Vriix

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Vriix, the Seeker

"I would have done anything to be the only one who died that day. I would have done everything to protect her. But the past is the past, there is not time to dwell on regrets and events we can never hope to change. The time is now, and now is the time to fight."- Vriix

Full Name: True name Unknown, called "Vriix"

Pronunciation: Vr-eye-x

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown

Sect: Basic

Physical Description: Vriix is a very unique creature. He has the basic form of an Ineoalio. His limbs are long and sleek, with small feet and long fingers. As well, he has the trademark bulb tail. But, a lot of things are still different. Starting from the top:

Vriix's face is bony, but not overly so. He has deep bags under his eyes with a sharp jaw. His nose and chin end in a soft point while his mouth is wide. His lips are a pale grey against the very pale tone of his skin. His left eye is covered with a metal plate that is soft to his face. His right eye is always droopy; with a sort of bored look overall on his features. He has dull dark violet hair that is quite messy. The majority of the longish length hair is back in a braid. While in this braid, the ends stop at the bottom of his shoulder blades. He also has two smaller braids on the side of his face with smaller bones hanging off them. Vriix's horns are a silver color, they shine a bit. He has two pairs: one long slight ridged pair that shoots back behind his head and smaller thinner horns that curve around to his bottom jaw. The tip of this one points downward and the inside is a segmented hollowed out area. He also has bones and other things hanging from these.

Vriix stands in a hunched position. His chest is bony, with almost all of his ribs showing when he doesn't have clothes on. His spine is more visible than any other bone because of the hunch. Vriix's spines travel all the way down to his tail, stopping about halfway down it. The spines are a silver that matches his horns. The bases of the first few are hidden by his dull violet fur that poofs up from his shoulder blades. Vriix has two violet stripes going down his back on either side of his spines for unknown reasons. His belly sinks in and then fleshes back out when it gets to his hip. His legs are sleek and long, with small feet.

His tail ends in the Ineoalian bulb, though his reproductive organs have long since been removed. He has a row of longer spines around the base of his bulb, with his fur covering the bases. The petals of the bulb have been down together.

Vriix's arms have been adapted to grow into long sleek wings. The wing arm is slightly longer than the entire length of his tail while his upper wing arm is normal length. The wing only has two wing fingers; the rest of the area is a thin yet strong wing membrane. The wing is longer than it is wide except at the base. The membrane stretches halfway down his tail. The topside of his wings is his normal skin color (very pale) while the underside is a dull violet with two thin silver stripes hear the end. Vriix uses his wings when walking sometimes, stating he finds it more comfortable than trying to figure out where to place the large unwieldy limbs. The wings have two normal fingers and a thumb on each, allowing him to still pick up and manipulate objects. Despite the fragile look of the wings, Vriix can lift up to three times his own body weight with no problems. His wings can also resist breaking even at a force of 845 psi.

Vriix also has patches of dull violet skin like n his face, his wing arms, his back and his legs. The top of his tail and the bulb are completely this color.

Eye Colors: Day eye is a silver while night eye is a violet. Only his right eye is visible, the other eye is pure violet and sown shut. He also has a metal eye patch sown to his face to cover that.

Skin Tone: Very pale. Sometimes in bright lights or at night he can look white.

Secondary Skin Color: Dull violet

Hair Color: Dull violet

Hair Style: Uncombed and unwashed for many years. His hair is very wild and has a straw-y feel to it. The back is braided in a very messy braid. He end is held with a strip of dried flesh. On the sides he has smaller braids with bones hanging from the ends. On the end of the right one, a small rainbow colored beaded earring hangs. It’s the only true piece of jewelry on him.

Fur Color: Dull violet, the tips are silver at times.

Scars: Vriix has many scars all over his body. From small holes to large holes to long gashes and surgical cuts, they are constant reminders of the hell he went through. They are the only non silver/violet color on his skin (they are a pale green because Ineoalio flesh is greenish yellow)

Height: 7 feet if he stood up tall, but he hunches. Because of that, he only looks 6
feet.

Weight: 70 lbs lbs

Personality: Most of the time, Vriix will seem like the quiet type. He’ll normally stay silent until asked to join a conversation, which is odd compared to his other side. Once Vriix has been invited, he will no longer act shy and silent. He speaks his mind right up front and doesn’t hold anything he wants to say back. He doesn't see the point in being polite or politically correct as that just hinders the point one needs to get across. He acts like he knows better, and in a way this can be true.

He is very observant and pays attention to details. Everything is calculated and his mind is always turning. He will also act like he does not care about anyone else, thinking them unimportant. It is very hard to gain his trust and even harder to become his friend. However, he will continue to act indifferently to you even if you have gained his trust/friendship. Only when he sees they are in danger will he protect them fiercely. He is very protective of those who he trusts and he rewards their efforts by becoming a strong ally for life.

As well, if another manages to save his own life, they will also earn his trust. How much depends on the situation.

Vriix has a softer more human side whenever the topic of family or children is bright up. When asked about his own, he will refuse to answer most of the time. If he does answer, he will say he once has one but they are now dead. Vriix will get particularly emotional when the topic of younger sisters is brought up. This is the only thing that could get Vriix to think unclearly in battle.

Vriix has an extreme phobia of any science or medical personnel and equipment. He will even attack someone like that if they look at him wrong. He does not like to be in a hospital or lab and will fight to the death if he has to to get away. If someone says they are of the "Nightmare Makers", he will attack without mercy until they are either dead or can convince him they are not what they said they were. Most of the time, it’s the former.

Clothing preference: Vriix wears black jeans that are extremely torn up. Some holes are loosely sown together while others have patches over them. Still others are fully open with no attempt to fix them. The ends in particular are in extreme disarray. He wears a black belt to keep the loose fabric from fallowing down. Chains hang from the sides of the belt (which is belted in the back) that hold larger bones and even an organ or two. He also wears a plain t-shirt. The sides have been cut to accommodate his wings, though small holes had to be punched into his membrane with a crude sowing job reconnecting the cut sides. His spines have long since cut through the back, resulting in the back being extremely cut up. The ends of the shirt are also destroyed, with long strips falling down to his feet. Most of the time, he wears a silken scarf around his neck. The ends are decorated in bone and claws of various species. Vriix does not like to wear shoes and will stubbornly protest anyone telling him to put some on.

Vriix also has his ankles, tail, and wing wrists shackled. The chains are not connected, but the ones on his wings can get fairly annoying when he flies. Upon his neck is a thick collar that is imbedded by steel spikes into his flesh. This is why he wears the scarf. He also has a black cloak he made himself that he is able to hide himself in when in public. He also wears some armor.

Armour/Decor: Vriix's bones are encased in a special flexible yet extremely strong material. He has tho steel plats attached to his belt that hang over the sides of his thighs as well as long wing arm gauntlets. Vriix's ears are pierced to hell with bones and such. He sometimes wears the skull of a Tsair over his head.

Weapons: Mainly uses a 15 foot bladed metal whip named the "Taiesia". The whip is separated into 30 segments, each half a foot long. At every inch interval is a sharp "tooth" that sticks out. In between the teeth is a sharpened "U”. The teeth get longer as the weapon goes down. At the end is a teethed arrow like blade. The tips of the arrow hook inward, making it handy for grabbing a hold and pulling it towards Vriix.

Vriix's second weapon is a plain long sword. He doesn't like this one; it mostly stays on his left side. Vriix also has a Varity of hidden knives and daggers on him. He doesn't believe in "modern" weapons.

Vriix's whip curls up neatly and is attached by the hilt to the right side of his belt. Oddly, despite being left winged for the other weapons, he fights with his right wing when using the whip.

Giiha: Yes, highly skilled in shield Giiha. He Can use Weapon Giiha in rare instances. Vriix's Giiha is bright silver with circular designs.

Important Objects:
The Aanii: This is a powerful Ineoalian relic. They developed it to manipulate nigh anything, including time, life, and death. Only the Seeker may use it, which was developed right along side it. It has been Vriix's goal ever since he broke free from the facility to find this object to bring his family back.

Aziiali's Earring: This is extremely important to Vriix. After he escaped, he went back to his home, which his aunts had moved into, He found this single earring just tossed into a box. Vriix was enraged at how carelessly they treated his sisters stuff and scared them out of the house with his new form. Vriix occupied it for himself, putting everything back where it was, till the Catastrophe. This earring is the only thing he has left of his sister.

Tsair Queen Skull: This Tasiir Skull was given to him by a VasExtraxi called "Shockwave". Vriix and he traded objects and info, becoming quite familiar with each other. They haven't seen each other since, but they both value the items and info given. Vriix uses the skull as a helmet sometimes, while other times it's a shoulder guard. It's highly resistant to magic and it slowly gets rid of poison in the wearers bloodstream. When he's not wearing it, it hangs from dried tissue around his neck, resting on his back.

Taiesia: This is Vriix's main weapon. see above if you've forgotten.

Health Issues: Vriix is undead thanks to a scientific project (known as S.I.N.). because of this as well, he tends to become infected easier. He also has random passing out spells for no known reason. Sometimes during these spells his heart starts to stop and he must find a replacement heart.

Strengths: He is a strong Giiha. He is also very fast on both ground and in air as well as being very knowledgeable in tight situations. He can normally stay calm in these tight situations, even in environments of extreme pessimism. He is also like Data in the fact that he can heal most injuries.

Weaknesses: Vriix is not very physically strong without a weapon. He will have issues defending himself if he is unarmed. He is very susceptible to illnesses, and even minor ones can send him to the edge of death.

Fighting Style: Quick and calculated. He plans his attacks based on the probabilities he estimates how his foe will attack. He rarely takes risks and never picks fights he knows he can't win.

Relatives: Supposedly none.

Relationship Status: Single

World: Was originally from Daeuderra, now has no home.

City: Was originally from Third City, now has no home.

Job: Seeker (when asked, he won't give more than that.)

Steed: None, gains a Skeletal Dragon-like creature in the future.

(Note: Vriix's current Bio has much blood and gore in it! do not read if you are pron to getting sick by that stuff.)

Bio: The hell started when the heaven ended.

He didn't know what had happened; all of a sudden everything was dark and numb. It had felt like he'd been crushed by a seventy story building falling down right on top of him. Everything was still for a moment before he suddenly felt like he was flying.

No....flying requires you to be going up.

He was going down.

He was falling.

He forced his heavy eyelids up, peeking up at the bright blue sky. He watched as the sides of mile high buildings rushed by him, their windows a blur. He heard the sound of crunching metal and revving engines stalling. Force balancers groaned and died, speeding up the freefall that seemed to take years. Slow words echoed around him, he was unsure of what they were saying. He honestly couldn’t care.

It was all so magical, really. With everything seeming to hang in the air when you know you’re plummeting to the ground at extremely high speeds. He wished he could stay like that forever, that time would just freeze.

Time was not so kind.

Suddenly, time sped up and a horrible sound blasted his ears, a sound he would never forget. She screamed at the top of her lungs, the pitch ringing like the last please of a piano before it was crushed to dust. His eyes widened and in panic, he forced his battered, numb body around the blue soft seat. He reached out and grabbed her hand, ending the horrible sound that would forever haunt his dreams.

"It's going to be alright, Aziialie!" he called to her.

They stared into each other’s eyes, both frozen in fear, both knowing that what he just said wasn't going to be true. They both desperately hoped by some miracle it would be.

"I love you, Vriiazine. The best brother ever!" he noticed her tears.

"I love you too, Azii-!"

Everything stopped so suddenly with a sound louder than the terrified scream sounded just prior. Metal and plastic scrapped and screeched, snapping and crumpling as gravity took what was free game. Screams echoed loosely in the air, soon deafened by the sound of a second noise. Everything went black in seconds.

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His entire body hurt so much. He felt like he couldn't breathe. He could smell the smoke and gasoline, but he didn’t know from where. A lingering coppery lime smell lingered in the air and within his mouth. He couldn’t see, he could barely hear. Everything was so numb, so distant, yet so sensitive and painful. It was like his body was on fire yet within ice.

His eyes opened slight, and he saw the bright neon green stained ground. His eyes searched desperately while his mind tried to remember something-anything- of why he was here. He tried to move his body, but it painfully ignored him. He managed to turn his head slight to see the heavy secondary middle seat was almost touching the other one. He furrowed his brows, the seats were supposed to be on either side of the wide vehicle. Why was it so close? His eyes started to blur, but he scanned down as far as he could between the two seats. From between, he saw a torso nearly cut in half, yellow green blood staining the soft fur. Ribs peeking out, broken from their normal places, ripped of all flesh so they were white. Squished and torn organs hung uselessly from the join, dripping blood and other liquids. The skin had somehow been peeled back like a can of tuna, broken spines and muscle scattered upon the area. He guessed before his head fell back down limply that whomever it belonged to had to have been sideways, and that the vehicle landed on its side. He tried to grab a hold of the ridged floor to pull himself away from the horrid corpse, but pain shot through him as his body refused to budge. He couldn’t move an inch. He forced his head to look back at the mess.

Everything came racing back with horrible clarity.

It was him who was nearly cut in half by the thick seats.

He tried to scream in utter horror but all that escaped his throat was a painful groan. He let his dying body go limp as he struggled to breathe. He would never survive this, he should already be dead. Why wasn't he dead yet? Was it sheer stubbornness? Or were the Deities laughing at his stupidity from above? Did they want him to remember his mistake? Did they want to torment him in his final moments?

He didn't know. All he knew is that he was going to die, and it frightened him.

His heavy eyes rolled up, his head slowly moving to look in the middle of the back seat. He instantly wished he had died before his eyes reached her.

Her head fell limply on her shoulder, green blood pouring from a head wound. Her arm was broken and barely recognizable, her beautiful yellow dress soaked in green from her head. Her red hair draped over her cheek, her feathers dull. Her normally bright happy eyes were open, stareing in dull dead terror ahead of her.

He tried to wail, and this time his throat made the sound he wanted. It hurt, but he didn't care. His hearts, though already damaged to hell, shattered instantly. Weakly, he raised his own stained fingers and grabbed her remaining limp hand. He shook it lightly in denial.

"Aziialie? Aziialie?! Come on, you can wake up now, it's alright. We’re gonna get help. Please, my strong, beautiful little sister, wake up! It's over!" he croaked hopelessly, feeling his throat fill with warm blood, "Please, you must live, my little sister! Aziialie!"

His head fell down limply, his eyes blurring. He tightened his grip on his sister’s hand with the last of his strength, praying to the Deities that they would bless her with a miracle. Tears slipped out of his eyes as they slowly dimmed.

As his senses dulled and his breathing lost the fight to intake just one more gulp of air, he heard footsteps and metal scraping on metal. Light lit up the bloody ground only to be quickly snuffed out by a shadow.

"Cancel that ambulance, we're gonna need two more B-bags instead....."

Once again, darkness and everlasting numbness overtook him.

****

His eye flashed open; his body jumping like an electrical current had passed through it. His chest inflated and collapsed rapidly as his heart beat a mile a minute. It took him a moment to blink the memories from his eye so he could see the world around him again. The trunks of the thick trees were aglow with bright orange from the crackling fire. In front of him, tucked on a fallen tree trunk, a small female slept. He turned and saw the male propped against a tree, seemingly asleep as well. He turned once more to the other direction and saw the massive forms of the two dragon sisters, their sides gently moving as they too dreamed peacefully. For a moment, he was envious that they could enjoy their dreams and he had to relive the worst moment of his life forever.

Vriix signed quietly, unfurling his massive wings that were tucked around him. He welcomed the heat on his body, his eye closing once more. He tried to go back to sleep, but the memory started once again, like a recoding forever on replay. Opening his eyes again, he grumbled and swung up to the brunch his tail was currently wrapped around. He crouched there, staring into the darkness. His bone decor rattled together gently, his tail swaying. Sadly, he looked up at the sky.

"How long has it been? How long have you all slept soundly while I suffer? I would willingly suffer in your places, but for how long have I? Not a day goes by when I don't remember those last moments. It’s all I seem to remember of you all now.......just blood, bone and limp, cold flesh....."

He spreads his wings solemnly, sighing as he looks back as his traveling companions. They were still asleep. Good. They didn't need to know just yet how much being alive tore him apart.

How much he wanted to be dead and his little sister to be alive.

He leaped up, beating his strong wings downward. He raced up into the cool night sky, trying to fly all the way into heaven, to the stars, to his family. He closed his eyes, and pulled his wings in, dropping into a freefall dive. He flew all night, doing tricks and complex maneuvers. Anything that could make him forget just for the moment who and what he used to be. He didn’t want to remember, yet he didn’t want to forget. They were the only things keeping him sane. By the time the sun peeks over the tall evergreens of the east, his wings were sore and his mind was sluggish. Still, he pushed through and didn't complain because he knew there was a long day ahead of his group.

Perhaps when everything ends, he could finally find peace.


Odd Habits:

Vriix will sleep hanging upside down from whatever he can get his tail and legs around. He will tuck his wings around him, much like a humanoid bat. Vriix prefers to sleep at night, but he will sleep during the day if he must.

Vriix has to sharpen his fangs and nails from time to time. He will do this on the sharpest thing available at the times even if it's someone’s armor or scales.

Vriix also has horrible social skills. He does what he wants when he wants. He will often go picking through other peoples hairs if he sees a bug or he'll blurt out his opinions (which are often insults). As well, he sometimes thinks it’s alright to chew on people.

Vriix is a surprisingly good story teller and dancer. He has a particular song he likes to sing and dance to around a fireplace at night. It is in Ineoalic, but really, who cares? The dance is interesting and most likely the most amount of movement you'll get out of him at once aside from a fight.

Vriix likes to collect bones. Indeed, if he kills something, he will not leave until he's collected at least one bone from each kill. But he has to kill them, so he won’t touch something someone else killed. He has an unnatural obsession with dead things as well.

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