CRIMSON

Aervile Wasp Dirzoth (a.k.a. Crimson)

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Most people figure, before knowing what Crimson is, that he is one of the rare presumptuous wealthy, the spoiled rotten spawn of filthy rich crooks who could do no wrong in their eyes. Who never was disciplined, and most definitely had not been punched in the face before, or told to shut the fuck up. Why else would he lack so much empathy, treat everybody he comes across like servants whose only purpose is to bow to his every command? So little filter, too, as though he had been taught to care about nothing in the world.

How wrong they are about his origins. Crimson was not raised by the filthy rich, he was hardly raised at all. No, the only thing Crimson was 'raised' by was the smoke and ashes he was formed in. When he came into this world of filth, he heard whispers of great ancient knowledge, flashing memories in his new mind that were not his, and yet they felt as though he had seen them in a distant life. He knew in his first breath that he held power no mortal or immortal could dream of holding. Crimson was born as a final curse, or blessing, depending on who you ask, by a celestial being. He was gifted form to be changed at will, bestowed power that rivaled what remained of the divine, and was unbound by the chains and rigid order that the world so desperately clung to. He was born beyond time and space, could rip and tear through the fabrics of reality, meddle in fate as much as he pleased and could never be restrained; did that, by definition, make him any lesser than a God?

No. Crimson is a God. He is a God, and he flaunts it with all he has. From the looks to the power, he shows off in every way he can. After all, he is here for a noble enough reason; to purge this world of filth. Rid the world of it all, cut out each and every stain, either by his hand or those of his soulsisters'. That said, he does not dare consume the remnant souls of the impure, lest he be contaminated. Crimson only ever feeds on the most pure, most untouched souls; those who scowl at the amoral, who hold themselves to the highest standards, yet not in arrogance, as they are filth. Souls whose priority lay in doing good for the world, who stay shut up and bow in the face of true authority such as himself. Shame as it is to lose potential followers like them, he takes priority as a new God, still stewing in his unreached potential. He does not care for how slow his journey is, nor how his sisters have overtaken him so swiftly in power, all good things come slowly.

One day, he wlil be at the head of it all. All will look to him with adoration, fear, and he will be the man of the spotlight. Nobody will look at him with scorn, nor will they roll his eyes, nor ever dare doubt his prophetic words. He will be everything to the people, their be all and end all, the beginning of all until the end of time. Even the holy will kneel to him, subject themselves to the fate of being consumed and erased from the world's memory. He will be free of impurity, the most perfect being in all of history. He will be the sun and moon, time and matter, sky and earth, the past, future and present. One day, with his sisters by his side, he will be the ultimate God.

Education

Everything he learnt was through the God who spawned him, and through observing his to-be subjects and jesters.

Employment

N/A. He is a God, there is a reason jobs are for mortals.

Accomplishments & Achievements

  • Despite the majority of his captures being failures, he has managed to take certain shrines of old Gods and rekindle them in his name. They are dedicated to him, him, only him.
  • Gaining so much control over hiveminds. He can mind control an entire colony of wasps if he wants to easily. If he were to get stronger, he may be able to do that with other interconnected species without having to possess them.
  • Second to Ghost in terms of mastering powers.

Failures & Embarrassments

  • His goals to convert every shrine to his name is thwarted regularly, with SH4DE .

Relationships

CRIMSON

Soulmate (Vital)

Towards NEKO

5
-5

Frank


NEKO

Soulmate (Vital)

Towards CRIMSON

5
-5

Frank


History

They were born from the same ashes, from the same flame, with the same goal. Although they have different means of getting that goal, you'll never find one without the other. If one is there, the other is rarely ever far behind. They both haunt the shadows, bicker and scrap and find eachother irritating in their own ways, but Hell will freeze over and Heaven will fall before you pull them genuinely apart.

Nicknames & Petnames

Typical sibling insults. "Dumbass," "dickhead", "jackass". Crimson often gets very creative with his demeaning nicknames, whereas Neko goes for the 'usual' ones. For Crimson exclusively, she calls him "bugboy" and "bugbitch".

Commonalities & Shared Interests

Both feed on souls, both are of the same blood as the late God who 'birthed' them. Both anomalies, both their purposes being to destroy the world. They also both have an interest in scene fashion.

Shared Secrets

Literally... pretty much anything.

Shared Acquaintances

Ghost

GHOST

Soulmate (Vital)

Towards CRIMSON

5
-1

Frank


CRIMSON

Soulmate (Vital)

Towards GHOST

5
5

Frank


Nicknames & Petnames

Crimson calls Ghost a variety of other synonyms for ghost; Specter, Spirit, Phantom, Wraith, even sometimes refers to her as Damsel in reference to her title. On the other hand, Ghost doesn't typically use nicknames, but will occasionally call him 'bugboy' when he particularly 'gets on her nerves.'

Commonalities & Shared Interests

Both feed on souls, both are of the same blood as the late God who 'birthed' them. Both anomalies, both their purposes being to destroy the world. Only one of them really tries for destruction, though.

Shared Secrets

Pretty much everything. No secrets here.

Shared Acquaintances

Neko.

LAZARUS

Rival (Trivial)

Towards CRIMSON

-5
-5

Subversive


CRIMSON

Enemy (Trivial)

Towards LAZARUS

0
3

Dishonest


History

Lazarus and Crimson have only ever met fleetingly. None of those times were particularly positive. There was one meeting especially, their first, which was particularly sour.   Crimson, in all his chaotic glory, had finished ravaging a village. The only aftermath of life were the eerie buzzings of wasps at work, humming melodiously as they constructed their hive in the remnants of the small village. It hadn't stood a chance. He felt fulfilled, especially high energy at that moment after having feasted on an abundance of "pure" souls. He was in such a good mood, in fact, he was perfectly fine letting the prying eyes of what he knew was something impure, something filthy, cut into his back.   It was one of the first times Lazarus had hesitated in the face of a blatant enemy. It was like seeing a bear wandering aimlessly in the forest in the dead of winter, when it was below freezing. But this was even worse. This was something malevolent, something far more vicious than Lazarus had ever encountered---and ze had many run-ins with plenty of snapping, snarling beasts. The cold aura of a God, the shattered mirror of something holy, but cocooned in venom and buzzing. Just waiting to snap. Worst yet, it didn't belong. Crimson did not belong here. Not just in the manner of being an anomaly, this was not his time. Lazarus could feel it, the thing was beyond time and space. He, it, had ripped the fabrics of reality. Violently. Unapologetically. Lazarus might scoff at the idea, but ze would be lying to themselves if they did not feel the resemblances of a God firsthand.   The ensuing conversation was what really ticked zem off, though. Crimson had the gall to look down at zem, to invite zem so cheerfully to explore the destruction he'd caused. He had the audacity to smile in the face of a tragedy that ran far deeper than just a couple hundred lives lost. It was an event unscripted, an event that would send history off-course for the rest of this timeline. And he boasted. Lazarus felt strongly about little, but oh, if that did not send zem into a rage. A rage that was contained by an even rarer emotion.   Dread. Crimson knew, of course. He's a God, how could he not? But he looked into Lazarus' eyes, the speckles of white and blazing red, and he saw a rival. Not a serious rival at first, no, but he figured Lazarus might just give him a thrill of competition. If this little daemon could pick up on his abnormalities, what else could ze do? Crimson taunted zem endlessly, poked and prodded like a man drilling into a lion cub's den. What was ze going to do about it? Absolutely nothing. It was the first, and the only time, Lazarus had felt so sick that ze had to leave. Ze had snapped, told Crimson to go the fuck back to where he came from, and vanished in a haze of mist and dusk. It was an encounter tht struck both of them, but only one of which would admit to. Crimson had found a new plaything, a toy to amuse himself with, and he couldn't wait to see how fate pulled the little assassin bug's strings. Lazarus, though? Lazarus had gained another name to be written in red. Crimson's head wouldn't even get the luxury of being on zer wall---Lazarus, frankly, didn't know if they could stand the sight.

Relationship Reasoning

Lazarus wants nothing to do with Crimson. Ze sees the malice, the darkness, the filth with which he carries. It disgusts zem beyond belief, and even worse that Crimson is so high and mighty. He thinks he's a God... Lazarus thinks he's fucking delusional. If ze had zer way, he would be dead. Lazarus knows what he is, and what he is not. Lazarus knows what he is capable of. It would be a lie to say Crimson isn't on zer hitlist.   Crimson, on the other hand, sees Lazarus as a rival. He sees competition. If there's one thing Crimson has a hate-love relationship with, it's the idea of competition. If he can crush his rivals under his feet, he adores it. If the aforementioned competition actually gives him a run for his money, well... Crimson will stop at nothing to make sure they're put in their place. While he isn't too sure what to think of Lazarus yet thanks to their few and far between meetings, it started initially as a former, but has slowly begun to slide to the latter. He's slowly realising his respectable rival is a genuine threat, and that Lazarus does not share the sentiment.

Commonalities & Shared Interests

They are demons, and have connections to the Gods. Even that is flimsy; Crimson is something far worse than a demon, and their connections with the Gods are vastly different in nature. Nothing else.

Shared Secrets

It was never spoken aloud, but Lazarus has dealt with Gods enough to know exactly what a spawn of them can do. Lazarus is one of the few people out there who might have even the slightest clue of what that corrupted freak of nature really, truly is.   And it's frightening.

Shared Acquaintances

N/A.

Age
~17
Date of Birth
October 21st
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Pronouns
He/him
Sex
Genderless
Presentation
Masculine
Eyes
Blacked out sclera, orange and yellow eyes, black slit pupils, downward slanted
Hair
Short, curly, black with brown fade, red undertones
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale grey-ish, bluish undertones, sharp solid black markings along arms, chest, and under eyes.
Height
5'8