#atomites

Iro Yang

Iro Yang is a mystery, on many, many levels. He was the very first Atomite incarnate, born not long after the 'death' of Atom. What his early life was like and how he got to be who he was as an adult, remains largely unknown, being born in the very earliest periods of the multiverse.

Who he is is another strange phenomenon. He dresses in a modern attire, a black gakuran to be precise (Gakuran being a Japanese boys high school uniform), as well as wearing headphones. The reason for those headphones is not yet to be understood, nor is how he got such an outfit during that early period. His accent too, was like no other back in his day.. and another oddity that has not been understood. He speaks with an Ocker Australian accent, even shortening his words and using Australian terminology... and swearing.. lots of swearing.

What is known about him, to those that know of him, is that he is truly a legend in his own right. Not only did he very quickly ascertain and utilise all of his Atomite abilities, but he even sought to go above and beyond, to understand the truest workings of the multiverse.. indeed, using everything he had to his advantage, whether it be multiversal energy, even foreseeing the future. In times of showing strength, every battle he fought was like entertainment in itself, how he very swiftly and easily took down many opponents, big or strong.. or both.. who might otherwise be impossible to defeat. Just the mention of his name made gods of all kinds sweat. Even Atom would break a drop, when his first incarnate was brought up. It was said that Iro had grown to become one of the most powerful, if not THE most powerful being in all the multiverse, by many belief.. and how he was able to keep such a power in check and not let such energy destroy his own body. With such power, his eyes would not be blue like other Atomites, but purple, a clear side effect from having become an immensely powerful being.

However... despite such power, such immense abilities... Iro could not escape death. Even the circumstances of such a death are not even known to this day and very hard to ascertain, but there is belief that he died in battle, likely against an enemy as powerful as he was... or even more.. it was a possibility. After such a death, despite his reputation, he was eventually forgotten in the future.... which was what he intended. He wanted to be forgotten, for good reason.

There is a story that upon Iro's death, he would cheat his fate, escaping the afterlilfe and instead scattering his soul to the multiverse deliberately, for such a soul had a plan. Indeed, with his capability to see the future, he knew such a time when he would be needed again, but with his death, it was not possible for him to actually be there. Instead, he would use Atom's own condition to his own advantage... to reincarnate himself... at a time of his choosing, to meet the need for such an immensely powerful being to take on what he had seen.. and maybe save the multiverse from a grim, disastrous fate. It is also a mystery as to whether or not this reincarnation actually happened... or if such an incarnate is still alive, if already born. But Iro knows what he's doing.. and that incarnate will be born at the right time, at the right moment, for them to grow and be ready for their own fate, the fate that he had predicted... and set into motion.

Information does exist on Iro, but it's very hard to find. Whatever documentation is left remains hidden in many different places. Gods may be alive that would know of him, that may have even lived during his many, many years. It maybe that a book does exist about him even, but there would only be one copy.. and that would be like finding a needle in a barn filled with hay. It may be that he might be researched in the future, but that would require knowing about him first... and it wasn't very likely that any modern day organisation even has that. All it takes though, is the first piece, to bring them to the puzzle....

Iro has an interesting personality. In modern day terms, he would be considered a larrikin, but also a troll. When not fighting villains and saving the multiverse, he enjoys taking the piss out of others, particularly if they are as powerful as him. It is speculated that in his life he might have been on occasional drug user, in regards to marijuana and hallucinogens. Not only that, he would sometimes prey on certain individuals who he found of bad character, sometimes certain villains, into giving them concoctions of either drinks or food, laced with any and every drug you can think of.. and more, enjoying their horror when they're sent on particularly nightmarish acid trips.

Despite his trolling nature, really in the end, he's only having fun. When it comes to things of more serious nature, however, he is extremely cunning, planning several steps ahead well and truly in advance, with the seemingly infinite knowledge of the multiverse and how to manipulate almost every circumstance in his favour. When people say he knows what he's doing, it's because he truly does. From start to finish, he's not only got a plan, but several plans, all culminating in the same result: He prevails no matter what. This goes hand in hand with being extremely confident in such battles. Even if in the event that such a fight is not going his way, that he may be losing, he won’t show it. He’ll instead make it look like he’s allowing the enemy to take hits, before coming back with something much harder, which has happened in the past before. He only takes this measure of planning so much so far ahead when the circumstances require it, if he has to step in when things get dire, especially if it's something of multiversal concern, but also when he sees fit as well, if justice does need to be served, if lives need saving.

Very rarely does he get angry.. and usually only to knock some sense into someone who needs it, and usually in serious matters. When he does get angry though, you'll know about it. He's extremely vocal.. and the swearing ramps up to pretty much every second word.. at times. He can feel annoyed at times and his response might come off as angry, but that isn’t ‘angry’ in terms of how he can really get sometimes.

Auryn Ludum

Auryn Ludum (Pronounced Loo-dum) is a space traveller, roaming the cosmos in search of new adventure and opportunity in his craft, the Alpha Nova, growing up in a future after the era of Bowen Chuuno, the Atomite before him.

He had always wanted to go into space when he was a child idolising space heroes and reading space comics throughout his studies. His grades and physical capabilities showed promise that he would become a valuable asset to the Space Force. Eventually he would become one of their best pilots, adversely skilled in dogfighting, even when he seemed outnumbered in battle. He was extremely remarkable as a soldier as well, remaining unchallenged in range and melee combat.

His time in the Space Force quickly earned him a reputation, not only in terms of his flying antics, but also due to his daring skills in fighting against the odds. Eventually he earned the nickname ‘Ludum Dare’ for his heroism, so named after the vintage comic book hero, ‘Dan Dare’. Such a nickname has gone beyond the Space Force, thanks to some media coverage of his bravery in certain incidents.

After a good number of years in the Space Force, he would later on leave the military career behind to explore the cosmos on his own. With the money he had from his fighting years, he would go on to purchase his own spaceship, the Alpha Nova.. and after fixing it up and updating it with the latest equipment, he would venture off into the vastness of space, to seek out new and exciting adventures and do even more good in the universe.

Due to such travels, it is likely he will achieve a feat of multiversal significance in the future, if he has not done so already, whether it’s in his solo career or previously in the Space Force. He wants to see the universe and all the worlds safe and peaceful for future generations, plus of course he does enjoy the thrill of going on new adventures and kicking a** when the chances arise.

Auryn has two main outfits. He has this outfit mainly for when he’s actually out on adventures and this outfit for more formal occasions, such as when he’s at space stations, populated planets, etc. However, he doesn’t do such all the time, so it’s not surprising if he sometimes uses the more formal outfit on an adventure or his adventuring outfit in civilisation, it just depends on his mood.

Auryn Ludum is considered to be a character in terms of his behaviour. He enjoys having fun, even if it involves lightly stirring others. Most of the time he’s seen with a smile on his face. Very outgoing and adventurous, always taking the opportunity to jump into situations where he’s needed, whether they be dangerous or not. People refer to him as a space cowboy for his antics, as well as pulling off what can sometimes be impossible feats. He also has a caring side to him, for he cannot stand seeing people troubled, for whatever reason. Injustice is intolerable, no matter who commits it.. and he’ll seek to deliver what is deserved. He’s very optimistic most of the time, even in the most dire of circumstances, always finding a way out and turning the situation around. That being said, you don’t want to be on the receiving end of justice, for if he’s the one delivering, it will very much be served, with the fiercest determination.

The Alpha Nova is quite an impressive ship, even more so that it’s all operated by one man. Auryn had bought and upgraded the ship with the mindset of recruiting future travellers to help crew the ship. It’s also got a smaller ship in the cargo hold, purely for fighting, in the event that such a situation comes about. Still, the Alpha Nova’s an extremely quick ship, both normally and in FTL travel, not just from the aerodynamic design, but also due to the modified engines and FTL technology. The Alpha Nova itself can be used as a dogfighter, though the Gs on such a big ship can be on the extreme side in comparison with the dedicated fighter craft. Still, it has served Auryn well in his adventures so far and with hope and dedication, that such a ship will continue to guide him well into the future.

Rokuro Hengawa

As the name suggests Rokuro Hengawa was born in Japan, during the era of the Samurai. It is not entirely clear what period he grew up in, though sources suggest it was around the middle to late eras.

Born as Rokuro Yomatsu to a noble family, his father, Unmugou Yomatsu, was a Samurai himself, well respected in his village, and by the Daimyo at the time. It was clear to his birth as to what the young Rokuro would undergo, once he was old enough to. For many many years he trained, under the watchful eye of his father and the Daimyo, bearing the black Yomatsu armour, studying in the way of the Samurai, to serve one's master, to fight in his name.

Such skills he bore were staggering to everyone. He fought faster, stronger and far more agile than any human could ever achieve. There were great hopes for him, when he completed his training and took his position with his father, earning that coveted title of Samurai, under the Daimyo. However, things would soon be put to the test upon being called to battle, a fight that he wasn't prepared for. Misinformation had underestimated an army that was far larger in size.. and capability. It was gruesome.. tiresome.. and well and truly from the start, a losing battle. It was in that experience he came to a realisation. Samurai, were supposed to die in battle. If you did not win, you were not a warrior.. and you must take your life, in your own hands. He saw the carnage, the destruction.. and throughout his whole life, had been conditioned to a tradition so barbaric, so wasteful, it didn't sit with him as honorable, to end one's life short, just because of one fight, when they can come back and fight again, for a different outcome. Not only that, but as his comrades fell, the armies would turn on him.. and as much as he could fight, he felt he wasn't in a position to take them all down single-handedly.

...So he ran.

It was against all of his teachings, all of his father's beliefs. He had guilt, that such an action would bring dishonour to the Yomatsu name, but at the same time, he felt betrayed by his father, teaching him such a warped custom, of perceived honour, perceived shame, throughout the whole of his life. He wasn't going to face them, he knew he would face his own death if he went back, whether it's at the hands of his own father, or forced to use his own. Instead he fled into a forest, densely populated. The sight of the fields fading as he drew deeper and deeper, escaping the assailants that tried to find him. One can imagine they would have given up eventually, leaving him on his own. Lost, in an unfamiliar place, thick with trees and wildlife. This wasn't like the orderly forest he trained in, this one was messy and unpredictable, trees growing so high to block the sun and cover the ground in a fake darkness. He didn't know where to turn at all.

Who knows how long he had been wandering around for. Days? Weeks? Months? Sleeping on the rough ground, or in a tree, avoiding death by goodness knows what. This place was clearly dangerous.. and anything could be out to get him. But then, as if it might have been a mirage, he came across... stairs? Stairs of furnished stone, so perfected, like man had come and created something here. Clearly curiosity got to him. Where did it go, where would it lead to? He went up those stairs, higher and higher, like climbing a mountain, light was seen at the end, spurring him on faster and faster.. until he reached the top.. the floor of a wonderfully crafted temple, a shrine, lit in candle light. He did not expect this here, in this forest, a man made shrine of this extent. Maybe someone lived here? He couldn't turn back now, he had to move forward, exhausted, in need of hospitality. You can see in his eyes, the lost cause in him, that everything he had been taught, was wrong.. and that no matter what, he could not ever go back to his old life again.

Whom should he find but a hermit, an old man, who had been living in the shrine for many, many years, all on his own, with his pets to keep company. Such would be normal, if those pets weren't tigers. The man's name was Oeyasu Hengawa, and he took the young, lost Rokuro under his wing, teaching him beyond the way of the Samurai, to learn to respect and serve the world, not a single person, to learn about the innocence and the corruption of humanity, as well as to fight like never before. Oeyasu became a second father to the young Samurai, in fact, he was the father he should have had, caring, teaching, intuitive, unlike his real father, who was stern, cold and ruthless. Rokuro learned so much, more than what anyone else ever could, from Oeyasu. He would come out not only a truly remarkable, unmatched warrior, with unparalleled insight into the world, who can appreciate the small things, like the rise and fall of the sun, and the starry sky at night, but despite all that, he still had not reached his full potential yet.

But, as the hands of time moved forward, this stage of life was not to last. Oeyasu was old.. and ill. Wiry at his best, but soon his health would deteriorate. The young Rokuro, clearly worried and fearful of what could happen, did everything he could, tending to the old man as much as possible, but as such stories go, it would not be enough. He was by Oeyasu's side when he passed on his shrine, his land, all to the young man, whom he believed had grown so much since he first came to the shrine.. that such would be his responsibility now, to care for it.. and to one day use his new skills, his new discoveries, to make a difference in the world. Under the starry sky, Oeyasu died in his bed, with the young blonde in tears. Prior to his death, it was agreed to carry his body into the forest, to a site where his relatives and those before him were taken to, to be cremated under the stars, to be one with the universe.

And so, he carried his master's body, wrapped in a shroud, with the materials needed, the long trek to that fated spot, laying him to rest on a bed of sticks, lighting up such a fire.. watching the body burn. It was no doubt a sad sight, one that he would never forget, as the smoke and the flames cast a light in comparison to the night above, as Oeyasu turned to ashes.. and scattered throughout the entirety of the forest, thanks to the wind that would carry him, to the vast corners of the jungle that had protected him for so long.

But once the ceremony was over, as the fire was put out, as the young Rokuro walked back to the shrine that was now his own... he was ambushed, by creatures in black... demons. Hordes and hordes of demons, creatures so abhorrent, the likes of which he had never seen before. It was truly a struggle in itself, fighting so many at once, truly worse than the armies that brought him here. It seemed like this was the struggle that might finish him off for good... but there was a force, a fire, burning within him.. something was about to be unleashed, that would realise who he is, who he really is, whom he's meant to be. It is unclear what had fully happened, but the loudest roar, the roar of a tiger, filled the entirety of the desert... and with such a roar, the demons had gone, disappeared. What was left, was not the blonde who had just come from the funeral of his master. No, there stood a new man, with grey hair and golden eyes, risen from the insecurities of the blonde, the person he was meant to be all along. With time, he would grow accustomed to this change, this new self, but he knew, there really was no going back now. Gone was the boy who was fooled into a barbaric tradition, that disregarded life, in favour of false honour. Now stood a man, who had a full insight of what was right and wrong.. who looked at the world the way it should be, who would serve not one person, but many... who would serve humanity.. and the world that they all inhabited.

There was one gift, two gifts, actually, that the late master had left the new owner.. and such he would not know until he got home, seeing a note by his bedside, to go check a closet that had never been opened, or shown, to the young man, when Oeyasu was alive. Inside, was a full Samurai outfit, decked in yellow and black, with markings on the shoulders.. and a black cape, with a tiger motif. There were two swords, katanas, with blades of gold, clearly never used, made for him.. and only him. This, was Oeyasu's parting gift to Rokuro, to become the real Samurai, that people can look up to, whenever he did good. Thanks to his master, the male had decided to change his name, not just in tribute, but because he knew, this was right. With the fading of the young blonde, so did he discard his old surname. No more did Rokuro Yomatsu exist. From now on, the name Rokuro Hengawa will forever be with him, and forever be him, the man he will always be.

For a good period of time, did he remain at the Shrine, almost a hermit like his master, but he wanted to get fully accustomed to his new life first, before venturing back out into the world. He grew to take care of his tiger pets, who grew to respect him as their new master. It was quite the learning curve, living on his own, but he managed with what was available. Eventually he would need to venture out, out of the Shrine, out of the forest.. and back to the villages, to restock on what was needed, for one thing, as well as to see what the world was like, since the day he had fled.

Careful he was, in ensuring nobody could recognise him.. and he succeeded, his new identity a fresh face, instead of the face of a dishonorable man who had cowardly run from battle. With new insight, he would look into how the villages and the province were run, realising the man he had served under, the man he fought for, almost died for, the Daimyo, Hontatsu, was a tyrant, truly self serving, someone who had bigger ambitions than his little province.. and was clearly training an army of soldiers to do his deeds.

It would be his first real test as a new man, to break the boundaries of his earlier conditioning, to turn his back against the traditions he was taught.. and to fight the system, for a new way, for the people. He made his moves carefully, not wanting to fight for more than he had to. At a rally for the Daimyo, where he was rousing new and old troops, the man would make his move, pouncing on the stage, declaring the Daimyo to be a ruthless dictator, who only looked out for himself, and that he was building an army to conquer Japan. Of course, one would expect the people around to dismiss such claims, referring to it as nonsense, the Daimyo himself clearly not impressed with such a surprise assault, intending to make an example of the male, in a one on one fight. Rokuro didn't care about opinions, for he knew what was right.. and what was right was deposing this narcissist. It was of no surprise, that the fight was easy for him. Sure, he was extremely skilled as a human, but against Rokuro, he had no chance whatsoever. Hontatsu was humiliated in the fight, in front of everyone.. and thanks to their beliefs, they saw that their leader was not the strong, ever victorious leader they had come to serve. No doubt after such a fight he was deposed, taking his own life, as the way of the traditions goes, with Rokuro finding a replacement who would do things differently, who served the will of the people.. and would do great things for the province. People would now know his name, Rokuro Hengawa.. and realise he was a force to be reckoned with. No doubt word would spread, with mixed opinions throughout. Many praise was found, for him being a hero, but at the same time, he was also demonised, for breaching the peace and causing chaos. Regardless, he had done his first deed.. and had made a name for himself in the process.

While such a name, such a reputation, earned him accolades and popularity, he was always humble in his work, never accepting any gifts for his services.. and never boasting. Such was part of his teachings from his old master, never be consumed by fame. He always sought to help people out when he had the chance to, when he wasn't tending to the shrine or his tigers. He was also keen on reading about what might be happening, if there were other threats in the country that had to be taken care of. Many moons would pass, before the need to stand up, the need to fight, would rise again.. and see him in an even bigger fight than before.

Rumour had it of a man.. no.. a giant, only referred to as the Great Terror, causing havoc amongst the provinces. Real name Gonohura, he would use his sheer strength and powers to claim provinces for his own, to use them to generate income to create a new empire. Those who cooperated were left alone. Those that didn't... were reduced to rubble. Clearly a bully.. and someone he had to take care of quickly. Again he had to leave his Shrine.. and go further distances, who knows how far, in search of this beastly creature. One day he would find him, after such a long search, hearing of his next move and reaching such a destination before he did. The rumours were true, this man was of a size incomparable, truly a giant.. and one who indeed threatened the next province with terror and destruction. Someone who was too big for his boots.. and someone who underestimated the 'cockroach' that was Rokuro Hengawa. Those who saw him fight, saw him fierce, quick, almost like lightning, dodging every hard punch, save for the first one, just to show that such was meaningless. This opponent angered the Great Terror, whose rage lifted the earth, to consume this worthless rat.. but even then, Rokuro just kept on avoiding his attacks, wearing him out.. and striking him at the earliest opportunity. His final attack, the one that would finish him off, involved lunging.. no.. pouncing on the giant... like a tiger ready to devour it's prey... roar and all. The sight was an unfriendly one, but the fight itself garnered him a title, one that he would forever be known for. Rokuro Hengawa, The Lighting Tiger.

Now he would be known throughout the country.. and more than just someone who deposed a controversial Daimyo. He was a warrior.. and a renown giant killer. The accolades now were unanimous. Even still, he was humble, still never boasting, still never accepting more than he should. After the long trek home, he would resume his life, tending to tigers, meditating, forever learning, even going to the villages when he needed to.. until the next threat would come.

It took quite a bit of time, who knows how much time, but the first instance of something new occurred in the village, while he was shopping for food and other supplies. In an instant, a passer by would instantly stop... turn unnaturally.. and just like that, lunge at the Samurai with new found strength. While quick and easy to take care of there and then, the hallmarks of darkness were evident, that this poor person had been possessed, with a dark aura.. and red eyes.. and it seemed it had happen without warning. Already he was worried.. and quickly set to work in finding out why... noting every time it occurred, a person suddenly losing all sense of self, becoming a puppet, all to somehow ensure the Samurai’s death... or maybe these possessions.. were only the beginning of something far more sinister. No theory was to be discarded, but rumors were coming from the mountains.. of a tyrannical king, who had somehow garnered the ability to possess people.. not just one at a time, but hordes and hordes, to do his bidding, villages falling so easily, with all it’s inhabitants falling prey to his power. It seemed he had a new enemy to face.. one who already knew about him.. and sought to take him out first.

At first on his journey, he’d find villages were already plagued with a few of these ‘zombie-like’ people, but the closer he got to the hellish mountain tops, he would end up finding villages completely filled with these possessed people, that he had to swiftly weave through to get to his goal. How thoughtful he was not to kill them, but to just do what he could to get past them. The mountains were filled with them too, even beastly animals were possessed, to try and keep him at bay, to hinder his progress, but he would still get closer and closer, until he reached the fortress at the highest peak, above the clouds, to the hall of the Demon King, the hellish tyrant who started all of this mess.

The Demon King was unlike any adversary he had face before.. and one who might have almost had him. He seemed to have energy radiate from him to fight and fight and fight, with abilities and powers that fit his name. How he strove to reach his goal, to take over the world, wrapped around his finger.. but Rokuro wasn’t an easy pushover.. and he kept at it.. and at it and at it, up and down the peak, although mainly trying to fight upward. He would use the energy of the world, the universe and the stars, to overcome this horrific adversary. As much as the Demon King tried to have the upper hand, the fighting eventually took a toll.. and soon he would expose a weakness that the Lightning Tiger would take chance of.. and easily claim the fight. The fight was brought to the top of this peak, beyond the fortress... how convenient that such was actually built on a volcano... and while Rokuro didn’t want to do it, the end of this fight would come... by ensuring the Demon King would slip to his doom, to be consumed by the lava... what would have been the only way to defeat this seemingly indestructible despot.

How unfortunate, that with his death, the Lightning Tiger would have to descend the volcano at such a rapid rate, as the Demon King had been absorbing it’s destructive energy to keep it at bay. Without it, the volcano would fire up... and erupt with such force. Even back on ground, he still had to flee, from the mess it would create, completely obliterating the fortress that was built on it, for one thing. The good thing about it? There was no village in range of the volcano’s destructive radius.. and the end of this saga would come in the aftermath of the eruption, the possessed people and animals regaining their sanity.. and themselves. From strength to strength, Rokuro Hengawa was making leaps and bounds, saving the world from greater and greater threats.

However, his last adversary, would bring his own demise.

One day the sky would be covered in clouds, clouds that were never seen before, of pure black darkness, hiding the sun.. and plunging the world into a permanent night. An entity the likes of nothing ever seen before, had arrived to such a planet, in such a universe, to find the fated samurai, the one who had deposed the Demon King. Such an entity knew of Rokuro, more than what the Lightning Tiger even knew of himself. The entity knew of what he was.. and why he was a threat to it’s plans.. how it had grown to a point where it felt like it might well be unstoppable... if this one individual was taken out now. Armies of pure darkness he had to trudge through, to fight, tirelessly, ending up in an open field, where the entity, known as the Embodiment... would reveal itself... as well as what it knew about him.. and what it’s ultimate objective was... to consume.. everything, to rid all the multiverse of light and life.. and to turn the Void, a natural occurrence, into something far, far bigger.. an eternal singularity.

When the ultimate fight would come, the clouds would shroud everything in darkness, with only lightning to light up the field.. and thunder to echo out into the distance. This was the fight of all fights... and truly something Rokuro himself would always remember, how it seemed like he had been training for this very moment, the strongest enemy.. fighting with everything he had, in defense and offense. A battle on so many fronts, of strength, of speed, of agility, of stamina.. of everything. It was like in that moment the multiverse itself hung on with fated breath, waiting for the outcome of this fight.. and while it may have seemed impossible, hope, still remained, that light would indeed prevail.

Then there was the psychological front, how the Embodiment, even in the midst of such an intense battle, would taunt the samurai, how it wanted him to feel hopeless, that everything is hopeless, that this is how everything will end up, consumed by darkness... and that the Void was infinite.. that it was eternal... but Rokuro refused to believe that.. and he would keep fighting, trying to lay hits on the being, while at the same time, not exposing any vulnerabilities.

It seemed like this could go on forever and ever.. but Rokuro was an Atomite, an incarnation of the original God that first fought the Embodiment, along with it’s army. It was a copy.. but one that may not be as strong as the original. It would seem, that the fight may well be lost eventually, until he heard a voice in his head that would tell him one thing.

Go for the chest.

..And so he made his effort, a last ditch effort, an onslaught of energy as he managed to find a way to one up the Embodiment in the heat of the battle, waiting for it to try and taunt him one last time.. and in a moment of distraction, managed to impale the dark being, with not one, but both his swords... straight through the chest.

Even then, he knew that would not be enough... but he knew what must be done. The Embodiment was a being of darkness... one that had a weakness... an anti... and he would give such a creature an overdose of such a kryptonite. The swords glowed as he took energy from the world, the stars... everything he could... filling the being as it groaned in sheer pain, but still managing to taunt the man, how the only way to win this was to use his own strength... and that the samurai will die during the process. Rokuro had only one answer to such a taunt.

“If I have to give my life to breathe life to the world.. to all that is living... then so be it!”

With that, he added his own energy, all of his energy, as he consumed the being in light. The result of such pressure, all of that light in a being of darkness, it would no doubt result in the Embodiment’s shell, it’s body, bursting with such light, the immense pressure like an explosion, filling all in it’s range with it’s bright, white light. No doubt the male was knocked backwards.. and for a brief moment.. everything was a blur.

He knew that when he would wake up, that he would struggle to move... but what would he wake up to? When his eyes opened, struggling at that, he would see a bright blue sky. All trace of darkness had gone.. and the sun shone brightly upon the Earth once more. With his last inch of energy, he would reach out, as if wanting to touch the sky.. or maybe he was reaching for something else.. before his hand would drop back to him.. and his eyes slowly closed.

in death, he would be described as the legend that fought the darkness, forever hailed as the warrior who saved the world.. and to some people, the multiverse in itself. He did have an afterlife, starting out in a cramped building, before it would expand, to great detail. In such an afterlife, he had his own home, exactly as it was, the way it always was, on the same hill, in the same forest... everything replicated exactly.

While in his living years, he never got to experience love and intimacy.. and while he would on occasion wonder what that would have been like, he had felt that he had lived his life to the full, seeing so much and accomplishing more than most, being one of the only few Atomite incarnates to perform a feat on a multiversal scale. His afterlife is content... and while he longs for more exploration, to see and do more... he would live in peace... and happiness.

Hydal Bartis

Hydal Bartis was born in medieval times, growing up in a particular kingdom, easily having the dream like most boys back then to become a knight, a protector, a warrior for one's King, one's people. Even as a kid he showed clear talent for fighting and was straight away put into squireship when he hit the right age. Every duty, every requirement thrown at him, he performed, valiantly, perfectly, without fault. Clearly, he was truly knight material, in every single way, in skill, in demeanor, in attitude, he learned it all, understanding what was expected of him in his role, serving with utmost diligence.

At first he was serving his kingdom, protecting the central castle and it's monarch. He was very quick to foil every assassination attempt, even if there were only one or two he ever experienced. He had also served on the front lines, where his skills really came into play. No doubt a Legend had been created, with a lone, blonde knight, taking on immense armies, all on his own... and winning. Such earned him many accolades.. and for a long period of time, served directly under the King, protecting such, as well as the Queen and Royal Family, from anything that came at them.

Of course, in due time, that King would die, so would the Queen, new people step in and take power, Hydal would serve under them as well. People wonder how he stayed so young, still fresh, with unrivalled ability. He too, did not know until his own death. However, it would come to serving under a later King, that would test his loyalty to the Kingdom. His first King was kind, generous, benevolent, everyone loved him. There were Kings that were firmer, but fair.. and Hydal would be told of decisions made.. and why. He understood.. and from that, he grew, coming to learn about what was truly best for the people, even if some things might seem inconvenient.

But then came one King, his last King, that really put his judgement, his loyalty, to the test. Self serving, arrogant, corrupt, only in it for himself. Hydal had a job to protect such a figure, such a monarch, but he did not become a Knight, purely to serve a King. He did it to serve people, the populace. If it meant serving under a King who made their lives peaceful and happy, then he was doing his job, but now it came to the point where such a position was counteractive. He was torn. Loyalty to his King, or the people? A true knight did as they were told, not to question any decision the King made.. but why... why was it meant to be that way?

There were choices. Keep serving the King, like the loyal servant he was. Kill the King, for the good of the people, but forever tarnish his reputation... or do something else. He had an idea, a vision, what if he could protect more than just his Kingdom? There were people in other Kingdoms that needed protecting, saving, from whatever adversity came to them. In the end he decided to leave his old Kingdom behind, with a group of comrades.. and start a troupe. A group of travelling Knights, a legion that would protect everyone... protect the world.

He did not ever go as far as to liberate Kingdoms, but in a realm full of magic, there were plenty of adversaries to face. Witches and warlocks who wielded immense power, brainwashing, causing chaos, armies of skeletons and trees. Even, it seemed, the moonlight stars were turned against him, but every thing that was thrown at him, he overcame, even if, in the more extreme cases, on his own. Popularity spread as far as it could go. Hydal Bartis, the Knight of all the Lands.. but soon a new name would be found, from one of his more memorable encounters. Hydal Bartis: The Star Fighter. A title that was associated with him, both for fighting the stars... and fighting like the stars were always on his side.

His final fight was of dramatic consequence, a tyrant, an emperor with magic worse than any wizard, warlock or witch, sought to dominate everything. Someone who might have known too much, who tapped into the deepest corners of the world.. and found something truly horrific, that he would channel for his own goals... as well as the goals of another, the goals of a new partner, a new comrade, for further conquest, beyond the lands, beyond the world. Armies rose from the ground, unnatural, inhuman, a seemingly endless force to flood every Kingdom, every town, to consume anything and everything. The one thing standing in the way.. was Hydal.

While it seemed like he was fighting more fiercely, he still managed to vanquish those armies, with ever growing ability and power. The sight of such impressive feats was beyond comprehension. Everything they threw at him, he dispelled, inching closer and closer to bringing them down for good, but they had one last trick up their sleeve.

The emperor and his comrade combined their powers, their energy, their spirits... creating an abomination of a nightmarish scale. A humongous dragon, bigger than anything, than any castle, than any mountain, had been born... and it would seek to annihilate the one Knight that stood in their way.

It was a vicious battle, truly a case of light vs dark. Everything was thrown at eachother, Hydal himself would use his own abilities, his energy, method after method, attack after attack, to ward off the dragon's abhorrent attacks, to wear it down more and more, an exercise that seemed hopeless, impossible, beyond comprehension. But.. something was on Hydal's side, more than energy, more than light, more than the people.

It was like someone was talking to him, saying something to him, without words. Call upon the power of the stars, they said. Bring the sky down.. and engulf the beast with all the lights of the night.

It was like nothing he had done before. Sure, he had used the stars to his advantage, but not on this level. He even wondered if he could even do it at all, but he tried. In a battle stance he stood, sword raised, eyes open and glowing, brighter than ever before. Concentrate, focus it all on the stars.. and give it hell. Suddenly, it was like the stars in the sky began to fall, bright lights coming down at a speed faster than light, raining down upon the dragon. At first it was bit by bit, the first blows clearly enough to make the dragon writhe in agony, to knock it off it's feet, but the man wasn't done yet. He was taking it level be level, always going the next step.. and before he knew it, the entirety of the stars would fall, raining down on the dragon, like an endless shower of immense light energy, of torture. The dragon might have had a skin thicker than what sword could pierce, but the sheer energy of those stars alone, without their physical form, brought shockwaves of pain, suffering and damage to the dragon.

By the end of such a shower, the dragon lay, but clearly not done yet. It was trying, oh so trying to get up, to shake all of this off, despite the pain it was carrying. The light was toxic to the dragon, an anti to a being of sheer darkness, but it was ever resilient, even as it struggled to move, to stand, to fight. Hydal knew, as well, that he wasn't done.. and while such a dragon was down, he would use his last move, to finish it off for good.

Again did he focus, little stars now, coming from the sky, but not as raining meteors of energy, bur they came down, to surround the beast. It was like the stars in the night sky were not enough.. and the man, while straining in energy, called upon the stars of everywhere, anywhere. It was like the multiverse had heard him.. and obliged. Those stars slowly came round the dragon, enveloping it in light. When the dragon was engulfed, the light would begin to brighten.. and brighten.. as if the energy was intensifying by the second, like the stars were multiplying, over and over. The ground even shook, upon such immense power, that only one man, the knight himself, was controlling, even as his energy was being used up. Controlling stars on this extreme, to this extent.. and to what he was being used for, was taking everything out of him, but he knew, this had to be done, this, was going to do it.

And in the crucial moment, as the light blinded everything and anything, he raised one hand... and snapped his fingers once.

It was an explosion that would not be seen again for centuries. It was on a scale grander than an atomic bomb. Open fields, trees, anything around the field he had brought it to, devastated, annihilated, along with the creation of quite the open crater, as if a comet had struck the planet. There was only one thing that would remain after the light had cleared, the smoke lifting... the knight, right in the middle of that crater, still physically there, but no doubt in the worst state he had ever been, like everything had been taken out of him. He might not have been taken in the explosion, but with using so much of his own energy in extinguishing the dragon, the blast had taken what was left... and left him in a deteriorating state of paralysis.

He couldn't get up, he could hardly move, the pain he was carrying was dull, from a fading mind, a fading soul. He was only just able to see the dark clouds dissipate, the sun coming out, brightening the world once more, just that blue sky... his last sight, before he was taken from the land of the living.

Hydal Bartis is one of the few Atomites that achieved above and beyond the scale of his country, maybe even his world. He did not even know until after his death about the underlying factors that birthed that dragon, how a darkness, seemingly Multiversal, had risen from ashes, finding a like minded individual.. and wreaking havoc. It is speculative that he may have achieved a feat of Multiversal importance, maybe even on more than one occasion.

Throughout his life, Hydal was of the utmost loyalty, first to a King, then to a Kingdom, then to the world. He is, on the outside, a knight through and through, fully committed to his servitude, always looking into what might be a threat in the future and seeking every possible measure to stop it, even if it meant dealing with it himself. He was always polite towards his comrades, as well as the people. He may seem stern, but such was the behavior he was expected to become, someone who had to make tough decisions in the shortest amount of time. While he was still learning a lot, he was also always, always on the hunt for whatever might threaten the people next, usually with as little rest as possible.

However, despite his tough shell, there was a side to him that did not surface until after his death, when he made it to the afterlife, along with the other Atomites. With the loss of purpose, the inability to protect the people he cared for, came a side of regret. Throughout his whole life, he had spent it all on servitude, protecting the world from everything that jeopardised it. In doing so, he missed out on the finer things in life.. in fact.. he never really had a life. No fun, no games... no companionship.. not even the spark of love. What had developed then, inside that shell, was a side of loneliness. Maybe there just wasn't any time to do any of those things. Maybe he just didn't think to stop for a while. All he knows is, his ship sailed a long, long time ago... and in this peace, he'll never get it back.

It is then, that he can be described on the outside as touch, stern, but polite in that regard. Even now he still has that exterior. If he's put to something, he'll see it through to the end. But, if you talk to him long enough, chip away at the armour, the sword, one just might find that lonely man, who wants that chance to love... to really live... to have the life he never really had in the first place, or would have had, if he wanted to do anything different. As much as he is an expert at hiding his emotions nearly all the time, sometimes it just takes a bit of one on one, to see the inside. He is also clearly kind towards civilians, people, the very thing he serves to protect. As much as he may be doing a job, if he has the chance, he may take a small part out of his day, just to help with something, if it can be done quickly, so that he can return to his job as quickly as possible.

Dusan Voslov

Dusan Voslov was born at the end of the 19th Century in Russia, growing up during the turbulent times of the last Tsar, as well as the revolution that turned his country on it's heel. He grew up to fight in the Russian Army, in both World Wars, firstly for the Tsar in WWI until the Revolution.. and then under the Soviet Union in WW2. After both wars, he continued his service with the USSR in the KGB, seeking to identify and thwart any threat to Russia and it's people.

He is a workaholic, a careful analyst, always trying to keep a cool head to achieve things and get things done. Life's pleasures passed him by, all sacrificed for the servitude of his country, of his people. While his combat skills were put to the test in the two World Wars, it was his intelligence work in the KGB that had really developed in his life.

He is one of the longer lived Atomites that is actually documented from a birth certificate to time of death. The Soviet Union no doubt had questions about him, how he can stay so youthful, so agile, at the age he reached. Had he lived any longer, who knows what might have happened to him. He never understood why either, until he died.

Dusan was killed at the front door of his house, but not by either the USSR or the American CIA. Instead he was killed for his Atomite DNA, used by Zeus Ethinger to create the abomination known as Atlas, the man who would become the father of another Atomite... Bowen Chuuno. It is in a technical sense that Dusan Voslov is Bowen's grandfather.. and some people speculate Bowen's intelligence and operative skills were inherited from Dusan.

Despite all this, he is also an Atomite that did not live to achieve anything on a multiversal scale, due to the circumstances he was placed. He worked tirelessly for Russia, even if he had reservations both about the Tsar and the Soviet Union. He was diligent in his work, for the people, to ensure that they would forever live in peace, despite the conditions they lived under.

In the Myth of the Mighty Atom, the titular god, Atom, gave his life in tragic circumstances to create the multiverse. One of those conditions, was that Atom was to experience the diversity of such universes through new lives.. or 'incarnations'. While the bulk of incarnations themselves carry the same traits, blonde hair and blue eyes.. they do not necessarily look like Atom himself. All grow up to possess the same abilities as Atom, save for a certain few, who end up becoming more powerful than Atom himself. These incarnations, while technically birthed from humans, are not actually humans at all. They are instead referred to in lore as ‘Atomites’.

A few Atomites have gone to achieve extraordinary things in life, honing their skills and powers to become formidable warriors, facing adversity on an immense, multiversal scale.. and sacrificing their lives for the continuation of life and peace. Not all Atomites had the chance to achieve such greatness, however. A few of them, through lack of time and circumstance, died naturally, whether it's because of causes of their own doing.. or due to the nature of others.

This is just one of a few examples.

Admus

Admus was born during the era of the Roman Empire. He grew up to become a revered Centurion in the Legion.. and later a Gladiator. Adored by Rome and the greater empire for his feats against armies.. as well as in the Colosseum, he could have become an Emperor if he so desired.

However, despite his feats, Admus was a selfish individual, basking in his fame and using it to indulge in copious affairs, with both women and men. He was clearly a party animal, in many different aspects. When he wasn't fighting for the delight of audiences, he was willfully sleeping around, much to the ire of many senior officials.

Admus was murdered by the last woman he slept with, who was paid handsomely by his enemies to seduce him into a moment of weakness. He is considered to be one of the least prominent Atomites, for even though he did a lot for Rome, his feats never got to a status of Multiversal significance.