Draven & The Homunculi

[Draven]

Heaven: With a feather plucked from the left wing of Gabrael, another from Raphael's right, and one from both wings of Michael. The Thrice ArchAngels tapped into the source of god and created a perfect omni-essence, A light. They intended to use this rich essence as payment to cross realms into the human world. To defy their father's wishes to never effect the race of men and deny them choice of believe. To battle the forces of demons on the very Earth they possessed.

Purgatory: A dimension where time is infinite. Where souls are bound, not blessed, but neither yet burned. Somewhere at the bottom of the river between here & here. Somewhere under & inside anywhere & everywhere, laid a land of limbo. These patient whispers. Waiting for judgment. For eternal rest. Waiting to be placed upon the torture rack or just waiting. Lost souls of damnation; perfect components. Using their energy, a bite of her own blood, & a minion sacrifice or two. Violet created something beautiful.

She was as wicked as she was gorgeous.
The Devil's Spawn, Lust Incarnate.
Hell had '1' fury & it was Violet's scorn.

Earth: Alexander Crowe mistakenly activated a transmutation circle that consumed what he believed to be his three bestfriends. Gaining the ability to use Alchemy; The art of Comprehension, Deconstruction, & Reconstruction of elements using just his mind. He would later learn the three people he killed, was two of three of his bestfriends, & one of their girlfriends. This drove Alexander insane and he ended up taking his own life.



All three of these occurrences occurred simultaneously. Opening up the gate in each realm and drawing energy from one another. The souls Violet used to alchemically trap the source of Light into a vessel was transferred into Alexander giving him the gift, his three friend's souls were burned up as payment for the Thrice Angels crossing over, and of coarse the creation of Draven.

[Industria]

(In Draven's perspective)

When I first found Alex, he was drowning in his own blood, as it poured from his wrists in which he slit, and as he stared up at his last sunrise he was shadowed by my wings above. Something inside of him had been calling to me and in his last moments I could smell the unhinged vein lines and the narcotics permanently polluting his innards. As he laid back against some stochastic gravestone on this uninhabited Island I couldn't help but pity him. I performed active euthanasia, rummaging my fangs into his pre-cut limbs, and elicit the souls that powered his Alchemy internally into my core.

In a flash, like a jumpstart to the universe, a glint of light, a blink from the source within, and in moments I understood. The purpose I now bestow. The souls that mixed with the essence that Violet had secured inside of me has fused into one. Producing the "White Stone," the elixer of life, or best known as The Philosopher's Stone. My energy, my blood, my heart, and my individualized "Great Work."

It could have been an eternity, understanding the gift within, but I was tangled back into my own mind where I belonged. Back to the deserted Island. Back to the graveyard where I watched as this young man was on the brink of death. A moribund victim. As he breathed in his last breath, my crooked gangly fingers grouped the machinery of his throat, and tore it obliquely.

The Art of Equivalent Exchange. With every action there is a reaction. Call it consequence or call it effective. It was the first life I had taken and with it I was relinquished the inability to yield another. Just as the sun had amply risen, I assembled my hands together, and applied them to Alexander's wrists. Allowing part of myself, part of the souls, part of the Stone, to split an unobtrusive percent back into him, and created life. One of the taboo laws of Alchemy that is easily neglected by the source.

[Castitas]

Somewhere lost inside the United States. Draven seemed to be drawn to his next target. He knew to fly low, with the security of this nation on constant high alert, and knowing their past dealings with anything non-human were inhumane. The last thing Draven wanted to do was take on an entire nation by himself. Even if he was confident he would come out victorious.

In the distance of rural America he caught a glimpse of a pillar of smoke coming from a mansion that had recently blown to hell. As he flew over the countless sirens that were closing in on the scene. He knew to act fast.

After touching down, Draven kneeled over to pick up a decapitated penis he immediately sensed to be Bryon. In the background, along with the sirens, you could hear moans of desperation coming from the sole survivor of the explosion. The target of the bombing, a sorcerer unknown to Draven.

The ArchAngel investigated the demon whom had just been ripped in half moments ago by what smelled to be countless amounts of C4. How he survived the explosion or these few minuets without anything below the navel was beyond extraordinary. He opened his mouth to speak but Draven quickly shoved his foot down & in between his teeth finishing the job the owner of this wayward penis intended.

Draven would then come to use a syringe to pump a piece of his source into the penis he had located, as his soul split another fraction. Bryon Boyd would reanimate, revivify, recreate, and manifest right in front of Draven's eyes.

[Humanitas]

Draven would later find himself in Paris. Chasing after a vampire following another vampire. He watched from the rooftops as this tall lanky black haired beautiful beast is being decapitated. As his head hits the flood & begins its deterioration into dust. Before this man-pretty vamp's body fully disintegrates, Draven swarms below, ambuscading, & ensnaring the killer in the alley.

The ArchAngel made quick work of the inferior race. Rendering his limbs from his body, dissevering him into a myriad of slices, and disposing the cadaver's multiple pieces into the sewer drain. Draven made sure to leave the head assembled to the body. Making this vampires impotent but imminent death untimely.

Draven once again slapped his hands collectively and pressed down against the remaining ashes of the fallen vampire. The rain & wind had washed away a great deal of his portions. Miraculously what ever ash had escaped slowly began to retract as AdamAven's corporeal form began to retract and the third Homunculus was born.

[Humilitas]

(Flavian vs Edan)

Somewhere ulterior, remote in the Canadian Tundra. Draven came across two hunters whom both laid blooded & dead. A Man & A Wolf. Each fighting for what Draven believed to be their next meal. The Hunted became the Hunter. Each the prey of one another. Each hoping not to become the preyed upon.

The scenery for miles was devastated. How could two ordinary creatures cause so much devastation? Draven knew there was much more then meets the eyes in this situation and most particularly in these two individual souls.

Draven tore out the left eye of the wolf and the heart of the man. He later would insert the source into each individual body piece, (just like he had done with Bryon) to create more minions to due his bidding. He was building an army to oppose The Thrice Angels & maybe one day all of heaven itself.

[Patientia]

Sooooooo.......

Here's the gist. I was going to use the 7 deadly sins for this storyline but most of them had already been taken. So I matched all of my previous characters whom I killed off before the site took a vacation to their greatest sin. Then used the Virtue opposite form of each sin but in Latin for their names. Each character is a HOMUNCULUS. An artificially created human. Each Homunculus gains new abilities in which I will specify later but loses all attributes & form of creature in the process. So Bryon is no longer an Incubus as AdamAven is no longer a Vampire.

Bryon Boyd aka Castitas (Chastity/Lust)
Alexander aka Industria (Diligence/Sloth)
Edan aka Patientia (Patience/Wrath)
AdamAven aka Humanitas (Kindness/Wrath)
Flavian aka Humilitas (Humility/Pride)

As for the two remaining Homunculus that is something else I am going to have to work on & come up with on another day. I wanted to leave some breath room in order to be more creative when the time comes but I promise for it to be as epic.

Temperantia (Temperance/Gluttony)
Caritas (Charity/Greed)

[♥ Violet Violence ☆]

Each char has been APPROVED.
I really like what you've got going here. Vi will have to taunt all of the boys. And Wrath will also have to pay a visit...if not all the other sins as well.
[glow=violet,2,300]~Violet[/glow]

BTW, I still have the Adam & Edan sigs I made for you. Here they are if you want them. With the kick ass changes the chars have gone through, I wasn't sure you wanted them, but thought I'd post them for you anyway, just in case.
Adam:

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Edan:

[img]http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u298/macabre_daze/Artsy/Edansig.jpg[/img]