPLE, RUN TO THE TEMPLE, just walk faster, think harder, I’m tired of thinking, think harder, YOU DON’T KNOW, I KNOW, they tortured ME, they tortured me, we both know that, we both know that, why me?, I don't know, keep walking faster, Welcome echoed through the room. It was warm. It was empty. The floor was cool and hard. The voice of a young man said “Welcome to the temple, Archon.”

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Aaron told me to post, so here's my post.