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DIASST

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GW/FP TRAINER (1-FOD)

Familiar

Waxwing Cultivator

Energy: 50 50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.61 m

Wingspan

6.58 m

Weight

525.45 kg

Genetics

Chartreuse
Cherub

Antique
Seraph

Garnet
Basic

Hatchday

Apr 21, 2019
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Nature
Glowing

Level 25 Skydancer

Max Level

STR

111

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

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DIA OG

build;
GENERAL COLI FARMER + FORBIDDEN PORTAL TRAINER

RESTING EASY . LOGIC FUNCTIONING . REASON PROGRAMMING . KILL .

When the universe was born, there were no creatures around to sing praise to its creator - Her hands weaved through nothing to create something, and the something moved towards Her warm, loving light. The something split into two, then three - three brothers that twisted and grabbed for her embrace. Their first steps were taken together and quickly grew discordant, as without any guidance, they were left on their own. The creator coiled, supporting Her first sons as gently as possible (for they were oh so fragile), and quickly, they grew. Time was the first to open his eyes, for he was the first born, with Gravity and Space quickly following suit - they clung to the eldest for support. When the universe was new, the family thrived, and the Base grew warm with play.

A threat - the children were turned into soldiers. The creature of opposites, a King to rival the Queen, grew ever present, intent on lashing out and claiming the new universe as His own. She roared in defiance and sent the trio to attack, a war growing in the fields they once cherished as playgrounds, each was struck and screamed out for help. The war was quick - only a few moments, a few breaths, and then it was all over. Each was struck down and crippled - Time, blinded; Gravity, broken; and Space, poisoned.

In retaliation, the Mother stepped from Her throne, head bowed in respect to the new ruler - only to cut through the beast's body once He approached Her. He was tossed to the depths and sealed away and She turned to Her children, crystals falling from Her eyes in mourning. Taking their broken bodies in Her arms, She returned to the throne and placed them in Stasis to heal.

It wasn't until the universe had grown colder that the brothers awoke again, their bodies mangled yet healed as far as they could be - Time awoke with a start to find lithium filling the holes where the Father cut. Immediately, he looked over at his brothers; Gravity was beginning to awaken as well, yet Space was still. The Mother stepped from her throne to try and rouse him, but he did not move. "We must give him time," She simply stated, "You may go and explore your universe."

It was millions of years until Space showed signs of revival; Time had been mentioning how the planets had started to form and how the stars burned with life, how he was missing his creations' lives. Eyes that originally glowed light white now burned cyan, staring at Time like he was something unknown - and in that instant, Time felt fear. Fear for himself and fear for all, but he had no idea what it meant. Timelines, unknown at first, flashed through his mind, warning signs of things he didn't understand. Yet, it was gone just as soon as it had come and he was left reeling.

In the coming centuries, they trained under the Mother's commands (She must've been worried about the future from what Time had shared of his visions). It was difficult and left them exhausted and bloodied, but it was necessary. One time however, they sparred in the Hall, Her artifacts glimmering brightly in the light of their attacks. At one point, Space had grabbed the Spear, alarming Time at his brash actions ('Brother what are you doing? We're not allowed to touch those.') - and then the slew of future sights slammed into him.

He didn't have enough time to react, claws reaching out and pinning his body to the floor, the glass cold on his flesh. He didn't cry nor scream, merely confused at why his brother was lashing out this way, until the searing hot burn of Space's claws digging into his face registered. He was going down a route he hadn't predicted, white blood pouring from the wound as the nails dug and dug down, tearing his eye to pieces while Space laughed. Time grabbed fruitlessly at Space's arm, feeling scales where skin should've been, but he just couldn't see what it was - he screamed for his brother to stop, to stop, to stop, over and over, those claws only leaving the wound to bring Time's ruined eye to his fanged mouth - Time writhed and screamed, clawing aimlessly at the ground until, through tears, he could vaguely make out the shape of the Spear.

Grabbing it, he screeched and swung it towards his brother, the blade cutting neatly across Space's face and sending him back with a hiss. Time could barely believe what he saw; spines, eyes, and unknown sigils covered the deity's body, claws and teeth made of glass arching and splitting through Space's flesh at random - and then there was a blinding light.

When Time awoke again, the air had changed, now seemingly charged with an unknown energy; he watched as his Mother bristled and roared, commanding his brother to the Abyss. Space roared back, challenging Her - yet all fell silent when Gravity stepped forward and questioned why She would sentence one of the brothers to death. "This universe can't exist without him."

Time couldn't hear what she said in response - and in an instant, the Home turned hostile. Space was sent off, and the Mother grew silent ever since. With every day that passed, Time grew ever obedient, not wishing to fall in the same way Space had - his mind warped to follow Her orders and Her orders alone. It's not like he had any choice in the matter anyways.

And with every passing day he was forced to feel his missing eye, animosity grew within him.

However, as time went by, he was forced to continue to monitor his brother, flying back and forth from the Base to report on what he found, what condition his brother was in, and when would be a good time to officially strike him down. That time never officially came, and with every minute he was left wondering, the more he began to question the Base's tactics.

Repeatedly, he found many viable opportunities to kill his remaining brother, yet... he was always denied. Denied the chance to prove himself. It truly enraged him, the fear of what his brother was capable of nesting deep in his thoughts until he became paranoid of it all.

As of now, he never sleeps. He never lowers his guard, always alert to his surroundings just in case anyone gets any bright ideas.

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