Has Trouble With: Opening up to others, trust, stubbornness, showing his caring side
Dream: To find a way to heal his broken heart and spirit, to be complete once again
In-depth Character Personality:
Titus is a vast sea of mystery and closed doors. While appearing cold and indifferent, even malicious and twisted, on the surface, deep down he is a very passionate and caring individual. An incredibly painful past has left him damaged, closed off, and looking out only for himself. A highly driven and dedicated man, Titus is skilled at seeing the big picture, easily finding several different paths that will lead to the same solution, giving him options to reach the end he seeks. Incredibly resourceful, Titus knows what he wants and how to get it, and more often than not, succeeds. Combining his ability to see the means to an end and his painfully patient demeanor, he is never in a rush to achieve his goals. He believes it is better to take the time needed to ensure success than to rush ahead without thinking and hope for the best. His skills are highly sought after, as such, he has a rather large bargaining chip with it comes to getting what he wants.
Easily viewed as self-centered and self-serving, Titus does not easily share much of anything about himself to just anyone. However, that is not to say that he won’t ever reveal his secrets. Trust is an extremely hard concept for him, thus he keeps things that are not ‘need to know’ safely locked away. But, once trust is actually earned, he is more willing, however slight, to share bits and pieces about himself and his inner workings. While Titus does not have any set loyalties other than to himself, it is not beneath him to aid those who he might feel deserve his assistance, for the right price, of course. Should someone be able to warm the dark ice within him, Titus will do anything to protect that person. However, achieving this feat is something that has never been accomplished.
A truly lonely man, deep down, Titus does long for companionship but does not readily seek it or embrace it due to an underlying fear of loss and pain stemming from his past. One of the few things that truly brings him peace is the solace he finds in painting. His passion and gift working with acrylic paints allows him to show his inner feelings kept away from public view. One should consider themselves lucky if Titus ever shares his art with him/her. If he is not painting, Titus can often be found lost in a book, as this, too, brings him a bit of peace and happiness.
Character face Claim: Chace Crawford
Loyalty: None
Items: Moander (moe-AN-der) Stone (Similar to Snowflake Obsidian)
Powers: Decay/Decomposition Control/Manipulation (Teleportation) Titus’ power is channeled through The Moander Stone that he keeps on his person at all times, generally in a pocket. While he does not need contact with the stone to allow his powers to manifest, it is a key contributor to his powers working at their peak. A unique power, Titus need only mentally call on the energy to do his bidding. Once activated, his palm begins to glow a cool, icy blue. However he touches his victim, the light will travel and collect at that point. (Example: If a single finger touch will do the job, the light will migrate and collect at the tip of the used finger. An entire hand hold or touch will cause the light in his palm to spread, covering the entire area of his hand.) Once touched, the light transfers to whatever is touched, seeping in and vanishing. The decomposition can be any speed, whatever is desired by Titus, it can also be as general or as specific as he wishes. Once activated, Titus can cancel out the destruction but not the damage done. However, it should be noted that if something can regenerate/heal over time, this can occur to fix the effect of his power in the allotted time it would generally take. (Think natural healing...)
This power over decay and deterioration has an opposite type effect on Titus. His aging has slowed to practically nothing, but no one has a definite answer. The Seers of his clan speculated it has something to do with overall balance between life and death, or that when used to speed up life, the life removed, recharges his own. However, neither theory has been proven.
*Note* In regards to Senshis... Due to their unique protection from their Star Seeds, an attack from Titus' power will cause a severe, burning type pain at the point of attack (if his target is the heart, that is where the sensation will be felt). The pain felt would likely disrupt the Senshis' ability to attack at full power, depending on a number of factors: pain tolerance, pain location, etc. The duration of the effect of the attack all depends on how strong of an attack Titus inflicts. His power only effects them in this way. **
Mission:
Titus belongs to nowhere and to no one. With this freedom, he does what he wishes when he wishes to whatever end he wishes. However, deep down, he seeks a form of retaliation against any that had an alliance, however slight, towards his planet. Whether he wants to accept or realize it or not, Titus also seeks to heal himself and return the light to his life that was taken away as a young adult.
Hundreds of lightyears away from Earth, lay an empty void. No stars or moons or planets exist in this hole of space. However, it wasn’t always so...
Long ago, when peace reigned throughout the cosmos, a lush, green planet and its dual moons occupied a key orbit around the sun star of the Niri Galaxy. This planet, covered in lush tropical rainforests, vast open meadows, and brilliant turquoise seas, was called Etherea, and it truly was a paradise among planets. Home to an assortment of animal, plant, and humanoid life, Etherea was ruled by peace and cooperation. War and strife was not something heard of on this planet, nor was it accepted. The people knew that these things existed and were more than willing to offer their assistance to other planets and races to return peace and balance to their worlds. Alliances with many gave Etherea and its population a unique form of protection and comradery in the universe where peace is often something only kept for a short time...
In one of the eight oceanic clans, Titus was born on a glorious day, the sun high in the sky, its light twinkling and dancing off the sea of Nor, to his father, Borem, and his mother, Delphi. This lunar year was an extraordinary one, as many new lives were brought into the world; Titus, being the eleventh. Taking his place among the youth of his clan, Titus learned all the things that would help him to grow into a well-rounded young man. While conflict was not something sought out by the Ethereal people, it was understood that it was something that existed in the world. As such, each youth was taught different skill-sets, based on their innate skills, to handle such events should they be faced with them. Titus showed promise in hand-to-hand, strategy, and magic.
As is customary when youth reach the Age of Knowing, Etherea’s form of ‘coming of age’, each youth is presented to the clan’s Seer, who fully awakens the unique knowledge and skills sleeping within them. Each youth is born with a specific set of abilities that is not fully realized until this ceremony. Little is known about what occurs during the Awakening Blessing, but what is known is after being in the Seer’s chamber for several moments, a brilliant flash of icy blue light filled the chamber, shining from all openings for the clan members waiting outside to see. When the light faded, it formed an oval, perfectly symmetrical, stone that levitated just above Titus’ cupped hands, which continued to softly glow. A symbol also appeared on his forehead, a deep crimson red, inverted crescent moon. Titus was instructed that the stone was a token, of sorts, that would help him to channel his power, if needed, and that it was eternally tied to him. This sleeping power, now awakened, allowed him to control the rate and level of decay and deterioration of all things, as this is the end of all things within the balance of the world. This was nothing to be feared or disappointed in. Due to this power being his, Titus would age, but at a near-nothing pace. When each youth had met with the clan’s Seer, a great celebration occurred to mark this momentous occasion.
As time passed, Titus grew, taking his place among the other young men of his clan. Whispers of a darkness beginning to spread all over the universe reached the elders of Etherea and preparations for conflict began. Being so far away from many planets, it was the hope of this darkness would pass them by without a second glance. However, for many, including Titus’ family, they didn’t want to simply hope. They wanted to do something to help make sure their loved ones would be safe. As the darkness and evil neared Etherea, sentries were dispensed to call for aid from those who held alliance with them. In preparation for the worst, many of the youth were encased in pure Ethereal magic and transported away from the planet, in hopes that they would be saved to continue the race when the threat had passed. Titus refused this gift of life until the very end. It wasn’t until the sentries all returned with the news that the darkness had reached so many of their allies, they did not have the resources to send to aid Etherea and its people, that Titus accepted this last gift from his parents.
Holding out as long as possible, the invasion of Etherea and the slaughter of the people of the planet began around Titus’ clan next to the sea of Nor. Wanting to stay and fight alongside his father, his brethren, his clansmen, Titus tried to reason that his power would be of great benefit to them. He could use it as an all powerful weapon, saving them all. However, this was frowned upon, as his gift was not a weapon, but a means of balance. To use it as such would be a bastardizing of the beliefs of his people and the gift the spirits blessed him with. It was then, to please his mother, he took the last gift she offered. Being one of the last youth to leave the planet, Titus glanced behind once to view his home one last time before it was replaced by an empty void of space. Fighting back tears that would not obey, Titus drifted to a neighboring galaxy and found a new place to live on a planet much like Earth.
Titus didn’t commit the name of this new planet to memory, as it was not home, nor would it ever be. However, he was taken in and taught many things, including honing his decay powers and his militaristic skills to the point of master, becoming a weapon that he knew would have made all the difference in the world to Etherea. To hell with what this was viewed as by his people! Titus quickly took up the title of ‘Man-for-Hire’ and ‘Vigilante’. Not seeking to align with anyone, he looked out for himself and his own benefit. Whatever price he might have for his highly sought after skills seemed to be met in one way or another. Titus didn’t take sides, he simply gave his skills to those with the highest bid or deepest pockets. Traveling from location to location, galaxy to galaxy, Titus became like the wind, here one moment and gone the next, with a never ending list of aliases that followed him.
As the years passed, a cold, malicious, indifference took root inside Titus. While seeking, unknowingly, for someone to complete the shattered pieces of his psyche and heart, his travels take him wherever the wind blows... For he is Wind Walker...
The room was dark. Dark and slightly chilled, but not cold. Cold would never do. Not for this. The only real light was a single flickering candle on a tall bar stool that cast eerie shadows over the stone walls. While anyone looking at this scene would see a man, dressed in black, leaning against the wall, relaxed and seeming to have all the time in the world. Following his line of sight, one would see a man sitting, tied to a chair, body slumped forward in what would appear to be sleep. With a sigh of tried patience, Titus picked up a glass of water that was resting on the floor next to his booted foot. Walking over to the man, he splashed him in the face with the full contents of the glass.
Coming to quickly, the man sputtered and gasped for air at the shock of the cold water touching his flesh. Reaching to attempt to wipe the wet from his face, he found his hands bound to the chair’s arms. “What? What is the meaning of this?” he muttered, his eyes searching the blackness of the room only to settle on the candle. His head pounded as he tried to remember what happened before now... He could recall nothing after taking a drink following a toast at a party... What had happened? Thinking hurt... His mind was all sorts of shattered, and he was unable to bring the pieces together... Drugged! He had been drugged! Hearing someone chuckle in the dark, he spoke louder and with a touch of authority, “Who’s there? I demand you release me!”
“Frankly, you are in no position to be demanding anything,” Titus retorted, slipping his hands into his jacket pockets.
The man fell silent at the voice he didn’t know. “Who’s there? Who are you?” he asked.
“You sure you really want an answer to that question?” Titus returned, his grin twisting all the further when he heard the tell-tale nervous swallow from the man before him. Raising his hand, Titus snapped his fingers and the lights in the room turned on, revealing nothing but the two men, the chair, the stool, and the candle in the stone room.
Blinking at the bright light, the man let his eyes focus on the man in black, before him. Taking in fully the scenario he found himself in, the man unleashed a furry of angry words to his captor. “What is the meaning of this?! Where am I?! Who the hell are you?! Release me at once! Do you have any idea-” his words were cut short by a hard slap across the face. “How dare you....” he growled at the man in black.
“How dare I? Really now... That’s no way to talk to someone who, quite literally, holds your life in his hands,” Titus mocked, feigning hurt.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.... Who are you?! Answer me!” the man roared.
Moving quickly, Titus gripped the neck of the man’s shirt, tightening it to near choking. “Let’s be very clear on something. I do not take orders from you. I do not have to answer you in any way that I do not see fit, as you are the one at the disadvantage here. Now then, shall we do this the easy way, or.... The hard way?” Titus spoke softly and slowly, making sure to put just the right amount of emphasis on his words to make sure the man understood that he was the one in control. The man made to shout back, but stopped abruptly when Titus’ grip tightened to the point that every breath was work. “Hard way, then...” Titus answered, “Pity....” Reaching into the man’s inner jacket pocket, Titus removed a small snuff box. Took one look at it, smiled, and released the man, then turned to walk away.
Coughing heavily and gasping for air that seemed to not be enough, the man roared hoarsely to Titus, “You bastard! What right do you have to take what is not yours?! That belongs to ME!”
Looking over his shoulder, Titus’ eyes were like sapphire ice, narrowed to lethal blades. “You hypocrite.... Do you think I give a damn what you consider to be yours and the rules that you state need be followed? Last time I checked you are at my mercy, in my cage. Besides, I’m only doing as you have done for far too long. You reap what you sew, Sir. And now, it’s time to settle your debts...” he stated simply. The smile that touched Titus’ features was enough to make the man’s blood run cold. With a small, mock salute, Titus turned the lights off, returning them to darkness, marked only by the flickering candle.
“What kind of sick game is this?! Let me go!” the man shouted at the darkness.
Titus’ wicked laughter seeped into every corner of the room. “Oh, I assure you...” he began, before licking his fingers and pinching the wick, snuffing out the candle, “This is no game.”
Hearing the man’s breaths come faster and faster in anticipation of what was coming in the pitch black darkness, Titus walked silently up to him and held his hand palm up at his waist. An icy blue light began to glimmer in the dark, drawing a gasp of surprise from Titus’ victim. Moving his hand so only his pointer finger was extended, the man watched as the blue light moved to Titus’ fingertip where it grew brighter and brighter. Titus brought his hand up to his face so the man could see every feature from his crimson crescent on his forehead to the triangular mark below his left eye, earned and given to him by those that took him in so many eons ago.
Titus watched as the man’s fear reached it height, dimming the light in his dark eyes, and once the light was only a faint flicker, he smiled and whispered, “Check mate.” Touching the man’s temple ever so lightly, the blue light merged with the man before vanishing.
Titus walked down the hall, the door to the room with the captive man open without a care. As he flipped he snuff box in the air and caught it absentmindedly over and over again, all around him the hall filled with horrible screams of horror and panic. A malicious grin spread across Titus’ face as he vanished into the shadows, knowing that the screams would only intensify as the man’s brain slowly decayed away to dust...