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Christopher Clarke

"I can see what I'm capable of. Just be thankful that you can't."

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a character in “Decemuir”, originally authored by Gamer_Templar, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Christopher Clarke
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Role
Atma 2

Age
15

Gender
Male

Nickname(s)
People generally call him Chris for short. Aside from that, he doesn’t really have any nicknames.

Decemuir
Ciela 2

Atma/Ciela
Atma

Personality
Preferring to keep to himself and bury his face in a good book, Chris is quite difficult to get a hold of to simply have a chat with. Even then, he’d just listen calmly to what the other person has to say, and speak very little in return. Still, there are those moments when the stars align and he actually says more than just a couple of sentences. He also has an interest in dry humour, and hearing a sarcastic quip from him during a less serious conversation is always heartening. When it comes to fighting, Chris is one to either take a neutral stance or simply make himself scarce and play the waiting game.

Power
Christopher can implant illusions of horrifying things into the minds of others, creating vivid hallucinations. These illusions can either take the form of what the person in question fears the most, or even some kind of Lovecraftian horror. If done too intensively, this could potentially scar someone for life, or even cause them to outright lose their sanity, and it is for those reasons that Chris prefers not to use his power unless faced with no other choice.

Skills
Despite being aloof and anti-social, Christopher seems to be more perceptive of other peoples’ emotions than he lets on. He’s also a good short-distance runner, which has helped him get away from fights in the past.

Weakness
Chris is slow to trust someone new, and usually spares a few doubts for most people, unless circumstances force him to do otherwise. Then again, a life of conspiring and being conspired against can do that to ya.

Appearance Description
Standing at 5’8”, Chris has a slim build as befitting an Atma. He has piercing blue eyes and messy silver hair. His skin’s rather pale, and were it not for his blue eyes there would’ve been the possibility of mistaking him for an albino.

Feelings
Each of the other Atmas and Cielas can be trusted to varying degrees, Chris believes, despite their attempts at trying to kill each other in the past. But the one person he trusts and cares for above all others is his Ciela, Erebeth, despite having to pull her away from a fight every now and then.

Other
Amusingly enough, he does have a slight interest in cosmic horror, although he prefers books with a good deal more wit in them.

Theme Song
Abney Park – The Secret Life of Dr. Calgori

So begins...

Christopher Clarke's Story

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It was necessary for Creatrix to die. Her mind was gone, and her actions drove the brothers and sisters against each other.
Still, there are the questions of our origins, the how and the why. Our inner workings.
Any hope of receiving a straight answer died with Creatrix's mind. But she will have records, journals explaining her methods and motives in far greater detail than one simple explanation could ever provide.
The others would likely want nothing to do with her research. I do not blame them. But somebody has to do it, after all.


Having long ago washed the blood off his hands with enough soap to obliterate the coppery scent of the crimson liquid, Christopher was now busy scouring the mansion's library, looking for a few good books for the road, among other things. He had already packed the other essentials, so there was still some time left to find what he needed.

When the Decimuirs killed Creatrix, Chris was one of the last to inflict a wound on her, and by that time she was pretty much already dead. He stabbed her body through the heart with a scalpel, quickly, quietly, and taking great care not to get any blood on his clothes. The deed itself felt... somewhat cathartic, after what he'd been through, although whether the others felt the same way was up for debate. It was obvious that they couldn't stay at the mansion any more. Too many bad memories. Once the decision to leave was official, he wasted no time in getting his possessions together for the exodus.

Christopher was now at the back of the library, where none of the Decimuirs were allowed to go. His long, pale fingers briefly traced each book as his eyes grew more accustomed to the gradual gloom. Several minutes of searching had yielded favourable results. Creatrix's research journals, his for the taking.

In these books were the answers to the questions in the back of his mind. How had they been created, and given these superhuman powers, and more importantly, why? But not here. This wasn't the time for reading right now. It wasn't the place either, come to think of it.

He carefully packed the books into his case. His work here was done. Exiting the library, he tried contacting his Decimuir with his mind, essentially using it as a pager. He would be waiting for her in the front room, ready to leave this place once and for all...

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9/13

I don't think I feel guilty. Why should I? She used us as her play toys, playing house with us until we figured it out out. Goodbye Mother, goodbye Creatrix. We don't need you to be our puppet master anymore. We have brains and thoughts and desires, just like you do. And look where all your hard work has gotten you. I hope you burn forever, dear mother.

It was a team effort ya know. To kill her I mean. It was a mix of torture, burning, hitting, and more burning. Fighting fire with fire may get you burned, but so far I'm clean. I don't know when it ended or began. She was alive one minute, and a burned pile of flesh and bones the next. I've never seen such a sight before. Now we can finally leave. Here's one last goodbye for you Creatrix, aka Mother.


Erebeth slowly ran her fingers along the wall, the blood smearing from her fingertips. She had been the last to leave the room, only after she was sure Creatrix was dead. They couldn't risk having her alive, not after what they did to her, what she did to them. The pain was over now, at least, the pain that had come from the hands of their supposed mother. But what parent did this to their child? What kind of parent pitted them against each other, made them hurt each other just for her sake. That wasn't a parent, at least no parent she had read of. A parent was supposed to be a guardian, and protect their children, not hurt them and turn against them. Creatrix may be her mother, but she was no longer.

The blood on her hands, though minimal as she had chosen to burn Creatrix alive as her part of the killing, was beginning to dry. She made her way to her joint room with her Decemuir, Christopher. She washed her hands thoroughly and then began to pack what few belongings she had. Quality over quantity seemed to be her motto for now. It helped to pack light when you hardly had any clothes or personal belongings. Besides, they needed to leave soon anyway.

She was unsure if they were going to dispose of the body, but if they didn't it would still be hard for anyone to track them down. At least, that's what she believed. Erebeth knew nothing and everything of the outside world. It was how each of them were, educated and refined, yet wild and unknowning. What irony!

The silver haired girl became aware of Christopher wanting to be near her. He was somewhere in the main lobby. Without hesitation, she finished packing her bag and threw it over her shoulder before dashing to her twin, ignoring everyone else in her path. Once she was by his side, she gave him a smile. It wasn't fake, but it wasn't genuine either. "Ready to go?" she asked, motioning to his bag. She looked around anxiously for the others, wanting to leave as quickly as possible to put distance between them and this horrid place.

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Our whole lives have been run by Creatrix. She told us what to say, what to do, what to think. Perhaps having such control over others is what drove her mad? Power corrupts, as they say.
Regardless, it doesn't entirely matter now. What
does matter our new freedom, our future. We might not know of everything that lies outside the mansion, but I am sure we would be able to fit in eventually.
Although I intend to devote as much time as I can to research, I shall endeavour to spend time with Erebeth and the others. We have earned the right to be happy, have we not?

I believe the appropriate saying is "Let the good times roll."


Christopher acknowledged Erebeth's arrival with a nod. She was eager to go, wasn't she? "Maybe it would be best if we wait for the others, don't you think?" he asked her. "We're going into unfamiliar territory. Safety in numbers, hmm?" Even though he had to stop her from charging ahead a few times, he never grew tired of her company, even when she'd just been in another fight and had nobody else to turn to. 'Sides, it was easy to calm her down once he put a bit of Mozart on.

Chris couldn't help but wonder... what exactly was the outside really like? The only information he had found during his short life were a few books with more technical aspects such as geography, and Creatrix's propaganda. As such, he was a little... worried. He would've talked with Erebeth about it, although somewhere more private would've been better.

Eventually he reasoned with himself that, should there be a problem that his intellect alone couldn't solve, there was always Erebeth and the others. They were going to try and stay together out there, come what may. Heartened by this train of thought, he let a smile cross his face. A very faint smile, but it was a smile nonetheless.

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I wonder what the outside world is like. We've never been outside before, Creatrix doesn't didn't let us outside of the mansion. The closest we ever got was having the window open and gazing out. Or maybe I just wasn't allowed outside... I'm not sure. I wonder if Father was allowed outside?

Erebeth chuckled a bit at her twin's comment. She wasn't a complete idiot and knew that they needed to wait for the others before they could leave. While the two of them could probably make it a little ways, it would be safer to stick in a group. Safety in numbers seemed to work for schools of fish, herds of herbivores, etc. Especially with their abilities, they wouldn't really blend in. None of them had the slightest idea what it was like outside of their previous lives, though this girl wished she did and was determined to personify this wish.

"I would love to leave now, but I agree with you," she gave a small smile. "As much as we need to get out, we also need each other. The world could be unicorns and rainbows, or it could be hellfire and war." She wasn't sure which would be better for them. She almost hoped the world beyond their front door would be an easy one to traverse, but something told her that wasn't the case. They thought they had lovely lives, before all the hurting began...

The silver haired teen frowned and glanced around anxiously, wondering where the others were. There was a chance that Sin had surfaced in Rayne, but other than that she saw no reason for everyone to be taking this long. They had agreed to leave as soon as possible, before the body or mansion were found vacant, in order to put a substantial amount of distance between them and their prison. Life would begin again, only this time they wouldn't have someone hovering over their shoulders, watching them sleep and observing every step they made.

She took Christopher's hand in hers and squeezed it lightly, trying to reassure him things would be alright. She believed they would be, but there was never a flat road to travel on. "Should we go look for the others? We need to go." It was less of a question and more of a statement, because what Erebeth wanted, Erebeth did. She let go of his hand and retreated into the mansion. "Are we leaving soon?" she yelled loudly, walking around the hallways of the first floor.