Phantom

It/its Eldritch Horror type vibe [Mun is a minor! No NSFW!] | Man’s attempt to make a god went horribly wrong. The project was abandoned, but the creature made never died. Now, it struggles to reach the surface, to escape its prison.

[hidden-phantom]

The Phantom/Numina Experiment

Rules (read before interacting!)

(Tags: Phantom Experiment (RP, lore post-escape, etc) Phantom Answers (answering asks), The Numina Project (lore pre-escape), quoth the Jay (ooc posts))

Character Info Below

Lore

Phantom - or, as called by its creators, The Numina Project - is a being of great power. It was an attempt to create a deity or something of great power to serve mankind, a great show of hubris and not realizing that creating something like this would have consequences. When its creators realized the disastrous consequences of its existence, they locked it into its tank/chamber where it was grown and made. The laboratory was abandoned, buried, with any records of its existence wiped.

It was many years later that the project managed to gain some consciousness/sentience. It is kept in a mostly sleeping state, but it has some ability to project extensions of its will - called “Shades” or “Phantoms” - into the real world, away from where it was made.

These manifestations of itself wander the world, taking in the sights and sounds, though they cannot feel or taste or smell. These creatures are incorporeal. These creatures wander, searching for someone or something that can free it from its underground prison.

Though, freeing it may lead to disastrous consequences…

//extra lore posts:

Pt. 1 /

Abilities

Contained

It can create the Shades/Phantoms, it can channel its telepathic abilities through these shades. It can create shades of many shapes and forms, and cause areas to be cloaked in shadow.

It seems to be immortal, though it is unsure of how long it has existed, it knows it shouldn’t be alive.

Freed

It is unclear… though it is obvious that if it ever manages to escape the confines of its chamber it will be deity-levels of powerful. Capable of great destruction, or great creation.

Appearance(s)

Physical Body (“Numina”)

It doesn’t know what it looks like until it is out of the chamber. It can be assumed that is is humanoid. Once out of the chamber, it has pale skin (near sheet-white), and very long, inky black hair that flows like it is still in liquid, its hair seems to absorb all of the light around it. Its eyes are pitch black, seeming to suck in all of the light around it, like its hair. It appears to be more feminine than masculine. It has some purple - sometimes glowing - markings.

While its shades are very fluid, the physical form of Numina isn’t fully static either. Sometimes things will seem off. Like height, face shape, hair length, subtle things. Other times it will just grow new limbs or body parts or something. Like eyes, wings, antlers, extra set of arms, tails, etc. Nothing is static with this creature.

Phantoms

These appear as shadows. Even in bright areas, it is a dark shadow. It appears as a 3D shadow, even. Occasionally, they can appear to have a glitching effect, or something parts of it can go invisible/somewhat transparent.

They can come in many forms, humanoid, as a creature, or blobs or random other shapes.

Voice claims

Physical Body “Numina” (non-shade) - Nyx (Hades)

Phantoms (telepathy) - Chaos (Hades & Hades II)

Celestial Being - Chaos & Nyx (imagine their voices stacked and then there’s multiple other layers of voice under them, like there’s many many people speaking in unison)

Personality

It is pretty aloof. Not because it’s trying to act cool, but because it is constantly only about half-conscious. It gets attached easily. Talking to it, especially if you praise or are nice to it will likely result in your shadow being a bit darker than usual, maybe even having white eyes.

[ryebreadgf]

something something the poetry of science etc

[ryebreadgf]

woah

[dramaticwriter]

yeah

[scp-threats-is-back]

theory of everything (the talos principal 2)

[asap-azriel]

HOLY GD REFERENCE

[scp-threats-is-back]

?

[asap-azriel]

theory of everything.

[scp-threats-is-back]

hell yeea, i love TTP2. Who's your favourite character?

[goth-queen]

[thememedaddy]

[hidden-phantom]

So I am allowed to do all of these things…

[hidden-phantom]

OPEN RP!

A strange visitor (is that a cat?)

You had been feeling like you’d been being watched for a while now. It was causing unease in your stomach. Who knew what could be lurking in the shadows at the evening hour you had chosen to take a walk during.

Eventually, you looked up, and saw the silhouette of a black cat, its eyes practically glowing as it watched you from above.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been looking for a person that could get it out of its prison. A fruitless search, though it was determined. It needed to escape. It needed to live.

It had been watching one person in particular throughout this day. They seemed somewhat competent. It had also chosen the form of a small, mammalian creature that people seemed to like, as it might make it more approachable than it was looking like what people called a ghost or a vengeful spirit. Whatever that meant.

So there it was, sitting on a roof, watching the subject of its current hope interest. When the person below looked up, caught its eyes, it tipped its head to the side, then moved its shade - the form slipping into shadow and appearing at the persons feet - closer. It looked up at the human.

[hidden-phantom]

Open RP!

Strange apparition.

Phantom had sent yet another one of its shades out into the world. This time it was mostly just sightseeing. It had started to lose hope on getting people to help it, so it might as well see what it is they’re trying to escape to, to give it more reasons to continue its hopeless endeavor.

It was sightseeing, basically. Like a normal tourist, and it didn’t bother hiding its shade from the sight of others. It wasn’t like its shades could be harmed, or even touched. If someone tried, it would just go straight through the ‘body’ of the shade, both parties left completely unharmed.

It ignored the shocked gasps the common folk expressed upon seeing it, ignored the fear it could sense spiking through the people’s minds. Let them fear it. It was humans like them that trapped it in this hell, after all. As far as it knew, at least. They could handle a little fear, a little bit of their worldviews being warped. It cared not for the plights of man. Unless said people could help it escape its prison.

It was surprised when it heard footsteps approaching its shade, it had the shade turn to face the bold one who would chance an approach.

[hidden-phantom]

//Lore expansion:

(it’s dark matter)

Here’s a snippet:

Scientists bit off a lot more than they could chew with this one. Learning about the reality of dark matter is one thing. Finding and trapping some of it is another thing entirely.

Placing it into a test tube, observing it is another thing entirely.

Trying to make a life form out of it - trying to give it a physical, semi-human form once you realize it is alive - is likely the biggest act of hubris ever recorded in human history. Sometimes some parts of science aren’t meant to be answered, should just be left to be questions.

Something with the capacity to destroy the universe as a whole… or just change it as we know it forever, is borne of this experiment. Otherwise, is a great success, technically, a wonder of science and existence, something to be proud of, truly.

Either way you see it, it’s far too dangerous, and the scientists bury it deep deep deep down where nobody will find it. They have the government lock it down and simply say it’s a radioactive hazard, or something. Governments can’t be trusted with something that can be used as a weapon of mass destruction. Nuclear bombs were clear evidence of that.

It takes years for the small bit of dark matter to awaken inside of its flesh prison, inside of its tank prison, deep underground.

It doesn’t know what it is, why it exists, disconnected from the whole of the dark matter in the universe, it just knows it needs to leave this chamber.

//in this world, Dark Matter is alive, but not sentient. If given a ‘host’ of sorts, it can become sentient. Which is what Phantom/Numina did.

@spicyscribz this is your fault btw 🫵

Future concept might be it escaping and connecting with the rest of the dark matter of the universe and BAM! It becomes like a deity.//

[jay-jabbers]

Day 8 - Blue Sky

Phantom had finally escaped that prison. That deep bunker, and within it, the chamber that it had known for its entire existence.

The closest thing it had seen to the wonders around it were the shades it could conjure and send to the rest of the world, but that couldn’t capture the utter breathtaking beauty all around it. Even the colors seemed more vibrant.

The sun was rising, and the Phantom could watch. Not looking directly at the sun, of course. It didn’t want to blind itself on its first day out in the real world, but it watched the stars retreat, the crickets stopped chirping, the birds taking their place.

Phantom was in bliss, taking in its new surroundings.

After a few hours of waiting, it looked upward at the brilliant blue sky, the clouds dotting it like decorations. It cared not for the beauty mankind could make, instead it would appreciate what had been there for years, for eras. The sky had watched the rises and falls of kingdoms, of humans, of days and years. Phantom could relate. Watching silently from the shadows, it had observed the cruelty, but also the beauty of the world.

But for now, it lied back in the grass - poking at it, sure, but the physical sensation was worth it. It let the tiny bugs crawl over it, it didn’t mind them either - and taking in deep breaths of the scent of plant life and warmth.

This, this warmth, this beauty and this connection with the outside world? This made those lonely, painstaking years of looking for a way to escape that hole it crawled out of worth it. It was and it would always be worth it, so long as it had the bright blue sky to look forward to.

[goth-queen]

[hidden-phantom]

If you're one day able to escape and reach the surface what would you like to do first? What do you want to do the most?

Hm… I’d like to taste food. It looks good. I’d like to feel the grass and smell the smells. My Phantoms are unable to do anything more than see and hear, so anything to do with the other sensations, I’d like to feel.

[worlds-best-sister]

OPEN RP - A NEW CITY

Seraphina is searching. She has been for the last century. It was a new city, the same things. Always the same. She would run out of cash swiftly as she gave it to any who asked. Her feet hurt, such a human problem, yet she refused to use a car. She wasn't looking for something in a place she knew of. She was searching for someone. Somewhere.

She stops to rest in the shade of a tree by the side of a cemetery. The most peaceful place she could think of, yet the least likely to have the person she wanted to find. In every city, she always takes a moment to stop and watch the people go by, to listen to the whispers of the dead, and to taste the blend of emotions rushing around her.

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[hidden-phantom]

The Phantom spotted someone. Strange. People didn’t tend to linger in graveyards, unless they were crying to themselves or standing in front of one specific grave. Acts it didn’t fully understand.

The silhouette observed the woman for a moment, before making itself visible to her - it usually kept itself invisible to the average human, not wanting to deal with all of the screams - and waited for her to notice it.

It just looks like a stark shadow, 3d, with glowing white eyes, narrowed in confusion.

[jay-jabbers]

RP Accounts Masterlist

Might Update at some point

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Marvel

@winter-solstice-soldier (AKA my main account, where my follows and likes come from. It’s my most active, too. Prime: once a part of HYDRA, born and raised there, in fact. They left with the help of a Widow that is a sort of mother figure now, and they go on missions to attempt to help take HYDRA down once and for all. They have some AU versions, as well, check them out in their intro post.)

@mirage-widow (a Black Widow, an elite assassin. She has a slight telepathy mutation and the ability to refract light. She is cutthroat, and dedicated to her missions. Not the friendliest person ever.)

@bucketload-of-barnes-siblings (Winter Solstice’s siblings and their younger self. They accidentally fell through time, collected their siblings, then returned to the correct time with them in tow. They’re doing their best to give the kids a better life.)

DC

@just-finch-things (a vigilante in Gotham. She was orphaned after her family got into a collision with a drunk driver. She was adopted by Bruce Wayne, trained, and became the vigilante Finch. She later changes her vigilante name to Rosefinch. Then, later to Scarletfinch, a vigilante that uses gases and toxins to take down her opponents.)

@styx-maybe-mothman (a kid living on the streets of Gotham, alone. They work at a bookstore, but they have a secret: they’re a metahuman, with the ability to shapeshift between a human form, an owl form, and a form that’s somewhere in between those two. People whisper that they seem like Gotham’s version of Mothman, and they’ve accepted the title, because it’s funny.)

Misc.

@hidden-phantom (a lab experiment gone wrong. It’s stuck somewhere in a hidden lab, though it can send extensions of its will out towards the outside world, called Phantoms or Shades or Ghosts. It longs to reach the surface for real, some day.)

@jays-multimuse-blog (just a blog with multiple fellas that I decided didn’t have enough to make full blogs for/were moved from a different blog so I don’t have fifty blogs going at once lol.)

@corvid-chaos (a girl with a curse. The curse of having multiple corvids that can speak follow her around. Oh, and to add insult to injury, she’s the only one that can see the corvids. It’s… complicated.)

[my-dailydreams]

[jay-jabbers]

Hey guys! Sorry I went radio silent for most of the day.

Long story short a family member died, and I’ve just been off since hearing the news around noon…

I’ll try to get back into rps, but if I only really have motivation for a couple please know I’m not ignoring anyone on purpose!

[sentinel-rose]

Open RP

Open to everyone, gonna try to make the setting vauge so it can fit any setting

She stood out sitting there like that. A woman wrapped in a scaly red cloak leaned against a surface seemingly asleep. Her metal fingers poked out from her cloak, catching the light at just the wrong angle to shine right into your eyes. Her dark gray and red hair were an odd combination for someone that looked so young, although even with her eyes closed, her eye bags were heavy. She had a gun strapped to her thigh, her other hand resting on its grip. Right when you think you've been staring for just a second too long, her eyes snap open. Her eyes are... they look broken... black and red like some monstrous demon. Her pupils are shattered like glass just free floating around her eye.

She lets out a low growl, her grip tightening around her pistol grip. "What?"

[hidden-phantom]

The shade stared back, silent, just sort of floating.

It somewhat looked like a sleep-paralysis demon, or something perceived in the dark of a room, something that looked a little too humanoid to just be a shadow in the corner of the room.

Finally, it spoke. Spoke wouldn’t be the right word. It’s ‘voice’ echoing throughout both of their minds. A telepath, of sorts.

You know, that pistol cannot hurt me.

It’s not really a question, just a fact. In this form, it was strictly incorporeal.

[sentinel-rose]

She grits her teeth. One thing she hated more than anything was telepaths. Her mind became clouded with strange thoughts of nothing and random memories that aren't real, just in case this thing can also read minds. "What the hell are you?"

[hidden-phantom]

That’s not entirely clear to me, either.

It tilted its shades head to the side - it was beginning to mimic the body language of people in general, it spent time watching people, for research - confused by the onslaught of odd memories and thoughts, but didn’t comment on it.

But simply put, the thing you are seeing is one of my shades. What are you?

[sentinel-rose]

Open RP

Open to everyone, gonna try to make the setting vauge so it can fit any setting

She stood out sitting there like that. A woman wrapped in a scaly red cloak leaned against a surface seemingly asleep. Her metal fingers poked out from her cloak, catching the light at just the wrong angle to shine right into your eyes. Her dark gray and red hair were an odd combination for someone that looked so young, although even with her eyes closed, her eye bags were heavy. She had a gun strapped to her thigh, her other hand resting on its grip. Right when you think you've been staring for just a second too long, her eyes snap open. Her eyes are... they look broken... black and red like some monstrous demon. Her pupils are shattered like glass just free floating around her eye.

She lets out a low growl, her grip tightening around her pistol grip. "What?"

[hidden-phantom]

The shade stared back, silent, just sort of floating.

It somewhat looked like a sleep-paralysis demon, or something perceived in the dark of a room, something that looked a little too humanoid to just be a shadow in the corner of the room.

Finally, it spoke. Spoke wouldn’t be the right word. It’s ‘voice’ echoing throughout both of their minds. A telepath, of sorts.

You know, that pistol cannot hurt me.

It’s not really a question, just a fact. In this form, it was strictly incorporeal.

[jay-jabbers]

Day 8 - Blue Sky

Phantom had finally escaped that prison. That deep bunker, and within it, the chamber that it had known for its entire existence.

The closest thing it had seen to the wonders around it were the shades it could conjure and send to the rest of the world, but that couldn’t capture the utter breathtaking beauty all around it. Even the colors seemed more vibrant.

The sun was rising, and the Phantom could watch. Not looking directly at the sun, of course. It didn’t want to blind itself on its first day out in the real world, but it watched the stars retreat, the crickets stopped chirping, the birds taking their place.

Phantom was in bliss, taking in its new surroundings.

After a few hours of waiting, it looked upward at the brilliant blue sky, the clouds dotting it like decorations. It cared not for the beauty mankind could make, instead it would appreciate what had been there for years, for eras. The sky had watched the rises and falls of kingdoms, of humans, of days and years. Phantom could relate. Watching silently from the shadows, it had observed the cruelty, but also the beauty of the world.

But for now, it lied back in the grass - poking at it, sure, but the physical sensation was worth it. It let the tiny bugs crawl over it, it didn’t mind them either - and taking in deep breaths of the scent of plant life and warmth.

This, this warmth, this beauty and this connection with the outside world? This made those lonely, painstaking years of looking for a way to escape that hole it crawled out of worth it. It was and it would always be worth it, so long as it had the bright blue sky to look forward to.