«THE TRUTH» [0-1+ Event NPC]

«THE BASICS»

Name: Currently known as The Truth, though it's unknown if that's his original name. Also known as "The World", "The Universe", "God" (Although he makes clear that he is not God, that is just a name the Humans gave him.) His original name is Veronis Kolyak, and he may choose to either use or answer to that name at times.

Age: Is thought to be ageless. He says that he came into existence when All Things came into existence. However, he does not claim exactly when that is. Instead, he would surmise that his true consciousness has been in existence for approximately 15-16 billion years, much like his 'brother', Touketsu.

Gender: For all intents and purposes, The Truth is male and will be referred to as such. It isn't known if this is because he chose this gender, or if its because he was created this way, but it stands as such.

Alignment: Despite the Angels themselves only being "Good", Truth himself is "Lawful Neutral", preferring to take a back seat and watch the world's goings-on. As time passes, he will slowly evolve into "Neutral Good".

Affiliations: Himself, The Root, The Seven

Occupation: Guardian of The Root

«PHYSICAL TRAITS»

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 62kg
Hair Color: White
Hair Length: Past Waist
Eye Color: White

«PERSONALITY TRAITS»

To look at The Truth, we must look at him rather objectively. He is, in definition, a being who knows and understands everything that was, is and will ever be. For that matter, he should be completely and totally mad. And he is, but he's become so mad over the entire length of his existence that he's returned himself to a complete state of sanity. For this reason, Truth can be seen as one of the most calm and collected beings that one will ever meet, and it can often be disquieting for some. When one first meets Truth, they are met with a severely disquieting calm. Unlike a lot of calmness, where one may find solace within it's confines, if you are unknown to Truth, and you do not know him, then the calmness that he holds can be rather scary, to a point. The man will be standing there, quiet and calm, staring carefully into a space in front of him, or around you, and you begin to wonder: 'what is he thinking?'

Sadly, even Truth rarely knows exactly what's on his mind. Even if he's appearing to have his mind completely under control, Truth is usually thinking about several different factors of his life at once; and trying to bring them all together in his mind. However, this calmness of his is his way of staying strong for those around him, and he wouldn't get rid of it for the world. Even under this calmness, he will always have a smile on his face; be it kind, calm, or confident, and his eyes will always have that glitter of benevolence to them: could this man ever hurt a fly? Is he even really this omniscient being?

He has a strange interest in humanity and its changelings above all else. Although there are many other interesting and frightful races in the galaxy, universe and existence itself, Truth has found himself drawn to Earth more and more, over and over again, watching this race with so much variability live on this planet. Most races don't seem to vary much, but humans are just so adaptable and strange, that he's taken a liking to the planet. And because of this, he also chooses to protect it. Although his main goal is protection of the root itself, he knows that it's manifested itself in a being that is more than capable of protecting herself if necessary. So instead, he focusses somewhat on humanity itself, protecting it from those that would rather destroy it than let it thrive. He doesn't know exactly what the future holds for them, but would rather see a promising future for a promising race, more than anything else.

He generally takes a stance of non-interference, unless events have driven him to do as such. That's his main reason for the creation of his human bodies, as they allow him to surreptitiously scout the planet and find out exactly what's going on. He was there, watching as London fell. Every fibre of his being cried out, wanting to help save that city. He knew, however, that it would not work. Although Truth does not have a distinct knowledge of the timeline, he knows a fixed point in time when he sees one. And it breaks his heart, every time.

«ANGEL POWERS»

Purgatonis (Purification:) - In order to promote the health of goodness in the world, Angels are capable of removing demonic influences from any objects that would be otherwise free from them. Unfortunately, they are incapable of destroying demons themselves with this ability; however they do have an ability that will be covered later on.

Angelica Lux (Angelic Light) - By creating a ball of light at the end of their finger, they are capable of enlarging it to a size that can give off its own source of light. Unlike most lights, this is capable of lighting up even the deepest of darkness, or shining through darkness that is supposedly impenetrable by any form of light. Unfortunately, by right of power, only Angels are capable of visualizing the light and seeing the way—others must follow and trust them to find the path.

Intellectius Omnia (Understanding Everything) - Despite the name, this does not actually allow the Angel to understand EVERYTHING. It just allows them to understand everything around them in terms of environment. They are able to discern the current temperature, wind speed and direction, humidity and the like, simply by standing in a single place and concentrating for a second. While one would wonder exactly what the practical use of this ability is, it really is quite simple. An understanding of the environment means that the Angel can adjust their usual attacks to suit.

Lux Gradus (Light Step) - This is the Angel equivalent to Shunpo and the opposite of the Demonic Shadow Step. As long as they are in a well-lit area, the Angel is able to disappear and reappear at will, anywhere in the area; as long as the light of the sun shines upon their destination. The movement appears to be instant; the Angel simply disappears in a flash of light. This is more akin to teleportation than stepping.

Clara Clipeus (Bright Shield) - An ability; akin to Hierro, that covers the Angel in a soft and undulating glow. Unlike the all-rounded defence that is Hierro, however, Clara Clipeus is only viable against abilities that are demonic in nature, defending indefinitely against those (not negating, just proffering additional defences). Everything else is as normal.

Vastator Mali (Destroyer of Evil) - As an extension of their usual purification, Angels are able to purify Demons to a point where they cannot access their Demonic powers anymore and leave them simply spirits, able to choose a new path.

By placing their right hand onto the forehead of the target, they flood their body with holy energies. Starting with the brain, they begin to eradicate all demonic influences, one at a time. As they slowly work their way down the body, the demon’s form starts to shimmer and change as the darkness gradually begins to disappear. When using this, it is imperative that every single Demonic influence is removed. If not, they may have a chance of regaining everything.

Touketsu is able to reverse this process. In order to do this, the Demon must have been beaten into submission and unable to resist. If not, they will be able to turn the influence of the Angel with overwhelming force, no matter what. The Angel requires the utmost in concentration to do this and cannot be disturbed whatsoever. Even Shadin would need all of his processing power on this. Allies are a must to keep them safe.

«UNIQUE POWERS»

Index Librorum Prohibitorum: So, as we begin, we must understand the first, foremost and most simple thing about the being known as “The Truth”. Okay, so there may be nothing profoundly simple, but the first and foremost thing about “The Truth” is his name. Known as “The Truth”, he exists in order to guard the Root of All Things, which can be simply stated as the collective “force” that holds together all of the events and phenomena of the universe. A place outside of time and space itself, it exists to record and understand that which the world and universe itself has created, as well as records of the infinite other universes that exist within existence itself. Note that this is separate from Earth’s Soul Cycle, and almost completely impossible to even consider going near. As an existence that is not within actual reachable space, not even The Truth himself has actually truly experienced the full majesty of the Root itself, at least not more than once in his entire lifetime. Even those who are brought to see it can only see a certain portion, devoted specifically to this Earth. Few beings can say they are even remotely connected to it.

Now, as stated before, the Root of All Things is a collection of knowledge and understanding, events and phenomena. And The Truth is not only its guardian, but its wielder in battle. As a prize that is worth everything to guard, The Truth will guard it completely with his existence, no matter how much longer it will last. For that reason, he has been granted its power as a weapon. How, you may ask, would you use a collection of something that is simply knowledge as a weapon? It’s rather simple. That knowledge becomes power. That power becomes reality. In essence, the Truth is able to take “that which is an idea”, bring its form and Origin out of the Root, and make it into “that which is real and True”. However, it could never be quite as easy as a simple clicking of the fingers. In order to truly pull forth something from the Root in order to use it in battle, words must be spoken in a language that is far from the tinges of home; read from a tome that could never be memorized or understood by any being, save for the Truth, though he chooses not to memorize such things—there are simply far too many possibilities for him to care.

In all honesty, however, we don’t really need to get into too many details regarding this ability. Although it has a scope of “everything”, we must understand that a lot of the Truth’s codes and morals get in the way, and he has, in fact, over the years, been so inclined as to fit himself with several mental power blocks, to make sure that he never goes outside of his main code: “Do not interfere with their existence.” If Truth were to attempt to affect a being in a way that would destroy their original existence, his body would not allow him to pull forth the power; he would be violently discharged from the system and required to try a different tactic. Manipulating unpowered animals is allowed, though he finds it to be irksome at times—he has, however, summoned an entire forest to his aid, quite spectacularly. Other than that, however, the sky is practically the limit. He’s even been known to summon Cthulhu from the Outer Worlds at one point (in a rather secluded area, mind you).

«BACKGROUND»

Fifteen billion years before our current tale begins, we must understand the time before our own. This time, that entire universe itself, was populated by creatures that we could not begin to comprehend, nor would we ever truly get to see or understand. And in this world, there was a teenager with fair skin and white hair. Pale blue eyes that tried to comprehend whatever it could--this child's name was Veronis Kolyak; though most around him would know him as Veron. Practising as a mage in a time where magic truly existed and flowed through the veins of those who lived, Veron would practice daily, yet never make any progress. Although he was powerful, he was unskilled--a simple fireball spell would light up three city blocks without even stopping to think. For this, he was ostracised by his people, left to wander the wastes under a brutal green sun. As he stared up into the sky, he started to wonder if there was anything else out there.... and then it cracked.

Literally, the entire sky cracked, thousands upon thousands of lines spreading outwards from a seemingly endless scape of stars and other universes. Each of the cracks glowed, radiating a deep red energy that burnt into the very fabric of Veron's soul. Stepping forwards and staring up at these cracks, Veron began to speak words of prayer to their patron deity--knowing it to be useless--knowing it to be a waste of words--but just wanting something to save him. Anything. He knew that it was coming. The end. And as he took his last steps on the plains of his home planet, he could only stare at these cracks as the grew in number and distance; everywhere he looked, he could only see cracks in the sky. However, these cracks then started to change direction, travelling down to the ground below his feet, spreading out over that, in the air in front of him... everything was cracking. Time, space, everything. And at that point, it stopped. It went black and dark, and Veron could not perceive anything at all. It was then... that his consciousness went dark, and the being known as Veronis Kolyak died forever.

Only to be reborn in the centre of this new universe. It was then, at this point, that everything started to filter into his mind, through it, around it, everywhere. He saw everything that there ever is, was, and would be, all at once and never at all. It broke him. It changed him, and then it brought him back to the way he always was. Armed with this knowledge, he could only give a simple nod as existence itself expanded outwards with a great explosion, creating matter as far as the eye could see--an entire new universe, and new places to explore. At his side, however, was another being. He didn't know this being's name, nor did he understand its purpose. He wasn't sure if it came from before, or if it was born when this place was born. He looked at it, and he spoke to it: "Br...brother?" in his own language, not sure if that being would understand him. It turned towards him and smiled, repeating the word as if it were a child, but also adult at the same time. Veron just nodded and looked back out over the expanse of worlds that was this universe. He had a feeling that he'd be here... for a very long time...


Taking his first step into this new universe, he began to wonder at the possibilities of this place, and of himself. What could he do? Where could he go? How much time did he have? Curiosity was his greatest instinct at this time, an innate desire to know the Truth... yes, the Truth. He remembered his nickname--Veron. Veronis was his name, yes, but Veron was their word for "Truth". That would suit him just fine. As the darkness of the void gave way beneath his feet and separated into a path for him, he wondered. Was he a creator, or a destroyer? In his previous existence, he had been a destroyer--was this to be anything of the same, or would this all be new? He had been bathed in everything--the Root of All Things, as it were. Maybe that made him different, a scholar of sorts? Even with this great universe to ponder, the first real questions that came of Truth's newfound existence came from within. Sitting above the star that would today be called VY Canis Majoris, Truth closed his eyes and began to ponder the very reasoning for his being. Not realizing the ramifications of all of this, he became the first to ponder the "reality of ascension", the test that he would put all potential Angels through.

Five. Billion. Years. He thought that he would never be able to move again, stuck in that one spot as his mind considered everything that he came across. Rifling through each entry in the Root of All Things, Truth slowly began to index it as if it were a library, manifesting it all as books that existed in a plane beyond Time and Space itself. From that indexing, he would then order it in a way that he would truly be able to understand, accessing exactly what he needed whenever he could. This library took up the entire space of an inner world, and is arguably the size of Planet Earth itself, covering this planet with corridors and corridors of books, as far as the eye can see. If one were to try and walk through this place, they would become lost for centuries--though Truth found it to be a rather nice place to escape to. After three billion years, his library was complete, and he would begin to truly consider himself, and his role in this new universe that he witnessed the birth of.

At first, he was sceptical. He considered the possibility that he would just die in a few more thousand years, not aware that his existence was tied to the existence of the Root. He thought that he couldn't be able to last much longer, and that it was a miracle that he lasted as long as he had. Pondering one's existence takes a lot of work, and the more that Truth tried to understand it, the less he could. As if it were eluding him until the very end, the answer would never present itself to him, instead looking to hide away in the very recesses of his mind. It infuriated him at first, however this fury and rage gave way to something completely new--a calm that surpassed all. A meditative state that could only be gained by not moving from one place for five billion years. And a mind that finally understand the purpose, if not the reason, for one's being. He wasn't aware of his 'brother', but that did not bother him. He would deal with that later.