The Odd and Slightly Dangerous Adventures of Life (kitrain)

[llama]

Name: Viligant the Aspirant

(The "Name," is more so a title, due to the lack of a last name)



Age: Approximately 400-900 years old.



Appearance: cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/319/655/large/jon-comoglio-duelystoracle.jpg?1444284891

(I hope this is okay; I had something MUCH more advanced than what you had in mind, and I apologize if this is not allowed. I'll make another appearance if you can't allow me to appear as such)

(Second of all, also think of the orb as an organic light-source, if allowed. If not, then please mind as so to remove it from your mental image of Viligant)



Skills: Viligant, due to her quiet advanced "Brain," you could say, is more intelligent and much more logical than the average human. She has the ability to analyze a situation faster than a literal blink of an eye, and can instantly trace out all possible situations or outcomes that would happen due to or in correlation to another action. Being made out of what she is as well means that she is immune to most magic, such as blood and soulcasting.



Viligant, not only having all of these abilities, also wields the power of blood magic, which puts her as a dangerous fighter due to the fact that she had not only gotten "Rid," of her arm, but technically speaking her whole body. Not like she was organic at one point, although.



Weaknesses: Viligant, not only have plenty of skills, also has various and very large rebuffs due to being made out of metal and wires. First of all, she cannot be healed through normal means, and cannot be "Enhanced," by allies, no matter the ability. She also is easily damaged for long periods of time by things such as water, since rust can disable her ability to move around or function properly.



Being a robot too however does make it harder to see from real from illusion, as her "Brain," is not yet capable enough to evaluate whenever or not something is real or false. Unless it is blatantly obvious, she will most likely stumble into said trap or spell.



Bio (can be short): Viligant was a robot created as a project hundreds of years ago, in an attempt to make robotic warriors similar to that of the Horopus. However the project was halted due to the death of the person who was engineering said robots, which lead to only one ever being produced which had looked and acted like Viligant. Although it is possible to make another one, you would have to take apart and look at the inner workings of the only "Living," specimen, and would in turn have to face an angry warrior made for battle.



Viligant however does not actually know any of this, due to the fact that she was "Deactivated," long ago. She has little to no knowledge of the actual world either, since over the years her databanks failed and in an attempt to save her system from corruption she emptied them while still being inactive. She is incredibly curious of her surroundings due to this, and will search every nook and cranny in order to get information that she would be pleased to have. For example, what are humans?



Religious affiliation: None. Due to Viligant's lack of knowledge about religion, she does not support any, and think of it insane to look upon a possibly false greater being. She shuns others for believing in them, which often leads to scuffles and arguments which end up having her being beat up in the end.



Preferred starting nation (can go as far to include region/city if you'd like): Viligant will start at the Badlands, because conveniently enough her area of "Awakening," is on the outskirts of that area.

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Here's to the year..
wait, what's the year?

In the lands of..
wait, you can't seem to remember what or where these lands are. You had awakened in a dusty, sandstone room within a box that was akin to a sarcophagus, having been standing upright in it. In front of you is a stone slab that acts as a door with no lights peeking out from its cracks. Light illuminates from you, showing particles of dust floating in the general area in front of your peripheral vision. To your left you see a table with a variety of tools and scraps of metal on it, along with a few gems akin to yours, though they do not glow. To your right is a rock acting as a chair with a skeleton on it. In front of it is a table with a journal.

What is this, where are you, and how are you alive?

[kitrain]

"Whirrrr," Viligant tested her voice-box. She went through standard equipment checks, such as flexing out all possible limbs and body parts. She does not know why she is doing it; it just seems right. After an indescribable amount of time simply doing nothing but moving slowly, she finally turned around to inspect the room more intensely. With all due respect to the calcium carbonate structure on the chair, she looks away and observes the room around her. After finishing by checking her data-banks for any extra information and finding them empty, she makes her way to the table full of tools and gems, to find out more of their purpose.

(Small thing here; the weapon in her picture is also the intended weapon I had her to use. Any way to make her find it by checking the table)

[llama]

Leaning against the wall by the table is a staff, one with an arcing blade and a gem akin to your own. Upon looking at it you have familiar thoughts waft through your mind, ones that tell you that this is yours. Looking upon the other scraps and ignoring the, ah, calcium carbonate structure behind you, you swat through unused gems and pieces of metal. After some scouring, you find an unfinished body of what looks with you; half of the metallic barrel of a chest that you have under your metallic coverings, one arm now swaying off the table, and an inactivated face staring up at you. It doesn't even have its eye modules or power core put into it!
Backtracking, you see that the gems you had been brushing through are indeed some of the missing pieces of this robo.

[kitrain]

Analyzing the situation as always, I concluded that the robot in-front of me is too hard to repair fully within a reasonable time span for my abilities, and even if I would commit it could turn out as a powerful fiend. Taking the staff I swung it a few times to test it's balance, ending up to be almost perfect for my use. Going back to the calcium carbonate structure I swipe the journal from him and attempt to make sense of it.

(For the sake of being in the spirit of Viligant's being, by chance when you make a thread for her "Journal," name it her databanks? If this journal doesn't activate a thread for that however, please know that I have noticed that there are journal threads.)

[llama]

You flip through the pages and it has notes on a robot to 'surpass those tyrants in mainland Pyre'. The ability to wield magic, protect its inner 'organs', and other jargon on the creation of some kind of being. You look down to it and notice its legs out of place; broken.
As you read further and further into the journal, the writing gets more and more fanatic and paranoid. Talks of the 'program being shutdown' and 'council opinion swaying'. The final entry, the date incomprehensible, reads the following;

The bastards have officially put an end to my work. They knew how much I wanted this, how much I wanted her, and so they're locking me in my own lab to die, for fear of me defecting to the enemy. They have no worry of that now; with my being of incapacitation, and the door blocked, I will die here.
But you.. you will live. I have finished you, by Great, I did! You will reactivate far from now, when you are long forgotten and this accursed monarchy has long collapsed. You will live on! Live on in my name! For me!

Great, show mercy upon the fools of the future, for my creation will prove the descendants of those bastards wrong! So wrong!


A scribble of a signature is at the bottom along with a short burst of text saying how the rock isn't as strong as anticipated and any normal being could just topple it over. Why hadn't he, you wondered? Oh yeah, his legs.

(yeah.. i was planning on creating all the journals when i was done with all the new threads. i will do the databank thing; was already in mind. )

[kitrain]

Holding the journal, I looked around for anything that could possibly be looking or spying on me. Once concluding nobody was, I tapped in Morse code that I would hereby swear to do what my creator wanted me too do; after concluding that I was the only thing that he/she could be referring too. With the anger of a thousand soldiers, I stabbed my staff into the stone door and attempted to use it as leverage to pull it open. Due to the fact that I was newly "Awakened," I had issues at first, my strength not yet tested and boundaries not yet found. Flexing a little more I shoved it further into the stone and finally yanked it from it's frame, also breaking one of the hinges.

[llama]

You pocket the journal, it hidden with the pockets of your inner robe. A backpack will be needed later, but this should do for now. It would be ridiculous to leave behind this great piece of information, the only thing that connects you with now and that time so, so long ago. Well, other than his body, of course, but you couldn't bring that with you.
Following a bit of prying, the door fall opens. So simple; so elementary. If they thought a biblical crypt could hold you back, how wrong they are.
It opens up to a short hallway, one of smooth stone and dripping water. The pathway goes straight with pools of water on either side, it being some kind of system that recycles the lower water back up. No doubt the creation of your creator.
Down the hallway is a larger room, one of urns and holes in the walls with bodies. It is an interesting sight; dozens of dead, all sharing this resting place. Peacefully..

[kitrain]

I knew instinctively that water would be bad for me; not that I knew what it could do, although. With cautious movement, I made my way to the other side, one step at a time. Once I reach there, I slowly reached out my hand to extend the glowing orb that allowed me to see, in the sheer chance I could scrape information from the corpses.

[llama]

The corpses yielded nothing except ash and mummified bodies tied up in bags. There is, however, something needs your immediate attention; voices, wafting off the walls and then to you. They're not yet distinguishable but it sounds like multiple people; what the hell would creatures be doing inside a crypt this old?

[kitrain]

In an attempt to now test my Air Vibration System, I increase my "Ear," sensitivity and try to pinpoint where they are coming from. I hold my staff at the ready for the case that something should attack, and attempt to try and be as silent as possible to not alert any of these "Creatures." Whilst doing this, I also ponder why there would be things down here, concluding that the abandonment of this laughably religious crypt was a perfect area for specific creatures due to damp and dark areas.

[llama]

With some prodding of your devices, you see that it comes from a further passageway that leads out of this room. You step towards the passageway silently enough, enough to where you can begin hearing the voices, assumedly in the next room over. Or further. It's hard to tell.
"This place is just full of shit!" One of them exclaims, a loud crash following it; the assumed breaking of an urn.
"No, it isn't." One of them reposes, "It has treasures in it. Just a little bit further in.. we didn't come here for some long dead fella's locket, you know."
"Then why did we come here?" The other asks, agitation edging at his voice.
"Wait, everybody shut the fuck up." A new voice interrupts, "I think I heard something."

Your metaphorical heart skips; have you been discovered?

[kitrain]

With every level of intelligence I had, I sneaked back into the area with the large areas of water and tried to find an area to hide; preferably behind some large urns or, if I have too, in a pile of dead bodies. I quickly put my staff at my hip afterwards, a position whereas I could swipe it outwards at a moment's notice. I slowly begged to myself, not to those pesky "Higher beings," that I would get out unscathed.

[llama]

You backtrack to a support pillar that also had some urns by it, not yet going back to the room with water; it is simply a clear path with two bordering streams of water that leads back to your area of awakening.
After some more tuning of your ear, you manage to hear the, maybe, three of them.

"What are you talking about?" The one who had talked second asks.
"There was.. something.." He begins, only to be cut off.
"It was probably a bat. Come on, we need to get out of this place. All these dead people are giving me the creeps."

After the sound of footsteps, you see three figures with robes, scarfs, and turbans on, assumedly to mask themselves from the conditions outside. The three of them look around the place with a bit of wonder, and have yet to see you. 
There is the irking problem that you do glow.

[kitrain]

Realizing that I could not possibly hide, I quickly try and think of what I could do. Maybe I could pretend to be one of those "Greater Beings?" Or maybe I could attempt to strike them from the shadows? The second one seems much more unlikely, due to my quite revealing glow. I conclude that these "Things," are here in order to find possible treasures here, from their previous dialogue and behavior. The term "Tomb-Raiders," brushes against my figurative tongue, and finding every bit of figurative bravery I had I rise from behind the pillar, walking and having the posture of a true queen.

"What are you doing here? Are you attempting to raid my sanctuary? Admit to your possible crimes now and not be punished," I nearly shouted, in a defiant voice. I know that what I was saying was all false, and was indeed a bluff, but from the sheer chance of coming out of nowhere may aid me.

[llama]

After a couple yelps from the three of them of shock from the lot of them, the one that had broken the urn starts up, "What the fuck! Abaral, you didn't fucking tell me that this would happen. This isn't a fucking bat!"
The man, Abaral, pauses, and looks to around him, as if trying to find where the voice comes from. After rapid looking around he looks to your direction. You're afraid that he sees your glow. "We came to retrieve something long forgotten," He says, "just let us get it and no desecration will come to your.. ah.. place."
This seemed kind of strange; wasn't the taking of something within a sacred place desecration of it? At the same time, you're unsure if he has caught your bluff or is genuinely trying to bargain with a deity.

[kitrain]

"What is this object that you seek? If you dare try and take anything within my throne-room without me knowing, you shall be smitten. Tell now, and I may allow you to rejoice as you may have the possession of this structure you wish to find," I said in a softer voice. I sink a little closer to the pillar now, trying to hide myself.

[llama]

"Some gems." The man says, starting to walk forward, "There's a tomb back there. A legend. With some gems for.. ah.. robots." He's walking closer to where the doorway to where you had come from.
The man behind him that had been frivolous with curse words grabs his shoulder, "This isn't worth it. We should go. Now."

[kitrain]

"Those gems? They are worthless to me; You can take them for your free use," I say. Although knowing it would seem unusual that I would allow them to take it, I had already mapped out my plan of action. Once they go into the room I would readily slam the stone door shut and try and jam it with whatever was around me, including blocking the door with urns.

[llama]

Abaral seems a bit surprised at this, "You don't care?" He starts walking forward a bit, more confident with the confirmation of some otherworldly being. "You heard her, let's get 'em!" He starts walking forward even more, when the guy behind him shakes his head, "No, I can't, I'm out." He puts his hands up apathetically, turning around and bolting.
Abaral looks to the other man who gives him a shrug, where they then begin heading up the stars right where you are. You hold yourself still and unintentionally try and dim yourself. They start passing by you..

and keep walking. With a sigh of relief from yourself, they head into the water bordered room into the crypt which you had just exited.

[kitrain]

I wait in the shadows, to make sure that the one who had gone away had truly left. Taking a few comical swipes of my head to left to right, I quickly grab the heaviest object nearby and try and barricade the door. If that doesn't work, then I'll try and wedge my staff in between the door and wall like when I had first came, in an attempt to wedge it shut.

[llama]

With your looking around, you see they're well into the crypt. Abaral is eagerly explaining the history to the silent man, the sound of shifting metal within the crypt.
You decide blocking the path with a large urn could work. A bit of dramatic irony; condemning tomb raiders to your resting place by blocking them in with another's resting place. A snicker could be had over this.

Picking up a very large urn (perhaps the humanoid was very fat?), you move to the doorway to begin stacking the metallic urns. As you're goinh to set down the first one your hand slips and it falls to the ground, shattering loudly. Oops.

Silence.
"What the fuck was that?" The silent man finally speaks.
"I think someone else is in here." Abaral speaks cautiously , now not toying with the metals anymore.

You need to react, fast, as you hear someone walking to look out the doorway.

[kitrain]

Deciding that it was of no use to try and fight back, and knowing I was outnumbered and probably out-weapon-ed, I dash across the path and try and find a way out, not stopping for anything if possible.

[llama]

As you speed away in a flash of light, the two of them peek through to see you. Abaral calls out for you to stop but that, obviously, doesn't impede you.
You rush through the door the three of them had originally come through, it opening up to yet another crypt. There are two doorways, and you pick the left one, not necessarily caring for one over the other, just the urge to get out. You go through winding passageways and dead ends. Eventually, when all hope seems lost, you get back on the seemingly main passageway, it being wider with a more defined, forward pathway. You let out a sigh of relief.. but not for long.

In front of you, blocking a cave-like opening which, further from the left rays of lights are coming from. He looks at you with squinted eyes, a hand hovering over his sword, "The fuck are you? And where is Abaral and Jikem?" He speaks quickly, almost so fast you can't understand him. Perhaps it's nervousness?

[kitrain]

"I am the great one, the one who had commanded your two to take what they need and leave. They disobeyed, took more than they ever would want, and I smitten them with my holy power. Fall before me allow me to pass, or fall like your comrades," Viligant shouted, not considering what could happen. She simply just wanted to get out, and didn't care what it took. She swung out her sword as well, trying to intimidate the man and pressure him into letting her pass, an impossibility she was willing to take.

[llama]

You don't know what you did which gave you away; perhaps the lack of burning flesh wafting from the corridor, the slightly abnormal high pitchedness of your voice, or your general unbloodiness. No matter the reason, your bluff fails and, with a scream, he pulls out his scimitar and charges at you, determined to cut you down. Not exactly the best situation due to you not anticipating this charge.