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Atian

Every drop of water is important to life.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ikiros

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Name: Atian Elesson

Age: 36

Description: Atian is young of body, appearing to be in his mid-twenties, even though he's actually closer to forty. He has brown hair and tanned skin, with piercingly pale blue eyes. He wears thick clothing, usually made of natural materials such as cotton or fur, due to his youth among the monks of his home on Earth. Also, thanks to that way of life, he has learned a strict code of martial arts that he has bent so that he can use it if he needs to. Although it is both lethal and efficient, and he hasn't used it in a fight for more than five years, he still practices and maintains his skill, choosing to fight with his hands and new-found abilities rather than with weapons.

Kinetic power: Hydrokinesis

Secondary Power: Youthfulness, Swimming

Equipment: A small dagger and 13 darts.

Experiment number: 03257

History: Originally a monk, Atian found that he he had a hidden desire to study science and the wonders that it held. He had enjoyed his time with the monks, having learned to be calm and reasonable, even in some of the most unbecoming of circumstances, but he'd never fully embraced their belief in non-violence, hence his leaving. He'd become frustrated during a heated argument with a peer and, despite his self-control, became violent when he realized he would lose the argument and his pride because of his foolishness. He didn't bother to think that the fight itself would cost him his home.

It came to pass that he was asked to leave the monastery, so he did and, out of spite and anger, he threw himself at the scientific community, asking to either be taught, to to be of use to them. It so happened that he could be of use, though the procedures seemed almost opposite to what he was taught about the sanctity of the body. Still angered by what he considered a foolish group of monks, he accepted the tests and did as he was asked. It was painful, it was hard, but he pushed himself through, almost dieing several times in the process. And yet, he survived.

When he finally emerged from the testing, he no longer felt any anger towards the monks. It had all been washed from his mind by a new, and more profound, sense of peace than he'd ever felt before. Taking a small amount of time to himself, as he'd been allowed a few weeks to recuperate and to see if anything happened, he took up meditation once again. He didn't realize, however, that even then, he was being watched. While he was deeply in his trance, small orbs of liquid would form in the air beside him; spheres of pure water extracted from the very air itself. The scientists were ecstatic with the development and quickly brought him, this time having his move and manipulate water, a task that he found difficult at first. Within a month, he'd become fully aware of his abilities, though he knew he might still learn something new, and had settled into a smooth rhythm of practicing his power and meditating. Even when he was asked to chase the one experiment feared by his creators, he simply smiled and, with that peaceful look on his face, agreed. The time for peace was ending.

Other: Aitan has never known his parents, as he was abandoned on the steps of the monastery.

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At the very edge of the lake, in a small cove-like structure formed by a creek as it met the larger body of water, sat a young-looking man in meditation. He'd come here, sensing the general power of the lake, but hadn't been able to find out much from the people of the city he'd left behind. They had simply told him what he suspected they would: that it was just another lake.

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The sound of the inhale and release caught the ex-monk by surprise. Especially so close. He opened his eyes and turned, only to have the glob of gross phlegm smack into his left shoulder. He looked, mortified, as the creature that had spat at him sat on the edge of his view. The liquid the still coated his shoulder suddenly whisked off the cloth, forming into frozen shards of itself, rather than wetness.

He fired the things lazily, not putting any real effort into aiming them or giving them much force to hit with. He was more disgusted than angered and figured that the trickster could be dealt with later. What struck him as odd and out of place was the rather smartly-dressed man who had also found his way into such a deep area of the ruins. Atian suspected the man to be lost and dropped off the large stone he was on just as a long trail of pink shot out.

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He watched for a moment, perplexed by the sight of the semi-humanoid shape in the low light. It was grotesque, to his thinking, and ought to have died long ago, but he couldn't help but feel that this...thing, wasn't exactly what it looked like. Especially after it talked so easily.

"Not as pleasant as you'd think, but to each their own. Why'd you spit at me, anyways?" he asked, his voice calm and under control despite the situation. He silently thanked the lessons he'd learned under the monks' strict tutelage, even though he'd vowed never to deal with them in any form again. He looked at the man who'd lost his hat. Poor way to end a day.

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His arm passed between the things lips, such as they were, and almost to the back of it's mouth entirely. He grimaced, not wanting his arm trapped for any period of time longer than a second or two, and unclenched his fist, instead grabbing at the thick tongue so within reach. What he didn't expect was the sudden tug the creature gave as it clamped down on his arm, he was dragged forward and into the oncoming kick, but he had stumbled while being dragged, and his attempt to regain his balance had shifted the angle the kick hit him at. Despite the blow being no more than glancing, Atian felt as though he'd been hit buy the punch of a black belt.

He only held onto that tongue all the tighter.

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He wanted to do nothing, to give into the blunt throbbing that was his side, but he couldn't. Not when it was still there. Then he realized that it was starting to not be there. the skin was deepening in color, the form receding to something normal. He let go of his grip and rolled away, as much to nurse his wounds as to get away from the beast he saw this thing as.

Atian gritted his teeth, however, and once he was a safe distance away, he stood, doing his best to ignore the pain in his right side. It was more human now, definitely, but he had no idea what it was. He brought the moisture of the air to him, drying out most of the room just so that he had roughly a softball-sized sphere of water floating before for use.

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And as soon as the words hung in the air, the ice melted away and formed into a hovering sphere of water before the man. At least he wouldn't have to worry too much about being attacked, he figured. He relaxed a bit, sitting on the ground and propping himself against a wall so that his side wouldn't pain him as much. He couldn't tell how serious a wound it was, but the fact that ti still hurt probably meant he had something broken or fractured.

"So...what the hell are you?" he asked, not caring to be as polite as possible anymore. He was too tired, and far too injured to waste the energy on it.

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"Creativity is the biggest thing for me. And you seem rushed. If you need to go, by all means, feel free to. I won't stop you from it." He wasn't sure why he felt so unnerved around whatever this thing was. Perhaps it was the fact that he still couldn't tell if the thing was male or female. He didn't really know if he wanted to find out, actually. However, it seemed nice enough, now that it wasn't trying to unintentionally kill him.

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A dull crunching of snow could be heard as Atian wandered the rather bleak land. He'd come here for solace and peace of mind, as the monks had taught him when he'd been young. Despite how much he had hated the lifestyle, the man had to hand it to them; their meditation strategies were unparalleled. As he put one foot farther along his unformed path, his boot met with something far harder than snow. As he looked to see what it was, he noticed the splay of red hair in such stark contrast to the white around them.

He hefted the woman onto his shoulder with ease, years of training having kept his muscles in condition, though he'd never properly used them in combat. He'd heard there was a temple of some kind out in this barren waste, and he'd been planning to find it before the blizzard had rolled in. Unfortunately, the snows had reached him before he had found the place.

Realizing it would be foolish to continue without any kind of vision available, he cleared the snow from the ground with a wave of one hand, his hydrokinetic abilities allowing him to move such mass effortlessly. In another simple move, and without even placing the girl down, he raised an igloo around them, formed of solid ice, rather than blocks. He set the girl on the ground before him and watched her, barely able to feel the pulse of the water in her blood.

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Atian raised his gaze a bit, looking at her half-open eyes. he was a bit surprised to see that she'd made it, but it gave him the opportunity to try something that would normally have gotten him killed. He closed his own eyes and began to concentrate, picking up on the water within her body. rather than make her blood flow faster or slower, he simply took what liquid was in her and began to vibrate it slowly. The combined effect would heat her body up quicker than normal, though he had to force himself not to do so too fast or for too long.

"And here i was, thinking you were going to die. Lucky for you that you spoke up. I might not have tried, otherwise." His voice was easy and flowing, though he didn't seem particularly disposed towards helping others. It had been the monk's ideal that all life was considered sacred, not his. To him, on;y his life was truly important, and that he would choose others as he saw fit.

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As the snow flew towards his face, Atian simply melted it and had the resulting liquid orbit his head like a watery halo. It wasn't terribly fancy, but it was damned effective, which was his goal. As she fell forward, however, he would not simply remain there. he leaned forward, arms outstretched, and caught her, easing her slender form to the ground gently.

"That wasn't an invitation for you to attack me, you know. And with my own element, nonetheless. Seems a bit foolish, especially after I had warmed you up." He grumbled a few other things before sitting her shaking form upright against his. He dropped into a meditative state, the liquid halo continuing to orbit without any sign of changing. As Atian's mind grew more and more blank, he eventually came into contact with thousands of bodies of water: the snow as it fell outside around them and the ice in the ground.

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The trail of water began to quaver up and down, spiking every so often before returning to a line, only to do so again just moments later. Although Atian had no intended it, the blob of water orbiting his head was now in tune with his heartbeats, twitching with each pulse of the muscle. He opened his eyes, causing the tuning to vanish, and looked at her.

"No. I don't think I will, though without me you might fall prey to the elements outside. You've gotten over the poison, by the way. There wasn't enough to do any lasting damage, and your body processed it quicker than I had expected." He'd been tracking her vitals since he'd picked her up and, although it hadn't been a terribly long amount of time, it had been enough to 'watch' her body get over the poison and remove it from her system.

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"Debt? Ha, you have no debt to me. I simply chose to keep you alive, though why I couldn't say. I'm more than capable of keeping myself going, so no need to worry yourself over aiding me." His tone was simple and honest, though as he closed his eyes to return to his meditations, he removed his tunic and tossed it to her.

"Stay warm for now, and I'll be happy." He didn't shiver once as the chill air passed over his chest, showing the ease at which he had learned to ignore the nuisances of the world around him. His mind began to go blank once more as he focused on absolutely nothing but the noise outside, even going so far as to not be able to hear the rustle of her clothing as she moved.

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Just befroe he became full tuned to his surroundings once more, Atian opened an eye and looked at her. She had wrapped his tunic around herself for the warmth, which he was glad to see. At least she wasn't completely stupid.

"Look. I'm not saying that you can't help me, I'm saying that your debt is free and clear by my choice. Plus, it's one less thing to have to clear out of my mind eventually. The sooner it's gone, the better." He shrugged and then, rather than try to meditate again, began to play with the water from around his head, watching it dance across his fingers with hardly a thought to the action.

"As for my name, that's something I can't be certain I can tell to you. I could give you my experiment number, though, if you'd like that. Not sure how easily I'd respond to it, but it's better than nothing, I'd guess."

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"Really now? You'll follow me until your death?" He grinned somewhat before looking around them. The inside walls of the igloo had silently become coated in extremely narrow spines, each angled to point at her. "I think you may want to rethink my offer or, better yet, how about this: I ask you to no longer have a debt to me, in order to pay off your debt. You follow the order, and you no longer have a debt to me in either way, so no harm done."

He ran his finger along the edge of one of the spines, a thin layer of blood showing as the edge dragged through his flesh easier than any blade.

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He looked her over, rather bored with the situation. He unclouded the ice to look out into the blizzard, but as everything remained white, he suspected they were buried in. It seemed like he was going to have to deal with her for some time...Or at least until he cleared himslf a path out.

"And if I were to die before you? What happens then?" The thought had struck him seemingly from nowhere, though he was glad to do something. Challenging others' belief was a pastime of his that dated back to when he'd lived with the monks. It was one of the reasons he'd left.

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Several ideas came to mind as she spoke, though none were truly relevant to the situation at hand. Some had to do with the temple he'd been looking for, another had to do with how much he would rather be on a beach, and yet others had to do with the food he had yet to reveal and how it simply sat in his rucksack.

"And what about the creation of new life? What if I were to ask you to present yourself to me in the most base way possible? Would that fulfill the debt?" He was merely curious at this point, having no intention of having her do anything for him. If he'd actually intended to have her do something, chances are he would have said something forceful by now.

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"Hmm...Interesting. Well, too bad for you that I'm chaste then." It was true, despite the joking tone his voice had acquired. He'd lived with the monks for nearly two thirds of his life, and the rest had been spent working with Psi-Com under their experimental division, so he'd never really had the chance to have any kind of relationship.

Not that he'd ever put much though into the idea. He wasn't technically human anymore anyways. Not after the experimentation, at least. He looked at the water pooled on his hand before forming it into a thin glove. he began to stretch it ever thinner, eventually able to coat almost all of his arm in a thin sheen of liquid.

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Atian looked up from his shimmering arm. She'd insinuated that he might run from her, and as the thought ran through the hydrokinetic's mind, he couldn't help but laugh.

"You think I'm going to run off? I'm too busy wandering around to run away. There's hardly anywhere for me to go, anyways." He shrugged and then let the water simply vanish from his skin as he made the air more humid.

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"Oh, I have a home alright. I just decided I didn't want to be there for a while." He watched her calmly as she shook her head. He couldn't tell what she was disgruntled at, but he figured it had something to do with him, so he simply smiled and went back to messing with the water in the air, this time shifting the humidity around her head to make the air almost completely dry.

He even made it rain atop himself, though the water flowed across him in the most unlikely ways. It slid sideways across his chest before looping up and away, only to fall as a sphere of ice a moment later. He watched it go, evidently enjoying his control, though he never once let the air return to normal around her.

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The sphere of water above him dropped, the laws of physics forcing it to obey. However, as it touched Atian's body it became solid, forming a gleaming cornice of ice that enveloped his head, neck, and shoulders. He had not expected her to move against him, though it entertained him beyond his expectations. He let the ice melt from his face so that he could talk and breathe, but otherwise left the glittering mass alone.

"I'm a baby? You're the one who get's titchy just because I use the power I have available. Just because it's giving me something to do while I wait for the blizzard to pass over does not mean that I'm childish." He smiled and the ice reformed, this time coating his chest in an armor-like coating, though it looked more impressive that it was.

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"Create or destroy you say? Take it as this. My use is the creation of a peaceful state of mind. The destruction of that which clouds thoughts. Or perhaps I should be more literal about it?" he pulled three drops of water from the air, letting them settle on his fingertips before flicking them away, each becoming a shard of ice before impacting the butterflies.

"Oh wait, you also mentioned creation. Let's see what I can pull..." He smirked and, without hardly a conscious thought to what he was doing, pulled a sphere of liquid from the ground almost as large as himself. He let it hover there before pricking his finger again, this time pulling a trail of ruby liquid from the wound to center itself within the pure water before him. He began to shape it, separating the blood into two areas, shaping it into the form of a heart and a brain. He formed the rest of the sculpture into that of an unknown woman, her features indistinct and unfinished. As a final act, he froze the whole thing solid, the statue centered in the igloo.

"You may control more than I do, but my mastery in one excels beyond the scope your mind can imagine."

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The door to the bar opened and in walked a man who appeared, by all means, to be a simple person. His clothing was basic, but practical, and he carried himself with the confidence of youth, nothing more. He looked to be in his mid to late twenties, his skin bronzed and his blue eyes bright. And yet, as he looked around, he seemed incredibly mature, almost old.

Not that this was the case.

Atian strolled up to the counter and ordered a glass of white wine, setting a few silver coins on the counter top to pay for his drink before lapsing into silent thought.

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Atian looked over at the seemingly drunk man, an eyebrow raising at the glass of vodka that sat before him. The man chuckled quietly to himself over something trivial, and then smiled and thanked the bartender as his win arrived. He lifted the glass carefully and sniffed at it, his eyes closing as he mulled the aroma over in his head.

"Eh, could be better," he muttered to himself before taking a drink. Like all food nowadays, it seemed less flavorful, almost tasteless, to him. The damnable Psicom experiments that had made him what he was, something he rather enjoyed being, had failed to take into account the effects that the alien DNA would have on human taste. Suffice it to say, they left a man wanting.