Personae

Obvious

Submitted by dragonvirtue on Sun.08.06.06 9:09pm

If he where a person, he would be your fierce and forboding brother.
Mauling you from head to toe at every confrontation.

If he where a thing, he would be the trip for your fall,
and the broken glass to break it.

But these are nothing more than ways to think about him because,
in fact,

he's you.

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Virtue

Submitted by dragonvirtue on Thu.04.20.06 11:41pm

Virtue
(A.k.a. Tacityne, Visceral, Mith)

"entelechy (ěn-těl'ĭ-kē)
`noun, plural -chies.
1. A realization or actuality as opposed to a potentiality.
2. In some philosophical systems, a vital force that directs an organism toward self-fulfillment.

The eye in our hurricane of life.
The lasting bit of good that strives against the bad, to merely be. He resembles Ultimate Right, Ultimate Reason, and the embodiment of many lasting Truths: Truths that require a life of search and lesson for most are a natural part of his heart.

He is tall and dragon-like with flowing fur, sharp tooth and claw, and pale white-blind eyes. He can navigate the world more accurately than you or I by feeling and Truth alone. From a wild and different place and time, he is a creature of intimidating strength and power. But this dangerous form hosts a being who is truly very caring, loving, passionate, graceful, and respectful. . . . A truly beautiful and shining person.

A Master Shaman and Priest of Attraction Panentheology, he has an unparalleled connection to the universe. . . . Knowing and accepting deeply the flow of Isten and the holiness of All:
The unfolding of Light,
the flux of Time.
the strength of Love.

Beyond the shackles of the common observer, he feels his surroundings and body like moving waves of energy.

To him, time reaches in all directions to influence the reality known as the present, and all perceivable things are the manifest sum of a continually collapsing and unfolding Creative Chaos.

He effortlessly maintains an acute understanding of his mind's ever-changing essence. He is untainted in his perceptions.
He has the potential for extreme ability,for achievement and sustained empowerment to internal and external worlds--he bears the un-debated capacity to reach happiness, while shining unto those around him.
He bears the only real promise of feeling alive, and the only promise of realizing True Love.

But he remains weak. Backgrounded to the slanted, rotating hierarchy of residency in our system, because:
That which lasts too long is ultimately not favoured,
that which requires temperance is generally not appealing,
and that which is logical does not often satisfy.

He is immuned to analysis, but this also denies him spare attention (as opposed to those who harbour attention in being flagrantly problematic).
Tacityne is outnumbered, subdued, and brutalized by the influences of his inferiors. Closed off by their twisted outlooks and perceptions.
He is often only able to give fourth his power of silence, always pacing in the background, gathering strength for the time when he will come fourth and conquer the system.
Until then he brings highlights of beauty, peace, and belonging. Just a softly-spoken sage in waiting.

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Dannny Myxoma

Submitted by dragonvirtue on Tue.04.11.06 11:38pm

Danny Myxoma

(A.k.a. Danny, Myx, DM)

Practitioner of death. Minister of dissonance.

Sometimes, when we create, the outcome is not positive. Sometimes we create without even being aware of it.
D Myx is more than just a tumor to all that is infected; he is a ruthless, angry mage of destructive negativity.

To some extent Danny is a necessary evil. He provides balance to a psyche that might otherwise go soft on idealism. He also provides a strange utility: He has the power to translate and transform the mental psychoses and bodily diseases of his host into his own strength, ideas, and motivations--therefore protecting the infected by feeding himself. In someone who is broken, unhealthy, and far from balance, he feeds well.

At times he is awakened, but only aware, but beware when his guile sets into motion.
He starts small, corroding perceptions,
discretely injecting warm egoism and cynicism,
slowly suspending life into a depressed torpor,
replacing the flow of days with his illness.
He is invisible to the inflicted, working from the most vile pieces and parts, and if you don't catch on to the game, he will spread himself by way of your own mouth, he will condemn all that you love, and he will teach you to feed his spirit by draining your own.

He will continue sliding through the background,
turning all of the little tiles over
until he turns the world [and yourself] against you.

If you don't get off his ride in time,
you will become literally or figuratively dead--his ultimate triumph.

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Ballzay

Submitted by dragonvirtue on Tue.11.29.05 9:22pm

"[By his own microcosm of evolution, Tosh has become the knife-edge which he inherently walks.]...".

Ballzay

(A.k.a. Ballz, Tosh, Ballzay, Baülz, etc.)

The one and only. Lover of all things harsh, his essence is severity... and everything about him shows it: His beloved music, his disposition, his attitude, ideas, and actions. He is pure masochism, the unrelenting opposite, the adverse paradox...
The antiproduct of all suggestion.

The rotten cocktail thought
behind all the insanity,
behind all laughter,
behind all revolution.

So, sanity is somewhat fleeting to him. His mind is a like a noxious poison (which he seeks to spread wherever possible).
Often ranting loudly, he doesn't bother with making suggestions. Instead, he pushes his ideas and presence forcefully.
He, being continually affected by a full spectrum of unbridled feelings, never feels removed. Ironically, in his own perspective he is always a perfect fit to everything around him; a counterbalance to the unrelenting catastrophes of thought that compose him.
He greedily consumes all categories of music, high speed, and imagination.

His greatest limitation and only fear is his own imbalance. Tosh is the product of a schizophrenia-like state, and is therefore always hanging on the edge of control. [If one's control of self and mind are allowed to slip away, the individual essentially disappears]. On countless occasions Ballzay has found himself starting from scratch--sent to he bottom and nearly smashed from existence by a debilitating event of psychosis.
Born of imbalance, he becomes ever more defined by a brutal personal history of mental torment and periodic isolation. He only lives on because of his amazing gift to learn and understand:

After every new instance of loss and derangement, he gathers evidence and re-arranges himself with a new immunity to his most recent slip. He builds himself over and over again, stronger, more defined, and more powerful every time.

In his beginnings, Tosh came fourth from an inhospitable and rapidly growing ocean of mental static, noise, and dissonance. With many years and his chaotic system of self-establishment, his silhouette was struck more and more clearly from the fog, while consuming and restricting it's growth. He consumes chaos and brings greater stability to the system around him.

It's hard to say now whether his madness smothers or cultivates it, but he harbours a rare and potent intelligence.
He aspires to many long outdated and forgotten Codes of Honor.

Unlike most, he is readily capable of living as well as dying. To him, adverse things such as danger, pain, and death are the most beautiful and necessary components of the great chaos which reflects his own. They bring him great comfort.
Life is obvious to him. He rarely feels empty or out of place, already feeling more or less at home in his slanted sense of happiness.
He strives to make sure that everything about life caters to his caustic sense of truth and enjoyment. He will stop at nothing to make his very consciousness a continual rush...
A pursuit which is happily met by everything around him:

For one that seeks it, the world is rich with offers of fascinating creations, unholstered chaos, endless love, pain, horror, and sorrow.