ABRIDGED TIMELINE

accurate dates between events are unknown due to the massive lifespan of a vhrosevphaelian.

• LIKES

tea & coffee. honey. knives & rifle cleaning. warm blankets. victory. gardening. digging. traveling. tailoring, weapon, & jewelry making. apothecary & chemistry works. long baths. dusty books & sketching. playing piano. astronomy.

• DISLIKES

bright lights & loud noises. nosy individuals. prideful individuals. difficult clients. bland foods. royalty & authority. those who harm children. too much humidity.

verses + alt universes.

VERSES TO BE ADDED SOON:

BALDUR'S GATE. SCIFI / TSURIS MOSAIC. COWBOY. CYBERPUNK 2077. CONTRACTOR / MILITARY. WITCHER. DRAGON AGE. BODYGUARD. LETHAL COMPANY.

On a so-called ‘soft punishment’ encouraged by his people for being a whistleblower, Slisaeqiothske is assigned to overseer new macrocosms. Our universe, its planets mere blank slates, one in particular able to foster life and worth cultivating with the push of a finger from time to time.Having nothing better to do, Slisae watches Earth grow and change, often causing historical changes and advancements in human society. He was rumored to be the serpent, the great dragon in the garden of Eden in the Bible, maybe Judas, and his actions and appearances in many forms spurned many fictional accounts and myths of the devil himself. It’s all a blur ; his shapeshifting and knack for making new faces placed him in many absurd situations with no solid explanation.Perhaps the witty and cynical Diogenes was him. Maybe he was Nicolas Flamel and created the Philosopher’s Stone. Unexplained manuscripts of unknown origin and language could be his. Maybe he showed people he could turn anything to gold and humans rushed to replicate the alchemy. Maybe he whispered the story of the Fountain of Youth to Alexander the Great and Ponce de Leon. Perhaps he was Nostradamus. Stoked up the Satanic Panic. Sighed something wistful about the God Particle and antimatter. Maybe he killed the dinosaurs or had an affair with your great-grandmother. His silhouette does look very close to the Flatwoods monster cryptid of myth, doesn’t it? Didn’t D.B. Cooper vanish with no trace like he does? Probably knows what is going on in the Bermuda Triangle. We’ll never know. He’s not telling. But he’s mostly attributed to the old, patient grim reaper nowadays.You might see him as a human, Sydney Rieper, a wallflower at your bars, or a dark, tall, demonic silhouette watching you from a hallway. His low-profile lifestyle is funded by his work as a high-profile “fixer” who only takes a few tasks a year, going by many rotating aliases, Phantom, Reaper, Mr. Nobody, Greyman, doubt_that ; targets vanish without a trace. Besides, there are no gods here — god is dead, we killed him.

WORK IN PROGRESS // OUTDATED (a lil)slisae is still a vhrosevphael (sorry. i love my species. i put them places. we put up with it.). they lived along the same time as the ancients. they were more than willing to put their efforts to align with hydaelyn's, working across the shards to balance the offsets of aether, working against the ascians. they do not like eikons in the slightest and create conflict against 'gods' immediately, but saw hydaedyn's efforts and goals as benevolent.as masters of aetherial manipulation and a deep understanding of the void, they were considered raw voidsent elementalist mages. this caught the eyes of some and caused many casualties in the wake of being tediously captured & placed into comatose chambers by the allagan empire for the sake of research and science. the power and ability that came from this research played a part in plenty of aetherochemistry and bioengineering creatures. not many of these pods survived intact, one of the few that did was chosen as an incredibly powerful and capable vessel for the ascian, halmarut (i haven't seen him used yet *(yet) so — yoink, gives him plot). with the mastery to use darkness and absorb even more aether as a life source, there could be no better vessel to inhabit.halmarut keeps slisae out of commission by a powerful cocktail of natural barbiturates and aether poisoning to keep him at bay while the ascian keeps use of his body. slisae is not happy, and when he is awake, he’s in a constant state of bloodlust and fury in the back of his own mind.post-release from halmarut: timeline wise slisae breaks free of his cage and ejects halmarut from his body depending on writing partners, it can be post stormblood up to early endwalker.other info: slisae is considered an all rounder. he’s old as fuck and has had the time to learn all classes! he excels mainly at reaper since it always has been his basic motif, and does a decent job at dark knight, warrior, black mage, and astrologian. but in reality, he's more about hand and land skills. he’s a no-lifer bored old man, folks.slisae prefers hanging around uldah, the lochs, amh arang, and most other really desolate and empty lands. you will not get him to set foot in azys lla again. ever. he loves the thule, it reminds him of home.he usually keeps his face covered or under a hood but he can be passed off as an abnormally large au ra.as of dawntrail: he is still nomadic and searching for disturbances to balance — when he's not fishing, gathering, studying, or getting blitzed off some concoction.

Foreigners to this realm, Slisaeqiothske and his kind are rare and ambiguous in origin, preferring to remain largely uncaring of wars and skirmishes with little more than amusement.Often confused for a Xivilai Daedra or even a Prince by many for his looks, power, and manner of dress / armor, Slisae dabbles across Nirn — going where interest carries him, just as sarcastic and witty as M'aiq. Unlike him though, Slisae can be convinced ( rarely ) to trade items ( expect fucked up ingredients, ridiculous potions, rare wares ) and tag along on explorations as a companion — when he’s not delving in trickery and less than savory inclinations.Takes no sides in many of the wars and spits on the more haughty superiority of nearly every race. Inclined to hang around — certain guilds and factions, unfortunately.He is an entity of many faces and uses his shapeshifting prowess to remain incognito.

 CAN LOOSELY BE APPLIED TO HOUSE OF THE DRAGON AS WELL.

Vhrosevphæls are known as esoteric ancient dwellers of the Shadow Lands that sprawl out from near Asshai. Often confused for necromantic demons as they have horns and bleed black, they are also often called 'dragon-men' due to their scales, ridges, rows of teeth, glowing eyes, lofty heights, and more reptilian traits. While the bulk of them are diplomats, assassins, and spies built firmly around knowledge, wit, and stealth. Those aware of their true natures call them voidlings or abyss walkers. Many of them are shadowbinders, immune to dragonfire, immortal, and capable of living in harsh conditions.Resilient, adaptable, shapeshifting, and skilled at many forms of 'magic' — Vhrosevphæls are easily infiltrators across the lands, having no agenda other than to occasionally return home with supplies or information to be compiled to their kin.Slisaeqiothske, formerly a spymaster and berserker before the decline and isolation of the Vhrosevphæls, is primarily a transient to the lands, making use of his talents to those brave enough to find him and solicit him as a assassin or information broker. He cuts an imposing figure ( taller than The Mountain ) as a reaper with his height, bulk, and dragonglass scythe.Not completely infallible, Slisae can be harmed, weakened, or taken captive for short periods of time, and due to his disposition as a addict seeking chronic pain relief — can be taken advantage of until he snaps like the aggressive beast he is.He cares nothing for the conflicts over the Iron Throne and avoids certain banners out of pure hatred or distaste. Sometimes deals and provides with the Faceless Men — despite being heavily atheistic and openly abhorrent to all gods, new and old. Holds infinite disgust at Red Priests ( disgusted at their methods, zealotry, and 'theft' of 'magic' ) and Lannisters + some Baratheons ( it's hip to hate the monarchy + ultra rich ).Neutral and impassive about most other houses. Somewhat positive in standing with some Targaryens.

Rather than a Vhrosevphæl, Slisaeqiothske is a leviathan of the deep abyss, the uncharted trenches. I’m not doing the math, but he is proportionally larger with the massive, serpentine tail. Sporting both spikes, plates, frills, and not to mention white bioluminescence, he cuts an intimidating silhouette in any body of water, finned back cutting the surfaced the water silently.Black scaled and with fins of mottled monochromes to camouflage and fit into the natural palette of the abyss. Generally unfriendly but curious, it is debatable if he speaks to humans.Territorial and aggressive, but yet a habitual roamer, sometimes the leviathan will accidentally trail up into freshwater rivers and end up in lakes and basins, much to the chagrin of fishermen as he will hunt down large ’prize’ fish and sometimes temporarily cause chaos.

Slisae is by far one of the strangest Tzimsces to exist. Absconded and former voivode, Slisae is a fifth-generation methuselah vampire of Clan Tzimisce who grew tired of the constant conflict and shamefully ( to his affiliations, not himself, of course ) went into hiding and was considered dead, going into a long state of torpor after a rash of diableries to erase his trail. Upon being accidentally unearthed by a hurricane in the 80s the vampire stayed under the radar, finding himself blissfully ignorant and detached from the modern issues of his kind, as many methuselahs do. Or he attempts to be, not wanting to be a designated Elder. He does not keep ghouls for long and does not sire. Unlike most of his strict traditionalist kin who enjoy nothing more than power, land, title, and networking — Slisae finds discontent in sitting still and languishing and takes it upon himself to follow wanderlust. Despite his passive nature, he still has a fury and hunger in his vicissitude warped forms.Generally off-putting due to his aura and reputation, Slisae is having the time of his life and has Sabbat leanings out of ‘obligations’ to his kin, specific members of the sect, and beliefs. Due to the consequences of his age, he’s taken an unfortunate need to feed on Kindred, and while he’s able to find restraint, the addiction to being a serial diablerist is still there along with a thirst for knowledge while barely tiptoeing the lines of the Masquerade.

The Vur Fhuard is gone. When the long-standing natives with a natural affinity to biotics without needed augments and other esoteric abilities who called the volcanic shale planet home were faced with the reach of the Reaper invasion, the Vhrosevphæls would rather self-destructively fight to the death and deciding they would go out on their own terms and latched to the Reapers to take as many of the parasites down with them as they plummeted. Too prideful to become husks like the Collectors and puppets with their abilities used for ruin, those rare few susceptible to indoctrination were more than willing to cause to destruction of their planet and technology in order to ensure large casualties to both sides, leaving those immune to indoctrination to flee or perish in the honor of combat.Any abroad members of the ancient species were now cast wayward and into hiding as the last of their kind, more than aware of their homelessness with a solemn apathy, as what comes from trained warriors. Slisae is no different and taken into hiding as well, aiding in the millennia-long belief that the enigmatic Vhrosevphæls are extinct and no more. Historically, like the Protheans, the long-lived Vhrosevphæls looked down upon most races ( to a lesser degree ) but chose to live an aggressively isolationist culture, avoiding contact with other species unless necessary. They feel rather strongly against such things as slavery and tyranny, threatening other species and colonies that employ such methods. Presently, the remaining dozens or less have changed their mindset on cooperation, despite remaining hidden in plain view.When not working as a efficient and elite mercenary, information dealer, and black-market exchanger, he does often appear in the Citadel very, very sparsely, albeit covered from head to toe, sometimes masquerading as a different species with his shapeshifting.

❝ A ‘KNIGHT’ CAME, SER — HEAD TO TOE IN BURNISHED BLACK ARMOR AND TATTERED ROBES, TALL AS A TREE. — HE SAID HE’D OFFER HIS SERVICES, BUT HE’S GOT A FOUL MOUTH. ❞Hailing from an area he doesn’t talk about, Slisaeqiothske is an intimidating and scornful knight-for-hire sometimes called 'Reaper' or 'the Old Dragon'. Is he even a knight at all — ? We just don’t know! Either way, nobody questions it because of how good he is at his job. He’s dedicated in action ( not in heart though, ‘cause he’ll still toss barbs or the occasional blunt condescending spit while doing said good job ), direct, and vigilant. He takes his position very seriously but he never beats the ominous allegations about how nobody has ever seen him out of his armor or the veils he dons, how the body under the metal leaks with black smoke and ink — or how unflinchingly efficient he is, how brutally he cuts down those in the way of those he is assigned to guard or do tasks for. Sometimes he looks like a proper knight, other times, most times, a fucking nazgul.Despite the filigree of his armor, he remains ever crass, mannerless, and cruel.

After an unsurprising failure on peace talks following the communications of the Illuminate, the Vhrosevphæls of the Vur Fhuard are more than aware of the transgressions of Super Earth. And it’s not the Illuminate that everyone should worry about, it’s the Vhrosevphælian infiltrators who have taken to being sleeper cells amongst many lifeforms to continue their observation and propaganda in offense of the ‘Democracy’.Slisaeqiothske, is one of these infiltrators ( 'Infiltraitors’ as they are monikered). He is one of the 'capeless ones’ that appears on the battlefield, and while most Infiltraitors, appear to work alongside their 'peers’ as ( fake ) Helldivers, they aren’t all they seem and appear to be — biding their time while playing pretend.Slisae, however, disillusioned at both sides, plays all sides, collecting intel and sowing doubts while fighting 'alongside the enemy’.tldr; embracing the satire, big eerie uncanny valley man shoot guns and ambles around in the distance like a horror story, wartime ghost.

SCP-6980 is a tall, humanoid entity of unknown species or origins that is intelligent and capable of persuasion and umbrakinesis among other unknown skills. SCP-6980 is kept in an experimental metallic-glass, 400 square foot cage with high-powered lights no less than 20,000 lumens focused in the center of the cage. Under no circumstances are the lights to go off in this chamber. Should power fail in the facility, generator power is supplied to this chamber to retain high a high level of light. 6980 needs little to no sustenance despite its attempts to be given it as a ploy to attempt a breach. SCP-6980 is capable of civil communications and will speak to personnel under specific circumstances. SCP-6980’s holding cage is heavily lighted as to keep its abilities in check and force it to remain in a weakened state. Only high-level personnel can issue an order to have these lights dimmed to allow it to rest under supervision under agreements of SCP-6980 acting as a Thaumiel force. Upon satisfactory actions, SCP-6980 can be given books or desired objects. SCP-6980 is known to deceptively lay in wait to convince individuals to enter its chamber to cause fatal harm or release it. Under the circumstances of personnel death within the chambers, maintenance, or cleaning, SCP-6980 is to be temporarily neutralized to remove objects and retrieve any remains. It is imperative that surfaces remain clean and free of substances and minimal shadows are cast within this chamber as much as possible.Incident-6980-38a: SCP-6980 fatally mauled a personnel Class Level D that entered the chamber under the pretense of leaving an object in a specified area while SCP-6980 was seemingly neutralized. Shortly after the personnel’s death, SCP-6980 devoured large amounts of flesh as a show of dominance before filling the cage with a thick, black unidentified mist.Incident-6980-37b: SCP-6980 convinced Dr. ███████ to attempt a release after several interviews. It is apparent now that Dr. ███████ was under a form of vocal brainwashing or persuasion from SCP-6980. Following this event, when neutralized, SCP-6980 is to be muzzled.Incident-6980-45d: Under the orders of Dr: ████ SCP was contained and allowed admittance to contact SCP-017. The entity was observed to act amicable and spoke enthusiastically to SCP-017 and no aggression was noted between the two entities.Addendum from Dr. █████████: “Psychologically manipulative bastard. SCP-6980 (has confirmed it’s name to be “Slisaeqiothske”) is observant and known to be obsessed with prying into the lives and getting to know the staff it comes in contact with, building an expectancy of passive behavior before inevitably reacting with deadly force. It amuses itself with provocation towards others and a unique ability to shapeshift and mimic the voices of individuals when it conserves enough energy. Consider putting in a notification to change SCP-6980 Object class from Euclid to Keter as soon as possible with consideration to the death of Asst. Researcher █████ ████. SCP-6980 picks out victims based upon personal connections to use as a source of provocation to lure individuals into the chamber.“Addendum from SITE DIRECTOR: ALL FURTHER REWARDS TO SCP-6980 FOLLOWING SATISFACTORY BEHAVIOR SUSPENDED PERMANENTLY FOLLOWING THE FATAL STABBING OF DR. █████████ BY A SECURITY GUARD POSTED TO SCP-6980.

His kind cast him out to Earth they cursed him to take the form of what he was most: a serpent. Damned and ill-fated into the form of a snake, Slisae must find a way to convince one to forgive and care enough about his real personality and past to return to his true form and break the curse. It’s up to you to decide if his true form is more repulsive and unexpected of a transition. This isn’t Beauty and the beast where he becomes a handsome human, oh no.Until then, he’ll coil into your sock drawer in the shape of an oversized, burnt cinnamon bun to sulk. He is capable of communicating in short bursts of telepathy but is quick to tire, he also attempts a decent amount of writing with his tail or mashing his face into things to provide context.

soon.WORK IN PROGRESS

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nightclubs, pubs, + gentlemen's clubs: slisae is a silent observer and relaxer on his time off. he likes to watch, tips heavy, and usually minds his own business, but absolutely has a penchant for bar fights.

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