Candle's Art Book

Protogen - Viscera

The impressive and vaguely vampiric armory officer, Viscera was a rather important if mysterious aspect of the crew of the Divine Intervention. Upon the team dissolving, Viscera was quickly scooped up by Ruination, and they joined his team with haste, as his team had many rather esoteric, or gross, Flows.

Viscera has had a tumultuous history with themself, always finding something new to focus on and criticize, if only privately and to only themself. Viscera sees themself as just another protogen, maybe having a somewhat powerful if gross Flow. They've experienced a lot, and have a hard time dealing with it all.

As the holder of the Boson Flow of "Hemokinesis", or just simply Blood Control, or Blood Bending as Axel so rightfully claimed, many are off put by Viscera. Either by their name, and the ironically visceral images that come with the word, or by their power.

Viscera is once again the armory and weapons officer of a team, but even amongst other weird Flow Wielders like Ruination or Carrion, they find themselves singled out again, mainly due to their individual quirk - only being able to drink blood.

A genetic quick seen too late to be able to be fixed before their creation, Viscera can only drink blood for sustenance, and that is often the linchpin in not being able to make fast friends with anyone. Nonetheless, they manage.

They are often seen in the armory, sitting in the hidden room behind the armory, an expansive area. There they try on different clothes, and generally just sleep until they are needed.

A protogen with a weird connection to gender identity, and a weird quirk with their own biology, and with a great and powerful Flow, Viscera received her Black Letter like all the rest, and they maintain that they will always heed the call if need be, and they will answer it

Story - Second Skin

Blood was warm.

The literal lifeblood of everything, the red substance that flowed through veins, the ichor that everything was pushed forward by. It flowed, it was warm, it was soft and comforting. It splattered, it painted, it was life itself.

Viscera gripped their paintbrush tightly, shaky claws barely able to keep ahold of the wooden handle. They traced the outline of the sketch, red lines forming and bleeding through each stroke with the bristles. They narrowed their eyes, shivering, cold.

Their blood flowed from fingertips, from the claw tips, the red enriched substance bleeding Boson Energy as it was splattered across the canvas. It was a bright, neon red, though as it dried it became near black. It provided excellent art.

Viscera sighed, shifting the brush in their claws, before letting it rest - their mind was elsewhere, outside of the space it needed to be to paint. Too much, too scattered, to properly draw such a relaxing scene. A scene of a river, of trees and grass and rocks and mountains.

Where Viscera wished they could go.

Their paws patted the ground as they began to pack up their things, placing the brush on the easel, compacting the easel into itself for storage. Cleaning up any blood that dripped by controlling it, forcing it up, rehydrating it and re-introducing it to their bloodstream.

People disliked Viscera.

They weren't sure why people disliked them - they were considered an invaluable asset in some areas, and they knew they were strong - but people still disliked them.

Viscera could understand some hesitancy, their Flow could be seen as grotesque, her genetic quirk of feasting on others blood was even more abnormal but not unnatural. Off-putting, maybe, but not viscerally unsettling.

Through the galaxies they traveled, through the Fold-Streams and the planets, they only really stayed put in their room, or in the armory attached to it. A recluse, a protogen that just hid from others, not for their own safety, but for the other's comfort.