| Primeval
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| Player: @Aaiz
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| Biographical Data
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| Real Name:
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Tarrus Grahl
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| Known Aliases:
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Primeval, Prime, Tarrus, Grahl
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| Gender:
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Male
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| Species:
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Kruvolt
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| Ethnicity:
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N/A
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| Place of Birth:
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N/A
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| Base of Operations:
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Millennium City
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| Relatives:
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Deceased
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| Characteristics
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| Age:
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| Height:
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Quadrupedal-5'6" Bipedal-7'3"
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| Weight:
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760lbs (344.73kg)
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| Eyes:
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Sky blue
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| Hair:
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N/A
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| Complexion:
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Smooth dark green metal, trimmed with sharp/edged bronze colored metal
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| Physical Build:
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Thick, solid body with long arms and legs held close
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| Physical Features:
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Round, stubby snout with two horns, and a short segmented tail
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| Status
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| Fame:
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Unknown
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| Alignment:
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LN
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LE
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TN
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NE
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| CG
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CN
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CE
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| Identity:
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Public
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| Years Active:
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3
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N/A
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| Education:
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N/A
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| Marital Status:
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Single
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| Known Powers and Abilities
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| Strength, regeneration, protective plating, alternate 'Primal' mode
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| Equipment and Paraphernalia
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| Jet pack when in 'Primal' mode
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| Physical Attributes
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Strength
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Speed
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Reflexes
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Resistance
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Stamina
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Dexterity
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Agility
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Combat
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Regeneration
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| Non-Physical Attributes
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Energy
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Psionics
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Telepathy
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Willpower
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Sorcery
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Technology
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Intelligence
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Knowledge
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Charisma
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Bravery
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| MaekadaBox created by @Maekada
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One in a Million
Of the millions of Kruvolt, less than 900,000 were able to be evacuated, leaving the survivors devastated, and pliant to the wishes and demands of their saviors. As time went on, the Kruvolt became more and more integrated into their masters' civilization. Eventually, this lead to the barbaric and savage practices and beliefs to dwindle away, which most saw as a good thing. Primeval (then known as Tarrus Grahl) was disgusted by the rest of his kind, and ashamed of himself for letting this happen. Tarrus heard rumors of a "Calling of Traditions" among those left of the Kruvolt. A Calling of Traditions is one of the oldest practices of the Kruvolt, used in each and every different clan in the past as a way of remembering one's origins and sacred rites passed from generation to generation. When the ritual took place on the universally agreed time and place, only a dozen showed up. As dismaying as this was, Tarrus was still glad to see some others care about their heritage. Before the Calling could properly start, small devices rolled in from every entrance. The devices immediately started spreading streams of heavy, dark smoke that stung the eyes and nose. With a rallying cry, Tarrus broke a piece of metal piping from a nearby wall and charged towards one of the entrances. Before he could take more than five steps, Tarrus collapsed, his limbs numb and lifeless. As consciousness faded, Tarrus saw the other Kruvolt watching him with intense gazes, breathing apparatus strapped to their snouts.
Primal Will
As consciousness started to return, Tarrus relived the last thing he remembered. Seeing those cold, hard eyes watch him being dragged away. As if ignited by an unseen flame, his body burned with searing rage, swiftly opening his eyes and lurching up into a sitting position. Luckily for the spooked nurses and caretakers around him, Tarrus was restrained on a medical bed by numerous straps and harnesses. After a few moments of testing his bonds, Tarrus calmed a little when it was obvious he wasn't escaping by himself. As if waiting for the opportunity, a petite, very slim figure walked in. Covered from head to toe in flowing robes of emerald and gold cloth, Tarrus knew this person could only be of high status amongst the people that saved the Kruvolt. Tarrus strained and flexed against the straps holding him down as this visitor sat down in a nearby chair, just out of reach. After a while of watching and waiting for Tarrus to calm, it spoke.
"I'm sure you feel justified in your anger, but things are much more different, and dire, than what you believe," it said in a smooth, gentle, faintly masculine voice. "As you are aware, your kind have been getting...attuned to life here. While peace and luxury may be good, for your people it is not," it continued. "By whatever beliefs you hold dear, you were not meant to sit idle. You need hard labor. While we know that now, we did not foresee how quickly your people would decline in their health. The vast majority do not seem to care, but the few who do brought you to us. We need Kruvolt like you to help us help you."
With straps and a heavy muzzle around his snout, Tarrus could do little more than growl. As if seeing the restraints for the first time, it swiftly moved to undo those binding Tarrus' snout. After a few dainty and delicate motions, the muzzle and straps fell off, which gave Tarrus plenty of room to lock his jaws firmly onto his visitor's arm. It recoiled, but unable to get away, could only shiver and try to remain calm, regardless of the sound of its bones splintering in Tarrus' jaws.
"I-I s-see we underes-estimated your anger. B-but this is what we need! Your resolve, your sp-spirit, things the other Kruvolt h-have lost!" It took a gulping breath, trying to keep its arm from moving. After a few swift, deep breaths, it continued, " Please! W-with your help, we can use your resolve, with our technology, to advance the Kruvolt beyond even my kind!"
Tarrus stared at what he assumed was the face of this thing, hidden beneath its robe as it was. Seeing promise in its words, Tarrus slowly released the creature's arm from his jaws, its violet blood running down his chin and chest onto the bed. With a sigh of relief, it grasped Tarrus' hand in an affectionate squeeze, then swiftly fled the room.
Prime Evil
After a long period of tests and screenings, Tarrus was deemed ready. From what he had heard of the coming procedure, it sounded simple enough. They had tested the limits of his physical capabilities and, from the results, had determined the best ways to remove any shortcomings and increase his limits. They promised to use the least invasive options, and he could be awake and aware during it all. As doubtful as Tarrus wanted to be, he had only felt compassion come from those he had met. While he had not seen the fancily robed creature since that first initial meeting, the doctors and nurses were nice enough.
Very early on the morning after his final test, Tarrus groggily woke up to the bed he was on being moved by the medical staff. Recalling the procedure, Tarrus scowled. "You're lucky I woke up for this," he growled to no one specifically. The staff around him ignored his comment, and it was then he realized his limbs were bound, just like when he first arrived at this place. Furious, but knowing he could do nothing about his situation, Tarrus quietly watched as they brought him through a large door and into what had to be the operating room. What he saw made his heart jump.
Standing in the middle of the room was the tallest creature Tarrus had seen. With long, toned legs and a powerfully built body, it could easily look down upon the tallest Kruvolt. Beyond that Tarrus couldn't see much else of this being, obscured as it was by some form of military suit and helmet. Huddled together beneath this creature's shadow was a small group of petite, very slim figures covered in luxurious robes of vibrant colors. As the door behind Tarrus and the staff escorting him closed, the taller creature turned around, dropping something that it had been holding above the small group cowering under it. It was another one of the robed beings, its violet blood slowly dripping from its emerald and gold robes, while the prosthetic arm it had was twisted horribly. Already knowing what their orders were going to be, the medical staff swiftly shooed the terrified group of robe-creatures out, stepping over the corpse in a rush to not anger this newcomer. When the last of the staff followed and shut the door behind them, the tall creature turned its head down toward Tarrus.
Through its helmet came a deep, rumbling voice that said, "Weak beings of weaker spirit getting too attached to what will only be a product. A means to an end," it paused,then continued "I hope you will prove to be more successful than the dogs before you."
As Tarrus tried to get a word in, it grabbed his left wrist with a worryingly strong hold before it continued, "There is only one thing I have come to admire in any being; will. As physically strong as you or the largest Kruvolt are, as strong as I may be, that power dies no matter how hard one tries to stop it. A strong mind, a will, may last an eternity. But what if...what if we could put an unwavering spirit into an unbreakable body?"
Its grip on his wrist only tightened as it leaned in closer. "What of you? Will your mind break alongside your body?" It viciously yanked Tarrus' arm, which was still restrained. Before Tarrus could prepare, his forearm snapped in the middle by the restraint. As Tarrus clenched his jaws tight and struggled not to shout from the pain, the creature towering over him grasped his other wrist. This time though, it pulled his wrist much more slowly, watching his face as it gradually applied more force to the straining arm. Tarrus hissed, which quickly turned into a cry as his arm reached its limit, and with a sickening snap, even more agony.
Tarrus could only gasp for breath as he lay there, his arms twisted and splintered parodies of themselves. Shaking its head, the creature above him stood straight and looked down at him before commenting, "Very disappointing. Every runt, every cowering bitch I have had in here has shown more promise. Are you that weak? Is your whole identity nothing more than arrogant bravado?" Tarrus couldn't do much more than cough in between breaths in response, but he did conjure a defiant grin as he stared at this creature. "Well, that's a slight improvement, at least. But...how much longer will that last?" it questioned as this time it locked its steel grip just above his right knee. Only able to tremble at what was to come, Tarrus locked his gaze to the visor of the creature's helmet, struggling not to flinch or look away as it twisted its wrist. Fighting to see past the spots in his vision, Tarrus continued to glare at the creature while clenching his jaws so tight, he felt teeth crack.
Apparently running out of patience, the creature swiftly drew a large knife from its belt before plunging it into Tarrus' heart. "If you have not broken yet, you may still be useful to me," it said as it leaned in close, applying more force to the knife. Tarrus' vision flickered, his body going into shock from the previous injuries as he bared his teeth before saying, "There's plenty...of bones left...to go" Tarrus tried to headbutt the tall creature, but dropped his head before he could muster the strength; though he still stared at it. As Tarrus lost consciousness, he felt a needle forced into his neck.
More to come!
