User:Xho/Random Things

Kicathian Opinion of 21st Century Humans
"Humanity. A race with philosophies that question their own purpose, their own existence of life. They question life beyond their planet, Earth, and attempt to give means to an existence that is short through the means of religion. Unfortunately, their existence and collective societal mind is primitive at best. There among the few, who stand above and aside from social dogma, realise truths of their own working. However, they know of limitation, they know of their own dangers. Yet they do not listen to it. They are vulnerable. They play folly to their own desires for supremacy; monopoly."

"Their psychologies are of questionable natures. It makes them a weak race. Divided, their psychologies are influenced by societal value and doctrines implemented in a time before civilisation realised its own flaws. Religions. A capitalistic oversight. Ideologies conflict. It was clear since the dawn of early civilisation, that their existence would be sustained by violence. There, in absence of any attempt to speak for their race, the weak are to be culled. Their existence is based on survival by the most primitive means rather than peacefully. Attempts have been made."

"There is no clarity upon who is the true evil in their race. They believe that dictatorship that promotes heavy social control, a lack of freedom, is the true evil. Equality aside. The nations considered most free, most powerful and that who makes so many attempts to achieve peace are less equal than those who are controlled by their state. They have questioned this, but do nothing to find a solution. Is this a weakness?"

"Those who claim power over states are all as evil as each other. Our share of history, under the rule of family, an Imperator. Good, Evil and all spectrum between. Freedom to them is illusionary. Society evolves to divide good and evil, when, to them, freedoms do not exist. They are all controlled by one common share. To survive. Whatever means necessary."

"However, there is one admirable trait of their existence. Their capacity to love is highly assuring. Despite their misguidance from their struggle to survive, it becomes a cooperative effort to a psychologically personal matter for others. They grieve for their loss and love unconditionally. It reminds us of our own tendency to share one partner in our lifetime. However it is tainted by their craving to manipulate. To be in control. The only beings that may control us are beings that cannot be defined by any mortal coil."

Description of Kithworto
''"He stood tall for a Kicath. Perhaps ten or so centimetres taller. At their height, it may not seem like a difference, but he stands a head's height taller than your average one. His frame is toned, muscular; muscular enough for the lines of his arms and legs, and torso to have shadows cast upon them. His shell, the exoskeleton was oddly transparent. There was a ominously dark sheen to it however, an onyx black. The skin under his shell could be seen with a considerable observation. It was as black as the sheen on his exoskeleton, but the most unnerving trait of his skin was that his blood vessels illuminated his skin. It was not the common colour of a blueish purple, but a carmine red. It gave colour to his colourless frame, a red hue passing through his body and pulsed with each beat of his heart. Each vessel was countable. Across his skin was the markings - the birth tattoos - of the Aknatazán household. It seems that the tattoos changed hue with his skin, as they were barely visible - almost pitch black themselves."''

"His horns are short into his body; well kept and well tempered. Unlike the yellow or blue that Kicath usually bear, his horns were indistinguishable from carved hematite. It was a glossy black, in which I could see my own reflection in. There seemed to be highly intricate indentations in his horns, possibly natural. The horns upon his tail were very well redesigned, in a similar colour. It was made to appear like a naturally hewn spike from his flesh."

"The most striking part of his appearance however was his face. It was remarkably divine for any Kicath; his eyes were sunken, but there were no natural wrinkles around his sockets that followed. The colour of his eyes were even more striking than the entirety of his face; they were a similar red to the vessels that so marked his body in huge enormity. The plates upon his head were in perfect symmetry, and met at the top of his head in an equally perfect pattern. His front cranial horn was at a perfect ratio to his head. His crests also followed an iridescent visual; black in one light and red in another. They all met at the bottom with an uncommon pattern; seven threads on each crest. It is perhaps most common to see three threads on most Kicath. Uncommon to see more than four and very rare to see seven."

"His teeth were a bright silver, which was perhaps the most commonplace feature of his body. They were also in an oddly perfect shape, perfectly symmetrical."

"Aside from his appearance, his stature was to say nothing less than grandiose beyond measure. He commanded and swayed authority without speech, without request. Each blink from his eye was a memory in my mind, and every passing gaze sent shudders down the spines of those whose eyes met his. He stood legs apart and his arms folded. His tail wrapped around his legs in close protection. His shoulders stood wide apart and far back."

"His voice was, for him, surprisingly calming. It diffused the tension when he spoke, but his authority was there nonetheless. The dissonance in his voice was not as far present as it was in most Kicath, and was somewhat higher pitched than average. His voice was clean and understandable, and spoke far slower and tentatively than every other being in the room; needless to say he was understood without even being given commands."

Psychological Diagnosis
"Handy in the real world manipulation of objects and events, you are easily enthused by practical projects. You often ignore or conveniently forget rules and boundaries that limit your freedom. This need for freedom extends even to the personal sphere and though you are kind and gentle, you will often be hard to pin down to a monogamous lifestyle. Because you tend to verbalize so seldom, you can be seen as phlegmatic or impassive. In moments of high tension you can often surprise those around you with a lighthearted or humorous remark. Because of your facility with the physical world, you are often engaged in sports that require dexterity, such as motorcycling or hang gliding. You will rarely have time for flights of fancy or unproductive discussion. Constraints on your freedom will be regarded as a personal attack."

Character Questions and Answers
Santorakh=


 * Question from Colby Stevens: Alright, buddy. Let's say that you were out for a night on the town, and suddenly, in the window of a department store, you see the biggest, most absolutely beautiful block of cheese that you ever did saw. But the store is closed, you can't afford the cheese, and the store is guarded by state-of-the-art laser security, neutronium grates charged with plasma, and rabid Hachiman clones. Do you still try to get the cheese block?
 * "I am a god, mortal. Or something close to that. Some kind of meta-narrative to your existence and whatnot. So what do I do? Use my walking stick to transform the laser security to cheese, neutronium grates to cheese, and the rabid Hachiman clones? You guessed it! Pan au chocolat! Wait, no. Cheese. And then the cheese block is easy pickings. Easy solutions when you have cheese powers."


 * Question: Why do you have such a rabid love of cheese? It's a bit odd for an 11D god to love a human dairy product.
 * "Eleven dimensions, six dimensions, three thousand and eight dimensions. Either way it's a bit of an incorrect quote, but I'll let that slip. I suppose dairy products are just my way of indulging myself. I actually invented the cheese board, you know. I used to be a cook. Had my entire cooking show and millions of viewers a day. Don't tell me I didn't because I did!"


 * Question from The Light Redeemer: As a fellow immortal demigod, I too have plenty of time in my schedule to indulge in the pleasures of finely-made dairy products. I have to ask, though: why, of all things, cheese? Surely you also realize the value of finely-made chocolate, or butter, perhaps. I consider myself a connossieur of butter. Also, could you describe to me the greatest cheese that you ever had the pleasure of consuming? I'm curious so that I could seek it out and try some myself. P.S.: Do you have any openings in your schedule for this millennium? We could get together and have some cheese, and we could trade notes.
 * "Be careful where you're throwing that there nomenclature. If I were an immortal demigod, I wouldn't be able to turn Antediluvian's bedside alarm clock into a Dvottie. Which I can do. At least I think I can do. I will try it later. ...Oh right yes, food. Cheese? Well. What dishes can you serve as a starter and desert?! And the best cheese I have ever had? There was a planet called Leventratek once where mortals were quite into their cheese. Or their equivalents. I tried it once and...well. It was so good, tears fell from my five eyes and I triggered the planet's implosion. But I managed to write it down in that cookbook that I leant Emperor Kitzangáven a few hundred thousand years ago. I never got it back. Mainly because when he turned up in Insomnia, his mortal head was missing. And as for my schedule...well. I am hosting a party here in Insomnia very soon. Bring your best formal clothing and be prepared for the cheese that tastes so good it will render you mortal, mortal."


 * Question from Divin-Ra: WHY. WHY. WHY. SHADOWS OF TRUE DIVINITY WE ARE ALL PLAYTHINGS OUR TORMENT CONTINUED THEIR TORMENT CONTINUES ALL-TORMENT CONTINUES COUNTLESS EYES WATCH COUNTLESS MOUTHS LAUGH ANSWER ME. WHY ARE WE HERE TO BE THEIR PLAYTHINGS. WHY. WHY. WHY.
 * "I am the very model of a modern Major-General, I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral, I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical from Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical; I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical, I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical, about binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news, With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse."


 * Question from Hachiman: So, Mr. Xhodocto, since your kinda high-up in your demonic hierarchy thing, does that mean you're a pimp? Do you get a lot of female attention, harems? Requests for dates, marriage proposals? If so, what kinda females come to you, or what sorta females do you go after?
 * "All kinds. Living. Dead. Ghosts, spirits, demons, angels...animate and inanimate. And the fact that you call me a demon. Please don't call me a demon. That's sort of...unbecoming. Perhaps you should come to Insomnia. Ladies cannot get enough of me. Or anything else at that matter."


 * Question from Gorf: Can I touch you?
 * "If you do, you'll be flayed alive, and I'll have Volim here cross dress with your skin! But you can touch Volim though. He needs the physical contact. You can also try some strawberry cheesecake while I'm at it."


 * Question: What exactly happened to your sixth eye? Did Angazhar poke it out or something?
 * "There's a funny story about that. There was once a man from Peru, who dreamed he was eating his shoe. He woke up with a fright in the middle of the night to learn that his dream had come true. ...Well, no. The actual story goes is that I tore out my own eye and turned it into an artefact like those there Eyes. I then stuck it on my walking stick as a pommel...because I felt like doing it. Don't judge me, mortal. I've seen what you do when you're alone."


 * Question from : God of Madness? I'm aroused. When I first learned of your ways, I was so incensed with sexual rage that I punched a homeless man in the face and screamed "Sex party!" into the planetary intercom system on Orbispira. My question is: How do you feel about having a name that many consider to be unattractive? When I first heard it, I assumed that you were a new brand of laxative.
 * "Well aren't you a ray of sunshine? You know, I'm not only the God of Madness. I'm also the Horseman of Famine, a Fashion Designer, extradimensional culinarian, sports representative, photographer, professional pornographic move director...the list goes on. And on. And on. And. On. Also, the name 'Santorakh' is just a name you all gave me. I could be called Hachiman the Rabbit and still be as powerful! At least, that's how I think it works. I will have to ask myself later."