Imperditus | Our final requiem | REVAMPED

• Name: Imperditus

• Race: Unknown

• Age: Unknown

• Height: 10'00" (304.8cm)

• Habits: Unknown

• Appearance: His hair is like a lion's mane, unruly and unkempt, a color of fiery crimson that reaches his waist. His body is lanky, almost elongated in a sense. The right upper-half of his torso and part of his neck is void-black along with his right arm, with the proportions of the clawed limb being abnormally longer, reaching the shin of his legs. His body is mostly an incandescent white, featuring properties similar to fire. His face is devoid of most physical characteristics, leaving only two cross-shaped eyes with cerulean rings and magenta/red "pupils" of identical shape. They have two left arms, both of which seem to be more in proportion to his body. There is also a hole in their chest, exposing a singularity-like heart. When in his "Golden Requiem" mode, his hair becomes golden alongside his right arm, with his eyes shifting to a gold hue. He also adorns a halo similar to an eclipse ring behind him, as well as streaks of gold throughout his body in intricate patterns. When in his "Ultimate Requiem's Finality over Heaven" form, also known as his perfected state, his hair becomes an iridescent platinum that floats upward, with his void arm becoming a fractal of immense power. He also loses the second left arm in this state, and the halo from his Golden Requiem form turns into an incandescent "golden ratio" ring. The hole in his chest also disappears, and his body becomes more refined and concentrated as compared to the Golden Requiem and base forms.

• Outfit: None

• Personality: Imperditus yields a simple yet calm personality and mind. He used to be a bit of a hothead, acting solely on his hatred... but he's managed to attain peace of mind. He may appear as cold and calculative, though that is just him being indifferent as usual.

• Powers and Abilities: His most prominent ability is Deathless immortality, essentially making him incapable of dying. Other abilities include being able to unleash invisible, slash-like projectiles when swinging his right arm, and control over calamities.

• Likes: Interacting with the wildlife of the Taisha region, paying respect to his friends daily, killing demons (He really, REALLY hates them), humans, people seeking to challenge him (which isn't to be mistaken with people who want him dead, though there are hardly any people who remember him for that), beautiful things; Think flowers, sculptures, and wildlife. He also likes the momentary silence the rainforest offers every now and then, as well as watching the sun rise and set.

• Dislikes: Humanity (He still holds a grudge against them, though he might be less hostile towards those who don't have violent intentions), Demons, unnecessary violence, poachers who seek for the rare and unique wildlife in the Taisha region, people of pure malice, libertines, and genuinely anything evil in general.

• Background: Before Imperditus, was Perditus. And before him, was Alexander. Alexander was born on Pandora (A planet similar to Earth, though with different and slightly larger land formations) during a blood eclipse in the year 2370, around when humanity as a whole was evolving to a more medieval era. It was at this time, that religion had also risen in popularity, and with religion.... comes superstition. There was a noticeably popular religion, known as the "Gospel of Divinity", which had a questionable strictness to their belief. They worshipped an entity known solely as "The Divine One", in which they represent the religious figure as a woman wreathed in blinding light. Those who were a part of the religion were fully devoted to the commitment to the point some seemed to be driven mad by how focused they have become. There were other lesser religions, such as "Infernalis", who worshipped a place called the "Underworld", where creatures named "Demons" inhabit it. It's supposedly a place wreathed in flames, in which the demons torment the unclean souls for eternity. At the time of his birth, only two religions existed. And one thing the two religions have in common is believing in supernatural events. Both religions spoke of an Omen being born on the day of an eclipse of blood, and surely enough... One was born. Only one child was born on that fateful day. And for that, the child was named Alexander. He was born with no obvious mark or feature, yet he was deemed an Omen nonetheless. His biological mother, Alexandra, was hunted the day after for merely giving birth to a supposed 'monster'. But she protected him with her very life, until she was sure they'd soon catch up and kill her firstborn. So, she hid him in a waterproof basket and placed him into a river, hoping that he would be safe in whoever guides them, whether it be a god or simply fate. She was later captured and hanged publicly in their village, assuming that the child drowned in the river or was eaten by the wild beasts. Yet.... he was still alive. Someway, somehow, he managed to survive the river. It was only a few days after the departure and death of his mother, that he happened to be found by a commoner, whose name was Kalila. She took him into her family, and raised him as if he were her own. Her husband, Raymond, questioned the origins of the child, in which she explained how she found the child drifting in the river when she was cleaning their clothes. To them, he was simply a normal boy who came from a weird place (aka the river), yet they believed they were meant to care for the child by some unknown force. Alexander was raised alongside their daughter, Harley, who was three at the time. Ten years pass, and Alexander has grown into a healthy boy who helps Raymond with the crops from time to time. Even though they were not his biological son, they cared for him deeply nonetheless. Of course, their lives weren't so easy, since the family were but merely commoners. Alexander would eventually grow fond of the village and their people, who were devoid of religion and judgement. Yet.... rumors of an Omen were still about and around, slowly creeping onto the village Alexander lived peacefully in. Ten more years pass, and he is now twenty years old. Kalila and Raymond decided it'd be time that he learned of his true origin. So one day, they had him over for dinner after a hard day's work at the field, and told him the truth. Alexander was a bit shocked, though he still considered them as family regardless of being from another mother. Even after learning the truth of his own self, he stayed with them. He continued helping with the crops, eventually becoming the owner of the field and making some profit from the yearly harvest. But soon enough, the mass influence of the "Gospel of Divinity" would make its way to the village of Gwyndale. And slowly, each of the village folks would become under the influence of the religion. Soon, those who were a part of the religion slowly devolved into cult-like behavior, yet Alexander kept his distance from the people who worshipped The Divine One. But fate is a cruel one. One day, while he was away and tending to the crops, word had spread that Kalila and Raymond were raising the supposed "Omen" who was meant to perish over twenty years ago. When Alexander came back, he found his home empty. And right at the center of the village, was his own family. Tied to wooden poles, already burned to death. And soon, he would be the next target of the worshippers of The Divine One, but something snapped within him. A primal, ravenous rage that pushed him to the brink of madness. One by one, each of the remaining villagers responsible for his family's death fell at his hands. He slaughtered them like animals, showing no remorse as his humanity is pushed to the limit. Only when the village fell silent, did he stop. He was the only one to stand at the center of the massacre. Yet, it was to no avail. The bloodshed would not bring back his family, the very people he held dearest to his heart. Soon, soldiers of Gaderian, ruled by the Elden Lord, Artorias Gwynn, had tracked the cult to the village. They were met with a grotesque visage that not even the most cruel of demons could leave, with corpses littering the roads and the village razed to the ground. They found Alexander drenched in blood on a nearby hill, kneeling before three graves as he wept in silence. Alexander was taken in as a prisoner, charged with mass slaughter. He stood before the Elden Lord himself, and received the punishment of thirty years in the dungeon. Artorias Gwynn could understand the reason behind the deaths, but it did not mean Alexander would be simply forgiven and freed. Ten years passed within the dungeon, and Alexander was given moderate care for a prisoner. He had a bed, three pairs of fresh clothes for him to wear, and three meals per day. Yet, corruption would always find its way into even the most beautiful and honorable places. Some of the guards would spit in his food, beat him up, and force him to follow their every order. In the twenty-sixth year of his punishment, a group of guards who devoted themselves to the Gospels of Divinity in secrecy, kidnapped Alexander and brought him to the docks. As they boarded a boat and eventually reached the middle of the ocean, that is when they enacted on the most cruel torturing on Alexander. First, they bound his arms with cuffs full of needles that would pierce down to the bone, with both cuffs being bound to anchors. Then, they gouged his eyes out, before forcing Alexander to eat them. They reveled in his cries of agony and pleas of mercy, watching him helplessly thrash around before continuing. Next, they cut his tongue off, then opened up his back and used spiked whips to nearly beat him to death. And before they discarded his body into the ocean, they skinned his face off... They passed it around as if it were some trophy, holding it up to their own faces as they mocked him for being an Omen. They left him to drown in the deepest depths of the sea, already making up a story of him escaping without a trace, should anyone ask of his whereabouts. Perditus had seemingly died in that very ocean, vowing absolute vengeance onto those who wronged him and his family. He was dragged into The Underworld shortly after his death, in which the demons would enact their cruel torture. But his vow had ignited something within him. A burning, all-consuming wrath that denied him of this pitiful fate. So he fought. He fought against all of Hell, from measly grunts to powerful devil kings. His wrath was so immense, that he had become the apex of the realm. Demons would plead for mercy, yet Alexander denied them peace or rest. Decades pass within The Underworld, and his name was forgotten, alongside his past as a human. Now, he was given the name "Perditus", for bringing only ruin and destruction wherever he wandered. During the year 3426, the sovereigns of The Underworld unanimously concluded that Perditus must be thrown out of their homeland and back into Pandora before he destroys the entire Underworld out of vengeful spite. And so, they did precisely that. Perditus ended up back on Pandora, in the year 3426. Perditus had been thrown into foreign land, which just so happened to be the Kingdom of Lyndell, a neighboring land of the former kingdom of Gaderian, now a country. Technology had advanced during his time in Hell, with the invention of guns, tanks... aviary, land, and aquatic vehicles, and more. But this didn't stop him from fulfilling his vow. Without any means of directive guidance, he wandered the familiar yet foreign land. Species he has never seen on the surface of Pandora, thriving alongside humanity. Demi-humans of vast variety, elven folk, dwarves, and so much more. It was as if Pandora had become something completely different. People were puzzled about his appearance, but they didn't fear him. Perditus was used to the demons fearing him, but this was different. They treated him as if he were anyone else. And that's when it hit him. If the world had truly changed over time... then that meant that those who killed him were likely dead already. And with his vow no longer able to be fulfilled, he didn't know what to do now. For so long, he only fought and endured Hell, literally. But being back on Pandora, with no purpose.... It was almost sorrowful. What was the point of even standing on this land, if his goal could never be achieved? The only thought that he could come up with was to return to where his family was buried. Days would pass as he trekked the long and perilous journey from Lyndell to Gaderian. He would meet kind folk who offered help in his journey ahead, as well as foes that would test his strength and endurance. In four months, he had arrived at what was once the small village of Gwyndale... now a thriving town full of various denizens. Most never questioned his sudden arrival, for they assumed he was part of the Hunter's Guild, which was an organization that hunted Rampant monsters or captured them for data. Eventually, he made it to the field where his family was buried, which was surprisingly untouched by the nearby civilization. Though barely recognizable by the effects of time and erosion, their graves were undeniably there. For forty days and forty nights, he remained on that hill like a statue. He wanted to give them a final goodbye, and thank them for raising him while they were still alive. When he was ready to depart, a young woman, likely in her mid-twenties, had stepped up to him. She introduced herself as Evangeline, a deaconess from a nearby church that serves under the Gospel of Divinity. The mere mention of that religion put him on edge, but something about her told him that she had no malicious intentions towards him. She had been observing Perditus for the past forty days and forty nights, and had been wanting to ask him about what he was doing. Perditus was hesitant, but decided to answer and tell her that he was staying by his family's side one more time before moving on. He explained how the town of Gwyndale was where he once lived in, a small village with kind folk... and the same place where his family was taken from him. Evangeline could understand his pain as he told her his story, feeling sympathy for the poor soul. She offered him shelter at her house until he knew what he would do with his life, in which he reluctantly accepted. It was a small house that stood between the city and the forest, where others from the church would pass by and sometimes ask for help. It felt almost unreal to Perditus... the idea of living a peaceful life after what had happened to him in the past. But there was always hope for the good. He'd help Evangeline every now and then, as well as accepting a job from a farmer named Ziven, in which he would tend to the crops and defend it from pesky animals and folk that would try to steal under his nose whenever he's away. Perditus also enrolled himself into the Hunter's Guild, finding his body and strength capable enough to provide assistance to the organization. A year passed, and he became well known in Gwyndale, and it seems like he could forget about his past. He's taken many jobs throughout his time in Gwyndale, from protector to bounty hunter. He put his skill and power to the fullest, all to feel human again. His relationship with Evangeline strengthened as time passed, their bond growing deeper. But history has a tendency of repeating itself. Perditus was given a task to hunt a powerful dragon that had been wreaking havoc on a distant village, so he accepted the quest and made his way. The village was already destroyed by the time he got there, with no sign of life left. Turns out, it was a trap set by a group from the Gospel of Divinity, who were certain that Perditus was the Omen the old scriptures had warned of. But Perditus wasn't the same mortal man anymore, he was stronger now. He fought against the cultists, and emerged victorious. But apparently, the dragon was actually real, as the colossal beast hurls a ball of searing fire at him and blows up the village. Perditus was given no other choice but to confront the dragon, which would result in one of the anchors being broken. But he won either way, taking a few days to rest before heading back to Gwyndale. But when he arrived, the town was in ruins. The buildings were razed and griefed, with not a single soul in sight. This set Perditus in panic, as he swiftly made his way to Evangeline's house. Upon arrival, the building too, was griefed. But she wasn't there. A moment of relief was given to him, before being interrupted by a group of soldiers. Without warning, they opened fire on Perditus with arcane rifles, but they were no match for Perditus. He was careful not to kill them, but he demanded to know what happened to Gwyndale. One of the men reluctantly answered and said that the town was to be seized and its people captured and taken to Lyndell. Perditus didn't waste his time, and ran as fast as he could to the country. Many guards tried to stop him, but it was to no avail as Perditus brute forced his way through the front gates. That's when he saw it: Several people, many of which he knew, hanged at the center of the kingdom with their insides harvested. But Evangeline wasn't there. Guards suddenly surrounded him from all sides, weapons drawn and aimed at Perditus as if he were a wild beast. The king of Lyndell, Fachnan, stood on the dais, his regal appearance demanding attention. Perditus demanded to know where Evangeline was, to which Fachnan responded, and I quote: "That sweet damsel? Oh, I made sure I had fun with her... made sure everyone had their fun. But she's dead now, so no need to worry about her". This sent Perditus in a seething rage, but he was vastly outnumbered by the heavily equipped guards. But he endured and pushed himself as far as he could, to the point that he lost the other anchor too. Now, the thing about the anchors was that they weren't turned into weapons upon his rebirth into Hell... They were the very thing weighing down the curse of The Omen, which had been dormant since his arrival to Hell long ago. Losing both anchors caused him to enter a manic berserk state, transforming him into the very monster the Gospel of Divinity had been warning about all along. And Perditus wreaked absolute destruction upon the kingdom of Lyndell, wreathing it in frenzied flames. When the arm of men were slaughtered and the king at his mercy, he abandoned morality. So, he did what no other dared to do. He killed King Fachnan, and brought his land to ruins. The brief memory of Evangeline was the only thing that stopped him, as he frantically searched the ruins of the city for any remnants of her. But there was nothing. No matter how long he searched, Perditus could never find her body. His sorrow began to consume him, leaving an aching void in his heart. All this effort, trying to start anew... only for it to fail. Perhaps he was never meant to be human again. Maybe he was always cursed to be a horrid beast. He stood at the center of the Kingdom in silence, unmoving as he drowned in his emotions. Three days would pass, and word of the Kingdom of Lyndell being destroyed spread like a wildfire. Perditus' destruction had caught the attention of everyone, including the current ruler of Gaderian, Godwine. On the seventh day, the forces of Gaderian and neighboring countries, even including the demons and their sovereigns of the Underworld, had united as one. They all saw a common threat; Perditus. And Perditus stood his ground despite the world uniting against him. His hatred and sorrow began to engulf his mind, as he slowly lost his humanity. It was a long, grueling battle that many lost their lives in. But it was Perditus, who was losing the most. His humanity, his sanity, his reason to keep living... his very vow, fading. The fear of the unknown clinged onto him... for what fate would be given to someone banished from Hell, and with no worthiness to enter Heaven? He couldn't accept death, even when he was losing himself in this battle. He kept fighting even as he lost his right arm, raw energy spraying out like blood. It was at that moment, when Perditus was at Death's door, everything that made him human abandoned for the sake of fulfilling his vow.... The world had backed him into a corner, unable to escape or win. But his unwavering vow to bring vengeance for his family and Evangeline was what kept him going. The battle went on for days, and it seemed that Perditus simply wouldn't die, and thus... the opposing nations had no choice but to withdraw from the war, as they lost too many men and women for the sake of bringing down one man. So, Perditus was left to slowly rot in the barren battlefield... in hopes that he would die from his wounds. But he still lived, whether it be by sheer luck or fate pulling strings to keep him alive. Perditus would eventually meet Anima, a demigoddess born from souls who were abandoned to rot in the void- souls that neither reached Heaven or Hell. She was constantly neglected by the other deities, prompting her to flee to Pandora. He would also meet Artorias Gwynn once more, for he has been betrayed by his own nation and was thought to be dead... only to be fueled by the god of Frenzied Flames. Armaros would be another individual Perditus encounters during his trek across Pandora; An archangel who too, was betrayed by his own brethren as they dragged him out of heaven... becoming a fallen angel who hunted demons and other fallen angels walking on Pandora's land. As technology further advanced, they eventually met Aristotle Null in the year 4258, who they learned was an abandoned ai who was meant to help humanity keep Pandora habitable... before being scrapped as the company in charge of funding the project became greedy and veered towards more profitable ideas. They were truly a group of misfits, for they didn't belong in this world anymore. But even the world changed around them, they endured the hardships thrown at them. Bounties would be placed onto them, old foes would seemingly return, and more. By the year 4270, the world had seemingly turned against them, as they were met with new faces in search of their demise every day. The constant hunts and attempted assassinations slowly turned into an all-out war, repeating the events from the year 4329 once more. But this time, Perditus wasn't alone. Perditus and his companions would fight to their fullest, enduring six months of nonstop war. But fate was a cruel one... as they fell one by one. First it was Armaros, who managed to buy the rest of the group enough time to flee. Then Artorias, who went out in a blaze of frenzied glory against the mightiest of Lyndell, who he dragged into the embrace of death. Aristotle Null was next, but he used their final moment to purge a third of Pandora's technology, giving Anima and Perditus more time to reciprocate. Only two of the five remained, and they hid from civilization for nine months. It was later revealed that Anima had been carrying life within her (aka she was pregnant), which she had been trying to conceal for the time they've been together. She mentioned it being both a curse and a blessing, as she cared for the child deeply despite it eating away at her life. It was in the year 4272, that Perditus' life met at the end of the road. The world had launched another all-out attack on Perditus and Anima, catching them off guard. It wasn't a battle they could win, as they unleashed everything that they could. But Perditus' strength was no match for humanity's indomitable spirit... as Anima would perish during the war. This sent Perditus into an all-consuming rage that would lead to the destruction of the Taisha rainforest. After decades upon decades, he slowly became something more than a mere man with a burning rage. He had a direct confrontation with the god of the universe during the final days of the war against himself, and took their heart with brute force, becoming the new source of his already immense power. Perditus became tired of being forced into a life of constant suffering, and decided to take the heart of none other than the creator themselves in an act of pure spite. After constantly fighting armies and gods, Perditus eventually became a living calamity. Anything that would pursue Perditus, whether it be accidental or on purpose... would be met with great misfortune and disastrous "Accidents" onto those who attack, pursue, or even think or have a strong intent or curiosity towards Perditus. Those affected by this effect would trigger a chain of escalating, near-impossible events that harm the pursuer. Such a reality-breaking ability has made Perditus absolutely unstoppable no matter who he faced. And with each god he kills, he only grew stronger in power. Not only did he obtain the ability to attract calamities onto his pursuers, he has obtained lightspeed precision, the ability to stop time indefinitely, obtain Deathless Immortality, and the ability to subconsciously rewrite the laws of reality and physics to become impervious to attacks that could kill even the likes of base-level immortal beings, as well as his now indestructible anchors being imbued with the ability to negate and nullify any and all phenomena, essentially making them a "guaranteed hit" weapon that ignores barriers, immortality, and magic entirely. Although his body has been capable of taking some damage, there is no Death for a man who denies his own death by sheer will and pure hatred. Not even Death itself wants to embrace Perditus, and has denied Perditus the relieving peace of resting in its embrace. He abandoned his identity as Perditus.... as well as his physical body. With the heart of The Creator, he managed to surpass his burdened limits, transcending into godlike power. He would go by the name of "Imperditus", who would go out to seek vengeance on those who made his life a misery. He would grow stronger by each day, before a state of "absolute perfection" in the year 4300. Nothing could dare challenge him now, as he eventually settled in the ruins of the Taisha rainforest. Every day, he would visit the shell of Perditus- the Omen he once was- and pay respect to his fallen friends whom he buried before his shell. The world would come to forget Imperditus, treating him as a mere myth made by the people of yore. But there are few people who dare travel to the Taisha rainforest, whether it would be to prove their bravery, or to seek if the tales of Imperditus were true. And fewer ever made it out of the rainforest by unknown causes. Now in the year 4320, ruins of Taisha serve as his home, living in solitude alongside the unique wildlife that still remained.

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