Vrakmul's physical traits
Height: Varies, typically prefers to be about two and a half meters.
Weight: Varies, 125 kilograms on average
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Red
Identity: Vrakmul's presence is unknown to the world at large.
Full name: Jaol Vilkan
Species: Homo Deus Primus (Primalborn)
Affiliation: Dominion of the Black Hand.
Enemies: Virtually everyone
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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Possessing the soul of a dark primordial and born on the planet of Ainul in a very distant universe, Jaol Vilkan would go from a simple necromancer to the absolute lord and god of his own universe. Some theorize that he is the ultimate incarnation of evil within the multiverse, and he certainly is one of the blackest hearted villains to have ever existed. Gods and monsters tremble at his very name, Demon Princes and Archdevils have slain themselves rather than face Vrakmul.
Even his name is full of terror, his title being Vrakmul Kroduitosh Mirthunak "Darkness, doom, sorrow; Endless, vile, evil; Fear, terror, despair" when translated from true speech. A title he took from the three long deceased undead that he grave robbed to assert his superiority over these prior villains. A trillion, trillion, trillion realities have fallen to him as he sacrificed them to the Icon, continuing a natural cycle of cosmic recycling where whole realities are stuffed into the gullet of a being more powerful than beings who guarded or ruled over multiverses once their time has ended.
Jaol was born into a poor farmer's family to disguised demigods that lived under a cruel and overly demanding lord who taxed away the majority of the crops they made. He was a rather lonely child and was often bullied by his siblings and other children and his elders disapproved of him for his "intensely disturbing nature", as he did not yet know of his heritage that could have made him lord of his world, for he was one of the Primalborn; Lord of Doom, risen to fight Yuri Omega along with a girl named Mary Sigilsi, the Muse of Life. He had only one real companion, his favorite dog; Kyral. When Jaol was sick, Kyral would stay by his side, when Jaol had spare time, he would run and play through the fields with his dog. But there was rarely enough to feed the entire family, though he was never once hungry and started to do things that no one else could, earning him more suspicion, such as when he drove back a horde of orcs with a single handwave.
His reign of darkness was started by slaughtering his entire family in a rage when his favored dog was killed to feed the family during hard times, he unleashed his powers on a large scale for the first time. He devoured their souls, casting them into oblivion and raised their corpses as undead to butcher his entire village to make more undead slaves. He was then known as the witch child, for at the age of six, he already formed a vast army. He was angry at the world, angry at all things, he never had the training with his power he needed due to destroying a band of Chaos Marauders meant to be the orphaners who would set him on his proper path. He looked at the world and saw that it was utterly broken, and wanted to do something to fix it.
Rumors of the witch child spread far enough to reach the abstracts of the universe who descended upon his home village of Milantia and cut through his hordes of undead. But they refused to cut down the six year old child, and instead cosigned him to an orphanage meant for gods and cosmic beings. Jaol quickly proved to be a merciless bully, beating up other children to take what he wanted from them. He'd pummel a girl he fancied until they kissed him, or torture a boy with nightmares to make them follow him. By the time he was twelve, he courted Mary Sigilsi, the only girl who was nice to him, and confided in her his difficulties for years. Mary hoped to steer him towards a better path, but it may have been her who made Jaol believe that he could save the universe. In time, the Complaints of his bullying grew too strong and he was kicked out and separated from his crush.
He wandered the cosmos before returning to Ainul, killing any travelers he came across and raising them as undead slaves, or outright mind controlling them, devouring their souls to deny them the afterlife out of spite for the world. He wanted more power to avenge the perceived slight of being kicked out of the orphanage by what he saw as contributors to the problem. At the age of twelve he decided that he would put it upon himself to fix the world. His vast intelligence and enormous power demanded knowledge and further might.
Power that he found upon discovering his first word wall, a monument inscribed in truespeech dedicated to the great and powerful primordials and the history of the omniverse, the language of reality, where one would speak in said language and create the effects they describe with nothing more than their words. His nature as a primalborn and unnaturally vast intelligence allowed him to effortlessly absorb the knowledge of truenaming into his head, deciphering the language of reality, and he would soon return to the orphanage, in a crossroads of cosmic beings, with an army of the undead, the corrupted, the deluded, and the zealous and armed with his knowledge of truespeech and his true nature. He descended upon the Cosmic entities and killed every, single, solitary, soul in the nexus, either devouring their souls to bolster his power or forever entrapping them as incorporeal undead while he raised their corpses or mind controlling them. He once again offered his hand to Mary, and this time, out of fear and intense lust of what Jaol had become, she accepted.
He raided the stores of knowledge in the crossroads and hungrily devoured all the knowledge and power he could find in the building, his doom soul yearning for more knowledge and more power. The spirits of the slaughtered cosmics and supernatural beings bolstered his own mystic might, and he soon found ways to add to his primalborn power, taking in more aspects for himself and his beloved.. But he decided that now was time to embark on a vision to better not just his universe, but all realities. He would bring peace and happiness to the cosmos and purge it of evil and ugliness in a crusade to bring order where there was once chaos. He believed that the Omniverse needed him, that he was destined to save the cosmos from itself.
He spread across his universe like a dark cloud. World after world crumbled before his onslaught of undead and the fanatically loyal, summoned fiends and elementals, shadow creatures and automatons, amoral mercenaries and pirates, and mind controlled monsters and beasts. The kingdoms of the sea, the sky, and the underdark on every world were not safe from his conquests either, for his legions of iron disciplined, utterly loyal followers would pour into their once hidden lairs, and bring down the fury of the apocalypse upon them while those who drew the teenagers' attentions were instantly smote where they stood.
His conquest was almost stopped at the nation of Elsimaya, a just and fair empire where a certain Kargoth Trodenstoff served as it's highest general. The clash between the forces of light and darkness was fierce, but the armies of heroic paladins and crusaders, metallic dragons and angels, noble fey and giants, and blessed automatons and spirits of light backed with a number of Primalborn and even Celestials and Abstracts from other universes managed to stop Jaol's bleak horde. All seemed lost for the cause of Jaol, but Kargoth hesistated to slay the then sixteen year old Jaol and Mary, a mistake that cost the paladin his life as Sgilsi and Vilkan slew him and raised him and his wife in arms Elena as more undead.
To repay them for his near defeat, Jaol mind controlled Kargoth and Elena's children and turned them into an elite cadre of soldiers to serve him and his cause. With Kargoth and Elsimaya defeated, the witch child then broke the remaining foes who had faced him, sending the cosmics and abstracts into retreat and corrupting the grown primalborn who stood against him and his beloved. And more would come, as the nightgaunt lord Nexatos descended from the far realms out of curiosity and the Dark Elf Wizardess Kyrana came to him from her isolated realms to offer their services to him.
Nexatos and Kyrana offered Jaol and Mary a way to attain more power, and showed him where to find the remains of six great and powerful beings, Kroduitosh, Mirthunak, and Vrakmul; Kaszana, Nurvili, and Hysrlia; three powerful liches who had once conquered the entire material plane or more at various points in time. Jaol and Mary underwent a ritual where he would attain the mantle of three drak lords before him to attain even greater power than what he had as a teenaged boy, and then they donned and copied their great and powerful relics, and the Dominion of the Black Hand was born from Jaol's bleak Horde. Jaol would become Vrakmul, Mary would become Hysrlia.
Having fulfilled the prophecy of becoming the fallen primalborn, he and Mary would subject the entire universe would then know an age of terror of the likes that the inhabitants of the nuVine verse are quite lucky to have not experienced.
Great champions and colossal monsters, fell villains and mighty gods, Abstracts, Cosmics,, eldritch abominations and powerful spirits all banded together to stop him, but he defeated and enslaved or devoured them in turn. The armies of eladrin from the good and chaos loving glades of Arborea descended to fight him. He despoiled their women and slew their men in moments before going to mighty Olympus itself and ripping the mountain apart, slaying the gods of the elves and of the olympian pantheon before binding them into his service in undeath.
The angels and archons of the seven heavens of celestia, along with the ultimate force of good and law; Ormazhd, descended to try and fight him and his horde, but he tore Ormazhd in half with his gauntleted hands and shouted the celestials into the pit of death before casting Mount Celestia into the plane of Elysia, destroying the guardinals there. The chaotic hordes of the Slaadi surged out of the endless madness of Limbo, trying to entrap them in the infinite chaos. But he willed the entire plane of Limbo to an orderly fashion according to his will, and then wrote the entire slaadi race out of existence.
The forces of order in the form of the inevitables, mechanical enforcers of the universe's laws, the formians, antlike harbingers of social order, and the geometric mordons, heralds of more abstract forms of law; emerged from the clockwork nirivana of Mechanus, but he ripped their eternal gearwork realm apart and buried them in it. He brought down the nine hells with a single utterance of his mighty truenaming ability, and with another set of utterances, he bound the devils to him, enslaving them after turning their lords into whimpering undead. The endless hordes of the infinite layers of the abyss marched out to stop him, the first time all the demons of the great wheel agreed on anything.
The Lord of Doom destroyed the entire demon race and ripped the abyss asunder in a single terrible moment. Such beings of Chaos had no place in his vision of things. He ripped their souls from their bodies and greedily gorged on the spirits of all demonkind. The yugoloths tried to overthrow him with their plots, but he saw through their plans and sent the twin paradises of bytopia crashing into their realms, the clash of good and evil destroying both planes. The elemental lords tried to stop him, but he yanked the elemental planes asunder and drank them.
The Gods charged at him, but Vrakmul turned them inside out with a glance and raised their forms as necroliths, horrible forms of undead gods that would forever serve his will. The Lady of Pain herself tried to flay him apart at Sigil, but he ripped the infinite mountain from it's base and ran her through with it. Armies of Celestials and other Abstract beings hoped to stop him at long last, but at this point it was too late, the sixfold lord and muse had simply surpassed them in power, and so destroyed them. When the Icon came to claim their reality, the Icon was impressed and offered Vrakmul and Hyrsilia a place as two of it's great heralds.Accepting the Icon's offer, Vrakmul uprooted the Black Hand under one condition, he gets to keep one in a thousand universes he visits to make his own empire, starting with his home universe.
And now, the Dark one comes to our universe, for he has a plan to create a perfect order. He sees the sickness of the omniverse, it's weakness, it's folly, the corruption and chaos that consumes it. He sees the misery that plagues it, the damocles sword of mortality that looms large over the heads of so many. He observes the callous lack of care the Antedeluvians and Primordials have, and the issues of this polytheistic system that these infinite beings have created to establish some form of sanity in an era of utter chaos that preceded their existence. He believes that only two are fit to rule, himself and Hyrslia. They will bring the omniverse into a permanent golden age of stability and Utopia, and they will not allow anything to get in their way.
To him, other enemies are only a threat because they can aid the twenty four who are prophecized to defeat him. They are not an issue in of themselves, for they cannot destroy him. What they can do, is make it much easier for the twenty four children to destroy him. They could foil his armies, aid his destined enemies in battle, help them resist his intended corruption of the children that seek to oppose him. They can distract him, or attempt to drive a wedge between himself and his first spouse. He will not allow these fools to stop him, not when he's so close to ultimate victory.
Powers (Hryslia is his equal power wise, but has the opposite aspects)
Truenaming: This one ability gives Vrakmul multiversal scale power. He can rewrite existence across multiple universes by simply speaking in the true tongue, a power that surpasses even his almighty magic. His knowledge of truenaming is vast and all encompassing, and he can do virtually anything imaginable by simply speaking it into being. He can both use typical truenaming and the high draconic shouts with equal proficiency.
Lord of Doom, Time, Void, Rage, Blood, Mind: Vrakmul is the lord and master of death, finality, and fate. He bends all such death and shadows to his will absolutely. His mere presence can snuff the life out of gods and whole dimensions, if he so wishes, he could snuff out the lights of every source of light in the universe. He can control one's fate down to the last letter, ensuring that they will follow a certain path, and can turn one's doom into physical constructs capable of attack and destruction anywhere in the universe. Most formidably he can corrupt and twist his foes into his servants, turning them into twisted and evil versions of their former selves who obey him absolutely, or create dark versions of existing life if the original is not available to be corrupted. Additionally with his power, he can also manipulate cold, sound, and gravity on similar scales, and can create new life from the very essence of Doom.
As a Lord of Doom, he is a primalborn with power over one's Doom, or fate. He has the power to bring all things to their doom, their end and cessation. He brings the end of realities, the cessation of existence, the non-continuance of life and the shutting of light. He is order, the embodiment of rules and mechanistic systems even as he seeks to destroy the greatest system of all and replace it with what he believes is the more perfect order. He can easily force others to bend to his order, to his rules, to his laws just as he can bring them to their demises and bleak ends. This is a tremendously powerful aspect to govern, paired with a truly powerful class, made worse by his enhancement of his own power.
Other abilities: Vrakmul has also obtained the power of other Primal elements, Time, Void, Rage, Blood, and Mind. Giving him the mastery over the very fabric of time, temporality, and causality, of darkness, obscurity, and nothingness, of hatred, anger, despair, of order, unity, and bonds, of sapience, thought, and leadership. He can manipulate time on a universal scale, manipulate the causality of events and retcon history on a whim. He can control the darkness, remove or hide things from knowledge and memory, including himself, he can take away the nonexistence of things to bring them into being or force one into nonexistence. He can control negative emotion, twisting any feeling into a negative one, and feeds off of the negative emotions of others to make himself stronger. He can latch onto the order, the unity, and the bonds that keep things together, forcing it into being where there is none of taking it away from others to leave only chaos, he can disrupt the links that bind anything together. Finally, the mind is his play thing. On a universal scale, the Dark Primalborn can affect the mind, the concepts of sapience and thought, of psionics and rationality.
So much power is at Vrakmul's disposal, and that of his first-consort; Haley who commands the opposing elements, that he almost never needs to use his divine steel armor or weapons. The four fundamental forces and all kinds of matter and energy are also his to command and control.
Fallen Primalborn: Vrakmul is a creature of tremendous physical might. He could snap the equipment of Celestials and Skyfathers apart like toothpicks and destroy the most powerful of artifacts not cast from Divine Steel without effort. When he so desires, light is so slow to his frame of reference that it is entirely immobile. His powers cannot be altered, disrupted, or brought down against his will, and he is a being made out of the solid essence of doom, letting him discorporate whenever he feels like it and giving him no internal organs or structures to disrupt. He has no chi or chakra as a non-biological being.
Psionics: Like all primalborn Vrakmul has high level psychic ability, and is especially skilled at Telekinesis and Divinitation, manipulating objects of vast scale across unimaginable distances and peering with ease across the very fabric of time and space. He can shift the positions of galaxies faster than the speed of light with the simplest of thoughts and perceive the future, past, and present in countless locations across time and space simultaneously. He can form shields or blades of pure force, peer past the most cunning of illusions and tricks. His mind truly is one of his most deadly weapons.
Magic: Vrakmul is undoutbly the among the most powerful practioners of magic in the omniverse, his magic alone makes him as far above the likes of Skyfathers as Skyfathers are above bacteria. With just his magic alone, he can rend apart entire realities. Something Vrakmul does not desire for reasons unknown. Not only is he extremely powerful in the arcane arts; he has mastery of magic in the majority if not all of it's many forms, though he seems to be especially skilled at Necromancy; an art at which he has no equal or even a serious rival.
Intelligent: Perhaps one of the finest minds known to humanity, Vrakmul is a being with very few mental peers, in addition to his great intelligence, he has amassed a vast amount of knowledge and has an staggering level of tactical and strategic acumen. His intellect is boundless, his mind formulates devious schemes and astounding deductions with little effort.
Master manipulator: A shadow pupeteer par excellence, Vrakmul can manipulate from both front stage and behind the scenes with extraordinary skill. He is capable of plotting fairly with the likes of Omniscient beings and may have been either directly or indirectly responsible or at least involved with every occurring in the omniverse..
Master of battle: Despite preferring to manipulate people from afar, or blast them with spells and utilize his power as the fallen Primalborn, should his enemies force his hand in combat, Vrakmul has had far longer than the lifespan of the universe to practice his melee abilities, and attacking him in melee thinking him to be a squishy wizard is a very good way to end up very dead.
Charismatic: It takes more than vast amounts of power to be seen as the messiah by a vast cult. Vrakmul is also incredibly charismatic. His words are as silken as the finest of fabrics. Though his tongue speaks the greatest of evils. it has lost none of it's potency in bending the wills of men and women. Vrakmul can make utter and total slaves out of bitter enemies with nothing more than just a conversation.
True form: More a "combat" form, this form has greatly enhanced physical prowess and can help Vrakmul fight in the up close and personal physical clashes he finds such a waste.