Log: The Fourth
assessment by Father
Excerpt from Vier's logbook.
ㅤscattered across the worlds are ruins from the remnants of an ancient civilization,
ㅤfrom a forgotten era where humans thrived and monsters were trampled underneath,
ㅤhiding untold stories and enchanted artefacts from humankind's extirpated history.
—general knowledge of man-made ruins.
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Not one remembers the old days where joy roams the world. Chaos had swallowed peace whole and imprisoned order, taking ahold of authority.
Not one remembers the old days when humans stood at the top of the food chain. The predator who feared nothing and was feared by everything.
Not one remembers the life of humans of old. Their civilizations and technologies, some obliterated, all lost in forgotten history.
Not one remembers the turning point of the world. The catalyst which changed it all. And everything ... poofed.
Not one remembers any other world but one where one kills or be killed, where beings much, much stronger than humans hunt humanity to near extinction.
Not one remembers a world where surviving at all cost is not humanity's purpose, all the while abandoning humanity itself.
Despair keeps a tight rein of the heart, and it refuses to let go. Sorrow clouds the mind, fear blocks the judgment. And one day, humans will perish.
Humans are creatures of greed, of pride, of wrath, of gluttony, of envy, of sloth, of lust.
There are countless theories of how the world as we know it is overrun by monsters—beings hellbent on humanity's eradication.
A popular one, which I often read in few writings that father managed to obtain, is of humans' lust. Lust of power. So much that they dabbled into the unknown, inciting divine punishment for all.
Another is of humans' pride. Their vainglory as an unchallenged predator, as the strongest being in the world, for many, many years that they are unable to adapt and defeat new enemies before they are destroyed.
And then there is of humans' greed. To hoard all power and influence amongst selected few. To hold others in contempt, in disgust. Until it became their downfall.
Or might it be a case of vainglory and apathy?
Humans built a dam to keep all evil within, for with light there will always be darkness. But they had forgotten how they could not simply leave it alone.
That the water would fill it to the brim if not let out at times. That the material will break with age. That the pressure will overwhelm it. That they could not win against it all at the same time.
Instead of a trickle, it had become a roar that could not be stopped.
They came. From the sky. From the land. From the sea. And by then, humans had lost the war.
... Of course, all things mentioned above are not even secondhand knowledge. Who knows how many ears had it been through, how many mouths had spoken the tales, how many parchments had carried its words.
After all, can anyone truly know the truth of the past?
Monstrum. Monstri. Monster.
Neuter Noun. A portent. An unnatural thing or event regarded as omen or sign or portent. A divine messenger of catastrophe.
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Everyone + Sechs and Sieben
n. Father. He who gives care and protection.
| Name | ⬜️⬜️⬜️ |
| A.K.A | Father |
| Age | Undisclosed |
| Gender | Masculine |
| Race | Human |
| Expertise | ⬜️⬜️⬜️ Magic, Elemental Magic |
| Morality | Chaotic Evil |
One of they who survived in a hostile world, who fought back instead of being destroyed, who sought greater power to achieve his purpose at any cost.
A wielder of magic. Raised to protect, to fight, to kill.
The creator, the parent, the father of seven—and mayhap counting.
i. Ein. The eldest child and son, the custodian.
Ein—One—the eldest child and son to father, the one who has been with father the longest, the holder of authority after father.
Beings incapable of killing him will only contribute to the growth of his power. Quite literally.
Beware of his wrath on the slightest hint of a displeased sibling.
| Name | Ein |
| Also | Brother Ein |
| Age | |
| ㅤ | Eleven (11) |
| Gender | Masculine |
| Race | Humanoid Khimaira |
| Expertise | Elemental Magic, Alluring Voice |
| Morality | Neutral Good |
n. Father. He who gives care and protection.
Birth Name
[Blank]
Designation
Vier
Alias
The Fourth,
The Angel,
Mother Hen
Experiment Group
Four, of arkhangelos
Race
Humanoid khimaira;
type arkhangelos
sub-type ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️
Place of Creation
[Blank]
Status
Success
Alive — Active
Assimilation
100%
Defects
None
Control
100%
Loyalty
Father
Additional Note:
Subject Number Four (4) of the complete khimaira, henceforth denominated as vier, came from the arkhangelos group; rebirthed child with parts of a high-ranking angel called the archangel. Vier is the only child of the group who ended up fuctional and useful, whilst others became junks and disposable bloodthirsty mindless troops.
Vier showed a surprising number of her assimilation rate with the added parts of her using the half-broken unknown contraption [you-know-which]. The assimilation of the former human child and other foreign organic parts was oddly perfect, with Vier claiming that all her body parts are under her control.
It has been found that whilst she remained humanoid, the majority of her body's identity showed the greater similarities with the archangels. At the same time, the second creature's characteristics, which made her a humanoid chimera, could hardly be seen with naked eye. Which is fair, considering what it is and its characteristics.
From the moment of her birth, Vier recognized who had enabled her existence and therefore holds unquestionable loyalty towards me.
All in all, Vier's case is a succesful experiment. Further observation showed no sign of obvious defects, but the child shall be closely monitored.
| Age (Year) | |
| ㅤ | Three (3) |
| Body | Humanoid |
| Race | Khimaira |
| Gender | Feminine |
| Height | 5"2' (159 cm) |
| ㅤ | ± 22"12' (7 m) |
| Weight | ± 50 kg (110 lbs) |
| ㅤ | [Blank] |
| Anomaly | Rapid Growth |
| Scent | Vanilla |
| Weapon | Bow, Rapier, Dagger |
Description:
Vier was rebirthed as a feminine humanoid chimera. Akin to her siblings, their genders remained how it were when they were mere human children. The creatures' parts inside them seemed to show no influence in their humanoid form composition.
Vier appears no different from the child she was created from. Her locks remain brown and her irises are in the shade of green. Her siblings describe her as beautiful or charming. She, along with the others, showed an abnormal rate of growth, both in body and mind, from the moment of their awakening. However, it had stopped once they reached physical appearances resembling humans in mid twenties. It is still unclear whether there is any side effects. I will monitor them closely.
Additional Note:
As Vier is a part archangel, one way or another she was rebirthed with the ability to grow into an angel's form: a gargantuan mass of bow-wielding archer of light—heaven's executioners. The transformation is temporary and the shift is painful, as reported by Vier. It appears to have its own limitations and on first glance the advantage is not worth the repercussions. I am glad her sub-type is not equally domineering. Perhaps it is why those defects came from the others?
Additionally, even in her humanoid form, she is able to manifest a pair of light yellow feather wings. It appears quite normal in Vier's humanoid form, but eyes will sprout alongside it in her angel form. After rigorous practice, she no longer has any problem of taking flight with it. Wonder if I should get myself a pair. Flight magic is costly.
| Emotional Anchor | Me, Ein, Zwei, Drei, Funf, Sechs, Sieben |
| Maturity | Adult |
| Morality | Neutral Evil |
| Speaking Style | Diffuse, Ornate, Verbose |
Disposition:
Vier carries herself as a mature adult human—which is quite a surprising development, as she was rebirthed mute with little to no recollection of her previous life as a human. She projects herself as a calm person who has never lost her cool and generally seems to be friendly.
She has never shied away from social interactions, even though she does not actively seek it herself. She enjoys her time alone the most and more often than not she can be found taking a walk with no clear destination.
Vier shows the most affection whilst dealing with animals. She has once stated that fluff is life, a term she learnt from Drei, ever the bad influence. Aside from her interactions with us, that is the only time she shows her affectionate side.
Vier, as far as I know, owns two faces: one, the mother hen who fusses excessively over her siblings and I whenever she can; two, the superficial kind persona she displays towards outsiders, a term the children often use to refer to other humans.
She used to be much colder, awkward. She used to speak things quite as a matter of-fact and was prone to being misunderstood. She was brutally honest. Still is, but she picks her words more carefully now.
She has freely expressed her expressions more, feigned natheless. She has learnt to better falsify surprise and fear, but she has also learnt to read the air better and smile more. It was nothing compared to what she shows us still, but it can be seen as an improvement. She needs to learn how to blend in amongst society. Just in case.
Vier bothers not to put up her persona in front of those who has known her true self. It seems acquaintances who share similar line of work has incidentally seen her mask slip. Or maybe they had caught each other at a bad time. I trust Vier would have eliminated the source of potential trouble. If they are alive still, then they need not be concerned about.
Additional Note:
| Gesticulation |
|---|
| She tends to channel her anger through obliterating enemies. Or pacing, if she were not able to right away. |
| She likes to fist her clothes to hide her frustration or helplessness, or when she is unable to talk back but desires to. |
| She often links her fingers behind her back to conceal her anxiety. |
| She beams when she is experiencing joy and oftentimes vibrates in excitement. |
| Her curiosity can be seen with the initial wide eyes and feigned disinterest afterwards. |
No matter her appearance, she is but a hatchling. She once stated that if I were the law, she would have been a lawful good. I did not know she could joke.
And in their pursuit of
power humans are willing
to do everything.
Little Red Riding Hood
Little Red Riding Hood (1881) by Carl Larsson
MÄRCHEN
Based on this.
GESCHICHTE
Her first almost victim was her father. And she trembled in fear, bathing in his pool of blood.
As told by Vier + Observation.
| Likes | Dislikes |
|---|---|
| Father, siblings | Outsiders |
| Blade | Firearms |
| Silence | Crowds |
Per 25/04/2020.
Good Day.
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