Vesuvius

## Capt. Vesuvius Cecelia

BORN TO DIE ABERRANT IS A FUCK Kill Em All 1993 i am depths king 410,757,864,530 PLUNDERED BASTIONS

## OOC Information

### IGN

anglerraptor

The life of a fisherman was simple; serene. It was a life that Vesuvius Cecelia lived with contentment.

Vesuvius, or ‘Ves’, was a dockworker in a bay town just an hour’s or so trip away from Fallespont, having worked there for just over 10 years, starting after his second divorce.

His first relationship was one of indifference; he had two children and a husband at that time, a suburban dream, white picket fence house and all – and it made him feel empty. He had originally thought it was his transition (FtM) that was the problem in that regard – yet, even years into said transition, something was still missing. He initiated the divorce himself, looking for greener pastures.

He did not find any such pastures in his next marriage, though, he did find a spark along the way.

Dabbling in as many subjects as he could to find his ‘thing,’ something clicked when he took an introductory course to marine biology. All of it fascinated him, filling him with a childlike sense of wonder.

Additionally, in those classes he would meet his ex-wife, Ivory Atticus, who was also a fellow divorcee; they found solidarity in each other and their interests, and their relationship quickly escalated. She had a kid from her previous marriage – a snarky little fucker by the name of Archer – whom Vesuvius was quite fond of.

The relationship didn't work out in the end for the same reasons his first one didn't; Vesuvius’ love was, evidently, not quite suited for other people. He kept in touch with Ivory’s kid once he went off to college, expressing some interest in joining him, though ultimately deciding that he was just too simple of a man for the education system.

All was not for naught; he still had that spark. A man twice-divorced, now realising his one true love had been none other than the ocean itself.

He found his happiness in that bay town just off of Fallespont, working as a fisherman at their docks. He was never a socially-orientated man, so he didn't mind being by himself for the extended periods of time required for the job. He revelled in it, in fact; even when alone, with nobody else in sight, there would be a smile upon his face.

## This Barren Earth

In June of 1993, Vesuvius headed up to Fallespont for his bi-yearly ‘seeing the kids’ trip. It wasn't that he didn't love his kids, he just didn't like being in the city that long. He always stayed for only a week or two.

In June of 1993, the Aberration Event would occur. Every inhabitant of Fallespont, and the city itself, would be obliterated immediately in the catastrophic cosmic fallout. Vesuvius was no exception.

In the midst of this atomic chaos, a reaction sparked within the dust; the energy of the Depths itself and whatever was left of Vesuvius began to combine.

With the force of the Depths being the primary contributor, the form that was slowly piecing itself together could not be contained in a dimension it didn't belong to.

Vesuvius awoke anew in the flaming fields of the Depths, his body a distorted replication of what it previously was, now composed of compressed ash and the strange flora of the foreign dimension.

Vesuvius wasn't too upset with the outcome. Though utterly confusing, It was better than being dead.

What he was upset about was the lack of water.

The Depths was scorching dry; its rivers and lakes and oceans consisting of molten lava. Its searing heat allowing not even a molecule of hydration to pass through its air.

Self-hydration was not a problem, Vesuvius had no need for it in his new body. What he craved was his subject of interest. His life’s passion, what he had spent countless years pouring his heart into – torn away from him, unable to exist in the world he resided in.

Even worse yet, when portals to-and-from Terrian – now Aberrant – began to open, he found he could not pass through them. Every time he tried, an unseen force stopped him from doing so. The energy of the Depths was holding him back; almost as if it were taunting him, he felt.

## And Yet, I Fish

Months, years, then decades passed with unsuccessful attempts to pass through the portals. Every day he dreamed of the ocean; yearning for its cool breeze and the fascinating creatures that lay deep beneath its surface. It drove him mad to have it within arm’s reach, yet unable to be grasped.

He would begin to recreate oceanic commodities suited for the vast lava bodies of the Depths as a coping mechanism. Boats, docks, seaside shacks – all of them useless in the barren molten oceans of his new home. Though it helped, It wasn't enough to satiate Vesuvius.

At a point, Vesuvius had fully lost his mind. Going by the self-proclaimed title of 'Depths King,' he would take on the role of a pirate captain at the wheel of the ship he had built and named the Anchor of Asphodel. The native boarfolk of the Depths stood no chance against him as he plowed through their bastions, plundering them for all their worth.

All of this he did alone; remaining a captain without a crew. That was until, somewhere along the way, he picked up a scrawny man with vampiric tendencies by the name of Elijah Cohen. The details of the relationship that subsequently formed between them is unfathomable and unknowable, and thus remains up to interpretation. Regardless, somehow, the two became inseparable.

Once the threshold of a century within the hellscape of the Depths had passed, Vesuvius had reached his limit. A hundred years’ worth of isolation from his passion had condensed into a primal, cosmic rage.

Through sheer willpower and determination, he tore his own portal through the fabric of reality; one that he could pass through.

He was welcomed back to Aberrant with the open arms of the ocean’s waves. At last, success.

Though his form was much weaker in his home dimension now and could not remain there for long without heeding the call of the Depths, he could not have cared less. He was merely ecstatic to, finally, be able to resume what he had been forced to abandon so long ago. His visits to Aberrant would remain plentiful from then on.

## Golden Years

Vesuvius' frequent return trips to Aberrant eventually began to loosen the grip that the Depths had on him. He had been able to keep his body intact by absorbing the elements that made up his body from around him, such as the soul sand beneath his feet or the spores from a forest of warped fungus. By existing on Aberrant more often than the Depths, he inadvertently altered his own form by being in absence to those elements.

Vesuvius' form, at a base level, would always be bound to the Depths itself; his atoms having melded with its core energy after his obliteration in the Aberration event. Thus, his body could only absorb elements that were present in the Depths themselves. Aberrant and the Depths shared no such elements, with only a single exception; gold.

Vesuvius already had a decent amount of gold integrated into his body, with his teeth, scars, and even pupils being gilded with the mineral. Though now, with nothing else to absorb during the times he made his presence on Aberrant, his body was left no choice but to take in nothing but pure, concentrated gold.

His internal chemistry changed, replacing his Depths-bound insides with molten liquid gold. No longer weakened by existing in Aberrant, Vesuvius could now safely traverse between the two dimensions, as he was now predominantly made up of an element that existed in both places.

The Depths King could not have been happier, as he now had the best of both worlds and double the plundering territory at his fingertips.