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@abraxasvirus
abraxasvirus : I WaNteD DeAth
TRON_EVOLUTION RP Blog
11+ years RP experience
RPing Abraxas since July 2013
21+ year old mun/comfortable with almost everything
18+ / No minors
Always open for threads (with preferred discussion first)
No crossovers (at mun's discretion)
Looking for new victims friends
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[Ares was good, actually. Not Legacy good, but good. And didn't disrespect Legacy so I'm happy! I had a good time at the movies. and I love love seeing new Tron merch coming out!]
GOAT cartoon, probably my favorite. I remember seeing a episode as it aired at a sleepover, at midnight? Huh...
[Honestly I don't HATE what I'm seeing of Tron: Ares, I just cringe every time jared leto appears]
[After eleven years, ya'll. Abraxas by @abraxasvirus/ @kai-ni, Tron: Evolution, Planet Comic Con 2025]
LOOK AT YOU!!!!! PRO YOU LOOK SO AWESOME THAT CLOAK IS RAD
[THANK YOU!!!! I had fun!!! Been waiting to do this FOREVER]
[After eleven years, ya'll. Abraxas by @abraxasvirus/ @kai-ni, Tron: Evolution, Planet Comic Con 2025]
[Night before the con selfieee :> Can't believe after ALL THESE YEARS I FINALLY get to cosplay Abraxas. Still working on the helmet circuits, will apply them tomorrow morning, then it's convention time]
[Oh my users it's REALLY HAPPENING after ELEVEN YEARS OF WAITING]
[So despite my lack of proper costume we had fun
Imagine if I’d had it though UGHHH
Clu 2.0 by firstclu/immortalspark
Hoodie Abraxas is moi]
[we are going to finally have the real thing, lads. nine years later Clu I miss you my dude]
[Would you BELIEVE it's ACTUALLY HAPPENING. 11 years.]
Rumors [Open]
It was not often the virus wandered into the city alone.
Usually he was accompanied by a number of his infected; they were a group of shadows, monsters appearing in the late cycles to make programs mysteriously disappear. But lately he tired of their company; they were base, mindless creatures, animals at best… And while he shared their tendencies he was not like them.
So Abraxas came to be crouched on a rooftop alone, idly flicking stray voxels from his fingers and onto the street below. They were the remains of some poor basic that had strayed out past curfew, and into an alley that was just dark enough. Her deresolution had been surprisingly swift; he did not intend to take back any new infected tonight.
Just as another cube hit the ground below with a tiny, almost imperceptible clink, a group of sentry rounded the corner; and Abraxas immediately turned to duck out of sight, leaping down the other side of the building to land in the opposite alley.
He would have preferred to derez the lot of them (and oh so easily could), but he was not yet so far gone that he forgot the importance of being subtle. Clu was either unaware of his continued presence in the system, or graciously allowing it as long as Abraxas… behaved. Whispers, rumors among the basics of a virus in the system instilled fear; reinforced the need for the admin’s protection.
The virus growled under his breath; the vague voices in his head whispered this was most likely the case; even now he was only a tool. But just as the growl passed his lips he heard it; footsteps on the still damp pavement from the recent energy rain - and he whirled around to meet whoever had been unfortunate enough to wander into him.
Eve had not been expecting to meet a Virus on a supply run.
Well. Another Virus. She was just older, and hid it better.
“You’re a long way from your haunt.” She observed quietly, flaring her energy field in warning. “I’m not looking to interrupt you, but if you attack me this is your only warning that I can and will fight dirty.” She listened to the babbling group of oblivious sentries, prey to Viruses and yet left to live. “Not in the mood for a hunt right now?”
Abraxas laughed at ‘fight dirty’, the sound cold and broken. “WiLL yOU? Don’T tEMpT mE.” A fight might be fun. He was not afraid of any program - except perhaps Clu, and even then death at the admin’s hands did not frighten him. It was what else he might do.
Eve hummed, feeling the corrupted yellow coil around her core, instincts perking up at the thought of a strength test against this newer Virus. “That bravado might get you worse than derezzed one day, and then who’d strike fear in Programs?” She teased.
A quick glance over Abraxas gave back confusing readings. “Do you still need energy the Program way, or is absorbing it from your thralls and victims enough?” She asked. “Because your circuits are far too dim to be sustainable - unless you’re using a cloak of course, in which case I apologise for assuming.”
The program’s lack of fear was confusing, but entertaining. More entertaining than the running and screaming he was usually faced with, anyway, though it might have been fun to rip her limb from limb just to prove her wrong. “ReALLy?” He huffed, completely ignoring the rest of her questioning. He didn’t have to answer to her; only to Clu. “yoU kNOW mE, prOGrAM?”
“Reputation, mostly. I’m not usually out this far.” Eve shrugged, unconcerned. “Abraxas, powerful Virus formed of what was left of the ISO leader Jalen after numerous experiments and reprogramming, scourge of Gallium and supposedly derezzed. Formerly Clu’s prized weapon, unclear on whether you were at his side willingly or if he had some kind of hold over you - not that you’d admit to it if he did. He’s aware you’re still around, but not how powerful you still are despite the numerous attempts by him and others to get rid of you.” She grinned, slow and lazy and with a hint of fang. “I did my research. Pays to see who might be sent to hunt me down, and you’re too smart to let a simple assassin get the better of you.”
Abraxas noticeably flinched at ‘Jalen’, his posture tensing. Very few programs knew… that name. “… hE knOWs?” the virus whispered, hung on that one detail of her rant. She knew… far too much, far more than your average program. Everyone who knew that name was supposed to be dead. Of course he’d suspected that Clu knew he was still alive. Been thinking about it a few micros ago, even. But having the confirmation still stung. That he was still the admin’s plaything, even now.
“He knows you’re online.” Eve hummed. “But you’re not the only Virus around, and he doesn’t know where you are or how powerful.” Yellow flickered through her pink circuits for a moment, something old and dangerous lurking underneath. “Let’s just say he’s a lot too busy chasing ghosts to care about a couple of monsters.” The fangs doubled, tripled, far too many to fit in a mouth. Designed to take and consume, to steal and rip apart. Still mostly hidden by a Program’s face, by kind smiling lips - a lure for the unwary target. “More fool him.”
She preferred to keep a few trusted Programs around in their original state, not needing a web of thralls - feeding a small nest wasn’t too hard for someone who fitted between a Program and a Virus, and she didn’t need to spread that way here. Besides. Pleasant emotions tasted much better than fear or misery or resignation, and she fed on those just as much as she did energy, so it had evolved into a mutually beneficial arrangement - protection for meals.
Abraxas, by contrast, looked like he was starving, trying to keep himself and his thralls online. “Come on.” Eve invited. “When was the last time you had energy? There’s a deposit not too far from here - you won’t corrupt it, and if you somehow manage to then I can probably reverse it.”
Seemed he wasn’t the only mess Clu had created. The admin left only disaster and ruin in his wake, and one cycle it would catch up to him. Abraxas hoped he’d be there when it did. He didn’t need energy. But he moved to follow this mysterious program anyway, out of curiosity more than anything else. She knew things, but couldn’t read him nearly as well as she thought. That might prove useful.
Eve decided against taking Abraxas to her usual pool - some of her nest liked going there, she didn’t want to lose them if they crossed paths. Another, smaller one would work - more secluded, harder to get to, needing the claws of a fully-developed Virus to reach.
The city was mostly deserted save for patrols at this time - she playfully snapped her teeth at one of her informants from the shadows, and they guided the squad they were attached to away with a grin, leaving behind a single datapad too carefully placed to be accidentally dropped. Eve scooped it up with a pleased hum. “Weapons shipments - one of my nest wants a tank, so I’m going to get them one.” She explained.
Abraxas followed along, purposefully hovering just a little too close to use his height against her, and generally to be annoying. He even considered calling a few of his infected to join them, then decided against it. It would be for intimidation, nothing more, and he didn’t feel he needed it... yet. Something she’d said earlier was still circling in his head, though. if you somehow manage, then I can probably reverse it. Reverse it. That was new. He stiffened when another program appeared, tensing in case it became necessary to attack. But she shooed them away just as quickly, gathering the datapad instead. Whatever she was up to didn’t concern him, and he didn’t really listen to the words. He was still... distracted.
sassy ass piece of shit (love him)
finally got around to watching a playthrough of tron: evolution the other day and all i can think is JALEN OH NOOOOOO
(the jalen is based on @3-inch-sam ‘s redesign of him!)
(May 2021)
i’m working on a fic that’s basically a jalen lives post-evo au and abraxas kinda just. sits in jalen’s programming à la venom and eddie,,, so here’s this inspired by that?
Rumors [Open]
It was not often the virus wandered into the city alone.
Usually he was accompanied by a number of his infected; they were a group of shadows, monsters appearing in the late cycles to make programs mysteriously disappear. But lately he tired of their company; they were base, mindless creatures, animals at best… And while he shared their tendencies he was not like them.
So Abraxas came to be crouched on a rooftop alone, idly flicking stray voxels from his fingers and onto the street below. They were the remains of some poor basic that had strayed out past curfew, and into an alley that was just dark enough. Her deresolution had been surprisingly swift; he did not intend to take back any new infected tonight.
Just as another cube hit the ground below with a tiny, almost imperceptible clink, a group of sentry rounded the corner; and Abraxas immediately turned to duck out of sight, leaping down the other side of the building to land in the opposite alley.
He would have preferred to derez the lot of them (and oh so easily could), but he was not yet so far gone that he forgot the importance of being subtle. Clu was either unaware of his continued presence in the system, or graciously allowing it as long as Abraxas… behaved. Whispers, rumors among the basics of a virus in the system instilled fear; reinforced the need for the admin’s protection.
The virus growled under his breath; the vague voices in his head whispered this was most likely the case; even now he was only a tool. But just as the growl passed his lips he heard it; footsteps on the still damp pavement from the recent energy rain - and he whirled around to meet whoever had been unfortunate enough to wander into him.
Eve had not been expecting to meet a Virus on a supply run.
Well. Another Virus. She was just older, and hid it better.
“You’re a long way from your haunt.” She observed quietly, flaring her energy field in warning. “I’m not looking to interrupt you, but if you attack me this is your only warning that I can and will fight dirty.” She listened to the babbling group of oblivious sentries, prey to Viruses and yet left to live. “Not in the mood for a hunt right now?”
Abraxas laughed at ‘fight dirty’, the sound cold and broken. “WiLL yOU? Don’T tEMpT mE.” A fight might be fun. He was not afraid of any program - except perhaps Clu, and even then death at the admin’s hands did not frighten him. It was what else he might do.
Eve hummed, feeling the corrupted yellow coil around her core, instincts perking up at the thought of a strength test against this newer Virus. “That bravado might get you worse than derezzed one day, and then who’d strike fear in Programs?” She teased.
A quick glance over Abraxas gave back confusing readings. “Do you still need energy the Program way, or is absorbing it from your thralls and victims enough?” She asked. “Because your circuits are far too dim to be sustainable - unless you’re using a cloak of course, in which case I apologise for assuming.”
The program’s lack of fear was confusing, but entertaining. More entertaining than the running and screaming he was usually faced with, anyway, though it might have been fun to rip her limb from limb just to prove her wrong. “ReALLy?” He huffed, completely ignoring the rest of her questioning. He didn’t have to answer to her; only to Clu. “yoU kNOW mE, prOGrAM?”
“Reputation, mostly. I’m not usually out this far.” Eve shrugged, unconcerned. “Abraxas, powerful Virus formed of what was left of the ISO leader Jalen after numerous experiments and reprogramming, scourge of Gallium and supposedly derezzed. Formerly Clu’s prized weapon, unclear on whether you were at his side willingly or if he had some kind of hold over you - not that you’d admit to it if he did. He’s aware you’re still around, but not how powerful you still are despite the numerous attempts by him and others to get rid of you.” She grinned, slow and lazy and with a hint of fang. “I did my research. Pays to see who might be sent to hunt me down, and you’re too smart to let a simple assassin get the better of you.”
Abraxas noticeably flinched at ‘Jalen’, his posture tensing. Very few programs knew… that name. “… hE knOWs?” the virus whispered, hung on that one detail of her rant. She knew… far too much, far more than your average program. Everyone who knew that name was supposed to be dead. Of course he’d suspected that Clu knew he was still alive. Been thinking about it a few micros ago, even. But having the confirmation still stung. That he was still the admin’s plaything, even now.
“He knows you’re online.” Eve hummed. “But you’re not the only Virus around, and he doesn’t know where you are or how powerful.” Yellow flickered through her pink circuits for a moment, something old and dangerous lurking underneath. “Let’s just say he’s a lot too busy chasing ghosts to care about a couple of monsters.” The fangs doubled, tripled, far too many to fit in a mouth. Designed to take and consume, to steal and rip apart. Still mostly hidden by a Program’s face, by kind smiling lips - a lure for the unwary target. “More fool him.”
She preferred to keep a few trusted Programs around in their original state, not needing a web of thralls - feeding a small nest wasn’t too hard for someone who fitted between a Program and a Virus, and she didn’t need to spread that way here. Besides. Pleasant emotions tasted much better than fear or misery or resignation, and she fed on those just as much as she did energy, so it had evolved into a mutually beneficial arrangement - protection for meals.
Abraxas, by contrast, looked like he was starving, trying to keep himself and his thralls online. “Come on.” Eve invited. “When was the last time you had energy? There’s a deposit not too far from here - you won’t corrupt it, and if you somehow manage to then I can probably reverse it.”
Seemed he wasn’t the only mess Clu had created. The admin left only disaster and ruin in his wake, and one cycle it would catch up to him. Abraxas hoped he’d be there when it did. He didn’t need energy. But he moved to follow this mysterious program anyway, out of curiosity more than anything else. She knew things, but couldn’t read him nearly as well as she thought. That might prove useful.
Rumors [Open]
It was not often the virus wandered into the city alone.
Usually he was accompanied by a number of his infected; they were a group of shadows, monsters appearing in the late cycles to make programs mysteriously disappear. But lately he tired of their company; they were base, mindless creatures, animals at best… And while he shared their tendencies he was not like them.
So Abraxas came to be crouched on a rooftop alone, idly flicking stray voxels from his fingers and onto the street below. They were the remains of some poor basic that had strayed out past curfew, and into an alley that was just dark enough. Her deresolution had been surprisingly swift; he did not intend to take back any new infected tonight.
Just as another cube hit the ground below with a tiny, almost imperceptible clink, a group of sentry rounded the corner; and Abraxas immediately turned to duck out of sight, leaping down the other side of the building to land in the opposite alley.
He would have preferred to derez the lot of them (and oh so easily could), but he was not yet so far gone that he forgot the importance of being subtle. Clu was either unaware of his continued presence in the system, or graciously allowing it as long as Abraxas… behaved. Whispers, rumors among the basics of a virus in the system instilled fear; reinforced the need for the admin’s protection.
The virus growled under his breath; the vague voices in his head whispered this was most likely the case; even now he was only a tool. But just as the growl passed his lips he heard it; footsteps on the still damp pavement from the recent energy rain - and he whirled around to meet whoever had been unfortunate enough to wander into him.
Eve had not been expecting to meet a Virus on a supply run.
Well. Another Virus. She was just older, and hid it better.
“You’re a long way from your haunt.” She observed quietly, flaring her energy field in warning. “I’m not looking to interrupt you, but if you attack me this is your only warning that I can and will fight dirty.” She listened to the babbling group of oblivious sentries, prey to Viruses and yet left to live. “Not in the mood for a hunt right now?”
Abraxas laughed at ‘fight dirty’, the sound cold and broken. “WiLL yOU? Don’T tEMpT mE.” A fight might be fun. He was not afraid of any program - except perhaps Clu, and even then death at the admin’s hands did not frighten him. It was what else he might do.
Eve hummed, feeling the corrupted yellow coil around her core, instincts perking up at the thought of a strength test against this newer Virus. “That bravado might get you worse than derezzed one day, and then who’d strike fear in Programs?” She teased.
A quick glance over Abraxas gave back confusing readings. “Do you still need energy the Program way, or is absorbing it from your thralls and victims enough?” She asked. “Because your circuits are far too dim to be sustainable - unless you’re using a cloak of course, in which case I apologise for assuming.”
The program’s lack of fear was confusing, but entertaining. More entertaining than the running and screaming he was usually faced with, anyway, though it might have been fun to rip her limb from limb just to prove her wrong. “ReALLy?” He huffed, completely ignoring the rest of her questioning. He didn’t have to answer to her; only to Clu. “yoU kNOW mE, prOGrAM?”
“Reputation, mostly. I’m not usually out this far.” Eve shrugged, unconcerned. “Abraxas, powerful Virus formed of what was left of the ISO leader Jalen after numerous experiments and reprogramming, scourge of Gallium and supposedly derezzed. Formerly Clu’s prized weapon, unclear on whether you were at his side willingly or if he had some kind of hold over you - not that you’d admit to it if he did. He’s aware you’re still around, but not how powerful you still are despite the numerous attempts by him and others to get rid of you.” She grinned, slow and lazy and with a hint of fang. “I did my research. Pays to see who might be sent to hunt me down, and you’re too smart to let a simple assassin get the better of you.”
Abraxas noticeably flinched at ‘Jalen’, his posture tensing. Very few programs knew... that name. “... hE knOWs?” the virus whispered, hung on that one detail of her rant. She knew... far too much, far more than your average program. Everyone who knew that name was supposed to be dead. Of course he’d suspected that Clu knew he was still alive. Been thinking about it a few micros ago, even. But having the confirmation still stung. That he was still the admin’s plaything, even now.
Knock knock🥰
Rumors [Open]
It was not often the virus wandered into the city alone.
Usually he was accompanied by a number of his infected; they were a group of shadows, monsters appearing in the late cycles to make programs mysteriously disappear. But lately he tired of their company; they were base, mindless creatures, animals at best… And while he shared their tendencies he was not like them.
So Abraxas came to be crouched on a rooftop alone, idly flicking stray voxels from his fingers and onto the street below. They were the remains of some poor basic that had strayed out past curfew, and into an alley that was just dark enough. Her deresolution had been surprisingly swift; he did not intend to take back any new infected tonight.
Just as another cube hit the ground below with a tiny, almost imperceptible clink, a group of sentry rounded the corner; and Abraxas immediately turned to duck out of sight, leaping down the other side of the building to land in the opposite alley.
He would have preferred to derez the lot of them (and oh so easily could), but he was not yet so far gone that he forgot the importance of being subtle. Clu was either unaware of his continued presence in the system, or graciously allowing it as long as Abraxas… behaved. Whispers, rumors among the basics of a virus in the system instilled fear; reinforced the need for the admin’s protection.
The virus growled under his breath; the vague voices in his head whispered this was most likely the case; even now he was only a tool. But just as the growl passed his lips he heard it; footsteps on the still damp pavement from the recent energy rain - and he whirled around to meet whoever had been unfortunate enough to wander into him.
Eve had not been expecting to meet a Virus on a supply run.
Well. Another Virus. She was just older, and hid it better.
“You’re a long way from your haunt.” She observed quietly, flaring her energy field in warning. “I’m not looking to interrupt you, but if you attack me this is your only warning that I can and will fight dirty.” She listened to the babbling group of oblivious sentries, prey to Viruses and yet left to live. “Not in the mood for a hunt right now?”
Abraxas laughed at ‘fight dirty’, the sound cold and broken. “WiLL yOU? Don’T tEMpT mE.” A fight might be fun. He was not afraid of any program - except perhaps Clu, and even then death at the admin’s hands did not frighten him. It was what else he might do.
Eve hummed, feeling the corrupted yellow coil around her core, instincts perking up at the thought of a strength test against this newer Virus. “That bravado might get you worse than derezzed one day, and then who’d strike fear in Programs?” She teased.
A quick glance over Abraxas gave back confusing readings. “Do you still need energy the Program way, or is absorbing it from your thralls and victims enough?” She asked. “Because your circuits are far too dim to be sustainable - unless you’re using a cloak of course, in which case I apologise for assuming.”
The program’s lack of fear was confusing, but entertaining. More entertaining than the running and screaming he was usually faced with, anyway, though it might have been fun to rip her limb from limb just to prove her wrong. “ReALLy?” He huffed, completely ignoring the rest of her questioning. He didn’t have to answer to her; only to Clu. “yoU kNOW mE, prOGrAM?”
