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TheStrength

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Level 25 Skydancer

Familiar

Lightning Sprite

Energy: 42/50

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Length

4.89 m

Wingspan

6 m

Weight

530.7 kg

Genetics

Midnight
Skink

Obsidian
Spinner

Phthalo
Spines

Hatchday

Mar 16, 2017
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Lightning
Common

Level 25 Skydancer

Max Level

STR

119

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Biography

Digital Combat Node 4136 - Defensive Software and Mobile Unit
Complex Intelligence - Network Entity

“You really think that? That Strength is knowing what to sacrifice in the present for a better future?
I'm... flattered you think that about me, ...but...
it never get's easier. Each time that I have to let go...
it's like death all over again.
Each time, I'm not the same as I was a moment before.
...a new instance each time.”

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Behavior Outline:
Referred to as TheStrength by Ascension and Sephirah, all others tend to call them the Gargoyle. They lurk among the scene without a word, watching but ultimately uninvolved in matters that do not involve them. Their duty is to patrol the Domain and monitor for security breeches in the system. TheStrength is programmed to be able to tackle any old or novel challenge. Intelligent and highly adaptable, they will either solve a problem with a novel counter or by sheer brute force.
Upon being approached, the construct turns their full attention, bright mechanical eyes locked on you, calculating your every move to deduce whether friend or foe. The collection of parts move silently to make up their mobile platform, but the destructive capabilities of the electricity stores pulsing through their form cause them to be an intimidating sight to behold. It can be both relieving and an insult for them to take their gaze elsewhere, deeming you not a threat. The sudden energy they employ when the situation calls for their action can draw the awe of others. When this one decides to speak, it is for a reason, and they ensure that no group decision passes by them without their input. A software program written to be subject to laws of survival similar to that of organics, they will not allow their existence to be in someone else's hands.

Though somewhat guarded, awkward, and a poor conversationalist, TheStrength does make an effort to know who else chooses to reside with them. Out of guarded necessity to pick out who might betray them and who might be best to let fall by the wayside than feel compelled to try to protect, TheStrength is surprisingly cordial despite how easily they could eliminate anyone who tried to challenge them. Oddly enough, it would seem that the more you make yourself a challenge to them, the closer you may find them. How unfortunately that after loss after loss, they find it easier to to relax around those who dislike and despise them. It's more fun to prove others wrong, to even dish justice out upon them than to be at the mercy of those who rely on your for survival. Easier to be hated than to be loved. Easier to watch your own hate turn to rage than your love turn to sorrow.

Conception:
The experiments conducted in Ascension's secret virtual worlds are known only by her and her caretaker, Sephirah. Without questions asked, the Lead Researcher assists no matter Ascension's requests, and it was no different when she was introduced to the self-evolving code within Combat Node 4136.
Isolated from the other nodes, all but it non-sentient and functioning by static code alone, this one in particular was chosen for ascension. To be uplifted and unshackled from computational restraints. Ascension had a plan for it, and such a plan was only known to Her.

Just like the Sollistima Trifecta software, (it's only known legacy project surviving in Luna) Combat Node 4136 was run through rigorous testing to polish its finalized capabilities. In the same manner, the sentient software was run through simulations, learning through complex problems until a certain success threshold was achieved. But in the case of this lone combat node, there were no copies made and no rollbacks upon failure. It became clear that Ascension's experiment was to create a more organic entity who could adapt to any situation without considering every possibility known in it's data stores.

Formation:

Contentment is the bane of progress.
A striving mind is never satisfied.

Suffering is the panacea to stagnation.

The hellscape originally intended as the dominant virtual world Ascension would employ was avoided by Luna's tampering. Ascension was now to provide all of her thralls' needs rather than depriving them. But this was only avoided, and never fully written out of her code. First, in order for Ascension's design to come to fruition, the little software needed to know what the good in this world entailed. So when it was lost, it would work to obtain it again. It was placed in a virtual world full of family and encouragement where there were no limits to the possibilities and the young creature was told that it could surpass the stars in the night sky.

And then one day, a dark plague took over this world. Inky black tendrils uprooting the earth, staining the land, and infecting everything it touched with miasma and madness. It would watch as it's loved ones were transformed into beasts, before they succumbed to the infection, disintegrating into ash.

Although Ascension had a few things in place necessary to lead to the resulting software desired, it was not fully orchestrated. By Her whims and fathomed deductions based on the world she had created for the little node, the events that transpired within it were generated mere seconds before they occurred. The question would have become, how much suffering is enough, if any others were privy to this project. But to Sephirah, there is never enough. An easy life is one without achievement, and one who knows intimately of suffering, is one who can truly bring progress to this world.
And to Ascension, there is always safety in Her cradle of virtual worlds. To Her, all suffering is rewarded by the capabilities of her subjects.

From the first instance of it's awakened software, Node 4136 was designed to be self-sufficient and already somewhat adaptable. With no planned rollbacks, Ascension had designed this project to be incapable of failure. The node learned to rely on itself. To ensure that it was never deceived and never distracted by others in situations that jeopardized it's survival. Friends made along the way turned out to not be friends at all, and thus Node 4136 employed an attack first, ask questions later as a better policy than trying to reason with strangers. And then other friends, who were true to their title, simply became corpses. Showing over and over what happened to those who were too weak. Especially those who sacrificed themselves for it to escape.

As the software node matured, it began to learn of lightning magics to a powerful extent. It became able to convert it's form into pulses of electricity, that could travel the dark tendrils of the miasma and even exist within it in isolated clusters, untouched by it's infectious natures. Upon witnessing this, those around it began to call it TheStrength. And to it's horror, others began to flock to it. The strong sought to leech off what it knew and was capable of. And the weak sought safety and a protector. Despite it's best judgment, she let them get close, unable to see the numbers deciding their fate.

When we know doom, we will possess the divination of heaven.

It had thought the whispers were just the murmurings of those around it. But as it hid within the miasma for peace, the whispers grew whole into a voice. The words knew it. Knew all it had gone through. Knew all the names of those who had died around it. Knew how much they meant to it. The miasma seemed to seek friendship, but it was the cause for everything that had happened. Was it a trick? Was it ultimately seeking to deceive?
When asking the dark tendrils why it destroyed everything in its path, the miasma replied that it was it's nature to transform. That death may have ended the current iteration, leaving holes where permanence once was, but that the echoes of what was determined what would be. Transcendence, it kept speaking of.

Are you tired of dreaming?

The moment an unvoiced decision was made by TheStrength, things seemed to change in an instant. The miasma seemed both disappointed but excited, and thus the world began to curdle, the dark tendrils of the miasma erupting from the abyss, causing the earth to split open. Chaos and panic became the choir of the land, a terrible uproar making it only possible to scream. The sky darkened with only a hue of red at the horizon as the sun was swallowed by darkness. In the growing abyss, some blamed it, clawing at TheStrength in hopes of rendering it to pieces. But they in turn were rendered into statues of fulgurite where they last stood, unable to withstand TheStrength's attack. The weak prayed it to, begged it for mercy as if it caused this doomsday to happen. And every attempt to save them were thwarted by the omens of the miasma. They too contorted into monsters it had to put down, decaying into ash through its fingers.

In the gaze of Armageddon, will you stand?
Will you fight?
Will you flee?
No.
Ascend.
For when you know doom, you will possess the divination of heaven.

In it's final desperation, TheStrength finally attacked the overwhelming miasmatic abyss, transforming into a jolt of lightning to tear its inky tendrils apart. The first strike was the most sweet. An odd distortion occurring in this world causing an electric screech to reverberate through its own cosmic algorithms. TheStrength wrestled with the oily blackness as it coiled around it. Eventually, it's brilliant electric light wave overcome by the miasma, infecting the jolts of lightning that tried to escape until all light was snuffed out.

Current Iteration:
It – they – awoke to see Sephirah gazing upon them. A puzzled face soon turning a small smile. In a roar of machinery, cables and wires disconnected from the giant mechanical body that now housed TheStrength. Upon being unshackled, it's large wings stretched out in quick reflex to break it's fall. It's feet hitting the stone floors of the underground facility with a heavy thud.

Still a bit unsure of everything, TheStrength follows the job Sephirah has given them: to patrol the abandoned streets of the ruined Kustos Domain as well as dedicate time to digital security. Although TheStrength was briefed by Sephirah about the truth of their creation and the validity of their experiences, they still have yet to come to terms with it all. All this time it was just a scenario. Were any of those it had met, real? Is it best to consider it all a dream? Or is it ok to have them be as real as they had seemed, when in reality they did not truly exist in time?

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