Agis

Agis, short for Magistrate and formerly known as Blue, is a character played during the Ashes SMP. They are some kind of iron golem-like being, and one half of The Haunted Duo alongside the SMP's victor, Pierrot. They used the Warden origin during the smp.

## Agis

Image of Agis' Minecraft Skin on their Last Life

## Character Information

### Causes of Death

Drowning/Freezing in water (2), Lava (1), Fall Damage (1), Killed by Alchemy (2), Killed by The Barrier (1)

## Player Information

### Appearance

Agis body is thin and made largely of metal, with two-segment fingers that end in razor sharp claws and a pumpkin where their head would be. The pumpkin is hollow, and carved with two angled triangles as the eyes, and a smile with two teeth along the top curve of the smile, in a way that looks somewhat mischievous.

They wear a simple blue jacket, with long light purple pants and simple brown boots. They are also always wear a long, vibrantly blue scarf, kept in perfect condition at all times. Their body has been shown to have inscriptions across the arms, legs, and torso, all of which are written in standard galactic.

### Personality

*"Baby blue buildings far above the crystal grove. Magenta plated terrace with a table and a stove. Guarded golden railings just to frame the pretty stars. Fix that old piano and the birds will fall apart." [Lyrics of the song "EEEAAAOOO," sung in character by Agis during Ashes as a nursery rhyme from their memories]*

Agis is a confident, generally graceful individual who typically has a focused and unrelenting attitude, but is also known for their righteous fury and personal sense of justice. They despise lies, and even moreso despise betrayal, striking back at those who attempt as much against them without guilt or hesitation.

They typically tend towards being amicable towards people, offering mild friendliness and conversation with those around them with the intent of developing beneficial relationships. They also tend to act in ways that suggest they see most people as beneath them, however, and will willingly watch someone struggle with something if that person has annoyed them in some way.

If someone has wronged them, they consider that person to "owe them," often personally enacting justice upon those they feel deserve it. However, once they have gotten their revenge, they become completely neutral towards the other party again, not actively enacting or enabling any further action against them from their end.

Their expectations of others are often esoteric and based on values that are not typical, largely expecting others to operate on the same basis as they do. They understand why people may be upset by their actions, but still believe these actions to be expected, considering those who get visibly upset to be weaker or less skilled than themselves for it.

Those that they are friends with, they are willing to do more on behalf of. They value taking time to do frivolous activities when possible, and believe that joy is as much of a treasure as diamonds- rare and worth holding close when found. They are also not afraid to work hard to have an advantage over others, whether it's in resources, knowledge, or location.

### History

A first memory that is screaming, clawing, desperate spirits all dragging at each other and fighting for control over one body is not pleasant.

A second memory that is the merciless retribution for crimes uncounted, blood across every surface and every life bled out of them with your claws is exponentially more enjoyable.

They did not have a proper name at their creation.  They were not even wholly sure of their own self, at that time- the memories of hundreds, thousands, conflated with their own. Outrage and hatred constantly spreading itself through every part of their body, a violence unparalleled towards every part of one's being-

Oh, now isn't that familiar? No wonder they were the one who had taken over, the one who had proved to be the strongest soul present.

Not that it meant very much. They had nothing, were left nowhere, and were... worse. Physically. Their body now metal and carved, and their vision nigh nonexistent... If they hadn't been so powerful a magician in life, they may have been completely blind, but instead they could use their magic to sense what was immediately around them, in shape even if not in colour.

The only thing they could see with perfect clarity was the flag. That accursed blue flag, hung from the ceiling as though it was worthy of pride or praise. They took the flag themselves and put it where it had always rested, curled snugly around their neck and trailing the intense hues of lapis behind them at all times.

And then they started to wander the world in search of a life worth living.

What they found was a snowy forest beside a lake and a mountain, and a world that never warmed, chilling even their steel body to nigh immobility. The false vision they used rendered nigh useless in the constant snow as it reflected back every snowflake, casting an unsure static into the air all around them. But other people had come to this place, and they shared the goal of surviving- people worth befriending perhaps, or worth having positive associations with if nothing else.

Lives were lost within the cruel icy landscape. It was worse when they all reached an edge, and then another, finding that a force was now keeping them contained within the barren tundra. A magic that they didn't recognize, even despite the wealth of knowledge and experience at their expense- at best recognizing it as a curse. A bad omen.

They ended up working alongside another who was blind like them, albeit for different reasons. Pierrot, someone powerful and quiet- somewhat amusing to them, the blind leading the blind, but the lake they'd decided to live on was solid, and the two were more than capable of handling themselves despite the disability.

Eventually people started killing.

Her mistake was trying to kill them first- cruel, cruel, cruel, and a brisk, impossible to ignore reminder of a life they had already lived. Pleasant conversations over tea where they'd been given poison and expected to drink. Parties that ended in bloodstained floors and an uneasy silence, after a failed assassination attempt.

They had never before left those who sought their life to escape still holding their own. Why in the world would they start now?

But it had to be made clear that this would not happen again in the future. They ventured to the home of that lady, and bargained for supplies- peace, in exchange for one drying rack. Just one.

A very reasonable deal, and one that was agreed upon.

One drying rack.

It became a resource that dragged the entire territory down a dark path of betrayals, distrust, distortion. Taken by those who had given it in the first place, inspiring further and further retribution. Magic of great power being stolen by one, and corrupting that person's mind by greed and mistrust. A curse that clutched and tore at the hearts of the afflicted, pushing them to further cruelty and violence.

They and their sole company didn't thrive, but they lived. Making plans, standing in defense of each other, trying to make friends with those who were around despite the dangers.

Pierrot fell asleep and, for too long, they did not wake up. They were placed in a place they would be safe, but it meant that now there was no one who stood by their side.

They did not have good fortune on their side.

Hunted down by others who recognized the disadvantage they stood at. Afflicted with the curse and forced to find someone they could kill to relieve it, fighting the spirits that bit and tore against their soul in desperation and survival. Brought against a vast group, forced to fight to free themselves or die.

How painfully familiar. How cruel.

Taunted. Threatened. Belittled. Disgraced. The fury in their heart was immeasurable- but it was colder than the icy depths of the lake they lived upon. Strangling the voices and impulses they harbored inside, under a sheet of unshakable apathy.

They marked every slight against them. Memorized every word of insult towards them, every material wasted or stolen, every action that had ever been taken against them, every lie and every instance of false blame.

A scapegoat, were they? An escape of consequences?

Those of the surface would be forced to turn against each other as they descended into the darkest depths and prepared.

Days and days of mining without rest, paths that stretched from one end of the barrier to the next, spiraling mazes branching out through the deepslate without even a single torch of guidance. Diamonds turned to armor and tools, a cave turned into a secret grove, a safe place. Tracking down every other base in deathly silence, preparing for infiltration when they had completed their work.

It was exactly as expected. With no trace of the metal being left on the surface, no possibility of tracking or challenging them in the underground, they were forced to turn on each other. Hunting parties organized only to fail to pinpoint their location, alliances broken to pieces when someone had to be sacrificed to kill to satisfy the curse.

And soon, Pierrot awoke. And they realized just how badly they had needed their support.

They had struggled immensely alone. Pierrot's re-arrival was everything. Supplies gathered together, someone to watch their back, someone to depend on, someone who had not hurt them, who was happy when they came back safe and created armor more protective than any other for the both of them. Giving a life to the exhausted construct when it was clear how far weakened their life's power had become.

They felt like more than a monster for the first time of their life.

They were happy when they came back, and heard the relief of the other.

They had stopped desperately surviving

And began to live.

Of course, to truly live, they needed a name. Prompted to choose one for themselves, rather than have one forced on them. They intended to right what wrongs had been committed against them, to be judge, jury... and executioner, as necessary. And beyond that... they sought to protect Pierrot, without a doubt, without hesitation.

Agis, then. Short for Magistrate, harkening back to the word Aegis that was similarly familiar to them.

From then on the two thrived. Still working to secure supplies for themselves, and preparing for future violence from those around them- but also collecting trinkets and delights, dancing with one another in the morning and hunting creepers for their own entertainment, laughing when they lingered just a moment too long next to one and accidentally prompted it to explode.

Within the cave that was their home, Agis used their magic to construct something befitting their history as a powerful mage. A box- a cell, made with obsidian walls and reinforced with entire blocks of both lapis and redstone. Inscribed with a spell of protection that would contain anything put inside no matter what happened, keeping them and the magic within them from escaping. It was a masterpiece, and would stand as a reminder that no matter what, they would have an answer to the curse. An answer that would not require death.

And together they got their revenge.

Debts were paid in lives and in resources. They were paid in the deaths of pets and the destructions of homes. But paid, they were then also left. Agis released each person from the wrongs they had committed and vowed neutrality. That they would no longer act against those people.

The first died immediately after, in a fire they set themselves.

The next died immediately after, a blaze of glory to reflect a lost love.

The next died immediately after, a lonely group of two that held hands as the explosions went off around them.

The next was dead by the next day. Throwing themselves into the freezing waters of the lake after lamenting to the duo and a hesitant ally that peace in the land would never be found.

Agis began to fear that a greater curse was on them. One that was not magic, but was fate- karma, even.

They became more protective of Pierrot. Afraid to leave the other's side.

That ally suffocated in stone before either of them could dig it out.

Those who were left in the territory were scarily few. Those who had interacted directly with the duo, dead forever.

A Haunted Duo. They must have been, how else could this be explained.

The last person to possess multiple lives besides themselves mocked them. All three harboring a murderous curse within them; the duo refusing to kill each other and so hunting the one.

The one threw themselves to lava until they had spent every single life they possessed.

The curse could only be cured by one killing the other.

Agis hollowly laughed. Well, while both of them being afflicted had never been expected, it was fine. The life they now held was Pierrot's regardless- they did not mind giving it to cure the other's curse.

After all, they had constructed the box for a reason.

...

A night of insanity, of a violence that forced their soul to retreat, out of control while spirits screamed their hatreds to the surrounding air. Cursing the land, the sky, any person who's name had ever found their lips, their very existence. Begging, screaming, demanding to be released from the prison they had be contained in, unable to free themselves from the inside.

The curse ran its course and in the morning Agis returned, tired but pleased. Their magic had been enough, then, to contain even themselves, someone more powerful than any other...

But the evil was not pleased

And the territory began to shrink. The border closing in around them and forcing them to abandon that place they had called home.

One other found them in the land, claimed by violence. It was a last battle, and the duo came out victorious, hoping the bloodshed had sated the evil magic that now grew closer.

It didn't stop. Looming in every direction, radiating nothing but malice and pain.

Agis had intended to find a reason to live in their wandering. A place to remain and to finally be able to exist, free of the warfare and paranoia of the last life they had lead.

They turned to Pierrot. Standing one hand in the other, able to feel the barriers closing in more than they could see it.

They gently removed their scarf, carefully placing it in Pierrot's hands, stripping themselves of their armor and supplies. Turning away from their companion but no less able to sense them with their magic. A final goodbye- because Agis had found, for a moment, the life they had wanted to live, and refused to allow the world to take it from them again.

With all of the magic of their life, pulled deep from the depths of their own soul and drawing on any scrap that still lingered in the world, they cast a final spell into the blizzard. Refusal, Retribution, Justice. Invoking that which was beyond them and demanding that it pay, that the forces of nature themselves answer for their crimes.

The curse was shattered to pieces, the barrier broken with screams and the release of the lives it had forced to their end.

One final life taken in exchange, a cost Agis did not hesitate to pay for the person they had grown to love.

### Relationships

Pierrot - Romantic Partners

Pierrot was the only person Agis ever formed a longstanding relationship with, in their time on Ashes. With everyone else there was constant betrayal, active hatred, mistrust, and retribution- but, Pierrot stood by them from the beginning. They exchanged materials, then exchanged lives, and eventually came to exchange hearts. Agis valued this connection above any other, willingly destroying themselves for the sake of saving Pierrot's life, and succeeding.