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shiningpresence:
Emptiness. Cold, cold, emptiness suddenly felt as though it permeated what of his ‘form’ was corporeal. The manic, endless stream of thoughts that came & went as it pleased halted & for the briefest moment in time, there was clarity.
And it was the worst thing he’d ever known. Clarity, to think for even a moment without interruption from the endless torment of his own instability and his own rampant, wild emotions when they did arise beyond nihilism. For the briefest moment in time, it was almost like when he was alive and before his form had disintegrated into absolute nothingness; yet starkly different for he lacked a heart to feel warmth. From rampant emotional delusion came a horrific instability in his very being.
Clarity is awfully difficult to stomach when you can’t even stand to look at the truth without collapsing in on yourself, a dying star amongst endless space.
“…What have you done to me… What did you…”
This seed was the reason behind his momentary reprieve, but truly how momentary it is. A growl ripped from Paradox’s throat as he gripped it, and threw it hard into the vast nothingness around them. He backed away from Herrscher entirely, hands gripping at his head as if he were in nothing short of agony.
A paradox in and of itself. While momentarily sparing him of his hopelessness and nihilism, he was wrought instead with despair of the truth.
“Don’t touch me… Leave me… Leave me alone… I want to go home….I…”
The rings of each bounce the seed made against the unseen ground rippled outward. Disappearing into the vast, numbing emptiness, just like the seed that plunged into the depths. Whatever ground there was the compaction of insanity vanished with a dull, near bell like sound.
The arms around them slipped away as the truth began to rise anew within Paradox. Without insanity to play its tune and delude his senses to disorient his thoughts, the very realization that twisted his mind to who he is now flourished. Denial could only keep the beast of emotional pain at bay for so long- an agonizing reality that was learned long ago.
To further this torment by voicing lectures or words of glaring truth, there was no need. He’s not Richter, or Bluhen. Add himself was already collapsing in his own mind. Herrscher watched on as the internal struggle went on, the “hands” moving to reach for the poor boy. The lord of void, however, did not make any move to close the space between them.
... You wish to see your mother...
shiningpresence:
Effortlessly, Paradox twists around behind Herrscher, hovering up just far enough to wrap his arms around the entity’s shoulders & rest his chin so very closely against his shoulder. There is no warmth in this husk of a form; Herrscher’s ‘physical’ body feels as empty as a hallowed shell. It’s hardly any different than how his own form feels; weightless, almost, and untethered by anything.
Something of a wicked grin formed upon his lips, his body destabilizing all the further; and for a moment it seemed as though a row of sharp teeth glinted in what light there was.
“Kuhuhu…. An endless hell of our own making… Doomed to carry out our meaningless attempts again, again, again….–!”
& he clutches tighter to the other, despite knowing very well that the entity could simply slip away from him if he so desired. And if he so did, Paradox might not even consider to pursue. Left to his manic ramblings, he’d carry on just the same; with or without someone to bear witness.
The closer the space-time entity drew, the wisps of hands curled and parted. A few that were faint or small reached, only to flinch away, but Herrscher remained. Still as could be as Paradox wrapped around him.
...
The very existence of the temporal being became difficult to discern from whether he was there or not. When he was, the existence felt too scattered yet still there. In other words: Add was becoming displaced and unstable.
He reached, resting a woven hand over one of Paradox’s arms. Relieving the poor, once-was human of the confines of tormenting existence was... an impossibility. One cannot kill that which does not exist, not even if it simultaneously lives. Yet, there was one method he long cast aside for a more permanent solution of releasing others from their pain.
The fingers wrapped around the paradoxical life tightened. Bit by bit, he coaxed the disarray, overwhelming despair from Paradox. Perhaps it was an understatement, his jaw was tense from the intensity of the raw emotions and turmoil. Yet little by little, he gently guided the miasma to flow and concentrate into a familiar seed of chaos, the very tip of it bounced lightly in his free hand.
The seed wavered as he lifted it, offering the compaction of misery and hopelessness alike.
.... Here. It’s yours.
shiningpresence:
Somehow it’s amusing all in it’s own. He’s inclined to agree; they’re all puppets in the grand scheme of all things. Puppets with no meaning or purpose behind anything, existing for no reason other than that itself.
“Meaningless… We’ll continue to play the part… For all eternity yet…”
How lonesome. Just the way it was meant to be.
The existences that are both here yet not were once upon a time no different from the rest. Living, struggling through their troubles that come with walking the earth. A puppet to the whims of a world the gods concocted. How cruel his creators were to say they cherished all life, when the cruel reality that they manifested for all beings relentlessly threaten to rip them apart.
Herrscher slowed to a halt with a pulse of his core, not an ounce of notice went into the miasma bunching at his feet. They coiled and bumped against one another before flattening out, stretching once again with their vague formed hands.
... In this meaningless eternity, we persist to be apart of it. We continue to be... But only out of necessity for the purpose we desire
shiningpresence:
Oh, didn’t it? Though, for the Mad Paradox, it no longer mattered what form he took so long as he could…–
“Even now… Kuhu… You look and play the part of a puppet…”
Unfortunate still yet that they resided so closely together. Almost overlapping in a fashion with the domains they ‘ruled’ over. Neither was necessarily the ideal ‘roommate’ so to speak.
As the world filled his senses with colors and life, a familiar hollowed quip met him. He glanced and regard the paradoxical being with nothing short of bare minimum acknowledgement before gliding leisurely past Mad Paradox.
As all bodies are... Mister Misguided.
Readjusting to manipulate such a cumbersome body felt as constricting as it did a nuisance. It had its merits though.
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who's your favorite human?
... None.
…In the end, I have changed his path irreversibly. I wonder… Just what will become of him?
Slowly pats his back.
Herrscher? Can you... drag me into the void? I don’t think I can go on with living anymore. It hurts too much that I want to disappear. You can make that happen, right? Would you grant my wish?
In the cycle, the flow of life itself from beginning to end, there never existed true escape. Death would give way to new beginnings, as the start would inevitably end. One could live a life full of endless happiness and the very next one they begin could be riddled with misery. A cruel game that the whims of the universe itself made those created play along.
Until they were freed.
Ghastly hands, soundless dying breaths of those once plagued reached. Hoping to grab hold of what remained of this shell. Just as the one pleading before him, begging pathetically in hopes to reach out and garner his judgment. He eyed them with a single, lifeless gaze. Where there was misery, there was frustration. The miasma that oozed from this young one screamed their pain, the chaos that was their inner turmoil the dagger running through their being over and over again.
All About That Ain Design
Ain Base Class
Ainchase Ishmael. Two faced representative of God.
Celestial - New race.
Two faced
His story is deeply connected to the lore
Exterior: Appearance and personality created to naturally blend with the world. (Soft, polite, gentle, social, laid-back)
His true form is revealed only when he unleashes his true power, who looks like a “typical” celestial in the Elsword lore, which appears mysterious/ expressionless face/ only acts toward fulfilling the mission.
Incorporated the “intervention” aspect of his character into the awaken system to portray his duality within the game.
vs Demons - When facing demons who defies Ishmael’s ideologies “It’s outrageous to think that I have to work with such impure things.” (Disgusted)
He starts saying rude things he would never say normally, or instinctively react in a negative way.
vs Henir - Dominion of darkness and chaos “…” (Surprised)
He becomes speechless for a while from shock. It’s like he stopped functioning because he doesn’t know how to cope with the situation.
Lofty: Executor
Melee specialist utilizing weapon projection and creation mode. He avoids human emotion and human contact.
A transient period where he heads toward becoming the perfect, emotionless representative of God in his 2nd class.
Pure White, Silent, Watcher, Melee, Serious, Holy
Because he specializes in a fast melee battle with daggers, long sword, and spear created with creation magic, we stayed away from big silhouette and went for more tight suit-like fit, while showing less skin at the same time for more of a strict and serious feel.
Arme Thaumaturgy
The perfect representative of God who has his eyes only on the mission. His hair is one color now that his determination for the mission is clear. A bigger silhouette that displays a celestial dignity. His coloring is monotonous which reflects his cold, logical personality. Minimized the revealing of skin.
Design elements derived from priests, as he is a follower of God. Though he is a representative and his atmosphere should reflect that, his priest-like design should not be overdone, or become reminiscent of the stereotypical image of an angel in renaissance works, as the celestial realm in the Elsword lore is more close to the world of “nothing,” visually. His awakened form should appear as a mysterious being with powerful force as if he was possessed by a God.
Richter
Richter’s design should succeed Arme Thaumaturgy’s characteristic “clean, perfect, cold” feel while making sure it does not feel as if he added on decorations to adorn himself for his appearance’s sake.
Clean, symmetric appearance to reflect his position as the Judge, one who keeps neutrality. His outfit is in a straight-lined, “still” silhouette to appear dignified. Minimized the revealing of skin to emphasize on his sacrosanctity.
To show a noticeable progression of time after the 2nd job to a character who does not age while also adding to the “godly” image, we gave him longer hair.
There were more gold details in the earlier drafts of his design. However, much of that was removed for a more neat and simple priest design as the previous design looked too extravagant. We also wanted to show a more tight-suit style like when he was Arme Thaumaturgy, so his Spiritualism outfit is a suit form without the priest cape.
Lofty: Anpassen
He has lessened his burden of the mission and accepted the experience he’s gathered in Elrios, starting to believe in the bond between his friends.
Power of El, Active, Free, Fluffy, Street-fashion
An all arounder who uses eids, a fusion of circulation magic (power of the El) and creation magic (power of God). His hairstyle reflects his effort to keep his appearance while he stays in Elrios along with thick, cozy over-fit leather jacket, comfortable sneakers. The modern look of his style shows his full embrace of the culture he was previously foreign to. He still carries around the cylinder-shaped ornaments, made up of creation magic which symbolizes God’s power, reflecting his hesitance to completely be free of his responsibility as the God’s representative.
Erbluhen Emotion
Free-spirited “nerdy boy” / carefree and soft image. Big collar, wide sleeves, long coat reminiscent of a magician. A more active image has been implied through the use of a modern fashion choice such as sneakers and half gloves.
Design derived from Loki of Norse Mythology; adept at different kinds of magic, carefree, and enjoys making fun of others. Smart enough to lie extremely well. Front bangs are positioned so that his emotions can be better expressed through his eyebrows. Winter street-fashion: carefree style - a layered look with a leather jacket, high top, boots.
Bluhen
Emotions in bloom. A conductor of emotions who reveals his true self and grows together alongside his human friends. Focus point on Ain’s emotions as he walks the future he chose through his own will and not the mission he was given.
He had a light and upbeat image in the 2nd job, and now he is dressed more prepared for the new journey ahead: to match his theme as a “conductor,” his outfit is a conductor’s attire remodeled to appear a bit more casual and fantasy-like. Fur added for a cozy and soft image. His design reflects his image when he first met the El Search Party; he keeps the earrings from his previous 2nd, 1st, and even base class.
His silhouette in Spiritualism becomes bigger as his awaken level increases to echo his concept as a “blooming” emotion. His “intervened” appearance appears longer in this Spiritualism to coincide with the fact that he is Ain who grows together with humans. His eids changed due to the fact that he now belongs to a different God, and that his emotions are in full bloom. Instead of the symbol composed of God’s power, the eids are formed of light particles as they were at the beginning of time.
Lofty: Wanderer
A wanderer consumed by chaos in search of himself. Ain who is confused by the expansion of the injury he’s received in Henir.
Wavering mission, anxiety, broken, chaotic, closed-off.
His power of creation begins to deteriorate due to the increasing influence of chaos from within while his Henir mark continues to grow. His desire to hide his unstable condition as a representative of God is reflected in his hood, and bandages over his body.
Apostasia
Absolute ruler of the Void who betrayed the God. Ain who abandoned the Goddess and his mission and accepted chaos instead.
Void/ Freed from worldly experience/ Eye of the Storm/ Chaotic
He was being watched through the rifts of chaos and slowly consumed by unknown things in his 1st job - now he’s reached a point where he can accept and control them. He understands human emotions and all of the cycle of life, recognizing that they’re all meaningless things that will eventually disappear in time. His bangs cover his eyes to hide his emotion. The mark is left to spread over his body. His hair is duller now, and he’s let go of the pendulum from his hand. His awaken form shows him changing into a completely new being, not a divine celestial, as a result of accepting chaos.
Herrscher
The master of the void who calls everything to his side. He was reborn inside the void. His design should show that this is the result of abandoning the Goddess and choosing chaos and void.
His newly reborn body exists separately within the void, after accepting the chaos in his 2nd job and abandoning his previous body he’s received from the Goddess.
Normal: Parts of his body are hollow to show that his empty shell is constantly breaking apart. To express his unstable and neglected state, hands crawl up toward him from the ground as if to devour “abandoned” things.
Spiritualism: His main body in the void takes over his shell. He gains strength and willpower, which completes his breaking and empty body. Including his weapon, everything appears as a full, complete version without any trace of breaking or shattering. His true self seen in the void during Hyperactive is portrayed as a black silhouette to allow people to freely imagine what he could be. Apostasia’s Absorption (the floating eye thing) appeared to be watching Ain through the rifts of chaos, whereas Herrscher’s Absorption aids him by his side.
Here you are, daylight’s star, made out of miracles
Perfection of your own, you alone, O so incredible
Each atom sings to me,
“Set me free from chains of the physical.”
O free me, O free me…
The mirror melts, I’m somewhere else, inside eternity Where you on outstretched wings, sing within, the Garden of Everything
Where memories call to me, backward dreams? Or phantom reality?
Call to me… they call to me…
歌は 今風に乗って 遥か遠い あなたのもとへ いつか空は ひとつに繋がる 渡って行ける あなたのもとへ
My song will now ride the wind Back to you, so far, far away One day, the sky will connect as one And I’ll be able to cross it, back to you
Distance was no strange concept to him at all. Unlike Herrscher and Wanderer who associated with each other- he preferred his solitude. However, distance between the oldest and youngest was unthinkable, yet here he is. Aware from the sidelines that one was barely recognizable and the other... was no where in sight.
This is, without exaggeration, probably the best dating advice I have ever seen.
shiningpresence:
Help? I’m uncertain of what you mean exactly, Herrscher…~♪ He asked me a question, & I told him the truth I believe in. From one angel to another. To take it or leave it is up to the discretion of the listener, hmm?
... Blühen........ Even though I said it was out of yours and his choice... ... If anything that affirms it... so it’s not too bad.