#Beacon (Viahar Soul)

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One bonus of being an interdimensional being is grossly misusing human slang on purpose and watching my team cry inside. The other day I pointed at a piece of artwork, looked them right in the eyes and went 'man, is that bae or what?' and the look on their faces was something I'll treasure for years.

Beacon at some point probably

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The Prince and The Princess

Shadow Weaver had felt her presence from the moment she'd followed them through the rift, piggybacking a lift to an unfamiliar world for god only knew what reason. He'd not mentioned anything to the team, of course. He'd wanted to see what this life form was, and what it would do. He did not believe it was dangerous. He did not believe it would cause harm. He believed it would leave the tower and go try and explore the world at large, and if it did that, yes he would try to intervene, if only because he remembered how scary it had been without a guide in this strange place. As far as he could tell, however, their stowaway hadn't just left. She had concealed herself within the darkness and went into hiding around the building, somehow avoiding contact with the others despite not having Weaver's keen senses. Still, he kept silent, presuming the creature that came back with them was frightened, not trusting of them yet, afraid to approach them. He stayed silent as she hid herself away, and never offered any explanation for mysteriously moved objects or the food that disappeared from the fridge (usually a meat product of some variety, he noted) or anything else that might go missing, usually clothes belonging to one of the girls, though Zhen's clothes had disappeared once or twice. Weaver supposed it was because he was small, so his clothes might fit the girl better than Whisper's or Shard's. He wasn't sure, he didn't exactly know any of their measurements. He didn't really know his own measurements either. It was night when he finally confronted the girl, and even then, it wasn't on purpose. He'd had another restless night, and eventually decided to give up on sleep and wander down to the living room, where he caught the girl sprawled out on the sofa, looking through a magazine. The girl, he vaguely remembered, had been the nurse treating Hex back in Death Valley when he'd been stupid enough to play with ataxi flowers and other extremely toxic things. The girl, indeed wearing a mismatched selection of 'borrowed' clothes, was too enraptured in her read to notice him, so he was able to get quite close before clearing his throat. The girl gasped and swung round to face him, the strange, insect-like appendages on her back coming forward like a form of protection or a threat. She wasn't fully shadow meister then, because no-one else had those nasty, hairy, hook-ended legs growing from the base of their spine. Tarquin blinked at her response and held out his hands to show he meant no harm. "You know, miss, you don't have to hide like that." The girl glared at him. "Like what?" She asked after a moment. "Keeping to the shadows, stealing, sleeping in the laundry hamper..." Slowly, she stood and looked him over curiously. "I...am fine with this arrangement." "Why?" "Stealth is an important skill very much worth honing." Well, he couldn't argue with that. "Why did you come here?" "...Curiosity." He gestured for her to continue, and she looked away huffily. "I wanted to know what about this world was so alluring that the heirs to the throne would willingly leave everything they had to come here. So far, I have not seen it." "You have not explored anything. You have been cooped up in this tower, reading pornographic magazines." With a frown, Tarquin reached forward to pull the magazine from her grip. She moved to hold it away from him, and he manipulated his shadows to grab it instead. "You...should not be looking at this. This...is...where did you get this?" It was definitely a dirty magazine. Glossy and full of naked women in risque positions. "It was hidden under a bed." "...Don't dig under peoples' beds." He assumed the thing belonged to Hex. Lovely. "Why are you reading it?" "I wish to learn about human biology. I am a healer by nature. I need to understand how a human's body is built if I ever wish to help the injured in this world." "This is not a biology book." "But it shows me physical differences between my body and the body of a human female." "...I can get you an actual biology book if you would like." "I cannot read it." Tarquin heaved a sigh and dropped the magazine on the floor, pushing it under the sofa with his foot. God forbid someone innocent like Crayon should ever see that. "Who are you?" "The head nurse of the palace. And who are you to demand answers of me?" He held up his hand, showing the ring on his middle finger. "Tarquin Soul, soon to be crowned king of the valley." The girl raised an eyebrow. "You are the absconded prince? A shame. I thought you would be more impressive." "Life in this world has not been good for my health." "Obviously." She stretched out with a sigh. "You honour your human name." "It is a nice name." "It seems strange. I never heard anyone other than Father's first wife refer to you by human names." Tarquin didn't feel surprised by that. He glanced down at the ring on the girl's finger, similar to the ones on his own. "We were supposed to come back for you..." "Excuse me?" "...Nothing. Life in the valley-" "Would be unbearable for a feldarhl. For me, I saw nothing wrong with it, but I can understand why someone like you would want to leave." She looked around again. "But, as you have returned, as you have promised to take the throne now Father is dead, I have no reason to remain. I am no longer the heir, and the people of our home are no longer dying of plague. I wish to broaden my horizons. Find a new level of strength. Meet other creatures and make friends. I did not have friends back in the valley." That made sense. Tarquin remembered he never was allowed to interact with other children. He wasn't really supposed to interact with his brother, either. "You should speak to people, princess, not hide from them." "I did not trust you not to harm me." "I am your brother." "I have never interacted with you before. A blood bond is not a promise to keep me from harm." Tarquin thought about Hex and Astral. About the damage to Hex's eye after his elder sister had kidnapped him. About times his own brother had caused him pain. About stories he had heard from other heroes. It was true. A blood bond was not a promise to do no harm. "The others have noticed your presence, though...you cannot hide forever. Are you afraid of my friends?" "I do not know what they are like or what they are capable of." "Then I can promise to protect you from harm." The girl regarded him strangely. "You are very feeling for someone from the valley." "I know. I've been told." He offered his hand out to her with a smile. "You can still work on your stealth, but allowing yourself to socialise will help you further your other goals, won't it?" "It will." She agreed with a nod. "So I do not see the harm in it." Being used to the more feeling type, his little sister seemed strange to him. There was a seven year age gap between them, which made her closer to Crayon's age than his own. The comparison of their behaviour was a strange one. He decided he would have to regulate what reading materials his little sister had access to from now on.

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Side Swapper Introduction: Shadow Weaver

Introduction Name: Daesii Ta’arkin Soelle Also Known As: Tarquin Soul (originally by Cynthia, later his human world alias and preferred name), Tarq Age: 17 Birthday: January 28th Species: Hybrid. Half shadow meister, half feldarhl Blood Type: Unknown Astrological Sign: Aquarius Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Past/Bio: Tarquin was born as the second son of Crothe, king of a dimension named Death Valley, and his second wife. The two were forced to marry and produce a child by the kingdom's council, in an attempt to strengthen the meister species as it suffered from plague. As he was an unwanted child, he sometimes found it difficult to bond with his parents, and bonded better with his father and his brother's mother than he did his own mother, though this was likely primarily due to the fact that the valley was having an extreme negative impact on his mother's mental state. Having the ability to sense life and death, and considering the poor state of his kingdom, Tarquin also found life in the valley to be emotionally damaging to him, despite the fact that he knew nothing else. Being royalty in a time of unrest, Tarquin and his family were targets of abduction and assassination attempts, and when the culprits were caught they were often tortured for information and then executed publicly, things Tarquin either witnessed first hand or was aware of anyway due to his sensory abilities. As he ended up being susceptible to the plague sweeping his home dimension, Tarquin was often kept isolated, only allowed to see his tutor and parents at set times of the day, though his elder brother often broke isolation to see him. When he was seven, his older brother told him about the stories his human mother had told him of her home, and how it sounded like a paradise, and how shadow meisters could open rifts to that world. Okolio, the elder brother, took Tarquin to this world to start a new life, as both of them found the valley to be a disturbing and scary place. Earth honestly wasn't that much better for them, being a loud, bright and confusing place with overwhelming sensory input, and, being children, they clearly hadn't thought things through and had to go from living in a palace as royalty to trying to survive on the streets. Eventually, their behaviour on the streets and their abnormal appearances had them catching the attention of others, specifically three other super powered youths, around the age of Okolio. Two of these three teenagers, Nolan and Edward, wanted to become vigilante heroes for reasons Tarquin never really understood, and convinced the other three boys to join them in their dumb hero work. The team even was vaguely successful, for a group of stupid kids playing hero. They did actually stop a few crimes here and there. This all ended when a pro hero by the name of Greenfield slaughtered Okolio during one of the kids' 'missions'. Unable to do anything but bear witness to the murder, Tarquin began to think about tracking down the man who killed his brother and getting revenge. The others in his team were unable to get him to come away from this new obsession, and the team as a whole began to come apart at the seams. Eventually, during a particularly nasty argument, Tarquin lost control of his powers, causing severe injury to the self-appointed team leader, Edward. He later died from his injuries, and Tarquin fled. He later joined a school claiming to aid those with powers, hoping to learn to control them. This is where he had his first encounter with the heroes, who had infiltrated the school after a tip off that the school was actually a cover for a group wishing to capture subjects for experimentation, similar to if not the same as the facilities that held Luca or Ruby Dagger. Tarquin himself never learnt their plans, and wasn't at all interested in the deeper secrets of the organisation. He was just there to learn to control his powers. When the chaos kicked off, rather than lend anyone a hand, he used his powers to make a getaway. From that point on, his clashes with the heroes tended to be as a result of him causing trouble, either due to poor power control, committing crimes to survive or as part of his drive to track down Greenfield. Plus, he just now generally had a petty dislike of heroes, so he liked causing them trouble. When he finally did manage to track down his brother's killer, he found himself very ill equip to deal with him or take him down, and came away from the resulting fight badly injured. In moments, it seemed like everything had changed, as Greenfield put a bounty on his head in the underworld and he found himself being hunted. Injured, starving and scared, with nowhere to turn to, in desperation he fled to Circle Headquarters to beg for help. Being good people at their core, the heroes agreed to help him. In time, he agreed to help save others again, and was drafted into a new hero team, where the other heroes on his team could watch over him and make sure he behaves. About Him/Her Personality: Tarquin is a quiet person who finds it difficult to trust others. He wants to see the good in people, but is so used to people baring their worst that it is difficult to see past that. He has low self-esteem due to his poor health and lack of control, and never truly learnt how to deal with his emotions. His powers make him quite sensitive and he finds he is easily upset. Regardless of this, due to his shy nature and lack of trust towards others, Tarquin prefers not to burden others with his concerns or worries, and tries to keep himself to himself. He finds himself often thinking along one train of thought in an almost obsessive nature, and struggles to change focus. Occupation: Hero, crown prince of Death Valley Likes: Shiny things The dark Picture books Plants and animals Photographs and the memories they hold Dislikes: Greasy food Loud and chaotic environments People who try and pry into his personal life Sweet food and smells Himself, probably Hobbies: Sightseeing, learning new things Fears: Death, mostly. Also one time Nolan showed him what Pokemon are. He finds them terrifying and is glad they are only fictional. Due to all the death he sensed at hospitals in his home dimension, he also finds being in and around medical buildings and rooms makes him very uncomfortable. Strength: Tarquin knows his limits well and knows when he can and cannot push himself. His sensory abilities help with stealth and allow him to avoid detection. Weakness: Tends not to mention important information, such as dietary requirements, which leads to his poor health. His inability to trust others causes problems of its own, as does his obsessive personality. He also has poor control over his own powers, which can easily cause him to accidentally harm his own allies. Talents: Tarquin isn't sure what his individual talents are. He's sure everyone has a talent or two, but no-one's ever called him talented for anything involving not using his powers. Appearance Height: 6'3 Cup Size: N/A Skin Tone: Powder blue Eye Color: Blue Hair Description: - Color: Black - Highlights: N/A - Length: Shoulder length - Style: Shaggy, unkempt - Worn: Loose Extra: - Scars: Tarquin's scars are mostly across his arms and torso, and so are most commonly covered by clothing. - Piercings: Nasal stud on the left side. - Tattoos: N/A - Facial Features: As a carnivore, his teeth are very different to those of a human. If they were to be compared to an animal, they would be most like those of a feline. - Scent: Well, his breath probably smells a bit vomity...otherwise I don't normally think about what my characters might smell like. Whatever the others wash his clothes in and whatever body washes are available, tbh, he doesn't care. Then again, tea tree and mint shampoo has a really nice smell to it in his opinion, so maybe that. - Other: Underweight, black claw-like nails. Relationships Father: Crothe Mother: Noth Siblings: An older half-brother named Okolio, and a younger half-sister named Viahar Relatives: Step-mothers Cynthia and Han-Linn Best Friends: Unsure. He supposes he would consider Whisper and Hex to be his closest friends at the moment. He also is very fond of Persephone. Friends: The other members of his team, certainly. Love Interest: Whisper, Persephone (formerly), Lolyo (formerly) Hero Information Code/Hero Name: Shadow Weaver Place of Origin: Death Valley, Shadow Dimension Residence: Australia Affiliations:  Teen Titans, Circle, Hellwing Academy Team Mates: Whisper, Hex, Crayon, Zhen, Astral, Shard, Beacon, Luca (current team) Leo, Lolyo, Demon, Edward (Old team) Mentors: Potentially the members of his previous team would count, as well as the members of his current team. Allies: Circle and Squad. His allies as a villain are probably all gone now. Enemies: The main one is probably Greenfield. He's also pretty sure Nolan has been manipulating him for ages and he's also just made loads of enemies in general. Powers and Abilities: Flight, shadow manipulation, electrokinesis, the ability to open rifts between worlds and the ability to sense lifeforms, but not identify them - for instance, he could tell you a building is occupied, but not if it's occupied by people or vermin. His ability to sense life also doubles as an ability to sense the moment of death. Weapons: None Transportation: Prefers to travel on foot or via his powers, but will travel by vehicles if he must. Extra Information Quotes: "I can't trust them not to hurt you...that's the problem." "We don't need subtle!" Theme Song: Never Turn Back - Crush 40 Food: Beef, beef is good Drink: Plain water Color: Baby blue Animal: Birds Flower: Imperial Hysen, a flower native to his home world. They are a rare, large plant that grow few and far between. Their leaves are small, and of a very pale green colour, and the flowers that grow are large and can come in dark pink or powder blue with layered petals. Season: Spring