CRIMSON
Aervile Wasp Dirzoth (a.k.a. Crimson)
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Education
Employment
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
History
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
Shared Secrets
Literally... pretty much anything.
Shared Acquaintances
Ghost
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.
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.
