@xenon_: Awww LOL. I'll have him contact Xenon and they can meet somewhere else though. I need to edit some stuff into this bio.
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Coolly blowing a secondary cloud of smoke inhaled from the premier Cuban cigar, Andres civilly met Valerie's crystal blue eyes with his characteristic, highborn gaze. Mercy was one of the two living people aware of his previous predicament. The other surprisingly being the toddler he shared with his beloved Sheridan. Valerie was to become the third person he'd relay intimate details regarding his abrupt absence. "I was dead". He bluntly declared, his countenance's patrician character never for a second wavering, "Or rather, to be more precise", his resolute yet inherently smooth and cordial voice pausing as his features adopted a more earnest character, "The foundation of who I am, my existence was on the verge of being erased". It was not a tale that he would ever envision himself so casually sharing with friends and family around a warming fire.
He'd tell Valerie however. How could he not? He'd known her since their childhood years. At the very core of his person, the Knightfall Don was a cabalistic man, known for his secrecy, for the regal mystique he so effortlessly radiates from never sharing a single fragment of his soul. Charming and socially engrossing when required, but a cold and calculating predator in every fundamental sense. Many have become acquainted with the reputed Catalan Adonis, but only a scarce number have ever truly met who he truly was. Valerie was one such person. Andres' relationship to the golden goddess was a peculiar one. They were at one point, albeit briefly, lovers ruling the Hellfire Club with absolute authority. Though there was always a recurrent theme to how he perceived her. He could trust her. He trusted few people. Quintus, Ellie, not even Cassius could boast that they held their brother's genuine trust, yet somehow Valerie could. She was the one he requested assistance from when they famously did battle with Myrmidon in the skies of New York.
He'd never verbally admit to having this much trust in the woman, not in her presence, he was too proud. Though to some extent, he suspected that she possibly knew. If anything, Mercy would have told her. "I'm not exactly sure who they were, but they intervened when I had traveled to Charlemagne LeBeau's museum where I intended to kill him then and there. Up until that point, I had always fancied my mind as an impenetrable fortress. Anyone who dared peek inside would find their minds destroyed or irreparably damaged by a wealth of matrices, quantum patterns and whatnot that no brain, psionically aggrandized or not, should ever lay eyes upon", such was the sheer, overt complexity of what constituted his thoughts, a system of informational units, entangled qubits. "But somehow, these... people, I'm not even sure if I can call them that, they entered my mind, undeterred. Tore my consciousness from my body and flung into the depths of a nightmarish realm that I wouldn't even send my worst enemies to".
"I was in the cosmic control room of the universe. Space-time geometry, the place where the fundamental physical properties of time and space are located. A psychedelic nightmare with no end", he paused, exhaling to regain his bearings. "Bit by bit, they tore my consciousness apart until only single informational units of my thoughts remained, scattered all about a realm with no apparent end. I was not even Andres anymore at that point. How could I have been? I virtually didn't exist. No mind, no soul. Just my physical husk taken as a trophy by LeBeau to torment my family with in a display case in his museum. I would have killed him had he still been alive during my return. Fortunately, my better half", turning to cast a warm glance in Mercy's direction, "Disposed of that degenerate". Returning to the discussion at hand, he continued. "If not for Catriona seemingly popping into space-time geometry every now and then, collecting the informational units of my mind and assembling them together until I could do so on my own, those... people would have finished what they started".
And he would no longer exist, at all. Andres Knightfall would have been completely gone. "Don't tell anyone about this, Valerie", he requested as he met the White Queen's gaze. "And whoever those people were, they made the mistake of attempting to prolong my torment. I will find them, and they will pay. I'd say 'you don't f*ck with a Knightfall* but you do, people have been doing that to the Knightfalls for years. What one doesn't do however, is try to f*ck with Andres Knightfall and fail, because if you fail to kill me. Run". There was no indignation in his voice, no raised tone, only a cold, predatory edge, the poise in his visage as if he had simply stated a fact of nature. Turning to meet Mercy's gaze with doting affection, a temperate smile meets her as he chivalrously takes her hand into his, "I'm going to put a ring on that finger tonight".
The possibility that Catriona's sporadic interventions in his previous quest to restore the quantum-informational integrity of his consciousness was not conceived by infantile randomness imparted further curiosity regarding his daughter's potential intelligence. Mercy's subsequent affirmation of her belief that Catriona, even at an age when spoken language should have been beyond her ability, harbored an intimate understanding of the fundamental, interwoven continuum of physical reality, furthered the father's pride in their daughter. "In time, we will know whether or not what she did was intentional or simply a happy accident", his tenderhearted smile however, said otherwise. A scientist never believes, their way was one always dictated by facts and data, never faith.
But his smile, if there was one indication, it was that he did believe that Catriona's actions were a result of intelligent planning by their toddler. Of course Valerie knew of their daughter, she was a family friend, someone Andres held relatively close. Quintus, well, as much as he dearly cared for his brother, he was far too radical, too morally ambiguous, how he came to know of Catriona's existence, he did not know, though he certainly would have never relayed such knowledge to Quintus. As for this Zain character, the Knightfall Don knew only one logical response to that. "I don't know who that is", he impassively admitted, quickly dismissing the former Arashikage from the conversation. If Mercy trusted him, then Andres would have to rely on his partner's judge of character.
"Hmm... well, unfortunately for him, my... our daughter will not be a tool to be used in the acceleration of whatever his latest obsession is. As for Ellie, I am sure she will return in due time. For now however, let us simply enjoy what time we have to ourselves. It won't be permanent", indeed it wouldn't. Eventually, the Don would have to return to the Knightfalls.
"Catriona can speak quite well, though she tends to only do so telepathically from what I've seen", Andres began, somewhat curious regarding his daughter's deceptive intellect. "And she does so in order to preserve the image that she's no more than a harmless toddler. That is... smart, very smart actually", pride in his offspring's cleverness accumulated in his heart, drawing out a taciturn smile, "And it begs the question, is she smart enough that she actually knew what she was doing whenever she'd pop up to 'help' me restore my mind?", he rhetorically inquired, certain that this was a question that neither parent could answer. Only Catriona could dispel the uncertainty of the event, but would she? There seemed to be a gleam of mischief in the child's eye, mischief that to an extent, allowed her to play even her parents it seemed.
"I'll have to look into that". Next addressing Mercy's voiced concern over the detected global anomalies monitored by the Sicarii, the Knightfall Don pondered the implications of actually executing their 'move'. "No move, for now. I care about the world but I can't intervene at the moment. I've returned but my mind is not quite at it's optimum yet. I need more time to recover my strength. Then I will make a move, and perhaps even pay a visit to my brothers if they're still alive by then". One of the more compassionate Knightfalls, Andres did genuinely love his siblings, though his irritation with his family's antics was often roused in their presence. He would like to see them, but was more content with keeping them separate from Mercy and Catriona. He wanted their daughter to be raised in a supportive environment, free from all the plight the Knightfalls are infamous for.
"I don't want Catriona to ever come into contact with my family. The only exception is Ellie, and perhaps one day, Cassius. But Quintus", the Catalan paused, succinctly staring off into space. "Quintus is far too dangerous and his moral character is ambiguous at best. Our daughter must never meet my brother. Not until she is an adult, old enough to make her own decisions".
- Following his return, Andres underwent a process that replaced the majority of his DNA and RNA in his body with an aggrandized version of XNA (Xeno Nucleic Acid), enabling error-free replication and propagation of genetic information in his body, awarding him with a genetic structures immune from common genetic errors imparted by evolution, rendering him free of disease-causing genes while ensuring that the telomerase enzymes at the end of his DNA strands do not unravel every time his undergo mitosis, emancipating him from the effects of aging and instead biologically strengthening him as he ages etc. Primarily however, his XNA-based genetic structure causes him to be more inclined to evolve (without inheriting genetic errors such as retrovirus carrying genes) than both humans and mutants due to the foundation of evolution's potential being how much genetic information is replicated and the error in the process. The more error-prone a genetic system, the less likely it is to evolve. As a result, Andres does not refer to himself as neither a mutant nor human, instead he has christened himself an XNA-Hominid.
Once their flirtatious exchange of doting gazes had commenced, there was no retreat. Beyond the ability of scientific rationale to explain, Mercy and Andres simply gravitated towards one another. Brushing past the encompassing guests' persistent conversational attempts with a deceptively civil brand of aloof acknowledgement, the highborn Knightfall Adonis cordially transposed possession of his Blue Label glass to the person of a wandering waiter, enabling him to embrace his beloved soul-mate without restricting their succinct moment of physical intimacy. Curling an arm around his lover's slender waist with gentlemanly gallantry while his free hand ascended to affectionately caress the back of her neck as both Sheridan and Knightfall greeted one another with an impassioned lip-lock compatible with the atmospheric romanticism the blissful couple radiated with every kiss and every flirt.
Tolerating the hounding photographers' insatiable thirst for capturing every moment of his, Mercy, and Valerie's lives, the Catalan Connoisseur willingly graced the media wolves with the his picturesque class and monarchical regalia, a subtle upwards edging of his lips' corner adding a enrapturing element of his exotic suavity to every photo certain to festoon the covers of magazines he simply couldn't be bothered concerning himself with. Finally emancipating himself from his obligations as a social juggernaut, Andres turned to meet Valerie's impishly benevolent remark with an engaging quip of magnetic witticism, "Being alive does tend to be quite lovely", he calmly jested prior to tersely shifting his gaze to Mercy, his arm amorously secured around her lithe waist, "Especially when one is in such lovely company", he paused, affectionately pecking his beloved life partner on the cheek. With the upscale trinity set to immerse themselves in a more private setting, Andres' attention was briefly captured.
By the presence of two juveniles. He was unfamiliar with both the petite blonde girl and dark haired boy serving as what appeared to be her date. Spanning a modest second, his denim blue eyes' cast a glance of mild yet urbane, ocular acknowledgement. Returning his attention to the White and Black Queen, the trio of Hellfire Monarchs retired to a more private area of the ostentatious establishment. Coolly lighting a Montecristo No. 3 Cuban cigar and indulging in a brief suck, the Knightfall Don blew a dissipating cloud of smoke into the air, waiting in poised anticipation of the conversational exchange certain to be experienced by the three aristocrats.
Relaxed in a limousine taken separately from his beloved Sheridan, and his co-Hellfire Monarch, Valerie, Andres occupied himself with the classical melody of 'Lady In Red' by the London Symphony Orchestra. A song he had once arranged to be played for Mercy during their first dance, an intimate activity that smoothly complimented the romanticism of their first date. Upon the song's inevitable conclusion, the august Knightfall Don's denim blue gaze coolly shifted towards his gold-rimmed Raymond Weil watch, the corners of his lips subtly edging upwards in poised contentment at the sensation of the upscale, Mercedes Benz limousine's occurring halt. The vehicle's dark, tinted windows veiled his winsome person from the ever curious paparazzi and encompassing pedestrians. Guided by their infantile curiosity, they swarmed the vaunted Don's limousine, garnering no alarmed reaction from the chauffeur.
Their intrigue was anticipated. There was not a soul publicly scheduled to set foot inside the ostentatious Hellfire Club following the simultaneous ingress of Valerie Huntington-Whiteley and Mercy Sheridan. With the exception of one soul, of course. The only other individual with the authority to frequent the socially revered establishment whenever he so desired. The White King. And so as the surrounding mass of camera-hugging wolves gradually retreated, the chauffeur made his exit from the front seat, approaching the limousine's backseat, civilly pulling it open to allow the unanticipated emergence of Andres' herculean person to a rousing reaction of disbelief and cheering cries of contentment. Such was the sheer star quality of his presence. His appearance aggrandized by his taciturn disproof of his rumored death. The Catalan Connoisseur's smooth, raven hair, recently cut short, was worn close to his head around the back, stylishly blending the sides into top layers with maintained length for a suave back sweep.
His diamond-cut physique, adorned in a luxurious, light grey, three-piece, two-button Ermenegildo Zegna Centennial suit, emblazed by the formal flair of a complimenting vest and silk tie. And as he always does, Andres Knightfall looked every part the Knightfall Adonis he was reputed to be. Offering no verbal response to the bombardment of questions from the paparazzi regarding his rumored death and extended disappearance, the White King simply guided himself towards the club's grandiloquent entrance. His posture exuded an air of polished aristocracy, his footsteps dripped with patrician panache as a comely smile painted his highborn features as the doors open to allow him entry into his second home. Cordially accepting an offered glass of Johnnie Walker's Blue Label scotch whiskey from a personable waitress, Andres paid no mind to the wandering gazes of wonderment nor the perpetual attempts at conversation from the guests. Though they might have come for him, his ingress was certainly not for them.
Quickly, his gaze met Valerie's, and as any gentleman would, he issued a subtle, respectful inclination of the head. She was every bit the statuesque, Modern-Day Aphrodite, a woman of such overpowering beauty that it intimidates any woman, and forces any man to think twice before an attempted approach. Then his gaze shifted, settling on Mercy, and in a moment of instinct, one of the most genuine smiles curled along his flawless visage. The Sanguine was yet another beauty, perhaps not as divine as her golden-haired sister, but she radiated a compelling aura. She was emancipated from imperfection, but there was an intangible quality to her, a girl-next-door appeal that was at the core of her quiet charisma. That was who his ingress was for. Mercy Sheridan.
"Un momento", his polished, resolute voice uttered just above a whisper. The hushed and softened character of his voice emerging so not as to startle their slumbering toddler from her innocent dreams. Tenderly lifting Catriona from his lap, Don Andres affectionately carried her delicate frame in the attentive hold of his secure, sculpted arms. Ascending from his seat, the returned Knightfall A-Lister succinctly rocks his arms back and forth with fatherly instinct, guiding himself from the grandiloquent living room to a neighboring bedroom, resting his daughter's diminutive frame atop the mattress, planting a doting kiss atop the toddler's forehead prior to covering her dreaming person with the bed's nurturing sheets. Turning to depart to the living room, Andres' steps halted for a moment.
The gaze of his denim blue eyes shifted from the sight of the doorway to that of his resting heir. There was much he had to teach her, all in due time of course. Returning to the lush encompassment of the living room, the Catalan Connoisseur's herculean frame retired to the comfort of the sofa he and the Sanguine currently shared. "I love Cassius, he is the closest of my siblings. But where he goes, the others will follow. And they surely will should they find that wherever he is going is to meet with me", Andres explained, detailing the rationale behind his desire to remain emancipated from the reaches of his brothers and sisters. "I would like to see my brother, of course, but I do not want to be blemished by whatever nonsense the others have roused during my absence. Or even the outside world for that matter. At least not for now". He was certain she comprehended his reasoning, and the core of his sentiments regarding his family.
And he trusted that during his absence, she allowed neither Cassius nor Quintus to lay eyes upon Catriona. "Perhaps my mood will change in time for this gala". Addressing her inquiry, Andres offered what knowledge he could about the enigmatic Third Society. "I do not know what they call themselves exactly, but they are powerful, very dangerous... things? I'm not sure what to call them. They wield the power to destroy the very foundations of consciousness independent of whether their target is human, mutant, alien.... god. They deconstruct the quantum information that constitutes one's consciousness. The remnants are shards they scatter across space-time geometry. A nightmare realm of twisted complexity not meant for the perception of man. If not for my understanding of quantum mechanics, my mind would have been completely destroyed".
"And if not for Catriona's repeated albeit unintentional interventions, I would not have managed to collect every bit of the physical information of my mind to return", he explained, unveiling their daughter's innocent involvement in his physical return. "I do not know exactly what these people look like, but one is a man, the other is a woman. Rarely are they ever far from one another. The male one, he spoke to me before tampering with my mind, he spoke of our evolutionary inferiority for being physical, organic beings. I believe this to be a new threat as opposed to it being either humans or mutants plotting against one another".
Tolerantly allowing his daughter self-entertainment as she played atop his lap prior to her shifting back and forth between mother and father, Andres quietly listened to Mercy's voiced revelations, all the while attentively resting Catriona's head against his sculpted chest with fatherly affection, lovingly convincing her to remain static for the remainder of the conversation. His tame features were momentarily shifted by a disappointed but subtle downwards curl of the lips upon hearing of his brother's on-and-off relationships with various aspects of his moral character. Ellie's peregrination to the depths of the cosmos in search of him elicited an instinctive smile of sincere gratitude, though it harbored partial warmth, he and Ellie hardly communicated, though her actions were still greatly appreciated.
The corners of his mouth edged further upwards as his soon-to-be fiancee spoke of Antonia's corporate juggernaut, Avalon, and her ascension to the thrown of the entrepreneurial world, as well as the nuanced young woman's success in shielding his scientific legacy from tarnish. Her mention of Santiago Porthos however, was anticipated, he had entrusted Santiago with associating himself with whatever legacy he leaves behind should he ever perish. He was content to hear that his friend held true to their agreement. The subsequent revelations regarding the demise of both Charlemagne LeBeau and Anthony Stark drew pride from the White King, pride in his beloved Sheridan for her accomplishments. "You did well", he simply praised. His mind was in no condition to so readily engage in the exchange of quantum information from their respective consciousnesses, so he offered a terse reply.
One that wouldn't sully young Catriona's ears with tales not suited for ears of such innocence and youth. "As for my brother and the rest", an annoyed sigh escaping him, "I'll see to that later. I am content with what Antonia has managed, and I am pleased that Santi has done as I asked. And of course, I hope mi hermana returns soon. But my brother... I cannot be bothered with that for now. I have just returned. I want to spend time with my daughter, and my reina", he warmly smiled, intimately pulling his petite lover towards him by her hand.
It was at the peak of his powers and social status that Andres perfected the art of carrying himself with a rather polarizing persona. That of an unbearably suave charmer when he desired, and that of a cold, and cerebral apex predator when necessary. All done to veil the authentic character of the compassionate, inherently altruistic person that he was from encompassing eyes. The sight of Jean, a once close friend, the brother of the woman he first ever truly loved, fallen and drowning in his own tears, the Debonair Don would have had to have been a monster to maintain his indifferent regalia. "Jean", though the patrician, resolute edge in his voice remained, there was an undertone of sympathy and empathy, "Don't weep so fitfully", he continued, presenting himself as a comforting character as he cordially sought to aid the broken White Knight to his feet.
"Have a seat with me, so that we may talk. There is much to tell you. These people present themselves as machines, cyborgs or androids. Though one of them may be exactly that, the other... I am not so sure", the Knightfall Don paused, referring to perplexing enigma that was Aphasic. "I do not know their names, nor do I know precisely what they look like, but the male one, he is the one that can destroy minds. I suspect that he is not a machine, at least not an entirely. He is something else. If anything, he is the one who may have shattered your sister's consciousness". Hoping to guide Jean to a neighboring seat, he continued. "You say you have fragments of her mind, si? If so, they must have used the same method they used when they sought to destroy my mind. Which suggests that she is not beyond saving".
"Shards of the quantum information that constitutes her consciousness are the remnants of her broken mind. I suspect that like mine once were, they have been scattered across the interwoven continuum of reality". There was a momentary pause as he glanced out the unblemished window to his right. Returning his gaze to Jean, Andres continued. "I have a family now, Jean. I am freshly returned from where your sister's shattered mind and soul reside. I do not intend to return to that place. I have a daughter to raise, and a fiancee that needs me as much as I need them. As smart as I am, and I am quite smart", he lightly jested, hoping to alleviate the atmospheric gloominess with some charismatic humor. "I cannot traverse space-time geometry without subjecting myself to them".
"I'm a polymath, not a specialist. There is someone however, who can. A very close friend of mine, another Spaniard. Santiago Porthos. There's no greater mind than his in the field of quantum mechanics. If there's anyone who can find Xandra's quantum shards and reconstruct them to bring her back, it is him. Go to him, ask him for assistance. Tell him that Andres sent you".