[Swap] The Desire {Darkwatch}

"Ambition Cares Not For Morals, Only For Momentum"

General Information

Full Name:
Unknown
Codename or Alias:
The Desire
Anonymity
Unknown
Gender:
Female(?)
Race:
Construct
Age:
7 months
Place Of Birth:
Earth
Occupation/Status:
Bestowing a second chance at life
Alignment:
Villain
Factions:
None
Canon Or Original?:
Original
Powers/Abilities:

Liminal Existence: The Desire is a being that exists in the boundary between perception and reality, and can move beyond all three. While beyond perception, it drifts unseen and unbound through the populated world, cruising on humanity's consciousness, during which she can perceive the needs and wishes of mortals. The Desire can enter the realm of perception, and reveal itself to individual it chooses, during this time, it can be perceived by the magically attuned. From this realm, Desire can partially submerge itself into reality, reaching out to interact with the physical, as much as it loathes to do so. Even while in the physical realm, the Desire's ethereal nature allows it to defy gravity.

Formless Void: Despite seemingly having a contiguous body, the inside of The Desire's already mystifying cloak are a vast, disjointed realm on its own. Within this realm lie hundreds and hundreds of pitch-black, shrivelled arms, which can emerge from within The Desire's cloak in any and all directions. This space can also contain objects, and it is where she keeps her most valuable posessions

Distant Empath: Desire is able to stare deep into the soul of mortals that she beholds, gaining knowledge of their needs and desires, although not necessarily understanding them.

The Visages Of Ambition: The Desire holds a pliable material within her that she uses to craft porcelain-like masks. These masks are named after an Aspect of human desire exist purely in the realm of perception. Once she gives it to a mortal, they're bound to it, even if they're not wearing it, the mask will always be within sight or within reach.

While wearing a Visage of Ambition, the wielder gains an array of both mundane related to its Aspect, the uninspired become creative, the meek become staunch, the spineless become zealous, the foolish become critical. These quickly develop into superhuman boons or magically assisted abilities as the mask aclimates with his wearer. After some time, the mask starts to assimilate into the wearer, transitioning into reality and warping its host into a creature known as a Worldmaker. While Worldmakers vary wildly in traits depending on both its host and the Aspect it wears, they share the traits of being larger than their host and seemingly made of a clear white, porcelain-like substance, as well as having a host of havok inducing paranormal abilities at their disposal. Should a Worldmaker be felled, the mask will peel off the construct and let go off their host, leaving them unharmed, but drained. The mask remains in the physical realm unless Desire manages to retreive it.

Weapons/Items:

Clay of Ambition: A white, mysterious, clay-like substance that is produced within Desire's amorphous existence. Her many hands shape and imbue this clay into the Visages of Ambition, however, she can also shape them into the very things that they desire, be it food, valuables, items, and even lost pets (Sapient souls, however, cannot be reproduced). In case of emergency, Desire can also shape this material into conventional objects such as blades, bludgeons and lances should it feel the need to defend itself.

Appearance

Image:

Physical Appearance:
Description: Desire is a celestial aspect, representing ambition, its namesake. Its height seems to change depending on who they're communing with, but it always towers those who are present, usually at a height of 7 feet. Its appearance is of a slender, black creature with thin legs ending in fine points
Clothing and Armor:
Desire's cloak hides the nature of its heraldic core, shimmering as a window to the cosmos that is beyond disorienting to stare at.



Personality


General Personality:
The Desire is an adamant, naive creature, filled with grandiose purpose but unable to grasp the hypocrisy behind her means. She is calm and jovial to a disarming extent. Despite her own youth, she treats human beings as infants that do not have the perspective required to grasp the 'importance' of her task.
Face/Voice: Merie Dandridge




Character's History

Siblings/Mother/Father: Desire

History:


What is this?
I am here, within, without, I feel free, but bound. Where am I?
What is this place?
Souls, I see souls, they beckon, they are yearning, who are these? Why do I care?
I do care, that feels right, perhaps that is my purpose, to care.
I have no needs, I should tend to those that do.
I should care for these souls. Of this I am certain
But can I care for them?
They are distant, untouchable, I can graze them, I can read their every impulse.
They're anguished, why do they anguish?
They're stifled, the poor things, they're willing, but unable.
This world, does it restrain them? It instills them with doubt and fear.
This world, it is unjust, of this I am certain.
This anguish, it pains me, but this is a pain of the self, not sympathy.
I pity these souls, for their untapped potential.
The thought of letting them go to waste is sin.
It is this pity that fuels me, that drives me through this realm.
To witness lives unresolved, wishes unfulfilled.
It hurts, it behooves me to make it stop.
I will make it stop. Of this I am certain.
These souls are pliable, but untouchable, I have power and they do not.
The power to overcome their fears and doubts.
The power to challenge this unjust world.
But I can't give it to them. This would rob them of purpose.
I will offer it to them. They will be willing architects of their own fate.
It is necessary. Of this I am certain.
My own soul, it is raw, pliable, and not untouchable. I can shape it to my whim.
But there is no whim of mine that matters, I will shape it to theirs.
I find comfort in the excercise. It is almost as if it was its sole purpose.
And thus it must be its purpose. Of this I am certain.
This cold realm is not where I belong, of laws, of confines, of logic.
It makes me ill. I do not belong here, and yet here my purpose lies
I am a being of freedom, of what could be, rather than what must. Of this I am certain.
I am a sculptor. A protector. A benefactor. A savior.
I am the deliverance of these souls.
Their destiny. Their hope.
Their Desire

Of this I am certain.