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 Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 5:03 pm
Name: Valeriu Marius Jaklovzsky
Stage: Cultist
God: Tezcatlipoca
Likes: ???
Dislikes: ???
Personality: sad
Player: Scroll
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 5:09 pm
 Prologue: Chapter Index
...You're here. Congratulations!
Chapter One: He Held Up The Skies
...And everything else.
Chapter Two: Smoke and Mirrors
...These twisted games you play.
Chapter Three: The Law of Life
...You wake up, and realize nothing is the same.
Chapter Four: Family Portrait
...We still have each other right now.
Chapter Five: Puppets of Gods
...What other pawns have fallen before this?
Chapter Six: These Photographs
...So I can remember your face.
Chapter Seven: Memories of Us
...Something that's mine and mine alone.
Chapter Eight: Counting Numbers
...Like counting seconds.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 5:13 pm
 Valeriu Marius Jaklovszky is...
Twelve years old. Around seventeen years old. Born on July 22nd.
Romanian, and taught the Romani language first, leaving him with a fading accent when he speaks English. He doesn't speak much Romanian anymore.
A quiet, reserved, thoughtful, and serious boy. He's pretty naive, but he's learning. A little bit gullible. Slow to change, but resolute in his decisions and honest in everything he does. Very determined and independent, and has the capability to be a ruthless person if it weren't for his bleeding heart. He's a naturally kind person who tries to act more mature than his age.
Has a decent sense of humor, and can be very playful at times (perhaps due to the feline nature). Enjoys a little destruction now and again, and loves being outdoors or up high.
Missing his parents. Have you seen them? They've been gone for a while.
Working to keep money in their family and provide for his younger sister. Doing pretty well at it, and has found a permanent job and a substitute family as a construction worker.
Very unlucky. He gets into ridiculous accidents all the time.
Has spent the last few months of his life living in a jungle and wrestling jaguars under his god's watchful eye in order to grow stronger (into a Prophet). Has trouble controlling the feral aspect of himself upon returning to civilized society, but handling it as staidly as ever.
Able to use shadows as weapons. The mirror upon his chest can release a smoke that can daze or sedate a person (at this point) or poison small things (insects). Prefers to avoid using the smoke powers unless necessary, and leans toward a brawling style of fighting.
Has the senses of a predator animal. Good hearing, good smell, good eyesight that can see in the dark, and good balance. Can move stealthily when he wants to (and often does), skittish when others are too close to vulnerable spots, and sometimes thinks of people in terms of prey. Highly disturbed by this.
Born to be a WAIFU: not only does he enjoy building and repairing things, he also has some sort of OCD about keeping things at home neat and tidy along with bringing home the bacon. Good at cooking, cleaning, sewing, and any other household chores.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 5:15 pm
 "Our Master, the Lord of the Near and Nigh,
thinks and does what He wishes; He determines, He amuses Himself.
As He wishes, so will it be.
In the palm of His hand He has us; at His will He shifts us around.
We shift around, like marbles we roll; He rolls us around endlessly.
We are but toys to Him; He laughs at us."
Who is He?His name was Tezcatlipoca. God of Night and Material Things. A seducer, a trickster, and a blood-thirsty, heart-eating Aztec god. The guy's a walking disguise. He's known by so many things, as so many things, that it's hard to pinpoint exactly what he is. He is the Enemy of Both Sides, the Night Wind, Lord of Near and Far, Possessor of the Sky and Earth, He Who's Slaves We Are, the Mocker, and the Youth. The Aztec Gateway "As the Lord of the Near and Nigh, Tezcatlipoca governs the fate of mortals, seeing into their minds and hearts with His obsidian mirror. He gives both reward and punishment as He sees fit; having the power to both bestow riches and take them away. As the night wind, Tezcatlipoca would rush through the streets in the night, giving terror or luck to any He came across in accordance with His whims and their worth. He carries five arrows which He uses to punish the wicked.
Tezcatlipoca is one of the four brother gods who rule over the directions. He rules over the North, the realm of darkness, contrasted to the Western Quetzalcoatl's realm of light. Opposed in methods and philosophies, Tezcatlipoca and Quetzalcoatl are considered rivals of each other. In the North, one may see Tezcatlipoca's singular footprint in Ursa Major. His other foot was lost in battle with the Earth Monster, to be replaced by the obsidian mirror of His name.
Tezcatlipoca is the patron of sorcerers, warriors, and young men. He is perpetually young, and considered the most handsome of the gods. Tezcatlipoca was the patron of the Telpochcalli, the schools where young men were trained to be warriors. The night warrior in contrast to Huitzilopochtli's day, Tezcatlipoca also uses sorcery and cunning to exact His will, in addition to warrior might. He is also a princely god, a patron of the nobility. However, He was also the patron of slaves, who were considered His "beloved children."
Tezcatlipoca has two nahualli (sorcerous animal) forms; Tepeyollotl, the jaguar god of the underworld, and Chalchiuhtotolin, the Jeweled Fowl. As Tepeyollotl, He stalks the underworld, causing earthquakes with His roars. As Chalchiuhtotolin, He appears as a beautiful bird, something like a turkey but far more stunning, covered in jeweled feathers. However, as beautiful as Chalchiuhtotolin is, He is also terrifying to behold.
Tezcatlipoca often tested mortals' bravery. He would sometimes appear in the night as Chalchiuhtotolin, uttering an eerie cry, or as a huge, decapitated man with a gash in the chest that opened and closed, making a sound something like a chopping ax. The idea was that a human who heard such sounds in the night might be brave and investigate, or might be terrified and flee. Those who were brave would find Chalchiuhtotolin or the headless specter, and their courage would be further tested. If the person fled, Tezcatlipoca would not favor them, for He is a fearsome god not for cowards. If the person was brave, however, they could grab Chalchiuhtotolin by the tail and capture Him, or reach into the specter's gaping chest to grasp it's heart. If they succeeded in facing their fears, Tezcatlipoca would give them a blessing.
Tezcatlipoca also governs the memories of the ancestors. He dwells in the House of the Night with His four wives: Xochiquetzal, Xilonen, Atlatonan, and Huixtocihuatl, who represent the pleasures of life (erotic love, food, drink, and salt, respectively). The Jaguar Warrior order was dedicated to Him, as was the city of Texcoco. Though considered a dangerous and capricious god, Tezcatlipoca was well honored by the Aztecs, who knew that darkness was vital to the function of the universe."
-From The Aztec Gateway
For more information about Tezcatlipoca, see some of the rituals involved in worshiping the god, or some of the myths about him. Besides that site, there is also plenty of information on Google! He's a jerk, is what he is. He takes the form of a black jaguar often, amongst others, in order to trick and test the hearts of men and women based on his own judgment of morality and bravery.
His goal is to bring about his own version of Judgment Day - and his standards are pretty high.
The original Tezcatlipoca split himself into four pieces because he was too powerful - into four different forms. Red, White, Blue...and Black. Black was what Valeriu was stuck with. Black, in constant war with the White Tezcatlipoca - also known as Quetzalcoatl. As a result, this Tezcatlipoca isn't all there, if you know what I mean.
Talk about family reunions. Aztec mythology never gets old on duplicity and betrayal.
Besides taking on the forms of a black jaguar (Tepeyollotl) and a "Jeweled Fowl" (Chalchiuhtotolin), his other common form was that of a stunningly handsome man. A man with a black and yellow striped tattoo going across the bridge of his nose. A man who, depending on his whim and who you talk to, always has a limb exchanged with an obsidian, smoking mirror. Sometimes it substitutes for his leg, sometimes in his chest, sometimes his back or arm - you get the drift. Usually it's his right leg, where the Monster, Tlaltecuhtli, a giant cayman, bit off his foot before getting turned into the earth.
But yeah, that mirror? Big trouble. The smoke isn't just for show. That's his main gimmick, that mirror. The smoke from that thing can confuse, enthrall, ensnare, seduce...and kill.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 5:17 pm
 Murphy's Law couldn't hold a candle to what ruled his fate. __________________________________________________________ He figured he must be going crazy or stuck in the midst of a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.
He was dodging, dashing, scrambling through hordes of pale specters, surrounded on all sides by the wandering dead as he madly sprinted from the work site to his home. His heart beat loud and fast, and he wondered if it was the only one beating on this entire street. Faces passed by him as he ran; faces of all races and ages, from all times, their hollow eyes boring into his as he fought to avoid even looking at them. His lungs were straining for oxygen, and the cold air bit and clawed at his throat, even as he pushed himself forward faster. Nerves singing in fear, he narrowly missed running through one of the phantoms. Almost there, almost…
And then he passed the antique store, and time seemed to stand still. He thought he saw a flash of something in the window where various mirrors and trinkets were presented, but then the cold came. It raced up his legs, paralyzing him in that split second, and the world darkened and spun until he thought he must have blacked out while still conscious. Everywhere was black, and cold, and then it disappeared as quickly as it came, and he was sent crashing to the ground mid-step.
“Dammit,” he swore, pushing himself up, knees stinging and scraped and hands in no better shape. “V’hat v’as that?” He didn’t get much of a chance to contemplate the surreal moment, though, as a shock of pain lanced up his back, and he fell forward again with a half-scream that was cut off as his throat seized up. It felt as if someone had stabbed a hooked knife at the bottom of his spine and was slowly ripping it back out, and his feet scrabbled to push himself back up in the face of the attack. A similar pain exploded in his head, and he truly blacked out this time.
When he came to, it was raining again. Just a light drizzle that flicked against his skin, dampening his hair, but enough to wake him. He gingerly sat up, thoughts coming back to him in a rush as he practically twisted around to make sure no ghost had attacked him. But no, they were still shambling along, ignoring the living person in their midst as if he didn’t even exist. Tentatively, he got to his feet, taking one last look around, testing to see whether the pain would come again if he moved. When it didn’t, he took off again, slowing to a jog as he came upon the steps up to his house with a sigh of heartfelt relief. It didn’t look like anything had tried to get in, yet, and he took the steps two at a time, digging the keys out from his pants pocket and letting himself in hurriedly.
The house was quiet, and undisturbed, and he could hear the faint gibbering of the babysitter coming from the kitchen as he moved down the hall. She paced restlessly back and forth in front of the high chair where Sydni sat, whispering harshly into her cell phone and free arm hugging herself tightly.
“Ghosts, Jessica, oh god ghosts, they’re everywhere, everywhere,” she cried, covering her mouth as she nearly broke down, “One walked right through the living room, I thought I was going to die.” Her eyes widened as the girl on the other end of the line spoke, “Monsters? In the Corridors? Turned to statues?”
He frowned, stepping into the kitchen then, clothes uncomfortably soaked with sweat and still panting slightly for breath from his desperate run. He moved towards Sydni to reassure himself that she was alright, utterly glad she looked as unperturbed as ever about this. He didn’t think he could handle a crying baby right now (not that he ever could). “Monsters? V’hat kind of monsters…?” he trailed off at the way she was looking at him, frowning in puzzlement.
Shock. Fear. Horror.
And then she screamed, she screamed holy hell, she screamed so loud the neighbors two blocks away must have thought the ghosts had finally started attacking.
“Don’t kill me, don’t kill me!” she pleaded, even as she chucked the phone at him. He ducked, startled, and the phone shattered to pieces against the wall behind him. She grabbed a kitchen knife, circling around him to the exit, and he backed away from her as things turned serious.
“V’hat ee’s wrong v’ee’th you?” he barked, standing protectively in front of Sydni. She didn’t answer, though, uttering one last wail before dropping the knife and rushing out the front door, out of sight. He heard her screams, though, echoing down the street, of monsters and demons and creatures of evil.
“Crazy v’oman,” he muttered, shaken and frowning, striding over to the front door and quickly shutting and locking it. He turned back to Sydni, and thought he glimpsed something in the corner of his eye; a flash of black almost immediately to his left. He whirled to look, but nothing was there. Cautiously, he took a few steps down the hallway, ears straining to hear if there was anything lurking, hiding, in wait. His common sense told him a ghost wouldn’t be able to make sound (since when did his common sense consider ghosts to be a reality?), but the paranoia kicked in anyway at that flash of something. He listened, and listened hard, and his body twitched when the house creaked. There was an itching at the top of his head at every sound, and nervously he reached up to run a hand through his hair.
With a startled yell his hand jerked back as he felt something up there. Panicking, he clawed and smacked and tore to get it off his head, but stopped when it hurt. Shakily, he gently touched the thing that was on his head, feeling it, and finding a second thing beside it that twitched when he brushed against it, something furry and he felt that twitch...His eyes noticed the black thing again, and slowly he turned his head to look back.
A tail. A long, sleek, black tail hung behind him; dark and shiny, and if one looked closely it had the pattern of even darker rosettes covering it.
He swallowed, feeling like his heart might simply explode with how tense he was, how fast the blood thudded in his ears, how sickening realization seemed to spin the room around dizzyingly. Rushing to the bathroom, he almost skidded across the tile flooring to crash against the walls of the bath tub and nearly banging his knees, staring in horror at his reflection in the mirror.
Triangular, rounded black cat ears with the same spotted pattern twitched atop his head.
His eyes, once a honey color he proudly sported from his mother’s gene pool, turned a frightening, bright red color, pupil widened in shock but still in an elliptical, slitted shape.
His canine teeth, usually small and only slightly pointed, now sharp and long. He dimly wondered how he hadn’t cut his tongue on them.
He sucked in a strangled breath that was not quite a gasp.
“V’hat the hell…?”
He knew he shouldn’t have gone to work today. ____________________________________________ Nothing had been the same since then. He could hear, see, smell, sense things he hadn't dreamed of before. He could move so quietly that nothing could hear him coming. He could balance on the smallest of purchase, jump higher, and lift bigger things. He wasn't human anymore. And he didn't know why.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 5:18 pm
 His was a small family, completely nuclear. Families like theirs couldn't support more than the barest amount of children, after all, let alone other relatives. Of course, there was Valeriu: the first-born son. Then there was Sydni: the family's daughter, their pride and joy, and Valeriu's reason to keep on going. She was born December 19, when he was nine years old - at first he didn't like the idea of a younger sister, but the second she turned those baby blues to him and smiled like that...he was hooked, line and sinker. Now he's her own personal body guard, mommy, and daddy. He doesn't carry her around with him as often, and has found a pretty reliable babysitter for when he's working (other than Tezcatlipoca, who is not so reliable). Missing in action are their parents: Andrei and Dana Jaklovszky. Both highly intelligent and hard workers, theirs was a match made in heaven. Andrei was the talkative socialite, and Dana was the quiet caregiver. Where he joked, she lectured. Where he advised, she taught. They instilled some pretty strong morals in Valeriu, especially to protect his sister like a big brother should; but they also kept him pretty sheltered. They prefered solitude amongst the neighborhood - no close family friends, and Dana home-schooled Valeriu and kept him close to home. Both Andrei and Dana worked in the higher tiers of the government - Valeriu never bothered to wonder what they did for a living, just as most kids don't bother to wonder if "Mama" and "Dad" have actual names. Dana went on maternity leave when Sydni came rolling along, but a few months later they both returned to the workforce together...and never came back. The Twins, aka Murphy and Seamus Carnegie, are slowly but surely worming their way into his family as the older brothers. He doesn't know much about them, other than that they're 27 years old (Murphy claims he's 25). They come from a relatively poor family, have three younger sisters and one older sister that they refuse to name (for it might draw her Evil Eye upon them). A zany pair of brunette and be-freckled brothers with a mischievous streak a mile wide, Valeriu has to deal with their tricky behavior every day at work. Out of the two, Murphy is the more outgoing, talkative one - and Seamus is his voice of reason. Sometimes.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 5:20 pm
 He hadn't met many other people like himself. Ciro: The kid in him still looks up to Ciro. The teen in him is ready to poke and prod the other man into some sort of action and get him out of his slump. Currently, they're official allies at the moment. Their gods are looking to have them learn from each other, and to wipe out the rest of the competition. Dead and gone. Persy: He was thankful that she told him what's been going on. She may have been stand-offish, but he thinks she's a good person. Who else would help a kid with cat ears and a creepy, dark, bad-touch god hanging off his shoulder? Anubis: He didn't know what to make of the guy that called all the godlings together, but he seems to be one of the leaders or referees of the Game. Jubs/Mercury: Makes Valeriu very uneasy. Determined to kill Mercury before the other godling's insanity drives him to do something not-smart. Killed. Koa: Vale doesn't know much about him yet - except he looks tough for a kid his age. Quinn: Friend, in the most antagonistic sense of the word. Sometimes-lover. Keahi: Valeriu doesn't even know his name, but he sure as hell didn't pull any punches when it came to trying to kill a younger Player. He pities the kid; he doesn't like being a bully, but the Game's the Game. Fish: Going to die if Vale has anything to say about it. Involved in Ciro's death, and personally insulted him. Keeya: A good girl. Might be fun to fight when she's older, but Vale's not going to pull his punches. Hopes the best for her, though he thinks it might be for her own good if she pulls out of the Game now. Tepin: Has really come to rely on her for support. He cares for her just as much as he cares for Sydni, and she's become just as important to him. Currently dating her. Madison:Tepin's mother. She's not ready to be the mom she has to be, but Vale hopes that will change. At the very least, he wants to make sure she and Tepin still have a bond. Writ:A good acquaintance. He seems like a pretty easy-going man, but Ciro hated him to the core. Demolition buddy and rally-rioter. Zyanya:He thinks she's a sweet girl. And has no clue about what she is. One of these days Tezcatlipoca will clue him in - if the god ever stops avoiding Valeriu's mind nowadays. Mixcoatl:Aztecs gods are insane. All of them. Every last one. Enjoyed the fight, and holding his own against a god - but did not so much enjoy the subsequent a**-kicking. Suspects Mixcoatl cheated. Not sure what to think about the man's protectiveness over Tepin, or what he really wants. Nathan:Quinn's father, and one of his parents' ex-coworkers. Thinks the man is pretty nice to pay for his surgery (even if he's a liar!), and wonders why he is avoiding his family. Faylen:Valeriu doesn't really like boy-children, but he feels some sense of sympathy for Faylen. Reminds him of him when he was younger. Seth:Valeriu was just minding his own business when the other godling attacked! So he acted in self-defense. And ate his heart. First Player he's killed. Izzy:Has heard about him from Tepin. Not sure if he approves of his adopted princess spending time with a little boy-child.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 5:21 pm
 They say when you take a picture of someone, you capture a bit of their soul in that picture. He hoped that was true; because these pictures were all he had left. If he didn't forget their faces, then he couldn't forget them. _________________________________________________________ Valeriu Carrying Sydni...In a Backpack (CALL CHILD PROTECTIVE SERVICES)Work Sucks...I KnowCasuality of War...The Paper Boy WarBabies Suck...I KnowAndrei and Dana...Parents MIAVale and Sydni...I AM NOT THE MOMMY!!Tall, Dark, and...Bloody? Fufufufu. heart Persy and Echo, Looking Pretty.OLD ART, BUT...MOAR PERSY. I DEMAND IT.Old Again, But Echo...! heart Ciro: Burn, Burn!Another Ciro For Tai!Older!Vale!Idea!Sketch!Crow, Being All Chill.You Have Got Some...Leaking, Going On There.Crossover!Sketch. What If Tezcatlipoca Were Replaced With A Different God...?No One Would Have Blamed Him.SEXY!CROW. 8D And Sorta Bloody.Little!Ciro Versus Little!Writ. This Will Not End Well. HEADSHOT.Admit It. You Would Make That Face Too If You Saw What He Has Seen. IT CANNOT BE UNSEEN.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 5:23 pm
 It's a journal, not a diary. And sometimes, everybody needs a place to put down their memories before they fade into oblivion. Sometimes, they're all that can keep a person sane, you know? You look back, you read, and you say, "Yeah...that was my life." Sometimes, memories are all we have left to ourselves. _________________________________________________ [Ciro] [Persy] [Gathering of Players][Jubs, Koa, Persy, Des] [Ciro II] [Quinn][Ciro III] [Quinn II] [Keahi] [Ciro IV] [Ciro, Quinn] [Ciro, Keeya, Fish][Quinn III] [Quinn IV] [Quinn V][Quinn VI] [Tepin] [Quinn, Tepin][Tepin II] [Madison] [Quinn VII][Quinn, Tepin II] [Tepin, Twins] [Tepin III][Writ] [Tepin IV] [Zyanya][Quinn VIII] [Quinn IX] [Tepin V][Writ II] [Tepin VI] [Tepin VII][Tepin VIII] [Tepin IX] [Tepin, Twins II][Tepin X] [Mix] [Nathan][Tepin XI] [Tepin XII] [Writ, Tepin, Quinn, Faylen][Tepin XIII] [Mercury] [Writ III][Quinn XX] [Seamus, Quinn] [Seamus, Quinn II][Quinn, Twins] [Quinn XXI] [Seth][Quinn, Faylen] [Quinn XXII] [Keeya][Tepin XIV] [Tepin XV] [Seamus, Quinn III][Tepin XVI] [Quinn XXIII] [Seamus, Tepin][Seamus, Quinn IV] [Seamus, Quinn V] [Murphy, Tepin][Quinn XXIV] [Tepin XVII] [Seamus, Nathan][Quinn, Jubs] [Tepin XVIII] [Writ IV][Zyanya II] [Quinn XXV] [Quinn XXVI]
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 5:24 pm
 He actually really hated counting. And numbers. The Savings Account is nice, because it just grows and grows, but his Budget isn't quite so nice. Maybe one day he can become an architect (or the Architect, for all he knew) - the only thing he'd have to count then is steel, meters and grams. ________________________________________ The Savings AccountI currently have.... 2,015.63 Points.I'm.... a Cultist. And a cannibal. Thanks, Tezcatlipoca.I've done... 72 RPs and 21 Solos.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 5:29 pm
"Vale" © TwixSchitz/Scroll
Official Art © Silverah
Endgame © Fallen_kitsune_thief, Ohmer, Silverah
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