NAME: Damian Denar
GENDER: Male
FACTION: FRUMENTARII
APPEARANCE:
PERSONALITY:
Quick thinking and even faster on his feet Damian is A individual who finds it hard to stop looking for solutions and weaseling himself out of situations. Having devoted his life to Science and the pursuit of the betterment of humanity he looks at things in a different light compared to others. He believes the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one. Sadly, following his awakening his mind seemed to shift in the direction of self preservation. Perhaps the fallout of the viral takeover of his body or the reflection in what he thought was his death throes caused this shift in thinking. Despite all this he remains a light hearted individual that is steeped in his work.
TALENT: Parkour/Movement Styles (This Includes Dance xD)
PURVIEW: Plague/Pestilence
PURVIEW ABILITIES:
I am a Doctor, not a quack: Damian has manifested the ability to not only culture various diseases and plagues but to bend and manipulate them to his will. Immune to Poisons, Diseases, Infections and plagues he is entirely unaffected by the worst the microbial world can send at him. As such he has found a odd fascination with diseases of all kinds.
This is Science, I swear: Through the injection, Manifestation or forceful contraction of diseases and viral infections Damian can induce sudden cellular change in a subject allow him to bend and change their biological form to his whim. During this process the being that once was infected is consumed allowing the Virus to attain sentience and follow its plaguebearer. The size of this constructive monstrosity is down to the biological matter present. EX-The more bodies the more horrible the result
Wow I am fucked Up aren't I (Self Afflicted): Due to the nature of his powers Damian is in fact infected with his own swarm of diseases and virus's. Living in symbiosis with them they have granted him at this point minor physiological changes. These can take the form of bone like appendages forced and created by the virus hijacking his cells and causing them to change shape and purpose to allowing his body to heal rapidly through internal Viral replication.
BACKGROUND:
Curiosity has always found a way to end the cat's life. Sadly, this did not come to fruition when it comes to Damian. Flying through school his need to figure out the world and how it works drove him to the one world he found to be the most interesting. Looking through a microscope he found a world far smaller than one could ever imagine. To those who never knew or cared he felt they were in the end useless. To him, that which they could not see could be the hand that strikes hardest. Life had proven that the smallest of things can cause the biggest of troubles. Due to this he facilitated his life to the research of diseases and their viral counterparts. To him, it was through this that humanity could rise to new heights. Sadly, he did not realize the cost to himself.
AWAKENING:
Third world countries and civil war. Two of the things that he hated to hear together in a sentence. Serving in a South African country driven to near insanity through years of Civil War he decided to station himself at the front line of the conflict in a hope of studying the effects of the war on the population. In line with past observations the moment sanitation and freshwater fell through the roof the people began to take on different diseases and became highly susceptible to viral infections whether Airborne, water or through simple human to human contact. Sadly, he had chosen to side himself with the Nationalistic and Autocratic side of the civil war. Soon, the people were tired of their living conditions and they rose up.
The day it all began was the day the rebels broke into the city. Everything fell fast and it was like a torrent of death had spiraled through the streets and fixated itself on revenge... or simply sport. Lights within his secluded laboratory began to flash signalling a containment breach. Turning around he saw the body of someone whom he thought had passed suddenly begin to convulse. Biting his lip he casually made his exit patting his colleagues on the shoulder. By the time he was near the exit the noise of fighting or... more or less horrible death echoed through the hallways. Turning around he looked directly at a creature stumbling down the hallway at him.
The two seemed fixated on each other before Damian moved his head to the side. The creature did the same time and mimicked his movements. Raising an arm it did the same thing and he began to smirk. Little did he know another of their subjects was beginning to re-animate itself behind him. Figuring it was best to get out of dodge he turned around and almost ran face first into a man with his chest ripped open. Staring into the maw of teeth and bone Damian slipped to his side and around the creature as its chest tried to bite at him. Eyes going wide he broke into a sprint and began to run towards the exit only to find himself nearly cornered by the unknown entities. The bodies he recognized but their physical attributes were distorted and horribly mutated beyond almost all recognition.
His exit blocked and with many of the bodies they had been studying rising up changing he found himself confined and his claustrophobia began to rise up. Ducking through the hallways he nearly ran straight into one of his now deceased colleagues and slipped under him. Reaching the containment room for their achieved diseases he ran his fingerprint and was inside just as one of the creatures slammed itself against the door. Kicking it several times he managed to get it away but had successfully trapped himself within what was his now re-enforced tomb.
Temperature low and his body reeling from the cold and through the inability to find food within the tomb he had simply kept himself busy by continuing his studies despite the situation he was in. Casually glancing out to the creatures still beating on the windows he finally seemed to snap. If they were going to kill him he was going to bring them all down with him. Driven by not only desperation but an odd sense of everything coming full circle he began to delve into the diseases he had catalogued and took out all of them at once. Taking out three syringes he began to play mix and match with the virus and disease vials. Injecting them one by one into himself he exhaled a deep breath and began to laugh. The scientist who had dedicated his life to studying and curing diseases had allowed himself to succumb to them by choice.
Three hours past and the incubation period sped up through their mix matched properties began to wrack him. Collapsing onto the floor he cried out in pain as his body began to change, skin becoming darker and turning almost into a calcified material his hands elongated and his jaw seemed to stretch. Groaning he felt himself dying but his life did not fully leave him. The changes continued to force him into convulsions but ceased suddenly three days later. Eyes staring out and his mind seemingly shattered through the constant torture he had in his view passed the test of death.... or undeath. Twitching he rose to his feet and looked at his hands. They looked normal... but soon they began to change as he remembered their appearance days earlier.
Instead of pain, he felt only pressure and it eased itself into non-existence within seconds. Hands elongating and changing he recognized the properties of the black protrusions as almost bone like in quality. It was on this day that he found himself in his re-birth. No longer a man of morality... he found that in the insanity of the moment he became his own greatest work. Body internally writhing he looked down at his hands once more and slid them along a stainless steel lab bench and watched it cleave a decent sized gash within it. Laughing he looked at the door and didn't hesitate at all. Slicing apart the door and carved his way towards the exit taking the creatures whom had once been his patients down one by one. Clearing out the facility was simply his first task.... He did not understand nor did he fully comprehend what had occurred... but he would. In time all secrets could be uncovered with perseverance and patience.
