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Tratoss

Ancient God of Deceit and Temptation…

Tratoss is a curious entity… It’s not so much of a person as it is an item. (It) is the essence of malice that takes whatever form it can claim. For though powerful- in the end it is still little more than a mask. Thus is it bound to need of finding a physical body to feed on and to bear it. The mask itself consumes it’s wearer and adds the ill will of it’s host to that of it’s own. To survive it must feed off of whatever life form is dumb enough to claim it as their own. Gullible or blind enough to give into it’s empty promises of power.

For whomever puts Tratoss on- becomes the interment of vengeance and spite. The victim is usually someone timid with low self-esteem. Someone who has been wronged in the past and dreams of revenge on individuals or society. Someone powerless and weak.

The perfect prey!

Tratoss will sing to the minds of his victims and fill their heart with dreams of revenge and power. The mask itself – calls to the minds of all beings of every race, and makes their soul burn with unquenchable passions, desires, and a lust for power. Tratoss also speaks to his soon to be victims in dreams- calling… Always calling. With lies of immortality and absolute power! Enough to overwhelm anyone with even the slightest weakness or doubt in their heart. For Tratoss is a master of temptation. Greed is his herald, his tool, his way. And with it he takes his willing victims. However- they and they alone must choose to put him on. He cannot force anyone to do so.

And these visions that dance wildly in their heads – filling their dreams with fantasy and pleasure- are all a part of Tratoss’s master plan. Filled with many a glittering promises that twinkle and shine like rare gemstones, in the eyes of the misguided fool whom dares to put Tratoss on. But the words of Tratoss are not but half truths and exaggerations. For whomever puts the mask on also becomes slave to the parasite that is Tratoss. Whatever semblance of humanity or an individual spark is slowly eaten- consumed utterly until not but the host’s worst intentions remain.

Thus the soul of the unfortunate victim is put through the crucible. Their very core is mutilated – their spark of life and all that is good is burnt away in hellfire until the pure product is unleashed. The impurities of compassion and righteousness gone- The remaining being is now made a perfect vessel for Tratoss to take over.

The deed done- the empty body will be shown no mercy. It will be twisted, trapped – inside a cage of darkness that grows around it… In the past - loved ones have tried removing the mask of Tratoss from those dear to them. Only to find in horror that no face remains underneath. There is not but twisted blackened bones, ash, and torn rotten flesh left under the thick panels of armor and bandages. Their loved ones are gone- ashes and bones are all that remain. There own ill will being all that that holds the body together.

For the truth is Tratoss never becomes one with his host- he consumes their very being, heart, mind, and body. Their ill will may become one with Tratoss- But their soul is destroyed. Harvested for power- for the worst elements of the human spirit.

Originally- Tratoss was one of the servants of the void. And a mighty servant was he. Keen in the arts of the subversion of life. One can think of him a bit like a dark angel. He was sent long ago when the universe was young to fulfill the will of the void. His physical incarnation was the product of human greed, and Solack folly. Tratoss was brought into the ancient world of man on their homeworld of Terra long ago, by a tribe of foolish humans. They had long desired the power to conquer and rule their enemies with an iron fist. An unnamed demon – traded them Tratoss for the soul of their chieftain’s first born son. …And that of the chieftain himself… So in the dark of night lit only by a pale green fire a demonic ritual was preformed – the human sacrifice made. And the lie was complete… The entire tribe was never seen again. Only one foreign slave remained to tell the tale. He simply said they were “taken away.” After that night- He never smiled again.

Through the centuries Tratoss passed from host to host tearing a path of destruction across human history from the shadows. Until at last it was used as a weapon to combat the Solack after the first Torvo War. There it was unleashed onto the Solack.

But it was the right weapon for the wrong race. Long have the Solack dealt with and employed so called “metaphysical weapons.” Technology that harnessed the power of electrochemical signals, pheromones, and ultra-sonic waves to influence and control the minds of others. Items that used seemly magical powers of an unknown technology –far beyond the comprehension of most people. Things that man called magic- but the Solack called exotic technology. They knew that things which seemed dubious and whimsical often had a very real- very cold origin. And creators that operated on principles the Solack knew little to nothing of. Such relics were consistently dangerous. The Solack didn’t take the bait…

And so Tratoss was press ganged into the service of the Solack Empire’s Omega Weapon Project. A plot to make a type of super soldier more powerful than an entire army.

The greater Super, Ultra, Giga, and eventually the Ultimate Weapon projects did indeed produce an army of super soldiers to match the already all powerful race of biomechanical living weapons that was the Solack. But it was long ago realized that their great power was unpredictable and ultimately uncontrollable.

Likewise- the new Omega weapon project eventually failed… Worse was the fact that of all the many attempts to copy and harness the powers of Tratoss… Only one was ever successful. And the wearer of that mask became equally unhinged as the wearers of Tratoss.

Since the Omega project’s failure- Tratoss vanished from the eyes of the Solack. Never to be seen again by the only people whom even came close to knowing it’s true power. The reasons Tratoss left were many. But above all others was his new rival.

Tromili… Ultimate Weapon of the Solack Empire. . . God of Hate? Insufferable! Tratoss had little choice but to confront this false god born in a test-tube by mortal hands. What right did Tromili have to the title of god? And what mockery was it to toss Tratoss aside in all his demonic glory- For what? Some bastardized demon of science? No! That could not be allowed to stand! Since the day of his disappearance, Tratoss set out on a matter of personal vengeance. Vendetta! A call to destroy the so called Ultimate Weapon claimed to be stronger than any demon of old.

But unlike Tromili whom is an Ultimate Weapon, Tratoss never became more than a meager Omega Weapon. A failed project to replace super weapons. While physically stronger than a Super Weapon – Tratoss has less power than an Ultra or Giga Weapon. Making Tratoss at best 3 levels under Tromili’s final abilities. This leaves Tratoss to be mainly a threat to Tromili only while he was still young. As Tromili grew in raw brute force Tratoss no longer sought to directly engage Tromili in combat- for obvious reasons.

(It would be like bitch slapping an attack dog with a locomotive.)

At that point Tratoss used more intellect that barbarism to foil Tromili and cause devastation. This is when Tratoss’s plotting ability truly began to materialize.

Tratoss is very interesting as he is almost without any emotions other than mania. He never feels sadness or fear. Only craze. –Only Bloodlust served with bone chilling laughter. He doesn’t pair up with anyone for love or lust- he feels neither. He never wants nor needs anything other than bloodshed. He exists only to destroy. -Hollow and unfeeling.

Whenever he is killed his mask calls to a new victim. With voices and nightmares that can drive a normal person to insanity. Whoever’s fool enough to put the mask on will become the new body of Tratoss. –Their personality dissolves along with their flesh as their eyes and organs begin to rot off- replaced by, something else… They lose themselves and their humanity in the end. For in the end there will only ever be Tratoss. And his will, be done.

Tratoss serves a doppelganger role in the most classical sense as the evil in Tromili’s will made flesh. – He will appear at every crossroad when Tromili chooses the path of unmitigated good for a prolonged period of time. Tratoss thus becomes a shadow- a reminder of the darkness in Tromili’s soul. Tratoss keeps to a gratuitously violent and psychopathic nature, killing simply for pleasure. Tratoss can and does come up with very elaborate plots to affect mass killings –but seemly prefers random and unwarranted acts of violence such as shooting his own accomplices or destroying his own forces. The more carnage and suffering he can inflict the more powerful he becomes.

Yet in the end. He is hollow. Just. A. Mask. An Idea. A piece of humanity itself. But perhaps not entirely beyond redemption? For what is a single piece of anything, but a shard of a greater whole. And if one can find the other aspects of anything- Can one not become whole?

Maybe… Just Maybe…

Tratoss - Concept, Stories, and Art © Infinity Unbound
No: Sampling, Sharing, Rendering, Tracing, Editing, Distributing, Reproducing, Re-uploading, Copying,
Or any other forms of stealing

Description

Tratoss

Ancient God of Deceit and Temptation…

Tratoss is a curious entity… It’s not so much of a person as it is an item. (It) is the essence of malice that takes whatever form it can claim. For though powerful- in the end it is still little more than a mask. Thus is it bound to need of finding a physical body to feed on and to bear it. The mask itself consumes it’s wearer and adds the ill will of it’s host to that of it’s own. To survive it must feed off of whatever life form is dumb enough to claim it as their own. Gullible or blind enough to give into it’s empty promises of power.

For whomever puts Tratoss on- becomes the interment of vengeance and spite. The victim is usually someone timid with low self-esteem. Someone who has been wronged in the past and dreams of revenge on individuals or society. Someone powerless and weak.

The perfect prey!

Tratoss will sing to the minds of his victims and fill their heart with dreams of revenge and power. The mask itself – calls to the minds of all beings of every race, and makes their soul burn with unquenchable passions, desires, and a lust for power. Tratoss also speaks to his soon to be victims in dreams- calling… Always calling. With lies of immortality and absolute power! Enough to overwhelm anyone with even the slightest weakness or doubt in their heart. For Tratoss is a master of temptation. Greed is his herald, his tool, his way. And with it he takes his willing victims. However- they and they alone must choose to put him on. He cannot force anyone to do so.

And these visions that dance wildly in their heads – filling their dreams with fantasy and pleasure- are all a part of Tratoss’s master plan. Filled with many a glittering promises that twinkle and shine like rare gemstones, in the eyes of the misguided fool whom dares to put Tratoss on. But the words of Tratoss are not but half truths and exaggerations. For whomever puts the mask on also becomes slave to the parasite that is Tratoss. Whatever semblance of humanity or an individual spark is slowly eaten- consumed utterly until not but the host’s worst intentions remain.

Thus the soul of the unfortunate victim is put through the crucible. Their very core is mutilated – their spark of life and all that is good is burnt away in hellfire until the pure product is unleashed. The impurities of compassion and righteousness gone- The remaining being is now made a perfect vessel for Tratoss to take over.

The deed done- the empty body will be shown no mercy. It will be twisted, trapped – inside a cage of darkness that grows around it… In the past - loved ones have tried removing the mask of Tratoss from those dear to them. Only to find in horror that no face remains underneath. There is not but twisted blackened bones, ash, and torn rotten flesh left under the thick panels of armor and bandages. Their loved ones are gone- ashes and bones are all that remain. There own ill will being all that that holds the body together.

For the truth is Tratoss never becomes one with his host- he consumes their very being, heart, mind, and body. Their ill will may become one with Tratoss- But their soul is destroyed. Harvested for power- for the worst elements of the human spirit.

Originally- Tratoss was one of the servants of the void. And a mighty servant was he. Keen in the arts of the subversion of life. One can think of him a bit like a dark angel. He was sent long ago when the universe was young to fulfill the will of the void. His physical incarnation was the product of human greed, and Solack folly. Tratoss was brought into the ancient world of man on their homeworld of Terra long ago, by a tribe of foolish humans. They had long desired the power to conquer and rule their enemies with an iron fist. An unnamed demon – traded them Tratoss for the soul of their chieftain’s first born son. …And that of the chieftain himself… So in the dark of night lit only by a pale green fire a demonic ritual was preformed – the human sacrifice made. And the lie was complete… The entire tribe was never seen again. Only one foreign slave remained to tell the tale. He simply said they were “taken away.” After that night- He never smiled again.

Through the centuries Tratoss passed from host to host tearing a path of destruction across human history from the shadows. Until at last it was used as a weapon to combat the Solack after the first Torvo War. There it was unleashed onto the Solack.

But it was the right weapon for the wrong race. Long have the Solack dealt with and employed so called “metaphysical weapons.” Technology that harnessed the power of electrochemical signals, pheromones, and ultra-sonic waves to influence and control the minds of others. Items that used seemly magical powers of an unknown technology –far beyond the comprehension of most people. Things that man called magic- but the Solack called exotic technology. They knew that things which seemed dubious and whimsical often had a very real- very cold origin. And creators that operated on principles the Solack knew little to nothing of. Such relics were consistently dangerous. The Solack didn’t take the bait…

And so Tratoss was press ganged into the service of the Solack Empire’s Omega Weapon Project. A plot to make a type of super soldier more powerful than an entire army.

The greater Super, Ultra, Giga, and eventually the Ultimate Weapon projects did indeed produce an army of super soldiers to match the already all powerful race of biomechanical living weapons that was the Solack. But it was long ago realized that their great power was unpredictable and ultimately uncontrollable.

Likewise- the new Omega weapon project eventually failed… Worse was the fact that of all the many attempts to copy and harness the powers of Tratoss… Only one was ever successful. And the wearer of that mask became equally unhinged as the wearers of Tratoss.

Since the Omega project’s failure- Tratoss vanished from the eyes of the Solack. Never to be seen again by the only people whom even came close to knowing it’s true power. The reasons Tratoss left were many. But above all others was his new rival.

Tromili… Ultimate Weapon of the Solack Empire. . . God of Hate? Insufferable! Tratoss had little choice but to confront this false god born in a test-tube by mortal hands. What right did Tromili have to the title of god? And what mockery was it to toss Tratoss aside in all his demonic glory- For what? Some bastardized demon of science? No! That could not be allowed to stand! Since the day of his disappearance, Tratoss set out on a matter of personal vengeance. Vendetta! A call to destroy the so called Ultimate Weapon claimed to be stronger than any demon of old.

But unlike Tromili whom is an Ultimate Weapon, Tratoss never became more than a meager Omega Weapon. A failed project to replace super weapons. While physically stronger than a Super Weapon – Tratoss has less power than an Ultra or Giga Weapon. Making Tratoss at best 3 levels under Tromili’s final abilities. This leaves Tratoss to be mainly a threat to Tromili only while he was still young. As Tromili grew in raw brute force Tratoss no longer sought to directly engage Tromili in combat- for obvious reasons.

(It would be like bitch slapping an attack dog with a locomotive.)

At that point Tratoss used more intellect that barbarism to foil Tromili and cause devastation. This is when Tratoss’s plotting ability truly began to materialize.

Tratoss is very interesting as he is almost without any emotions other than mania. He never feels sadness or fear. Only craze. –Only Bloodlust served with bone chilling laughter. He doesn’t pair up with anyone for love or lust- he feels neither. He never wants nor needs anything other than bloodshed. He exists only to destroy. -Hollow and unfeeling.

Whenever he is killed his mask calls to a new victim. With voices and nightmares that can drive a normal person to insanity. Whoever’s fool enough to put the mask on will become the new body of Tratoss. –Their personality dissolves along with their flesh as their eyes and organs begin to rot off- replaced by, something else… They lose themselves and their humanity in the end. For in the end there will only ever be Tratoss. And his will, be done.

Tratoss serves a doppelganger role in the most classical sense as the evil in Tromili’s will made flesh. – He will appear at every crossroad when Tromili chooses the path of unmitigated good for a prolonged period of time. Tratoss thus becomes a shadow- a reminder of the darkness in Tromili’s soul. Tratoss keeps to a gratuitously violent and psychopathic nature, killing simply for pleasure. Tratoss can and does come up with very elaborate plots to affect mass killings –but seemly prefers random and unwarranted acts of violence such as shooting his own accomplices or destroying his own forces. The more carnage and suffering he can inflict the more powerful he becomes.

Yet in the end. He is hollow. Just. A. Mask. An Idea. A piece of humanity itself. But perhaps not entirely beyond redemption? For what is a single piece of anything, but a shard of a greater whole. And if one can find the other aspects of anything- Can one not become whole?

Maybe… Just Maybe…

Tratoss - Concept, Stories, and Art © Infinity Unbound
No: Sampling, Sharing, Rendering, Tracing, Editing, Distributing, Reproducing, Re-uploading, Copying,
Or any other forms of stealing