POWER DESCRIPTIONS

Weapon Summoning || Vin can summon weapons he thinks of and turn them into real, physical objects. Vin's ability relies on several factors-- firstly he needs to have a clear mental image of the weapon he summons, he must have the time to summon the weapon, and he must have the concentration to not break the summoning process. These weapons aren't energy constructs or illusions, as soon as they are summoned they are completely real down to the last molecule taking into account density, molecular composition, volume, velocity, and structure. The amount of energy required to summon the object is large enough for the processes to generate blue wisps of energy as the weapon forms. His constructs, though real, can be dematerialized in the same way as they are created dispelling in a flurry of blue wisps.

Chi Manipulation || The user is able to manipulate the chi inside their own body. Chi is the life force a person holds inside themselves. It constantly flows from all living things yet only a few have the ability to wield it. Vin is one of these people. He has several applications of chi that he has mastered. For example, in combat the flow of Vin's Chi becomes stronger and stronger until reaching its peak pushing his body past a normal person's levels. He is able to create an aura of Chi around himself that allows him to sense his surrounding much like echolocation, he is able to sense the strength of Chi in people around him, and he is able to identify areas of power based on Chi congestion. A meta is able to use their gifts by sending energy to parts of their body that is effected by their power, so Vin is able to use this information to tell if a person is a meta and identify what part of the body their power affects. Vin's will pushes him to fight past his limits allowing him to take more punishment than a normal person before being incapacitated and given time outside combat can accelerate his own healing. Being a wielder of Chi, he is able to dampen the negative effects of other people's chi-based attacks.

APPEARANCE

Standing on the shorter side of 5'8", the young man has pointy blonde hair and gray-blue eyes. He has a pale complexion and a strong, fit build. He is very athletic and his hard muscles attest to the lifetime of training he put in to acquire it. He, normally, is very neat and tidy with everything in its place and nothing straying; discipline shining through in everything that he is. Preferring dark colors just came with the territory of living in Wisconsin his whole life, the cold weather and clouds made the darker colors seem like a better fit. Every once in a while, though you could see him wear a white apron over his day clothes as he whisked about the kitchen preparing food. 

Post-Drakon, he wore the common attire anointed to the organization's elite fighters. A black, leather, studded robe with a hood that hid his face. Under the robe was an assortment of weapons the rest of the organization carried with them-- but there was no point of that for Vin. If one was able to see his face the first thing they would notice was the blank look on his face, the emptiness of his eyes. If there was still a soul left in the husk that was left it was buried deep inside. All that's left in the steel eyes is the reflection of death as his victims gurgled their last bloody breaths into his face, their terror burned into his retina for eternity with each new kill only adding to the horror of the last.

PERSONALITY

To understand Vin's current state of being one must understand what Vin had once been before Drakon. He was a bright young boy whose days were colorful and had friends to share his time with. He was a chef at heart who prepared delicious meals and a student who, perhaps wasn't the brightest of the bunch was certainly no slouch when it came to his studies. He was a boy who yearned for a normal life despite his family ties and the pull of the darkness that clung to him. He was more than just a friend, he was Vin-- a unique person with dreams and aspirations just like anyone else.

Dreams have no place in Drakon. The only aspirations one might want are determined by Golova Drakon-- the Dragon's Head. Stripped away was the fun, the color, replaced was only hate. Hate for metas and what they did to his mother. Hate for the world that allows them to live among normal humans. Hatred consumed him, it was all he could feel all he knew. He hated this feeling that he couldn't get rid of. In turn, his hatred only bore the fruit of deepening the hold Drakon had on him. Darkness consumed him turning him into the killer he is today. Look into his eyes, the boy is asleep, dreaming of the day he can awaken. But for now, all you will see is the cold reflection of slaughter.

BIOGRAPHY

If you are reading this for entertainment I suggest you stop here. Beyond lies the tale of a broken soul scattered across the tragedy of a fate no one could have avoided. There will be descriptions of death and abuse both mental and physical all leading to the breaking of a mind and the darkness that corrupts it. By continuing to read you are agreeing that you wish to understand his pain and experience the same horrors he had.

Life and death are two sides of the same coin. Life, while beautiful, comes with the price of an eventual death that puts an end to all things. Our story begins with one life and two deaths. The life was Vin's. One of the deaths was a mother's with the love of her child, enough to protect him from the brutality of a stranger. Brutality that befell her in the most twisted ways. Her body broken, mangled and ripped laying on the street. A bloody mess oozing from her corpse to pool at the child's feet. A man who had lost the most precious thing in the world and took vengeance on his mate's assaulter. Once it was over, it was difficult for Vin to tell whose blood belonged to whom. The horror he felt that night would stay with him forever, the eyes of his father would never change from that night onward.

He had been three when he had lost his mother, his father began raising him on his own in a small community in Wisconsin.  The man owned a dojo which was used to teach self-defense to the locals. Vin, however, received much harder and taxing training than anything the man gave his other students.  There were days his shoulder would be dislocated multiple times and replaced. There were nights he cried over a leg that was twisted the wrong way. His body mended and broke, hardened and yielded. Nothing was easy, everything was a struggle, even survival from day to day. There were times Vin thought he would really die. His father was merciless, but the product of his training was effective. Vin grew accustomed to pain and combat long before he discovered he held powers. Perhaps these trials were part of what developed his powers, perhaps everything was pre-destined in a tale of blood before he was born. Whatever the case was, his powers appeared before his father sooner rather than later-- and that was when the real training began.

It was a twist of irony, Vin realized when he was older, that his father lost his wife to a Meta-human and his only son turned out to be the very thing his father had grown to despise. But the increased number of bruises Vin ended each day with didn't have just to do with his father taking his anger out of the boy-- it was also because the man saw here an opportunity. One that could be put to use. As the years past Vin had spent each day training his body and mind, he took excursions out into the town of his own accord for social interaction and helped to teach his father's classes. He was praised as a prodigy, normal people couldn't fathom the effort he'd put in to reach the proficiency he had attained in his short years. His training gave him the proficiency to handle himself well and his manipulation of chi helped to level the playing field in combat against even adults with fully developed bodies.

When he turned fifteen he was sent to a school called Hinan Academy. It was a safe haven for meta-humans and normal humans alike to enjoy school life with one another. But no good thing lasts forever. During that year at Hinan, Vin learned his father was the leader of an organization called Drakon sworn to eradicating meta humans and liberating normal people from their seemingly Omnipotent power. Vin was the answer to the question posed long ago-- how do you match the strength of a meta? With another meta. Vin had been bred as a weapon ever since his mother's death for this moment, to eliminate metas and fulfill his role within Drakon. What wasn't counted on was Vin's resistance to the idea of destiny. He was his own person, he didn't want to fight-- he wanted to make people smile, and cooking was how he could do that.

Life at Hinan Academy was good for a time. He made friends with Arte, Dartz, Katya, and Nuria among others. He learned what it was like to live a normal life and he loved it. Training was drilled into him as a habit, but beyond maintaining his body it was nice to not be expected to fight. Fights did end up breaking out, but Vin hated violence and ended things quickly and cleanly with as little injury as possible. That is, until his father's hand of influence reached all the way to the school. Drakon made their move, kidnapping, blackmailing, and even targeted those Vin loved to get him to rejoin the organization's purpose.  They succeeded in recruiting Vin, however the boy formulated a plan of rebellion against his father to break their hold over himself. To do that he needed Arte's help.

Using her hospitalized brother as a bargaining chip, he persuaded her to join him within Drakon. There they carried out missions for a time while formulating a plan to escape. Whatever plan they had been working on came too late. Vin was isolated from everything of his 'own will' and held underground in a safe house Drakon had set up for themselves in the area. He underwent isolation-- no contact or food for days at a time only broken by the sound of a plate being tossed into the room. Everything was foggy, they must have been drugging the food to make sure he couldn't use his powers. After several weeks he was ready to crack when they finally opened the door. He was thankful that there was another person here-- but that was short lived as they proceeded to torture him. They cut his nails open, broke each of his fingers in multiple places so they bent like spider's legs, cuts fashioned the insides of his arms so they were covered in scars by time they were done with him. They took care to do no permanent damage to his body, they needed him and what he could do. Instead, they caused him as much pain as they possibly could for two days straight.

By this point he had confessed to whatever plans he had been plotting with Arte and begged them to stop. He wanted to work for his father and be the weapon he was meant to be. But there was still one thing more they wanted from him. They wanted his total obedience and they couldn't have an asset as important as him doing whatever he wanted. They strapped him to a chair and injected him with dose after dose of a medicine that burned away inside him causing his mouth to froth over in pain, his eyes rolling around in their sockets as though looking for a way out. The sedatives he'd taken before ensured he couldn't use his powers to escape and the doses of this new medicine would have prohibited his concentration on anything but the pain anyway. By the time they were finished Vin was nothing but a shell of the person he had once been.

It was in this state that he was released back to Hinan Academy with a singular purpose. Destroy everything. Drakon's attack on the school brought the establishment to its knees in the matter of an hour. Vin's face splattered with the blood of those he had slaughtered like lambs. Blood painted the walls and a mix of bile and excrement puddled the floor. The place stank like a slaughterhouse. There had been those that had escaped the Hinan Tragedy. Drakon issued a follow up directive for Vin to eliminate any loose ends, but in the meantime he was to carry out orders from Golova Drakon-- 'the Dragon's Head' as his father was now calling himself. The next year was filled with hit orders and assassinations he carried out flawlessly. The more he worked for the organization the further into their clutches he fell, his sense of self disappearing to the point he would no longer speak. Nods were enough, nods were all he could manage.

A year after the fall of Hinan Academy Vin heard a song that had been written by one of his former friends from the school as he was coming back from a successful hit. The old directive of tying up loose ends from the Hinan Tragedy kicked in and he set off on a mission to eliminate the last memories he had of the school, the last chance of salvation he had to restore himself to the person he had been before. The person he might never be again.

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