Gameward Dualscar, Former Orphaner

Gameward Dualscar, Former Orphaner

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𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 OOC Muse Specific Information. I do roleplay NSFW and above, it's Dualscar, he is basically default NSFW #nsfw #ooc #lore #nsfwe? 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 230th Imperial Sweep Hatched Cronus Ampora, he was a culler from hatching. The Empire had uses for highbloods, and he was shaped into one of those uses before he could properly understand what that meant. Violence was not taught to him. It was expected. By six sweeps, as demanded by Alternian custom, he culled his own lusus. Not out of hatred. Not even out of cruelty. Merely because this was the path laid before him. The first true act of the Orphaner. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 236th Imperial Sweep His youth was spent in the presence of Meenah Peixes. The two were close. Closer than perhaps either of them should have allowed. Their relations drifted dangerously near moiraillegiance in those younger sweeps, before duty and imperial paranoia poisoned the possibility of it. At the same time, the would-be Orphaner spent long stretches near Gl'bgolyb herself. Conditioning his pan against her horrid psychic wailing. Preparing himself for a lifetime beneath the shadow of the Empire. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 239th Imperial Sweep It was during the Royal Courts that he earned the name Dualscar. He spoke out of line before the Empress. A mistake. A singular mistake. The 2x3Dent narrowly missed culling him outright and instead left him permanently scarred. The wound remained across him for the rest of his life. A reminder to himself and everyone else of what becomes of those who fail to respect imperial authority. From then onward, he was no longer merely Cronus Ampora. He was Dualscar. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 240th - 246th Imperial Sweeps As he aged, his attachment to the Empress curdled into flushed longing. Dangerous longing. The sort of longing that could only end in execution if spoken aloud. She, however, grew increasingly wary of him. She understood what her future required. Dualscar had no place within it. Around these same sweeps, he shared a brief spark of kismesissitude with the The Grand Highblood. But neither of them could truly hate the other enough to sustain it. The quadrant withered before it could properly bloom. Still, his work flourished. As for his role as Orphaner? Dualscar was a natural. Culling was already a highblood specialty. Give one a legendary weapon such as Ahab's Crosshairs and suddenly very few things on Alternia remained beyond their reach. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 247th Imperial Sweep At seventeen sweeps, Dualscar first crossed paths with Marquise Spinneret Mindfang. He did not think much of it at the time. Pirates were not his jurisdiction. Letting her go seemed harmless enough. Lightning rarely struck twice. Ahab's Crosshairs, however, certainly did. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 247th - 330th Imperial Sweeps Over the following sweeps, the rivalry between Dualscar and Mindfang became something far uglier than simple conflict. Their clashes turned personal. Then intimate. Then venomous. Quadrants bled together beneath cannon fire and threats whispered behind closed doors. For a time they remained evenly matched. Dualscar stood at the peak of physical prowess while possessing not a single psychic advantage. Mindfang, meanwhile, became increasingly manipulative and mentally fortified with every passing sweep. As the centuries passed, Dualscar became something almost mythological among imperial circles. Rebels whispered stories of the Orphaner that culled trolls in droves for the Empire rather than merely hunting dangerous lusii. Whether exaggerated or not hardly mattered. Fear spreads easier than truth on Alternia. He stopped stepping onto land whenever possible. By this stage he was no longer merely an Orphaner. He had become the longest-lived and most productive executioner the Empire had ever maintained. And through all of it, Mindfang remained. Sometimes enemy. Sometimes confidant. Sometimes something far worse. -𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 Around the 410th Imperial Sweep By the height of the rebellion surrounding The Signless, Dualscar and Mindfang had long since stopped wasting driftwood and cannon fire upon one another. Instead they met privately. Hours within the brig of one ship or the other. Threats. Arguments. Attempted murders. The sort of relationship only Alternia could cultivate. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 490th Imperial Sweep This was the end of Dualscar. He traded heavily for a particular Jadeblood slave connected to the rebellion. He never learned her name. He never cared to. Her appearance alone fascinated him. Ancient. Exhausted. Older than himself. Older than the Empress. Yet still carrying an unnatural youthfulness to her features. She reminded him of the Rainbow Drinkers from gothic fiction. The old horror stories written by Bram Trollker and others alike. He had gifted her to the Marquise. His Kismesis, who, at the time, he was aiming for Vacillation with. She enjoyed it, so much, that it entered her flush. What he was aiming for. In his rage, he had slain the Jadeblood. Often forgetting whether it was his own actions or that of an assassin. Either way, his kismesistude was ended with the Marquise. Dualscar fled from his own ship during daylight hours so she could not pursue him directly. In desperation he sought refuge within the chambers of the Grand Highblood. Instead, he found death. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 Post-Death Within the dream bubbles he eventually encountered his descendant, Eridan Ampora. He viewed the boy as a disappointment. Eridan had failed the Heiress. Failed imperial devotion. Even abandoned Ahab's Crosshairs before dying at the hands of a Jadeblood. Eventually, though, forgiveness came. Or something close enough to it. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 Post-Game Era At some point after death, some variation of Jane Crocker restored Dualscar to life. But the resurrection left him hollow. Alternia was gone. No hemospectrum. No lusii. No purpose. He became a relic stranded upon a world that no longer understood what he had once been. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 Present Day Now he carries the mantle of Gameward. He watches over a somewhat prosperous island beneath the loose authority of Crocker-affiliated powers. He lives mostly alone. #fishingfriday remains mandatory for him due to the weekly medication schedules required for certain wildlife under his care. Though softened compared to the monster Alternia created, Dualscar remains harsher, crueler, and more violent than nearly anyone around him. A relic of a dead empire still trying to behave as though that empire never fell.