// iron tears and groans of lead ( v: borderlands )
Vitaly knew of it, from the whispers his father would say when he thought the child was asleep. His father was obsessed - the Vault would give him power beyond his own imagination. He knew of the Vault, and all the stories of passerbys and travellers that would share. Those who sought the Vault were Vault Hunters… and his father, Vergil Sparda, was one of them.
When his father failed to return to New Haven, Vitaly figured that he suffered the common ailment of Vault Hunters that seem to plague them - death and dismemberment. There was no way Vitaly could follow his footsteps though. His health was poor and sickly, especially, for a child that was born Pandoran. He stayed updated with the current news of the actions of any and all Vault Hunters though, collecting and hoarding ECHOs and trying to hear news of a silver haired Hunter wielding a katana. Still, the only Vault Hunters that passed by New Haven were never his father.
And, when the Vault was opened, years after his father disappeared, Vitaly knew it wasn’t his father.
Vitaly gave up waiting for his father.
Well, he was forced to give up - once the Vault opened up, Hyperion swiftly invaded, murdering most of the population, and kidnapping the rest. It came to a shock to the residents of New Haven. Of course, word spread of Hyperion’s new CEO taking the reigns and deeming all residents of Pandora to be eliminated and experimented on, in either order and in various degrees. But the residents never expected it to be this quickly - only a few managed to escape into the train heading to Sanctuary that Helena Pierce prepared.
Unfortunately, Vitaly was one of the few who wouldn’t make it.
Weak, feeble, sickly… he couldn’t outrun the Hyperion army. No one was going to save him; Pandora, when it all came down to it, was a planet ruled by the saying ‘every man, woman, and skag bitten sonovabitch for themselves’. Vitaly expected a cruel and painful death.
He wished he received that cruel and painful death.
Because the next thing Vitaly knew, he was strapped on a gurney, and the sensation of something both burning and freezing his veins flooded in. Hoarse cries and the worst pain, beyond imaginable, became his every day. Slick, bloodstained yet utterly pristine walls was his ‘home’. Begging for the sweet release of death, moans of torment when throats were literally ripped out, all for the mad sake of science.
He lost his name, forgotten and wiped, overwritten by purple and pain. He knew himself as V - as Five. Subject Number 005, of the Angelos testing, to see just how much slag and pure eridium a human can take. Turns out, most of people can’t take direct injections of slag running in their veins, a good chunk become medically insane, a few either spontaneously combust or melt into puddles of human goo… and a very, very small percentage can take and assimilate the alien substance.
Turns out, V was that lucky minority, the 1%. And, he was even more special - turns out the Angelos Project wasn’t just to see what eridium does to a person. Maybe, by injecting pure eridium, Hyperion could create an artificial Siren. Sure, there was only six Sirens in the entire universe, but that was natural Sirens. Handsome Jack wanted to see if he could defy nature itself, because if anyone could do it, Handsome Jack can.
Subject #005 was his only success. And V’s powers were damned useful for Handsome Jack’s needs - mind control anyone who’s been injected with slag and eridium? Why not create a whole badass army to go with his robot legion? With Angel on his side handling the technology, and this Angelos Project siren handling the biological, Handsome Jack could save Pandora.
V ‘mourned’ when Handsome Jack died by the hands of the Vault Hunters. And by ‘mourn’, he celebrated. And by celebrate, V razed the Wildlife Exploitation Preserve using his fake Siren powers and two other experiments - a fierce Skag known as Shadow, and an aggressive Stalker named Griffon. Once the entire facility was destroyed, the crazed artificial Siren imploded, shattering into dust and slag.
There’s a strange, black haired man who roams Pandora, mainly living in the wastelands that were the former Eridium Blights. Strange markings litter his body, but he’s definitely not a Siren - all Sirens were female, after all! Stop and talk to him, and he mutters odd things - of Blakes and innocence, of the insults that ‘friendly’ Stalker was saying, and of blue clad, white haired Vault Hunters.
He’ll pay a great bounty if you give him what he wants.
And he wants that white haired Vault Hunter, dressed in blue.
Phasequell - Allows him to control creatures that have been inflicted with slag, as well as control any creature that has ingested eridium - most notably, he controls two creatures, a Skag and a Stalker, but rumours has it he could control a third one.
Phasespike - Creates various bright purple eridium-powered spikes that surround him, and home in on various enemies.
Phaseseize - Manipulates slag tendrils that immobilize enemies on the spot for a short time.
dailybridgerton
romaincrisis
2087
dededos
