Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 16, 2011 18:26:41 GMT -5
Your name is KARKAT VANTAS. Well, as of two months ago, it is. Prior to that, you were known as KARKAT PRAVEEN, the youngest son of a wealthy family specializing in the manufacture and sale of various scientific tools. At least, you were, until you decided that you would probably live a much longer and less terrifying life if you cut all ties from them and denounced your family name. But we will get to that later.
You were a child that any family could be proud of, coming into the world as a TEN of SPADES and with a BIPED FORM to boot. There was more Corvistownian in you than your parents would have ideally liked, but your other attributes more than made up for that.
From a very young age, you have been interested in LIFE and the way in which it GROWS. Not in the typical sense of plants and animals and people getting larger and thriving, no. Your earliest experiment took place in the refrigerator, when you smeared a gelatin mixture with the fluid at the bottom of a container of old rice and waited. A week later, you had both a furious mother and a plate of life, growing and thriving in a very slimy-fuzzy sort of way.
To your fully-Morganberry father and mostly-Morganberry mother, this was not an ideal life path. With time, however, it became evident that you were an ORNERY child, prone to YELLING QUITE A LOT and TELLING PEOPLE HOW STUPID THEY WERE. Given those qualities did not really have a place in the family business of sales, they finally allowed you to attend a proper Corvistowne school.
This was exactly what you had hoped would happen.
In the proper environment, your interests were allowed to grow and flourish much as your childhood MOLD EXPERIMENT had done so many years before. More than that, YOU were able to grow and flourish. Despite your NOTORIOUSLY BAD NATURE, you made a number of friends, including a girl who was very odd but (in complete confidence) you had the WORLD'S BIGGEST CRUSH on. You were still interested in growth at a cellular level, but now your attention was focused on the cells of the body and how they grew. Most particularly, the way they grew when things went horribly wrong, leading to an array of HORRIFYING CANCERS.
You made incredible progress in school and gained positive attention from your professors, who aided you in the setup of your own lab soon after you graduated at the early age of 15. You were guaranteed entry to the school of your choice, provided you were able to put an interesting spin on the research you were doing. The next few years found you logging countless hours in the lab, using VIRAL VECTORS to inject genes of interest into cells, first of animals, then of Aces, and then of a very small culture of your own cells.
Six weeks after your 18th birthday, you found something very interesting. Twelve days following that, you made a TERRIBLE MISTAKE.
It was difficult to say for sure what had possessed you to do exactly what you did. Something strange had happened in your cultures, but only to the samples taken from organisms with innate magic. You needed to find out what it meant, on a larger scale. So you made some last-minute calculations, and came to a conclusion: The gene was doing damage to the MAGIC of a cell. If this was true, you needed to publish immediately.
So after learning a small charm that you assumed the cancer would devour from your mind, you inoculated yourself with the viral vector you'd created, and then you waited.
The effects were slightly delayed, but once they had started, it was like you had opened a horrible dam. You had not been able to successfully calculate exactly how extreme the reaction would be with only your small samples from before, and you had underestimated your own ability in creating something devastating. As always, you were a STUPID, STUPID ASSHOLE who's only real skill was in RUINING EVERYTHING.
When it struck, you were climbing the stairs that led from your lab up to your room, wearing your ANIMAL FORM. You had not had it for very long, and were still enjoying the novelty of it. During your climb, you collapsed abruptly, seized with the WORST PAIN IMAGINABLE. No, seriously. It was as though your body was dissolving where you stood, because that was exactly what was happening. Cell membranes ruptured, organs collapsed, and in the back of your mind you realized you NEEDED TO SWITCH FORMS, FUCKASS.
You listened to the little voice and reverted to your Biped form. Immediately, the physical pain stopped - but in the back of your mind, the DESTRUCTION of your ANIMAL FORM was impossible to ignore, the magic draining from you.
Four minutes and thirteen horrifying seconds later, it was done.
Now that you didn't seem to be in any immediate risk of simply exploding into a slick puddle of organ and bone mush, you were able to survey the final damages. You felt exhausted, like a SIGNIFICANT AMOUNT OF YOUR LIFE ENERGY had been drained from you. In addition, there was a blankness in your mind, a long stretch of NOTHING that you had never before known. All the MAGICAL SPELLS and INNATE ABILITIES - gone. After several minutes of hyperventilation and quite a lot of cursing, you worked up the nerve to check your chest. All your worst fears were confirmed.
In one error of a completely massive magnitude, you had managed to destroy your ANIMAL FORM and SIX OF YOUR RANKS ALONG WITH ALL THE MAGIC THAT WENT WITH THEM, all at once.
After you had taken a few private days to try and fix this mistake on your own (and also to do quite a lot of CRYING), you decided your best choice at this point was to attempt to get help from your parents. To try and make a cure you were in desperate need of MONEY. Your parents seemed a good source for this, so you went to them in order to request their aid.
As things turned out, your parent's business as SUPPLIERS OF SCIENTIFIC EQUIPMENT was a front disguising their true interests, which lie in the realm of VIOLENT SOCIETAL OVERTHROW. Their delight at your research was completely horrifying. Rather than finding a way to help you out of your own predicament, they instead offered you funding to somehow create a similar cancer, except one which would also do damage to SUIT along with RANK. It would be the perfect tool, they believed, to teach the uppity RED SUITS a lesson in humility.
Wisely, you made the decision to disown them, change your name, and cut all existing ties linking you to their particular insanity. This left you BROKE, mostly POWERLESS considering everything you'd done to yourself, and bitterly ALONE.
But it was better than the alternative.
You were a child that any family could be proud of, coming into the world as a TEN of SPADES and with a BIPED FORM to boot. There was more Corvistownian in you than your parents would have ideally liked, but your other attributes more than made up for that.
From a very young age, you have been interested in LIFE and the way in which it GROWS. Not in the typical sense of plants and animals and people getting larger and thriving, no. Your earliest experiment took place in the refrigerator, when you smeared a gelatin mixture with the fluid at the bottom of a container of old rice and waited. A week later, you had both a furious mother and a plate of life, growing and thriving in a very slimy-fuzzy sort of way.
To your fully-Morganberry father and mostly-Morganberry mother, this was not an ideal life path. With time, however, it became evident that you were an ORNERY child, prone to YELLING QUITE A LOT and TELLING PEOPLE HOW STUPID THEY WERE. Given those qualities did not really have a place in the family business of sales, they finally allowed you to attend a proper Corvistowne school.
This was exactly what you had hoped would happen.
In the proper environment, your interests were allowed to grow and flourish much as your childhood MOLD EXPERIMENT had done so many years before. More than that, YOU were able to grow and flourish. Despite your NOTORIOUSLY BAD NATURE, you made a number of friends, including a girl who was very odd but (in complete confidence) you had the WORLD'S BIGGEST CRUSH on. You were still interested in growth at a cellular level, but now your attention was focused on the cells of the body and how they grew. Most particularly, the way they grew when things went horribly wrong, leading to an array of HORRIFYING CANCERS.
You made incredible progress in school and gained positive attention from your professors, who aided you in the setup of your own lab soon after you graduated at the early age of 15. You were guaranteed entry to the school of your choice, provided you were able to put an interesting spin on the research you were doing. The next few years found you logging countless hours in the lab, using VIRAL VECTORS to inject genes of interest into cells, first of animals, then of Aces, and then of a very small culture of your own cells.
Six weeks after your 18th birthday, you found something very interesting. Twelve days following that, you made a TERRIBLE MISTAKE.
It was difficult to say for sure what had possessed you to do exactly what you did. Something strange had happened in your cultures, but only to the samples taken from organisms with innate magic. You needed to find out what it meant, on a larger scale. So you made some last-minute calculations, and came to a conclusion: The gene was doing damage to the MAGIC of a cell. If this was true, you needed to publish immediately.
So after learning a small charm that you assumed the cancer would devour from your mind, you inoculated yourself with the viral vector you'd created, and then you waited.
The effects were slightly delayed, but once they had started, it was like you had opened a horrible dam. You had not been able to successfully calculate exactly how extreme the reaction would be with only your small samples from before, and you had underestimated your own ability in creating something devastating. As always, you were a STUPID, STUPID ASSHOLE who's only real skill was in RUINING EVERYTHING.
When it struck, you were climbing the stairs that led from your lab up to your room, wearing your ANIMAL FORM. You had not had it for very long, and were still enjoying the novelty of it. During your climb, you collapsed abruptly, seized with the WORST PAIN IMAGINABLE. No, seriously. It was as though your body was dissolving where you stood, because that was exactly what was happening. Cell membranes ruptured, organs collapsed, and in the back of your mind you realized you NEEDED TO SWITCH FORMS, FUCKASS.
You listened to the little voice and reverted to your Biped form. Immediately, the physical pain stopped - but in the back of your mind, the DESTRUCTION of your ANIMAL FORM was impossible to ignore, the magic draining from you.
Four minutes and thirteen horrifying seconds later, it was done.
Now that you didn't seem to be in any immediate risk of simply exploding into a slick puddle of organ and bone mush, you were able to survey the final damages. You felt exhausted, like a SIGNIFICANT AMOUNT OF YOUR LIFE ENERGY had been drained from you. In addition, there was a blankness in your mind, a long stretch of NOTHING that you had never before known. All the MAGICAL SPELLS and INNATE ABILITIES - gone. After several minutes of hyperventilation and quite a lot of cursing, you worked up the nerve to check your chest. All your worst fears were confirmed.
In one error of a completely massive magnitude, you had managed to destroy your ANIMAL FORM and SIX OF YOUR RANKS ALONG WITH ALL THE MAGIC THAT WENT WITH THEM, all at once.
After you had taken a few private days to try and fix this mistake on your own (and also to do quite a lot of CRYING), you decided your best choice at this point was to attempt to get help from your parents. To try and make a cure you were in desperate need of MONEY. Your parents seemed a good source for this, so you went to them in order to request their aid.
As things turned out, your parent's business as SUPPLIERS OF SCIENTIFIC EQUIPMENT was a front disguising their true interests, which lie in the realm of VIOLENT SOCIETAL OVERTHROW. Their delight at your research was completely horrifying. Rather than finding a way to help you out of your own predicament, they instead offered you funding to somehow create a similar cancer, except one which would also do damage to SUIT along with RANK. It would be the perfect tool, they believed, to teach the uppity RED SUITS a lesson in humility.
Wisely, you made the decision to disown them, change your name, and cut all existing ties linking you to their particular insanity. This left you BROKE, mostly POWERLESS considering everything you'd done to yourself, and bitterly ALONE.
But it was better than the alternative.
