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Name: Vita, Dominus, The Curator
Age: 95
Race: Demvir (Machina)
Vigor: 2250
Physical Stature: Underneath his hooded visage is a body scared with slash marks and hateful embossed markings that brand him. Further pushing him to a hermit-like lifestyle or at least it had. Vita stands at an unimposing four feet tall. His cold chassis is in the tone of a muted silver while the light that erupts from his core is a deep crimson red. His face is crafted to look intimating with four inward slanted eyes forever in a look of contempt and disapproval. The cuts in his metal body are all very angular as you can see his soul pour from them. Each digit of his fingers is articulated and usually locked in front of him or behind him like an aristocrat.
Granite black cloth wraps around his body in a sleeveless hoodie most often draped over his head. Red trim embroiders every bit of his garment giving him a very hermit look. Ground length linen pants cover the rest of his body as he has grown fond of loose-fitting garments below the waist. He wears a black bandanna over his mouth to cover his lower jaw from onlookers who might stair at the damage he sustained when he was attacked.
Persona: Vita, much like many Demvir, has a very self-reflective personality. He is philosophic in his approach to life and frames most if not all of his thoughts threw the lens of his belief that his race is Superior. You see, in the eyes of Vita he and his kind were created by the Vis as a means of self-preservation. Foreseeing their own eventual demise through means that still remain a mystery born where the Demvir so that for the rest of time there would be some governance of the world using their ideals.
The Demvir are strong, ageless, and meticulous not allowing emotion to override logic. The perfect specimen for the preservation of the world's systems and in Vita's eyes the best objective viewpoint politically. The disdain that the biological felt toward him and his people twisted his own view of them breeding contempt for who they were and how limitless their own ignorance was.
His personal beliefs aid him in his firm Inlustrian faith. Vita's unwavering temperament that the Demvir were created by the Vis directly placed on the continent to monitor everything in their stead binds him to his core. In the past, his faith has been challenged by those who would argue that the Demvir were simply tools placed to serve but through his own meditation, he is solid in his resolve that he and his kind are far more than mere tools.
These challenges to his faith and his beliefs have only tempered his loyalty to his kind and contempt for all others. This was amplified during the time when he and his people were not recognized as what they are now. The mistrust that seeded his thoughts for biological drove him to learn self-defense and developed his hermit-like behaviors. The lesser races should always approach with respect if simply not for the fact that in his mind he is direct from the Vis themselves and the age at which they all display. His intent one day has the Demvir as an objective third party among the other races as a ruler society with vast control over the tradesman sector. To build a city or a network of cities where the histories and knowledge of the world is shared between all of the races.
Vita takes great pride in his work and holds fast the belief that creating life is the closest the Demvir will get to the Vis, their creators. Machines, Golems, and even taming faie or daemons all seem to align with the means to achieve his goals. He knows that he does not have the diplomatic aptitude to convince others to work for him so having autonomous creations of his own design that he can breathe life into was the path he chose.
Sample Chapter:
With each passing day Vita become more and more aware of his body, surroundings, and inner thoughts. He had no frame of reference for how one person should treat one another especially for how a Laicar should treat a Demvir but, that would change. Life has he had come to know it would be forged in fire and blood, symphonies of screams and and life essence tempered by the will of steel from the metal men.
It did not come with a mild roar but,rather the beating heart of dormant souls that rose from silence and prejudice. For months Vita and a cell of Demvir he had come to call his collective, although no one else referred to each other in those terms, met. At first the meetings were nothing more than how to better serve the people that owned them. A group of misfits though they were the ever growing expansion of their life force began to create microfractures in their current understanding of who they were.
All around them the biological, or bio's as the scared machine would call them, treated each other with respect. At least in the sense of recognizing one another self being.The creatures of the sea, air, and land all held the other in some regard as having a freedom that the other could not argue. The case for him and his kind was not the same. This was not just in the place where he lived but in every city that the various collectives residedin.
The conversations eventually became much more philosophic among the group as self realizations made them aware that the way each of them was treated was unethical. For Vita this was two fold. One, if no one knew where they came from, rumored to be made by the Vis, then why were they treated so poorly? Two, how would he define his own ethics of how to treat the bio's?
Weeks leading up to the revolts the first question puzzled him. He was made from the Vis a fact Vita chose to hold strong. Multiple religions around the world not only agreed on this but, worshiped his very creators. Why would he not be seen as something divine rather than a mere tool to be abused by the very people that took the gifts of the Gods for granted. Biological's were the reason that the world was in the state it was in.
He understood what he must do in order to fix the world. It would take much time but for the lifespan of someone virtually immortal time would seem but a speck. Insignificant only to creatures who did not have the same fortune that the Vis had granted him. Unless proven otherwise the bio's would be treated with the same contempt as the Demvir and mutually the same respect.
His actions soon became unacceptable to Demitry and he planned to dismantle his beloved servant. This aligned itself with the day the Demvir in Casus took the initiative to gain their own freedom. Months had passed with Maximus as he trained Vitain self defense for his uprising against Demitry. Laicar were fragile things and his Master was even more so being the type to fortify his mind instead of his body.
The stench of of lubricants and smoldering metal filled the air of the dimly lit workshop. The glow from the white lamps casting shadows on the wall, Vita's chest opened up revealing every cog for movement and the low blue humm of light that escaped from his core.
”Demitry, will it hurt?”
Vita's eyes blankly stared at the ceiling while he lay on the operating table. His demise lurking in the shadow of his eye encircling him like a blight. Ready to end his short existence at any moment. The pale white man lifted the tinted goggles from his face a ring of char around where they once were. He put down the tools used to pry open the metal machines chest and let out a raspy cough. Peering over his cold slotted eyes he spoke.
”For you, not made of flesh, I do not think weather it hurts matters or not. I will miss you dearly in a way you could not understand. You will become the energy source for my life's work, the greatest honor I can think for you my slave machine.”
Those words cut Vita more than any blade could have. He knew from his conversations with the others that he had so much more to offer. How dare this feeble sac of meat lowerhim to a power source. Never before had Demitry bolted his machine down for he had no reason to, that mistake would be his own undoing.The soft blue light deepened to a dark crimson red as the wheels and sprockets in his chest began to spin wildly.
Vita took took his Master's head into his hands as he pawed at the unforgiving metal. Slowly almost in enjoyment the thick fingers of the metal man began to crush the skull. Hissing from his hands and joints escaped as steam escaped pushing his body into overdrive.
”You are wrong, Laicar.It is you who should feel honored. For too long have I allowed you to shackle myself awareness. No more! I hope the afterlife for you is far more forgiving than if I were to allow you to be my subject. Nofall into darkness so that you might be resurrected in a new life with a more appropriate station, ant.”
The man let out a massive bone chilling shriek as blood sprayed across the facade of Vista. Red trailed down into the cracks of his body showering the metal with his latemaster's life force.
Primal energy erupted from his mouth filling the air with a mighty roar. Born again of blood, the coming battle would forge for him a new place in the world. He yelled at the top of his lungs as the screams of other biological filled the air in the night.
”VITA,” he proclaimed proudly shaking the bits of Laicar from his hands and wrapping his body in black robes. He rushed out the door to the meeting place Maximus told him to go should he survive his rebirth.Satisfied with leaving his life behind and ready to start his next chapter.
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