Name: Vivamus
Age: 435
Race: Demvir (Machina)
Vigor: 1000
Latens: 0
Persona: Practical and effcient, Vivamus speaks carefully and always says exactly what he means. Being an engineer and alchimst that specializes in explosives and machinery, he can not afford to be anything but practical and effcient. While he is incredibly patient, and very rarely becomes mad, he does get frustrated and annoyed if things do not go as planned. As such, his life is neat and organized and very rarely are things missing or misplaced with him around. While not wholly judgemental, he does have a disdain for those who can not conduct themselves in a professional or "by the books" manner.
Vivamus is a stranger to friends and prefers to have colleagues and contacts. He is driven by his desire to unearth the mysteries of his race's past, and maybe one day replicate the production methods that were used long ago by his creators.
Something dark lurks deep down within Vivamus...a horrible and terrible past that he has tried so hard to bury, but is reminded of every day in the metal bodies of his kind, the faces and smiles of others, and the orange glow of his own caelitium core. He argues that he did what he had to do...but even he knows that he is only trying to fool himself. One day he knows that his past will catch up to him and he will have to pay for the atrocites he commited in the name of Demvir Liberation.
Physical Stature: Vivamus is the standard height for a Demvir, around 5' 6''. His face plate is adorned with a single eye in the center, but also has several other optics integrated into it to amplify his vision just as a member of another race might wear glasses to improve their vision.
The caelitium core the spins within Vivamus glows with a orange light that, along with most Demvir that light is visible from the gaps and parts in Vivamus' framework. Vivamus' metal plating used to be covered in intricate designs and markings, but over the course of time, and his time in the Cursus war, the designs and markings have worn off and very little remain of them.
Biography: The problem with being immune to the ravages of time is that you typically recall every atrocity committed around you and to you...and most detrimental of all you remember those committed by you. When Vivamus was reactivated he was given the task of helping pull more Demvir from the depths and tunnels of the ruins and helping bringing to the surface to bolster their forces. One by one he watched his brethren march off to war, just only recently having been given life a second time. Many days he would greet a new member of the family only to see parts of them returned at night by scavangers looking to find anything of use in the wastelands of bloody war. It was eventually decided that sending more and more Demvir to die, day after day, would only drive the race to the edge of extinction. Finally the excavations stopped. What little reawoken Demvir remained would be the ones to see the end of the war, one way or another. Vivamus was trained in the use of explosives and given a simple kit of grenades and bombs and sent into the field. He leveled many a structure with the materials given to him by the Demvir alchemists and gunsmiths. Showered in the bloody refuse of countless victims of war....before finally falling prey to one of his own explosions. It was too late to react as the building started to come down around him, it was a simple mistake, mixing the wrong concotions together, causing a much faster reaction than planned. The bombs detonated and a shower of heavy debris pinned Vivamus in the wreckage.
He remained pinned in the ruins for days it seemed. Pain wracked his metallic body, agony tormented his guilt ravaged mind, and a strange weight settled in what Vivamus could only describe as his...core. It was as if the caelitium core that kept him alive was also slowly killing him with a hollow pain that he just...didn't understand. In his mind he saw the red landscape, smeared with blood and gore. The night sky, ablaze with the fires of war. The cries of pain and death rang in his head...too late to realize the pain wrought noises issued from him.
Salvation finally came in the form of a team of Laicar. When Demvir heard their voices approaching he was certain he was dead. Even though he had seen several Laicar among the ranks of the Demvir; he was certain that these were enemies. Vivamus bolstered his resolve, and while he did not suscribe to any school or sect of religion, he was prepared to "meet his makers" as it was so often said. As the group rifled through the rubble, one of them spotted the orange glow that was the life light of Vivamus' caelitium core.
"Hey! I found a survivor!" one of the Laicar called. Without hesitation, he began to move pieces of the rubble, tossing it aside and trying to make a way to get to the trapped Demvir. Not long after, all the Laicar were working hard to clear away the rubble.
"Listen! If you can hear me! Tell us your name!" one of the other men called as they worked to dig through the ruined building. Vivamus did not answer, instead he tried to dim the light his core produced...maybe if they thought he was dead they would leave him. In his mind he pictured all the horrors that he would be subjected to if he were taken alive. It was no use though, just as a Laicar can't stop its own heart from beating, a Demvir could not stop his light from shining.
"He must be wounded...hurry!" another voice. Vivamus counted 3 so far, but there must have been at least two or three more. "Don't worry! We are going to get you out and get you help! Just...just hold on!"
Help?
Why? Why would a group of Laicar help him? Did they not just view his kind as nothing more than a tool? Nothing more than a spade or hammer? Something to do a job and then be put away into a shed?
Help?
Were their races not just at war? Brutally murdering and slaughtering their kind like a farmer would cut down grain?
"Help?" Vivamus muttered. Startled at the sound of his voice. Who were these Laicar that offered help.
"Help." his voice was stronger now...more assured. Was it possible?
"Help!" he cried, his voice reaching a climax and echoing through the rubble. "Help! Help! Help!"
His cries brought a renewed vigor to the Laicar and then worked all the harder. It took several days to dig out Vivamus. He was so buried in the rubble that his rescuers had to leave and bring back mages and mechanics to lift away a lot of the debris that was too big to be moved by hand. Piece by piece Vivamus felt the weight lift from his body...but grow heavier on his mind. The things he had done to get into this predicament became all the more real as he grew nearer and nearer to salvation...
Finally the day came, and with a great effort, a large piece of wall and part of the roof were moved by the hand of magic, and Vivamus was freed from his wooden and stone prison. His legs had been crushed, but not beyond repair. Other than that it was considered a stroke of luck, or hand of one god or another that he survived the explosion.
"Now what?" he asked one of the Laicar as they took him back to Cursus. "What am I to do?"
"Well...what do you want to do?" the man asked him genuinely. "You can do what ever you want"
"Whatever I..." Vivamus was uncertain. He had never been asked what he wanted to do, only told what he must do. "Whatever I want?" The man nodded, lost in his own thoughts and concerns.
Vivamus knew what he wanted...he wanted to KNOW. Wanted to know who the Demvir were and where they came from. Vivamus wanted to know what the original intention of his people were. Who are they? What are they?
Why are they?
Character Skills
Way of Cannonis (The Bomber)
Art of Terriculum (The Gunsmith)
Art of Alchemia (The Alchemist)
Art of Ingeniarius (The Engineer)
Sample Chapter:
[Sample] Week -- : Sample Chapter
A pleasant wind breathed through Redberry Park, bringing with it the sweet scent of the Ruby Red berries that gave the park its name. While the berries weren't indigenous to Terminus, they did grow well in the climate and environment that it provided. Signs posted around the park in convenient, yet unobtrusive areas reminded patrons of the park not to consume the berries as they were liable to make any that consumed them ill. While not wholly poisonous, in large quantities they could very well put the individual that ignored the warnings posted around the park and decided to feast on the bright colored berries, into an emergency room. However, it has been found out that when the berries are fermented for use in wine that the fermentation process nullifies the harmful chemical qualities of the berries. The result is a startling red wine that some say is the life blood of Terminus itself. Vivamus usually found the people that said such things to be drunks or involved in the strange occupation known as a "Culinary Artist"...which he came to find out only recently was a fancy way of saying chef or cook.
Never once did the Demvir wish he was anything else than himself, after all, no other race could boast being the direct result of an ancient race's advancement in technology and living testament to their civilization, no matter how archaic and forgotten it has become. Though he did wish, every now and again, that he could feel the caress of a breeze, hear the sigh of leaves in the trees, or smell the sweetness of the Ruby Berries that wafted through Redberry Park.
He pushed the thoughts from his mind. It was decided long ago that not having access to all five of the basic sense living things had was the Demvir price to pay for being immune to the ravages and unrelenting force of time. Vivamus turned his attention back to the project he had brought with him. A little drone he had been working on for months that he wanted to test out a final time. From a case he had sitting beside him on the iron bench he produced a small, bipedal droid.
It was about the size of a a closed fist, maybe a bit bigger, with a spherical body and a large, glass eye. The Demvir gently turned the droid end over end to inspect it, making sure everything was in place and tightly sealed. Once satisfied, he flipped the drone right side up, placed it on the ground, and tapped the top of its 'head.'
"Sing Songbird." The command was simple, and that was all it took for the little droid to spring to life. It was silent at first, its large, black eye regarding Vivamus with emotionless intensity. The Demvir knew that within the little drone's metal casing its clockwork mechanics were busy at work, analyzing the ambient noise of Redberry Park and creating a melody that would complement the environment. Taking out a note pad and a writing utensil, Vivamus, ever the mechanic looking to hone his craft, began taking notes on his creation's performance, which had yet to truly begin.
Another few minutes later and the little machine began to move once again, using its talon like feet to climb up into one of the berry bushes, and cling to a branch, hidden from sight. Vivamus had made the little drone light sensitive so that it would seek out a shady spot before beginning its musical directive.
The Demvir moved closer to the bush, and peered between its leaves and fruit, trying to find the drone within. As he looked for his creation, the sharp, clear twing and plink similar to that of a music box issued from the berry clad plant. Vivamus wasn't a musician, nor did he inherently have an ear for music, but he felt that the melodic tune produced by his little creation was perfect for the environment.
Leaving the music box with legs be, Vivamus stood and walked back to his bench, scribbling notes into his little note book. Idea for new creations...suicide bombing drones that walked for a certain distance, and then detonated...drones that could be used for entertainment, little explosives filled with colorful smoke and minor explosives to create brilliant flashes of light to awe and entertain.
The ideas kept coming, flowing freely from Vivamus' mind and onto the paper. He wrote them all down, one by one. Even those that didn't seem viable or realistic. In all his years of being an engineer and researcher Vivamus discovered the best way for him to create and research was to purge all his ideas from his mind and write them down, no matter how strange and farfetched they were, and then go over them later and narrow down the crazy and the genius.
The musical machine that hid, crouched in the berry bush and playing music, started to slow down, its internal gears using up their wound up energy and needing to be reset. With a snap, the Demvir shut this notebook and placed it back in his case, the same one the drone came from. He designed the case himself too, sturdy and reinforced to keep his smaller inventions and components safe. In side there was a slot for his notebook and ink pen, as well as slots for tools and his a cushioned space for his music box bot. Bringing the case with him, he went to the bush, reached in, and pulled out the creation. He placed it gently in the case and packed it up safely. His test was successful and he was pleased.
He looked up at the sun, beginning its slow decent through the sky and towards the horizon, if he walked at a normal pace, with no interruptions, he would be back at his lodging before dark. He started off towards his colleague's house, where he was staying for his time in Terminus.
As fate would have it, Vivamus didn't get more than 10 steps from the berry bush before a strange noise came from his case at his side. He stopped walking and looked down at his side where the case was being held. Lifting the case to his ear he paused to listen to the sound. It sounded similar to the music from before...but...rushed. Almost as if...
Sudden realization dawned on Vivamus, and with calm effciency, he dropped the case, and opened it. He retrieved his notebook and ink pen, and then slammed the case closed. Setting the case on the ground, Vivamus took three large strides away and looked around to make sure nothing else was close by. Kids playing were too busy to be bothered with the Demvir on the edge of the park, and other park goers were taking walks or having picnics, all a good distance from Vivamus' case. Turning back around, Vivamus watched the case, which, without warning, blew open. A large, mishapen mass of metal and gears shot out and up into the air a good distance before landing harmlessly in the grass a few feet away.
Taking three steps towards the case, Vivamus examined the wreckage. The case was ruined, the ball of metal shredding the interior and ruining the reinforcement structure of the case, not to mention warping the overall shape, making it impossible to close and use. The little droid was ruined, and it was doubtful that any parts could be salvaged from it. Still, it would be a shame to leave it behind, not to mention uncivilized. He scooped up the music box's corpse and looked closer at the remains of the case. Had he not removed the notes and pen, the destruction would have broken the pen, spilling the ink reservoir and ruining his notes permanently. He nodded, thankful to have saved most of his information from the day.
He headed back to his colleague's house. Thankfully he slept last night, so he had plenty of time ahead of him to work on fixing the problems with his drone as well as sort through his new notes.
All things considered...it was a good day.
Age: 435
Race: Demvir (Machina)
Vigor: 1000
Latens: 0
Persona: Practical and effcient, Vivamus speaks carefully and always says exactly what he means. Being an engineer and alchimst that specializes in explosives and machinery, he can not afford to be anything but practical and effcient. While he is incredibly patient, and very rarely becomes mad, he does get frustrated and annoyed if things do not go as planned. As such, his life is neat and organized and very rarely are things missing or misplaced with him around. While not wholly judgemental, he does have a disdain for those who can not conduct themselves in a professional or "by the books" manner.
Vivamus is a stranger to friends and prefers to have colleagues and contacts. He is driven by his desire to unearth the mysteries of his race's past, and maybe one day replicate the production methods that were used long ago by his creators.
Something dark lurks deep down within Vivamus...a horrible and terrible past that he has tried so hard to bury, but is reminded of every day in the metal bodies of his kind, the faces and smiles of others, and the orange glow of his own caelitium core. He argues that he did what he had to do...but even he knows that he is only trying to fool himself. One day he knows that his past will catch up to him and he will have to pay for the atrocites he commited in the name of Demvir Liberation.
Physical Stature: Vivamus is the standard height for a Demvir, around 5' 6''. His face plate is adorned with a single eye in the center, but also has several other optics integrated into it to amplify his vision just as a member of another race might wear glasses to improve their vision.
The caelitium core the spins within Vivamus glows with a orange light that, along with most Demvir that light is visible from the gaps and parts in Vivamus' framework. Vivamus' metal plating used to be covered in intricate designs and markings, but over the course of time, and his time in the Cursus war, the designs and markings have worn off and very little remain of them.
Biography: The problem with being immune to the ravages of time is that you typically recall every atrocity committed around you and to you...and most detrimental of all you remember those committed by you. When Vivamus was reactivated he was given the task of helping pull more Demvir from the depths and tunnels of the ruins and helping bringing to the surface to bolster their forces. One by one he watched his brethren march off to war, just only recently having been given life a second time. Many days he would greet a new member of the family only to see parts of them returned at night by scavangers looking to find anything of use in the wastelands of bloody war. It was eventually decided that sending more and more Demvir to die, day after day, would only drive the race to the edge of extinction. Finally the excavations stopped. What little reawoken Demvir remained would be the ones to see the end of the war, one way or another. Vivamus was trained in the use of explosives and given a simple kit of grenades and bombs and sent into the field. He leveled many a structure with the materials given to him by the Demvir alchemists and gunsmiths. Showered in the bloody refuse of countless victims of war....before finally falling prey to one of his own explosions. It was too late to react as the building started to come down around him, it was a simple mistake, mixing the wrong concotions together, causing a much faster reaction than planned. The bombs detonated and a shower of heavy debris pinned Vivamus in the wreckage.
He remained pinned in the ruins for days it seemed. Pain wracked his metallic body, agony tormented his guilt ravaged mind, and a strange weight settled in what Vivamus could only describe as his...core. It was as if the caelitium core that kept him alive was also slowly killing him with a hollow pain that he just...didn't understand. In his mind he saw the red landscape, smeared with blood and gore. The night sky, ablaze with the fires of war. The cries of pain and death rang in his head...too late to realize the pain wrought noises issued from him.
Salvation finally came in the form of a team of Laicar. When Demvir heard their voices approaching he was certain he was dead. Even though he had seen several Laicar among the ranks of the Demvir; he was certain that these were enemies. Vivamus bolstered his resolve, and while he did not suscribe to any school or sect of religion, he was prepared to "meet his makers" as it was so often said. As the group rifled through the rubble, one of them spotted the orange glow that was the life light of Vivamus' caelitium core.
"Hey! I found a survivor!" one of the Laicar called. Without hesitation, he began to move pieces of the rubble, tossing it aside and trying to make a way to get to the trapped Demvir. Not long after, all the Laicar were working hard to clear away the rubble.
"Listen! If you can hear me! Tell us your name!" one of the other men called as they worked to dig through the ruined building. Vivamus did not answer, instead he tried to dim the light his core produced...maybe if they thought he was dead they would leave him. In his mind he pictured all the horrors that he would be subjected to if he were taken alive. It was no use though, just as a Laicar can't stop its own heart from beating, a Demvir could not stop his light from shining.
"He must be wounded...hurry!" another voice. Vivamus counted 3 so far, but there must have been at least two or three more. "Don't worry! We are going to get you out and get you help! Just...just hold on!"
Help?
Why? Why would a group of Laicar help him? Did they not just view his kind as nothing more than a tool? Nothing more than a spade or hammer? Something to do a job and then be put away into a shed?
Help?
Were their races not just at war? Brutally murdering and slaughtering their kind like a farmer would cut down grain?
"Help?" Vivamus muttered. Startled at the sound of his voice. Who were these Laicar that offered help.
"Help." his voice was stronger now...more assured. Was it possible?
"Help!" he cried, his voice reaching a climax and echoing through the rubble. "Help! Help! Help!"
His cries brought a renewed vigor to the Laicar and then worked all the harder. It took several days to dig out Vivamus. He was so buried in the rubble that his rescuers had to leave and bring back mages and mechanics to lift away a lot of the debris that was too big to be moved by hand. Piece by piece Vivamus felt the weight lift from his body...but grow heavier on his mind. The things he had done to get into this predicament became all the more real as he grew nearer and nearer to salvation...
Finally the day came, and with a great effort, a large piece of wall and part of the roof were moved by the hand of magic, and Vivamus was freed from his wooden and stone prison. His legs had been crushed, but not beyond repair. Other than that it was considered a stroke of luck, or hand of one god or another that he survived the explosion.
"Now what?" he asked one of the Laicar as they took him back to Cursus. "What am I to do?"
"Well...what do you want to do?" the man asked him genuinely. "You can do what ever you want"
"Whatever I..." Vivamus was uncertain. He had never been asked what he wanted to do, only told what he must do. "Whatever I want?" The man nodded, lost in his own thoughts and concerns.
Vivamus knew what he wanted...he wanted to KNOW. Wanted to know who the Demvir were and where they came from. Vivamus wanted to know what the original intention of his people were. Who are they? What are they?
Why are they?
Character Skills
Way of Cannonis (The Bomber)
Art of Terriculum (The Gunsmith)
Art of Alchemia (The Alchemist)
Art of Ingeniarius (The Engineer)
Sample Chapter:
[Sample] Week -- : Sample Chapter
A pleasant wind breathed through Redberry Park, bringing with it the sweet scent of the Ruby Red berries that gave the park its name. While the berries weren't indigenous to Terminus, they did grow well in the climate and environment that it provided. Signs posted around the park in convenient, yet unobtrusive areas reminded patrons of the park not to consume the berries as they were liable to make any that consumed them ill. While not wholly poisonous, in large quantities they could very well put the individual that ignored the warnings posted around the park and decided to feast on the bright colored berries, into an emergency room. However, it has been found out that when the berries are fermented for use in wine that the fermentation process nullifies the harmful chemical qualities of the berries. The result is a startling red wine that some say is the life blood of Terminus itself. Vivamus usually found the people that said such things to be drunks or involved in the strange occupation known as a "Culinary Artist"...which he came to find out only recently was a fancy way of saying chef or cook.
Never once did the Demvir wish he was anything else than himself, after all, no other race could boast being the direct result of an ancient race's advancement in technology and living testament to their civilization, no matter how archaic and forgotten it has become. Though he did wish, every now and again, that he could feel the caress of a breeze, hear the sigh of leaves in the trees, or smell the sweetness of the Ruby Berries that wafted through Redberry Park.
He pushed the thoughts from his mind. It was decided long ago that not having access to all five of the basic sense living things had was the Demvir price to pay for being immune to the ravages and unrelenting force of time. Vivamus turned his attention back to the project he had brought with him. A little drone he had been working on for months that he wanted to test out a final time. From a case he had sitting beside him on the iron bench he produced a small, bipedal droid.
It was about the size of a a closed fist, maybe a bit bigger, with a spherical body and a large, glass eye. The Demvir gently turned the droid end over end to inspect it, making sure everything was in place and tightly sealed. Once satisfied, he flipped the drone right side up, placed it on the ground, and tapped the top of its 'head.'
"Sing Songbird." The command was simple, and that was all it took for the little droid to spring to life. It was silent at first, its large, black eye regarding Vivamus with emotionless intensity. The Demvir knew that within the little drone's metal casing its clockwork mechanics were busy at work, analyzing the ambient noise of Redberry Park and creating a melody that would complement the environment. Taking out a note pad and a writing utensil, Vivamus, ever the mechanic looking to hone his craft, began taking notes on his creation's performance, which had yet to truly begin.
Another few minutes later and the little machine began to move once again, using its talon like feet to climb up into one of the berry bushes, and cling to a branch, hidden from sight. Vivamus had made the little drone light sensitive so that it would seek out a shady spot before beginning its musical directive.
The Demvir moved closer to the bush, and peered between its leaves and fruit, trying to find the drone within. As he looked for his creation, the sharp, clear twing and plink similar to that of a music box issued from the berry clad plant. Vivamus wasn't a musician, nor did he inherently have an ear for music, but he felt that the melodic tune produced by his little creation was perfect for the environment.
Leaving the music box with legs be, Vivamus stood and walked back to his bench, scribbling notes into his little note book. Idea for new creations...suicide bombing drones that walked for a certain distance, and then detonated...drones that could be used for entertainment, little explosives filled with colorful smoke and minor explosives to create brilliant flashes of light to awe and entertain.
The ideas kept coming, flowing freely from Vivamus' mind and onto the paper. He wrote them all down, one by one. Even those that didn't seem viable or realistic. In all his years of being an engineer and researcher Vivamus discovered the best way for him to create and research was to purge all his ideas from his mind and write them down, no matter how strange and farfetched they were, and then go over them later and narrow down the crazy and the genius.
The musical machine that hid, crouched in the berry bush and playing music, started to slow down, its internal gears using up their wound up energy and needing to be reset. With a snap, the Demvir shut this notebook and placed it back in his case, the same one the drone came from. He designed the case himself too, sturdy and reinforced to keep his smaller inventions and components safe. In side there was a slot for his notebook and ink pen, as well as slots for tools and his a cushioned space for his music box bot. Bringing the case with him, he went to the bush, reached in, and pulled out the creation. He placed it gently in the case and packed it up safely. His test was successful and he was pleased.
He looked up at the sun, beginning its slow decent through the sky and towards the horizon, if he walked at a normal pace, with no interruptions, he would be back at his lodging before dark. He started off towards his colleague's house, where he was staying for his time in Terminus.
As fate would have it, Vivamus didn't get more than 10 steps from the berry bush before a strange noise came from his case at his side. He stopped walking and looked down at his side where the case was being held. Lifting the case to his ear he paused to listen to the sound. It sounded similar to the music from before...but...rushed. Almost as if...
Sudden realization dawned on Vivamus, and with calm effciency, he dropped the case, and opened it. He retrieved his notebook and ink pen, and then slammed the case closed. Setting the case on the ground, Vivamus took three large strides away and looked around to make sure nothing else was close by. Kids playing were too busy to be bothered with the Demvir on the edge of the park, and other park goers were taking walks or having picnics, all a good distance from Vivamus' case. Turning back around, Vivamus watched the case, which, without warning, blew open. A large, mishapen mass of metal and gears shot out and up into the air a good distance before landing harmlessly in the grass a few feet away.
Taking three steps towards the case, Vivamus examined the wreckage. The case was ruined, the ball of metal shredding the interior and ruining the reinforcement structure of the case, not to mention warping the overall shape, making it impossible to close and use. The little droid was ruined, and it was doubtful that any parts could be salvaged from it. Still, it would be a shame to leave it behind, not to mention uncivilized. He scooped up the music box's corpse and looked closer at the remains of the case. Had he not removed the notes and pen, the destruction would have broken the pen, spilling the ink reservoir and ruining his notes permanently. He nodded, thankful to have saved most of his information from the day.
He headed back to his colleague's house. Thankfully he slept last night, so he had plenty of time ahead of him to work on fixing the problems with his drone as well as sort through his new notes.
All things considered...it was a good day.
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