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Character: Hokh'Ton Karakael z Karakit ne Karun
Series/Source Material: The Inquest
Gender: Male
Age: Complicated. (Estimated at about 10,000 years)

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General Info: Karakael is a former Inquestor from a series of books by the same name. Important qualities of note would be his rather horrific backstory (which he prefers not to speak about), his history as a 'bad guy', and his current occupation as a chronicler for the thinkhive of Uran S'Varek. He tends to wear masks in public, as a result of the burn and graft scars on his face.

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Excerpts from Notes, date [untranslated]
Karakael, Uran S'Varek, Eldoran Karass (Edge City)

They...they are recolonizing Karun. It has lain barren for centuries, eons in fact. Yet now...now a small, sweet little society is growing as if nothing important happened there.

It is foolish of me to be so shocked at this. Its been over a millennia, there is no sign that the world was ever inhabited, much less that that it held a society with teeming billions. If this young people wish to find a home there, there is no reason for them not to. There is no reason for me to hold such a grudge against the place, to wish for it to remain barren for eternity. Yet...I had always expected it to do exactly that.

The irony, I suppose, is that I am one of the main deities of the people who are settling on my former homeworld. Of course, they are unaware of it - my name has been simplified to "The Masked Corruption" and my origin is suitably god-like. (The most recent version I heard involved my being one of the Million demons created when the Planet-God Chaos forced himself upon The First Mother. Pleasant.) I wonder if they would have chosen to live on Karun had they known it was once my domain? Perhaps they would simply sacrifice more children and think themselves brave for going against one of their Gods wishes.

Tch. I am growing to old and cynical for this. If they desire my home, let them have it. I hope they have more luck on it than I.

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Well, that was interesting. Spending a week as a male courtesan-in-training on some colony world was not how I intended to spend this vacation. I wonder, does the community enjoy reminding me of that bit of my past? This was certainly more enjoyable than the last community-prompted horrormemory, yet I would prefer a few months of peace.
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Valentines thoughtsCollapse )

A Shadow of a Shadow's Shadow is...what?
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Former Hokh'Ton Karakael z Karakit Karun was no stranger to waking up in strange and sometime fantastical places. Waking up with a pounding headache, however, was quite unusual.

"Damn!" He swore, coughing more of the fog out of his lungs. It stung his eyes as it made its way out of the mask that had been attached to his face while he slept. Hesitantly he ran his fingers over the second face, already dreading what he knew he would find. A gold mask, one with blue tears streaming down the face.

He had found himself in the past yet again. A glance confirmed a familiar setting; his ancient home, turned translucent and ethereal. It was based more on memories than fact, a construction that the former Inquestor psyche and 'repressed' memories. A community member had once forced him to come here to 'face his worst fear' and since then he had relived the journey countless times in his nightmares. It was not a pleasant memory.

"Shall we repeat this process yet again?" He asked the world at large. He stood slowly, dusting off his hands and dodging a running child-ghost with practiced ease.
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Karakael stood on the edge of the Void, staring into a private vision of the future. Wisps of color escaped, momentarily dancing on the edge of darkness before dissipating back into the Overcosm. The masked Inquestor paused a few moments longer, attempting to understand the riots of hue that represented his galaxies dreams of the future, before finally turning back to his waiting audience.

"Something is coming." He said to the waiting childsoldier. "Return the children back to stasis. There is something wrong with the Overcosm."

Tash nodded once, then stepped back on to a displacement plate, transporting him instantly back to the palace. Karakael walked the remaining distance, brooding over the strange currents the future had gained. He barely noticed as yellow fumes began to rise around him. Only when it began to cloud his eyes did he look up, surprised at the change in an environment that normally bowed only to his whims.

"Fog?" The first breath of fumes sent him coughing into the arm of his shimmercloak. It was twitching in agitation, shrinking back from the noxious yellow substance, drawing closer to its master in fear.

Karakael stumbled onto a displacement plate, shocked that the change had come about so suddenly. But this time he was alert, and caught the first hint of the tug. Something - or someone - was pulling him back into the past.

He whispered, more to himself than his frightened pet - "This cannot be good."
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((ooc: Posting this now, with the knowledge that the scenes referenced will be elaborated upon later.))

A young man walks by, humming under his breath, his head buried in the sheaf of music clutched in his hand. Yet the memories, when the come, are not of that man a thousand years dead, images blurred by time an guilt, but rather the clear, pristine lies the community has spun for its game. Fifteen years of memories wrapped up in a single, true name: Elloran.

He, the watcher, will feel guilt later, when he revisits these addicting lies. He can wish his relationship with the younger man could have been so simple - even as the lies blur with reality and he mentally chronicles his true journey from mentor to friend. Would that his life were so simple, composed of Latin and History and a scholarly passion for tragedy. Would that the boy-turned-man before him remain forever locked in that moment of concentration, not yet realizing that he lived a lie. Let his innocence last.

How many dreams had been indirectly filled by this seemingly simple virus? Home, family, career - easy enough to achieve in such an 'alternate universe' yet nigh impossible in the twisted reality they called home. And what of harder wishes? Love, certanty, purpose...and harder still, that innocent simplicity that steals away the depth and distrust their respective pasts force upon them. To live so close to 'happy', with friends and family, lovers and ironically perfect careers, and for once to have a beautifully certain purpose...how cruel it is, then, when the musician glances up and catches the Latin teachers eye and - in an instant - the virus is broken.

Time tears them apart, leaving behind only expressions and memories - expressions that will be branded in memories for years to come. From one there is confusion as a friend transforms into a scarred monster, impossibly alien, ancient and weathered, yet impossibly familiar. From the other the overwhelming pain of realization and acceptance of the pain that he is just beginning to realize. The expressions fade with the disappearing faces, leaving only the memories. <i>Memory</i>Collapse )

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He loved her for that very reason; she had never flinched.Collapse )

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