[There's one moment of visible hesitation before he looks away, begins talking, the lines and angles of his body hard and stiff and cold. Prepare yourself, now-- it's probably the most anyone will ever have heard him say, all in one go.]
I've told you a little of the place I'm from. Of the Below, the monsters created therein. Monsters that are thrown into death matches against others of their kind, or of earlier models considered to be failures now used as little more than canon fodder. A place where there is no room for personal connections besides allegiance to one's creator, because anything else would only end in betrayal, as we shall see.
This creator, the Professor, She was able to construct a entity of pure chaos, a veritable incarnation of violence-- the Kerberos Spine. Initial experiments intended to implant it into human hosts were of limited success-- they became more violent, more powerful certainly, but all of them ultimately lost their minds or physically mutated beyond recognition, monstrous hulking beasts that were nothing short of a horror to behold. It became clear enough that She'd need to start from the ground up, create an artificial lifeform capable of high resonance rates with the Spine and the nightmare held within it.
And so, the Rammsteiner series came into being. Again, She had varying levels of success, some more able to withstand Kerberos' corruptive influence than others. Some began to come apart at the seams, their minds slowly corroded by the thing that resided in their backs, others...failed to respond at all. But ultimately, She only ever needed one-- intended to be a Master, She would choose the best of them to connect with the original Spine, to create a being capable of controlling and commanding an army of loyal dogs, also in possession of the Spine. And when it became clear to Her which of Her creations was best suited to this task, when this specimen came to Her and requested the very thing She was offering...well. The others were no longer of any use to Her.
And so, by setting loose the beasts in their Spines, ensuring they could no longer control themselves, She set them upon one another, had them tear each other apart. This series of beings, who saw each other as siblings. Spurred them on with the promise that, should any of them survive, She would love them with all of Her heart.
[Again, the briefest of pauses, a moment to gather himself for this dark twisted episode from his own past that he's never before put into words. When he continues on, his voice is cool and detached, as though he truly were telling a story, something quite apart from himself.]
But something went wrong. The one chosen to be the Master broke free of his connection with the original Spine, with Kerberos fully awoken in him now, and descended into that sea of blood and carnage in order to tear one specific sibling apart - one of two who he had promised to save - before fleeing the facility and making his escape. And the other to whom he had extended that promise...well. He abandoned it, buried beneath the corpses of its massacred siblings. Buried, but still alive.
And just as the Professor had promised, She kept the one that lived. Even though it was faulty, had never manifested the abilities associated with the Spine. Even though it was never the one She wanted, the one least likely to succeed. And in an effort to make it match up to the prodigal son, the one that got away, it was subjected to one experiment after another until it not only manifested the abilities associated with the Spine, but surpassed them-- whilst all the others could heal from any wound bar a direct shot to the head, her remaining Rammsteiner was now able to survive even massive brain injury, was almost impossible to kill.
Only, in this too, Her creation was once again flawed. It could survive such an injury, yes, but the price was the degradation of its memories. A complete loss of self. And so, eventually, it would end up nothing more than an empty shell of itself, destined to become just another failed experiment, canon fodder, like all the rest. A fate far worse than death.
[He looks back at Scott finally. Flashes his crooked-pin smile.]
And so you see, this issue with the taxara which I'm sure you've heard about by now-- it's something I take a tad personally. A point on which I fear I won't be able to act with rationality. Hahah.
I apologise sincerely for his incredibly long-winded explanation ;_;
I've told you a little of the place I'm from. Of the Below, the monsters created therein. Monsters that are thrown into death matches against others of their kind, or of earlier models considered to be failures now used as little more than canon fodder. A place where there is no room for personal connections besides allegiance to one's creator, because anything else would only end in betrayal, as we shall see.
This creator, the Professor, She was able to construct a entity of pure chaos, a veritable incarnation of violence-- the Kerberos Spine. Initial experiments intended to implant it into human hosts were of limited success-- they became more violent, more powerful certainly, but all of them ultimately lost their minds or physically mutated beyond recognition, monstrous hulking beasts that were nothing short of a horror to behold. It became clear enough that She'd need to start from the ground up, create an artificial lifeform capable of high resonance rates with the Spine and the nightmare held within it.
And so, the Rammsteiner series came into being. Again, She had varying levels of success, some more able to withstand Kerberos' corruptive influence than others. Some began to come apart at the seams, their minds slowly corroded by the thing that resided in their backs, others...failed to respond at all. But ultimately, She only ever needed one-- intended to be a Master, She would choose the best of them to connect with the original Spine, to create a being capable of controlling and commanding an army of loyal dogs, also in possession of the Spine. And when it became clear to Her which of Her creations was best suited to this task, when this specimen came to Her and requested the very thing She was offering...well. The others were no longer of any use to Her.
And so, by setting loose the beasts in their Spines, ensuring they could no longer control themselves, She set them upon one another, had them tear each other apart. This series of beings, who saw each other as siblings. Spurred them on with the promise that, should any of them survive, She would love them with all of Her heart.
[Again, the briefest of pauses, a moment to gather himself for this dark twisted episode from his own past that he's never before put into words. When he continues on, his voice is cool and detached, as though he truly were telling a story, something quite apart from himself.]
But something went wrong. The one chosen to be the Master broke free of his connection with the original Spine, with Kerberos fully awoken in him now, and descended into that sea of blood and carnage in order to tear one specific sibling apart - one of two who he had promised to save - before fleeing the facility and making his escape. And the other to whom he had extended that promise...well. He abandoned it, buried beneath the corpses of its massacred siblings. Buried, but still alive.
And just as the Professor had promised, She kept the one that lived. Even though it was faulty, had never manifested the abilities associated with the Spine. Even though it was never the one She wanted, the one least likely to succeed. And in an effort to make it match up to the prodigal son, the one that got away, it was subjected to one experiment after another until it not only manifested the abilities associated with the Spine, but surpassed them-- whilst all the others could heal from any wound bar a direct shot to the head, her remaining Rammsteiner was now able to survive even massive brain injury, was almost impossible to kill.
Only, in this too, Her creation was once again flawed. It could survive such an injury, yes, but the price was the degradation of its memories. A complete loss of self. And so, eventually, it would end up nothing more than an empty shell of itself, destined to become just another failed experiment, canon fodder, like all the rest. A fate far worse than death.
[He looks back at Scott finally. Flashes his crooked-pin smile.]
And so you see, this issue with the taxara which I'm sure you've heard about by now-- it's something I take a tad personally. A point on which I fear I won't be able to act with rationality. Hahah.