Sparda Vi Lazarus
"Dogs do as their told...wolves...do as they please."
===IDENTITY===
Full Name: Sparda Vi Lazarus
Nickname(s): Spar
Codename: The Freelancer
Alias(es): Vi
Age: 18
Classification: Meta-Human/Alien
Affiliation: Chaotic Neutral
===PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION===
Hair Color: Silvery White
Eye Color: Turquoise Blue
Gender Male
Height: 5ft11
Weight: 195lbs
Other Traits: Vi is often recognized by the collar wrapped around his neck with the letter V engraved into it, along with large white canine like ears on the sides of his head that are normally covered with special headphones and a large tail protruding from the bottom of his spine.
His full anatomy is also something that is to be noted. ===POWERS===
Powers:Also known as Alchemy, an art that was and still is a very favored study in Sparda's family. Based on the supposed transformation of matter. It was concerned particularly with attempts to convert base metals into gold or to find a universal elixir. Or, defined simply as a seemingly magical process of transformation, creation, or combination. This is what Lars's magic is based off of. When you get right down to it and dive into it's physics, it is so much more than that. The ability to change the very essence of things. When Lars transmutes, he must touch the object, and in the blink of an eye, transformation takes place.
Transmutation, as he calls it. Is his art...his craft. A mystical art transforming, altering, or otherwise destroying any given matter by using a direct magical energy. Giving him the ability to create one material from another, normally based on the five basic elements. Fire, water, earth, and air. The process of this art however is far more complex than most powers mages have, it cannot simply 'Pull' things from thin air. There are rules and laws to his craft, and thus a very simple process was made to prevent him from breaking these rules. Transmutation, is derived into four easy to understand steps that serve as the fundamental stepping stone of his power. Proper application of this craft requires not only a full understanding of chemistry, but extremely high intelligence and the ability to recognize the molecular makeup of any given object. When used to an advanced level, it can move into the spiritual plain, allowing him to meddle with ghost and attach them to things. This ability is also useful with enchantments, capable of being amplified if used with glyphs or other symbols. His transmutation can be broken down into three easy to understand steps.
Comprehension: Understanding the inherent structure and properties of the atomic or molecular makeup of a particular material to be transmuted, including the flow and balance of potential and kinetic energy within. In order to create, destroy, or alter. He must first understand what the object that serves as his canvas. Like turning a knife into a sword, a sword into a shield. This requires him to know what the knife is made out of, and alter its form into a sword while knowing what the sword is going to look like and be made off. Then, reconstruct the sword and reconstruct it into a shield, but while knowing how the gun is made, what pieces it needs to operate, and knowing the molecular build of the object he is creating. He IS fully capable of creating complex objects, but he MUST have the materials needed to make it. For example should he want to transmute a car. He would need a large amount of all the materials needed to make a car. Metal, glass (Or sand), iron, leather, and ect. Although given the size and complexity of the object, ultimately decides the duration of time it would take to create it. A car, would probably take about ten minutes to fully create correctly, where a gun would take about 10-20 seconds depending on the gun in question. There are also ways to amplify transmutations, while doing standalone transmutation. Everything he does is limited to what he can physically touch. The only thing he seems able to manipulate that he can't touch, is air molecules. But only within a short range of himself, generally twenty meters in any direction around him.
Another thing he cannot transmute, is himself. Since his biology is different from that of others. When transmuting others, it should be noted that because of sentient beings complex molecular makeup, takes about ten - twenty seconds to construct. However, when deconstructing, it is significantly less, taking only five to ten seconds given how breaking things down has always been easier than adding on or constructing onto it. However, another price for transmuting humans is an unfortunate delay. Fifteen seconds he must wait before he is capable of transmuting another organic being. Reasoning is unknown.
Destruction: Using energy to break down the physical structure of the identified material into a more malleable state. For example, breaking down earth and turning it into sand, then, reshaping the sand into a sculpture of some sort by manipulating the molecular makeup of the sand.
Construction: Using energy from a source to create a whole new structure. Like turning a large tree into a totem pole, the earth below him into a pillar of spikes, or even taking a pile of cloth and constructing it into clothing.
This is not an all powerful art, but a complex system of cause and effect. Requiring the use of mathematics, alchemy, and science in order to preform. A single limitation that should be noted, is that he cannot create something from nothing. To create, the creation must be taken from a source. Need a sword? Well something will be needed to make that sword, or at least something of solid form. As of now, Lars has nearly masted this science, but there is still something missing. He can turn a wall into rubble, and reconstruct the very essence of almost any material. However, it is not without it's flaws. The negative impact of this art are are followed. As of today, he is capable of manipulating a vast list of materials, mostly ones found on an elemental chart. He can turn a large area of solid earth into walls or other types of structures, turn walls into doors, turn wine into water. And overall alter things that are not to massive. If used directly on humans, he could very well kill them in a multitude of creative ways. Altering the blood in their bodies to boil or freeze, reconstruct their organs, or simply manipulate the air in a small area. He cannot pull off anything massive like tearing down a building, but he can pull off small but impressive feats. The biggest object he can currently transmute, is about the size of a large semi truck. It should be noted, that the materials he ends with have to be the same as the material he started with. If he transmutes metal, then the end result of whatever he is creating will be metal. But, if he were to be destructing metal, he could turn it into dust so long as its still metal.
Extremely Heightened Senses: Given Vi's hybrid blood, he is gifted with several physical enhancements he inherited from his father who was an alien These include advanced hearing, sense of smell, speed, and sight. However, his greatest skill is used with his hearing. He has developed the best hearing sense of any known animal with those large canine like radar dishes of his. He is capable of hearing sounds frequencies of up to 300kHz, blowing away piddly human abilities which at their best, humans can only hear up to about 20kHz. Vi also has extremely acute eyesight and superb night vision; Vi's vision is 3-4 times sharper than than a average human. He can spot targets from long distances away and often scan the earth from a looking for the slightest movement. His sense of smell, is just as good as his sense of hearing, and can smell things from several miles away.
On the final note, Vi's anatomy is something that has blown many away. His body is not built like the average human, probably due to his mixed blood. But his entire figure is completely built for speed. He can reach top speeds of 75MPH, but his acceleration, is whats truly impressive. Capable of leaving an modern day Automobile in its dust. Most land animals such as horses, or others, are no match. Capable of going 0-30 in three seconds for only three strides. Arrow dynamics, and a lightweight frame, enable this astonishing acceleration. Weighing only 100 pounds, his muscles don't have to carry much weight. Translating into acceleration instead. And a small head, flattened ribcage, and slender legs, minimize wind resistance. Once he reaches top speed, unique design features sustain this top speed. Vi's flexible spine, pivoting hips, and shoulder blades not fully attached to the collarbone. This allowed his legs to stretch further apart, increasing his stride length by 25 feet. Moving so quickly that his feet spend more time in the air then on the ground. In a high speed chase, his long muscular tails works as a stabilizing router. Even his feet, are designed for speed. Unlike other humans, Vi has the feet of a wolf or 'cat', Vi's paw pads are soft and flat, like tire treads. And his long sharp claws do not retract like other animals, and grip the earth. Like the cleats on a track shoe. These modifications, provide him with increased traction, and fast sharp turns. Making him very nimble, this speed, mixed with his transmutation abilities. Allows him to move faster than the human eye can sometimes track. However, his endurance is not as long as perhaps a humans is. Once at full speed, he can only keep up this speed for a good ten minutes before he tires out.
Hand to Hand Combat: Effective in close ranged combat, Vi is rather quick and acrobatic when in a fight. Since his powers mostly requires close quarters confrontation, he has learned how to effectively dodge the attacks of others and counter attack. This is mainly to compliment his transmutation, allowing him to use it effectively without making it a hassle.
Skills:Engineering
Intelligence
Strategy & Tactics
Science (Alchemy)
Dancing
Weaknesses:Severe Sickness: Due to the unhealthy living conditions he was exposed to as a child, Sparda has gained a sickness that he inherited from his father. He has gained a sickness known as the Genova, that is said to only inhabit his father's species, but was passed down to him. This sickness, causes the entire body to feel unimaginable amounts of pain for either five minutes, or even five weeks. This pain can only be managed with a special kind of medication he cannot afford, a radioactive substance that is actually used as a remedy on his father's planet. This sickness often happens at random points and when it does, his body goes haywire due to the massive amount of stress on his body and mind. This sickness will cripple him and make him incapable of movement and even speaking. This sickness can last hours, days, weeks...and even months.
Highly Sensitive Senses: While this would normally be considered his greatest strength, it can also be a great weakness. While he has advanced hearing, loud sounds sometimes cause him to go depth or even incapable of hearing himself thing and can become very painful when sounds reach high frequencies. He often wears a pair of headphones to sustain the amount of sound he can hear. Same thing with his sense of smell, his sense of smell may be great. But things that smell foul are bound of make him go dizzy and throw up, or worse. His sense of hearing is damaged to a worse extent. If someone where to set off a blow horn in his ear he'd probably bleed from the ears or perhaps even scream in pain.
Rebound: A rebound, simply put. Is what happens when the molecular equation of any given matter at hand is mistaken, misunderstood, or mis transmuted. For example, if trying to deconstruction a material unfamiliar to him, the transmutation would rebound; Causing the user to suffer debilitating pain and sickness for an extended amount of time. While this is a common side effect of the art, it is something that can kill him if he is constantly exposed to it. Which he why he studies alchemy and elements, so he knows the molecular build of most objects he comes into contact with in his daily life.
Incomprehension: When an element or object is completely unknown to him, it is impossible to transmute. In order to transmute anything, he must know what it is made of, and how to break it down or alter it. Without this knowledge, transmutation becomes useless, and the transmutation rebounds. This requires a mass level of intelligence in order to know, and remember the buildup of so many objects. Especially human beings. Making the less he knows, very dangerous to him.
Alchemical Laws: Something cannot be created from nothing, to create. The object must have a source. When creating, the object being recreated is the equivalent of the mass taken from the source. Lars cannot create a steel sword from water, he would need to gather a metal or steel to turn it into a sword. The same goes with any other material.
Other: While most of the weaknesses are stated above, one of the main weaknesses of this magic is its inability to manipulate or even defend against magic that is not fully tangible. While it can easily transmute earth, fire, air, or water, it cannot transmute other elements such as shadow, light, chaos, arcana, ect for they do not have an established molecular. Without something that can truly be touched and molded into something else, it puts him as a standstill when in confrontation with those kind of opponents. Same thing goes with materials he is not familiar with, say an enchanted weapon made from a material he has never seen before.
Equipment:Headphones: Vi's headphones were specifically designed by those who had imprisoned him in order to maintain his ability to focus and lock out any outside interference. As mentioned before, Vi's sense of sound is far above that of other creatures and thus, when without his headphones almost all sound directly effects him. Cars honking in the distance become sirens in his ears, people talking become voices in his head. To block this out, the headphones are designed to play music that does not disturb his senses, but tones them down by drowning out most outside sound and replacing it with a soothing melody. Almost like turning down the volume of a surround sound so you can hear what others are saying to you. The volume of the headphones can be adjusted, and a built in MP3 is installed into it.
===PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE===
Personality: Withdrawn and almost always silent Sparda is difficult to be around given his shy yet blunt nature. He appears to hold little interest in anything and seems very cold with that glare of his. Given his past events he has become somewhat overly sensitive, often hiding behind that emotionless front and showing no sympathy or empathy for anyone around him, making it difficult to hold a sensible conversation with him. He does not have many beliefs but he does not have faith in order and peace given the fact he has always been shown hate and violence. He has grown a type of hate for most governments such as the the American government as well as the others and believes chaos is the worlds original order. Believing that those who are ruled by governments are not truly free. Being a strong believer in freedom of choice, speech, and fate Sparda often disrespects authority figures without a second thought.
Even after he controlled the restrictions of his abilities he has become rather aggressive and standoffish. He is extremely violent mostly because he is so defensive and not to mention highly sensitive. Often becoming emotionally hurt if someone where to call him a name of attempt to hurt him. He is violent in the presence of violence. When left alone and with those who are pretty nice. Sparda becomes relaxed, feeding off the vibes of those around him. For every reaction, there is a opposite, and equal reaction. Meaning he often acts as those around him do...if someone is angry. Chances are Sparda will feed off of of this and become aggressive.
Over the years Sparda has grown a keen interest in music and technology. He also likes to dance to a type of music called 'Dubstep'. Sometimes putting on a song and just dancing alone for his own enjoyment. As far as technology goes he loves to play instruments. Although he has little to no skills with a piano, he just enjoys pressing buttons to see what will happen. Since his large ears are so sensitive, he finds it 'soothing' to listen to stand alone noises. It's hard to get close to him because he is always so cautious and suspicious of everything, thinking he is incapable of love and compassion he just refuses to let anyone in simply because anyone he does let in just hurts him in the end. So he shuts himself off from the world and lives in his own reality where monsters are the good guys.
Sparda also still suffers from nightmares and depression and is often found sitting in a chair as if he where a zombie or deep in thought. Having no one to share his thoughts with he resorted to keeping a journal that he writes in every night, As a way to keep himself sane he will occasionally he will hold a hand on his chest and check for a heart beat just to make sure he still has one. He feels broken and empty inside, as if his heart was made of ice. While on the surface he appears to just want to be left alone, he truthfully just wants his life back. To feel the warmth of love like all those years ago with his mother.
Overall Sparda is emotionally, mentally and physically unstable. Thus, rarely, as it does happen, the man can breakdown in madness. In that moment, the true Sparda is revealed; a pathetic, lonely, and angry child. So beneath cold emotionless front, underneath the flesh of his hate and the bone of his anger. Is the tenderness of his heart. The real him. Some are so distracted by what they see on the surface that they never take the time to strip away the flesh and bone to see what is underneath. Inside he is alone...hurt...and suffering. Living his life an outcast with no one to be close to, and facing trauma at a young age he feels cold inside. It is this that has caused the insanity within him. Truth be told, while it may seem as if Sparda is a broken man who is faltering. In truth, his will is harder than diamond. He will never bend...but will never break. Therefore, he is a 'madman'… a madman with the power to consume the world in darkness.
Strengths: Transmutation, Close Combat, sharp wits
Interests/Habits: Reading, music, dancing, chasing things, ect
Goals: His goals are shrouded in confusion because he honestly does not know what he want's in life other than too survive. His entire life he had been lied too, imprisoned, and abused by the general public and labeled an outcast. As a result, his only goal is to find the place his belongs and to survive long enough to get there. But this is hard given his crippling sickness that is slowly killing him, making him a danger to everyone around him considering he will do whatever it takes to stay alive.
Fears: To be forgotten and labeled evil for the things he must do to stay alive...
Secrets: He tries to keep his history as an experiment a secret. His powers and very noticeable mutations make it obvious he is not fully human, and when others pester him about where he is from and how he came to be. He often lies or just replies with yet another question.
Likes:+ Being pet and groomed
+ Belly rubs
+ Meat of all kinds
+ Exercise
Dislikes:- Having his tail touched or yanked on *Big nono*
- Extremely loud noises
- Suffering his sickness
- Being threatened and patronized for trying to stay alive
Favorite food: Strawberries <3
Favorite drink: Fruit Punch & most kinds of juice
Favorite color: Turquoise Blue
Favorite band: RED/Lindsy Stirling
Favorite holiday: Unknown
Favorite animal: Wolves
Favorite movie: Unknown
Favorite book: The Sight by David Clement Davies
===PERSONAL BACKGROUND===
Family Members: Lufia -Mother- Elysium -Father-
Place of Origin: Went Prison Colony
History: Sparda was reportedly born and raised in a prison known as Went Prison Colony, a hellish prison that his mother was thrown into by their own kind as 'punishment'. He came to regard the prison as a home, a place where he learned "the truth about despair." He vaguely claims to have been "born in [darkness]" and created by it and that he didn't "see the light" until he was only a man. Sparda, being raised in a place with no light was strange for him. His mother, who's name was 'Lufia' was in this prison before he was born for treason against a member of their clan. Betraying them for falling in love with an alien being. As a result, she was taken to this prison and thrown into the place by them. It is there Sparda spent most of his childhood. Growing up in total darkness with the worse kind of creatures imaginable he was a very timid and easily frightened kid. Often relying on his mother to survive. To afraid to leave his cell alone he spent most of his days playing with his mother and attempting to be a child despite the unspeakable horrors that lied just behind the bars of his cell. His mother, who was a powerful fighter with intensive knowledge on their clan or 'family', was strong enough to fend for her and her child. She was a rock and his 'beacon' of light.
Sparda, by nature. Is very frail and grew up with a sickness that made him physically incapable of many things. Growing up barely able to move he could barely 'live' with the illness that had struck him worse than most could withstand. However, due to sheer willpower and his mothers knowledge of healing. He was able to survive this sickness most of his childhood. His mother, who tried to teach him how to defend himself with standard combat that often failed miserably. Although he was obviously highly intelligent, he could not tap into certain abilities given his sickness and mental health. However, there was one ability he managed understand despite his young age. He eventually grew to understand himself and how his body worked. Learning martial arts after constant practice. Learning of his transmutation magic at a young age, which his mother helped his master.
As years passed, and his eyes adjusted to the dark. He eventually gained the ability to see completely in the dark. He grew less afraid of what was around him and started to venture out more. And given the brutality of the environment around him he soon became numb to most things and his emotions seemed to flicker. One day, he awoke to screaming. As the child awakened his quickly saw that for once, his mother was not there. Seeing as she had always took her with him, or at least warned him when she was going to leave him alone. The second time he heard the scream he noticed it sounded less like the sound of pleading...but the sound of pure rage. It did not take him long to realize it was his mother who was screaming, and with this realization. He jumped up and ran out into the darkness. Following the sounds of the screaming when he finally found her he witnessed true horror. The woman who had gone through hell to raise a child was being savagely beaten, and taken advantage of right before his very eyes by a couple of what appeared to be other prisoners. Given the way they spoke. Frozen in horror another quickly came from the other side of him and knocked him to the ground in front of her. Pressing his foot into the back of the boys head as he stared into his mothers eyes as they beat the life out of her. He screamed, cried, and begged them to stop. But it just went on, and on, and on. Until about thirty minutes later...her heart gave out. Probably from the pain or the humiliation of being degraded in front of her child. It was at that moment something inside of Sparda snapped...something went horribly wrong. His facial expression, became almost completely blank. And those emotions that where already flickering...disappeared permanently. His facial expression, became almost completely blank. And those emotions that where already flickering...disappeared permanently. His inner fire was gone, and with a heart that felt like it had been shattered like glass and shattered again, and again, until it was nothing but dust he let his soul go.
It was at this moment Sparda had lost his 'original' personality. After this scenario, he quickly began to go mad and as a young boy. Became highly unstable and incapable of holding his mind together after constantly witnessing horror. He eventually learned to utilize his transmutation effectively, and soon escaped the hellish prison. Getting out into the world and earning himself the occupation of an assassin, thief, and overall hired gun. Sometimes gambling and doing other shady deeds in order to survive. Using his middle name Vi as his alias.
As an adult and free man, he eventually began to see the chaos in the world. The situation was...unstable and the pathetic rule of others was getting the world nowhere.. From there, Vi did nothing but research, and eventually became concerned with the world and decided to offer their find his own way to aid it... Vi, in a simple sense. Works as a Freelance Assassin and detective. Sparda was originally employed as a weapons developer for the world of espionage, inventing several traps and special toys that helped kill more than a few crime lords, politics and other unsavory types at the age of sixteen, going by the alias Vi he brought true justice while the government often failed at bringing justice. Vi was more of an assassin. His specialty was low-impact kinetic operations. While the soldiers, bounty hunters, and other assassins had trouble tracking tricky targets, wasting time and burning up gold. It was L they called. And with his special gifts he proceeded to create complex plans, he often found bizarre yet brilliant ways to bring forth the end of his targets. And he has been doing this job for many years, none of his clients even know what he looks like in person.
Sample rp: Time. The line of everlasting existence through events and history? Or was it something more? Fact was, time was not something that could truthfully be explained by anyone. It was infinite. Just like the mysteries it held deep within its roots. Many thought of time as a way to recognize the present...Others believed it to be so much more. A force beyond comprehension doing its work unintentionally and perfectly all at once. The stubborn existence of organization that held the past within a seal. The bringer of the future and the giver of the present. Some believed time to be a god all itself, invisible to the naked eye and unheard through religion. It very well could have been. When phrases are shouted out like ‘we are out of time!’ or ‘Times up.’ To some they are just phrases, to others they are tribute to the all mighty god of time. Whoever it may be weather it was real or not. Or perhaps…for something to be real one must simply believe it to be real? Faith was a powerful substance in many cultures throughout history.
Consisting side by side with time was the gift of memories. A function of history stored within the subconscious of ones mind throughout the period of their lives. Of course…there were always memories better left forgotten. Despite the fact memories would always eventually be forgotten in the downward spiral called time. The memories of the past, of those before us. Never told from the beholder but often from the witness. Stories and legends passed down generation to generation but with each generation only losing more and more of the truth as the line between reality and fantasy grows ever so thinner. It was the same with the beings that traveled the world. Over time ones blood does not strengthen. It weakens. If one were to make a copy, of a copy, of a copy it would not come out stronger. But weaker. This has always been true. The memories that held the truth where lost…forgotten In time.
At this time...Sparda was looking for someone. Someone he had heard of recently. The man was alone... He had no family, not anymore. No allies, no teammates. No friends...nothing except for an idea. And as the man traveled through the port his eyes narrowed. Long black and silver hair stretched down to his neck as he moved forward with caution. Eyepatch around his cursed eye and his trademark garbs with his clan symbol stitched into the back of it. Sparda reached into one of his many pockets and pulled out a piece of parchment...unrolling it and looking examining it. 'The Dred Wolf...bounty.' Sparda paid no mind to the actual bounty and focused on the sketch of the man...seemed like he would be simple enough to find...many legends and myths surrounded this man. Each one of them drawling the wolf closer to him...The game intensified.
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