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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.

So begins...

Atian's Story

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Atian raised his eyes from his drink, setting it down gently as the man's hand touched his shoulder. A half-dozen images flashed through his mind, not all of which were peaceful, but they faded just as soon as they'd come. He looked the man beside him in the face, taking a moment to think about his words before speaking.

"I bring myself here, though for not much longer than a stop along the road. The wine's good, I just...I just don't have much taste for anything these days. Not unless it's from off world." He smiled a bit, then focused on Leon's hand. He would feel a slight pressure at the point where his skin contacted Atian's tunic, as if a smooth piece of metal were inside his hand and pushing it away, but nothing more.

"As for getting drunk, you're nowhere near there yet. Your breath doesn't even smell of the vodka you've been drinking."

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That raised another eyebrow. What a show, and for nothing. However, as Atian focused more on the vodka being downed, he could watch it and see how it flowed through the man's mouth and throat before ending in his stomach with a splash.

"We don't know each other. It's a mutual thing. The crazy bit about it, however, is that I can manipulate water as I choose, and I can tell that the gulp you just took was the most vodka you've had all day." He grinned, and to prove his point drained the water from his wine, leaving a perfectly dry, powdery residue in the bottom of the glass, a sphere of crystal clear water floating above the glass.

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"I may be a bastard, but at least I don't mind it." Atian put the water back into his glass and spun it around, reconstituting the wine into what it had been previously, only to take a drink when he'd finished. It still wasn't as good as he'd hoped.

"And it's nothing to me, really. I'm just entertained by the fact that you're trying to keep all the other humans off your back for being who you are. If I were you, I wouldn't give a damn what they thought of me and I'd just go live life. Then again, if I were you, I wouldn't be able to boil a man's blood or do any of the things I've been trained to do by Psicom."

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"Because they'd kill me if they saw me. Simple as that." He looked at the wine remaining in his glass and sighed. There really wasn't any reason to finish it aside from the fact that he'd wasted good money on it. He wished it had actually had some flavor this time, but he should have known better. Nothing had tasted good since Kreandor.

"Plus, you're interesting, and I'm sure you don't know many people, let alone humans, who would take time to sit and bother talking to you." His tone remained rather upbeat, as though he were bantering about any other subject, and he still had a half a smile on his face like it was all a game.

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Atian shrugged. He no longer cared about what he'd already done. It was in the past and the only time it bothered him was when those who'd decided he'd done something terrible came looking for him.

"I probably wouldn't have told you anything anyway. A man as defeated and downed as you are probably wouldn't be worth the breath that the story would require."

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A line formed on Atian's forehead as he furrowed his brow. An instant later, and Leon's glass shattered, the water in the drink having formed into a sphere of icy spikes. He relaxed and smiled dangerously.

"You misunderstand. I'm hardly jealous of you, simply because of what my mind can do. As for having a purpose in life, I've never had one worth following. And I prefer it that way, 'cause it means I don't have to worry about being responsible very often."

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"I'm not exactly a nice person. And aimless, yes. Depressing, not at all. I rather enjoy the absolute freedom of my life, considering it allows me to do most anything I could ever want to do."

He smiled and then looked at the rack of alcohol behind the bar. If it weren't for the natural systems in his body, he'd have been able to drink just a few glasses and get wasted, but as it was, he'd have to clean out at least half of the top shelf to hit that point.

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Atian shrugged and continued to look at the top-shelf liquor. So what if there wasn't a point in his life to drive towards. He was free to do what he wanted, so he had no qualms about it.

"And what would you suggest I go and try to do?"

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Atian stepped into the bar with a bit of a flourish, trailed by three spiraling streams of water, each floating in midair. Despite the inherent oddity of such structures floating, and rotating, behind him, the man seemed at ease and relaxed. He approached the bar as though there were nothing more easy, and ordered.

"A pint of mead, and an order of fries, if you would."

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"Not a problem. I expected they might take a bit. As for the lack of patrons...I figured you may prefer it otherwise, considering you earn much of your money via tips." He shrugged and took of a sip of mean, swallowing quickly. The flavor was much like any other mead he'd had, only it was less tasteful in general, considering he'd been human before. The three streamers of water arced over and began to form a tight spiral around his head.

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"Hydrokinesis. It telekinetic at root, but only with water for me. I can't do jack to anything but liquids. Lucky for me, most people tend to be made of mostly liquid." He smiled darkly, then swirled his mead without moving the cup. It was as if he did it all the time.

"Also, I've not heard of Sol. One of the farther out stars, I take it? I mean, I was part of a group that had to do some work out on Kreandor, but I've never heard of Sol."

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Atian raised an eyebrow as the bartender listed her accomplishments, only to dig into his fries as they arrived. He ate them normally, though after the first few he realized that they needed something. Salt. He shook some out onto them, tasted again, then shook more. He ended up with almost double the amount of salt most people would find to be enough on his fries before he was content. After a few more, he looked up.

"It is always good to know how and when to protect oneself. At least, that's what the monks used to teach me. Then I went and got my DNA mixed with ancient alien DNA and now I'm hardly human. Raised by those of peace, only to end up a thinking weapon of war."

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"Would I have? And why's that?" He looked at the brandy, but didn't do much more than eat a few more fries. Ever since he'd gotten the treatment to become what he now was, human food had lost nearly all of it's flavor to him, as his tastes had been switched to enjoy the foreign foods from Planet Kreandor, rather than his native foods. And yet, as he thought of it, he wasn't human, so this food was now the foreign food, wasn't it? He shook the thought away and then let the water around his head solidify into a halo of ice.

"And I agree. A dozen soldiers with guns weren't enough to best me, even though I had no firearm on me."

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He shrugged and looked up at the halo, forcing it to change and develop narrow spikes along its outer edge.

"So, why don't you take off the suit and gimme a look at your face? I'm sure that a girl like you must be reasonably good-looking, eh?" Although he made himself sound a bit drunk, he could feel the alcohol being filtered from his system. One of the few benefits he'd gained from becoming a hydrokinetic had been that his body was far more efficient at filtering toxins from his bloodstream, though his blood was substantially thinner of consistency.

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Atian smiled and leaned forward, casting his face into a slight shadow.

"You say you'd die, but as long as you've got liquid blood, I can keep you from dealing with the infection, since that's how it travels your body. Of course...it'd be a bit odd for you at first, but it's possible." He shrugged and leaned back, his eyes glinting in the light as he moved. "But then again, who knows. And plus, I'm not human myself. Not entirely, anyways, so looking for non-human women to, you know, be with, doesn't bother me much."

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An eyebrow raised, a smile formed, and Atian found that he liked the face beneath her mask. She was human-like, which he found attractive considering his own birth among the race, but she had a striking and exotic look to her, thanks to the fact that she was, in fact, alien.

"That depends on whether you want me to or not. I'd rather not fight for a lost cause if you catch my meaning."

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He stood so that she could get a better look if she wanted to. As he turned to look at her again, though, he noticed that he stood several inches taller than her, though he had yet to notice her hands and feet.

"Well, if we're getting to know one another, perhaps we better figure out each others names, eh? I'm Atian."

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Atian smiled. "I prefer it, if anything. It mean you're not exactly prone to thinking the way they do." He shrugged and looked down at himself. "Like I've said before, I'm not entirely human. Sure, I may look like one, but I've got Kreandorite DNA in my cells. It's the reason I can do this." He pointed to the halo around his head, which had melted back to water, but hadn't yet lost it's shape.

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"Well...They're from Kreandor, but that's about all I know. I never asked the star's name, nor did I care much. And the DNA isn't natural, I had it implanted about a year and a half ago. Funny thing is, most natives don't have the ability to mess with water. Or fire, or earth, or air. They have more obscure forms. I got an ancient, and more pesky, form of mental power."

He shrugged, wishing, for once, that he'd looked into things a bit more fully. Something to remember for later on.

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"Obscure...uh...Well. I control water, for instance. An obscure version of water would be something like Acid, or Poison, maybe something like Lava, but those are things I can't mess with. You could also add in Blood, but I can play with it, considering it's close enough to water to work with."

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He shrugged and then watched her move. Only then did he notice her hands and feet. He watched for a moment, struck by a loss for words, but caught himself the next moment.

"I'm curious about your hands and feet. Are they naturally like that, or did you get surgery for wounds?"

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"Huh. I'm so used to five of each that I guess I figured it was standard." He laughed a bit at his own foolishness. "So, tell me more about yourself. I'm interested to figure out who you are, considering that you show at least a little interest in having me chase after you."

He grinned and, although he was in his thirties, was glad that he looked almost a decade younger.

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Most of the names she flung out went right past him, almost not registering as he'd never heard of them before. He suspected that they were, at least, of some import to most of what her life had involved, but he couldn't imagine how or why, due to his own heritage and experiences. The one thing he could relate to was serving in battle.

"Sounds like on hell of a ride, though I can't say I envy you for it. Honestly, I'm not too big for fighting, though I tried to convince myself otherwise when I left the monks. I'd rather just be free and enjoy myself, rather than plan things out."

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The doors opened to let through a rather average, if somewhat differently clothed, man. His brown hair was shaggy upon his head, his skin a naturally dark tan. He seemed young to the eye, but looks can be deceiving, especially in a place such as Gambit's Bar. His clothing was a combination of thickly padded pants and a short, sleeveless blue jerkin. Wrapped around the lower ends of his forearms were two matching bands of cloth, and the boot upon his feet were what appeared to be deerskin, lined with fur. All in all, his appearance suggested that he had either grown up or lived in cold climates for most of his life.

This, oddly enough, was only partly true, unless one could call the bowels of a spaceship cold.

He looked around, his light blue eyes roaming from one patron to the other as he continued further into the bar. He didn't recognize a single one of them, which allowed him a slight amount of relaxation to slip into his movements. Despite how tense he was, he still moved like a dancer, each motion fluid and controlled, yet graceful.

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Atian found that, though he knew none of the other patrons around him, none truly caught his eye as someone of interest. He shrugged and seated himself on a stool at the counter, one leg resting against the floor, the other set atop one of the stool's supporting bars. With a semi-contemptuous look at the touchscreen, Atian simply lifted his hand. With the motion, a thin stream of clear water flowed out of thin air. He smiled at the simple action, the formed the water into the shape of a glass before taking a sip of it.

"Ah, the simple joys of life. I can't imagine what I'd do if I had to return to who I was before Psicom had gotten a hold of me. Without them...Well, I certainly wouldn't be the same, that's for certain." He chuckled to himself and the turned about, looking once more at the others in the bar, wondering if any of them would be worth talking to, if for no reason beyond something to do.