Paint

Jerilyn 'Paint' Lightbrush
Ascendant Golem
Female!*
167
5'9''
The Lowdown - I'm a golem! That's the lowdown. Uh. Other stuff, though. I mean, golem isn't very descriptive, and it certainly leaves a lot to question considering my apparent possession of flesh and bones and, y'know, a tummy. (That thing is important, too~) Well. Basically, I was part of an effort by a very old and now dead civilization to combat an evil that they predicted would happen about, oh, six hundred years after the whole world decided they didn't need them anymore. Uh. I was a lot more golem-ish when I came out of my sleep. I'll explain in more detail later but basically I ate half of the people in my homeworld. And. Destroyed the bad thing. So there's that. Nowdays, I'm pretty happy-go-lucky, though I have bouts of extreme depression occasionally. Lots of regrets about eating so many people, I mean. Um. I'm pretty nice, though~ And mischievous~ And. Cute. Definitely cute. Switch!
*Gender's malleable thanks to a plethora of magical abilities.

Early History
So basically, in the world I was from, there was these race of humanoids who were basically, uh, humans but a lot smarter and a lot stronger. Near perfect except they had horrible birth rates and had really long gestation periods. That coupled with universal hate of how smug they were lead a lot of the races on that world to try to kill them. For the most part, none of them succeeded, but they decided to band together eventually and they were overrun. Before they were, though, one of these old folks gave a sobering warning of terrible things to come, and warned of an impending death for the entire world! They neglected to mention that they made me, and about five hundred and ninety nine other golems in order to combat this impending death, and simply let us sleep for a good six or so hundred years before that death decided to show its face. Most of us didn't make it through the six hundred years of sleep due to a lot of weird magical stasis problems, though. In fact, I only know of about six or seven golems who made it out alive, and the only two who were really around -me- most of the time we were awake for those first few years was this golem named Mask, who was a furious fireball of a thing, and this other jerk golem named Chain. We didn't exactly all get along all the time, but Mask and I shared a pretty deep bond for awhile. Chain, the only three of us who could talk, tried to boss us two around, and eventually, we ended up near-murdering him and sending him into exile.

But. See. The problem with us is that initially, Mask and I didn't exactly have a conscience. I had this constant, agonizing hunger, and I felt like I had to eat everything in sight. Mask felt like it was his duty to challenge every single thing on the face of the planet to a duel to the death, too. We caused a lot of chaos and destruction and made things worse in the wake of this horrible dude called The Outsider -- our world's supposed death. However, when Mask and I finally met him, we battled it out. It was something else. Something massive. It left deep scars in the earth and altered entire landscapes. But we beat him down pretty bad. Afterwards, Mask became furious for some reason and started clawing at his head, stumbling around and beating his fists against the ground. His uh, mask started to break and I was afraid he might be dying. Instead, though, it cracked open and beneath, I could see. Skin. Real, human skin. And this dark blue hair. He had these bright, vivid green eyes that could stare into someone's soul and break it in half. He looked at me with those eyes of his for a moment or two, then stood up, the rest of his golem-self shedding from him. He looked burdened. Then, he left. I was still a hungry golem for awhile after that, but I kept thinking about those eyes. Then. One day. I woke up.

I can't exactly put it into words, but it was like suddenly waking up from a dream of murderous rampaging horror, except when you wake up from it, you realize that it all happened. I recoiled at myself and I immediately wanted to die. When I looked at my own hands, they wouldn't stop trembling, and looking at myself in the mirror made my stomach twist into tight knots. I felt the weight of everything I had done, and I understood Mask's eyes. My own mask started to crack and break, and when it did, I sobbed uncontrollably. All of those lives I had consumed caught up with me. It sucked. Like, a lot. When I came out, I was a completely different thing. Red hair, crystal blue eyes. Soft, pale skin. I didn't look like the horrifying golem that did all of those things. But even so, everyone I met eyes with knew. They knew what I was without me saying a word.

I went into hiding after everything settled down. I studied things on my own and I learned, but I didn't interact with people for the longest time. I had the idea that I didn't deserve to talk to anyone or anything after what I had done. And after figuring out that I couldn't die for whatever reason, I felt that I was cursed. I was in the darkness for some time. Nearly a hundred years. Things changed, though, when a girl named Rei sought me out. She had Mask's eyes. Brilliant. Green. Piercing. She stuck around even though I told her to leave me alone and for all of my grumbling, she just chuckled. Then, she told me not to be so hard on myself. (We're pretty much best friends now. Even if she is a total geek.) She had the audacity to tell me that what I did wasn't my fault. I wanted to kill her and I fought her casual dismissal of what I'd done with everything that I was. For weeks, she just hung around, let me sob and whine and cry and be miserable, just telling me that it was in the past and that there was nothing I could do. Eventually, she won. And she reintroduced me to the world. So y'know, she pretty much saved my life.

Recent History

So if we skip over me getting over how shy I was of the world and how shitty I thought I was, we can get to a lot of the stuff that's happened more recently. Um. And a -lot- of stuff happened, so I'm just going to glaze over everything. Basically, I made some friends, like a mouse named Max, who I love dearly. I'd kill someone that had the nerve to make him cry. And Ruby, this beautiful and pudgy mana dragon. We sparred quite a bit back in the day, and ate a lot more after that! I also met this cute girl named Kohuda. And we fell in love for awhile. Um. Heh. W-we may have ended up having a kid, but the details are both bizarre and embarrassing, so I'll spare you. And myself. After that, I met this guy named Caligator. He seemed just as damaged and wounded with regret as I was. We clicked quite a bit, too. Then. I died.

It happened when I was sparring with Ruby one of those times. Something in my soul from giving birth to Kohuda's child had broken, and it started to manifest when Ruby and I were battling. We weren't even at our peaks! Not nearly! But just the exertion alone did something to me. I whailed and felt like I was going to melt! I was changing! Again! I didn't even know golems could change again! Ruby didn't really like where it was heading, so instead of letting it happen, she ate me. This dragon literally ate me just to contain whatever HORRIBLE THING I was going to become. And she contained me fairly well. I was scared outta my mind! And I was losing my mind, too! Eventually, I did melt. Into this disgusting black mass, apparently. Ruby managed to save a shard of my soul, though. For awhile, I didn't exist. People were worried. Especially this young guy named Flagg. He hunted down the creator of The Outsider and begged it to bring me back. (Because THAT'S A GREAT IDEA. Except it was actually not to bad because that creator was under new management. Anyways...) What he got instead was another golem, green, this time, though similar enough to me that Flagg couldn't bring himself to tell the thing to get rid of the golem. That little shit would come to be one of the biggest pains in my ass later on.
Faint. She called herself Faint for awhile, and she groaned and moaned about how horrible it was to have to live in my shadow. When I returned after nearly six months of absence, everyone was thrilled except for Faint. She was so worried that I was going to try to kill her or hide her away somewhere. So her and I fought quite a lot. We butted heads until the poor golem couldn't take it anymore. When she finally snapped, her mask broke, and she became something like me. Except. Her skin was more peachy. Her breasts were far bigger and more perky. And she had a good seven or eight inches worth of height on me. Plus a really voluptuous figure. And she had the -nerve- to complain about how horrible she had it! I became known as Paint, and she went by Jerilyn. Every other day we were fighting, and when we weren't fighting, we were um. Doing... other stuff.

One day, however, Jerilyn did something horrible. Horribly, horribly HORRIBLE. She decided she wanted a real, normal life with a real, normal mom, and a real, normal existence, and she decided she wanted it without remembering what she used to be. And this jerk. This TOTAL JERK found a way to do it. The only price? My soul. My soul. She sold me out to a goddess who believed that she was the queen of just about every gosh darned thing. And this goddess played around with me for days, teasing and taunting before she swallowed me up good and whole, letting me fester in her middle while she went on to do other things, already bored of me. I digested painfully for weeks. And after that, her body set on my soul, tearing it into pieces while still managing to shock me into consciousness. I was in agony. Then. I was dead. Gone. Erased. Mostly.

A few weeks later, she decided she regretted her decision, and she picked the bits of my soul out of the fat on her ass, then hastily reconstructed my already incredibly damaged spirit. (What with the whole intensive spiritually murdering childbirth and the being torn to fucking shreds.) I was fractured into a few different beings for awhile after that, because you can never have enough Paint, but slowly, I regained myself. And that's where I am now~ Oh. And well, there's this little geek named Faux? He's my brother. Well. Obviously, we're not related by blood, but he's close enough. I antagonize him all the time. Just for fun. Occasionally, I steal his body and modify it for my own purposes, too. A little weird, but you hush.

Super Cool Powers

So hey! It's not all bad being a golem designed to destroy world-consuming evil! I mean, I am powerful. We're talking made-to-fucking-eat-gods-from-the-getgo kind of powerful. My soul generates enough mana to make most things capable of consuming magic burst. That or develop a mana allergy. Or. Magical diabetes or something. Seriously, though! And if that wasn't enough, I have thousands of souls locked away inside my own all producing mana as well! It's not like I slave drive 'em or anything like that. Most souls just naturally produce it is all. The kind of magic I have at my disposal is world-ending! And world saving. It's been refined over the years, too. And while I can't put out all of my force at once, I have enough magic in me to keep battling far past the limits of my peers. I know spells for everything from the conventional to the bizarre to the... Eh heh heh~ Exotic. I've been known to do some shenanigans that'll cause quite a lot of people to blush~

My primary power as a golem, er, my gimmick, I guess, is that the souls I eat add to my power almost always. I can eat just about anything and anything I can't eat, I can turn into something I can eat. It's that simple. My spirit is so big, that on the inside, there's an entire world, too! And all of these souls I gobble up either go there, or get locked deep, deep down where they can't do any harm to anyone ever again.

Also, I have developed a sort of trance magic that involves getting in tune with the world. The way you do it is by, well, dancing! It doesn't involve any sort of magical force from one's own soul. Instead, it's about becoming in tune with the natural frequency of the universe, and it can be used to devastating effect. Seriously devastating! We're talking the ability to riverdance lightningbolts down someone's throat. Um. The tradeoff is that when I get shunted out of the trance, it has some dire effects on my body. I've been torn apart from the inside out from going too deep into a trance! It's my trump card. It's for when everything else doesn't work. It takes people over a hundred years to develop the technique properly~ Luckily, I have y'know, an indeterminate lifespan so I can keep working on it. I've got it down that I know the emotions behind each step so well that I can start my trance off on the first move. It's something else~

Finally, Rei insists that I should note this, but ugh. Alright so there's these people called Psions who train their whole life in order to extend their will outside their bodies and bend reality. And it's a really big thing in some places and Rei happens to be a psion whose power rivals my own. That or she's a lot stronger. I dunno. Anyways. She says that I'm a willful psion, which basically means that I have some incredible psionic potential, but I don't control it. In fact, I can't control it. She made a strong point of that. Willful psions like me? We don't harness the power of our minds so much as we do things like REFUSE to die. It's a way of fighting way past one's own limits, and usually it's a rare thing. There's a guy out there named Godfrey who is apparently a super powerful willful psion who used to get so pissed off that he could punch holes in the fabric of reality. Scary guy.