Arika Stack

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About Arika Stack

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    Aspect of Death
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  • Favorite RP Genre
    Not-High School
  • Role Playing Style
    Long winded, but full of exposition. I don't like driving the story or creating new materials to work with due to my introverted nature and strong avoidance of boundaries, but will can if I have to.
  • Favorite Character
    Arika Stack: The Psychotic Snarky Bitch
  1. I know that for all you know, I could be a 30 year old man in his basement, or a 15 year old kid with ambition, but I'm telling you right now, my name is Arika Stack, I'm the Aspect of Death (very cool job title I know) and I'm about to tell you the story of Zeke, my daughter, and the one person who could stand up to challenge me if I ever went the way of the last Death. To tell you about Zeke, I have to first tell you about Michael, and the endeavors of VF101, basically this story of when I saved the world by opening up portals and sending many thousands of nukes straight to hell. It's a novel, a real one, but I'll shorten it down to the essential details to give you an idea. VF101 is how I got introduced to this world you humans call Earth. For the first 7 centuries of my life, I was a resident of Cohtoa, a far away world, one very similar to the human ruled Earth. That is no accident, for Cohtoa was originally a ground for exiled gods, stripped of most of their power. It was a world without belief, and the humans there were more in tune with the vastly more powerful ley lines that coursed through the planet. It was truly a paradise for an Aspect who wanted to live without duty. I left Cohtoa, though. I left to hunt down the incarnations of the Aspects of Reality and Life, a man who called himself murder, and a woman who was dubbed murder. See, about 500 years ago, 200 years after I was born and 100 years after I had proven myself by destroying the original Death, Life and Reality decided it was time to retire, and use their essences to create intelligently designed versions of themselves. That was the plan. It turns out when you take an infinite and divine conscience and let humanity have its way of influencing it, it becomes a serial killer. Back to earth. Michael. He was one of the first people I came across on this planet known as Earth. He was in charge of the fighter Squadron VF101: The Grim Reapers. Normally I don't like people hailing essentially what I killed around my 100th birthday, but I understood what it represented. I met him on the battlefield, facing the horrible weapons humanity has created. I mean, not really. Cohtoan rebel-tech was fear itself. Human weapons, however, were oddly functional. I joined, and became the leader of what then became just the Reapers (I have issues with references to a failed Aspect), and we essentially saved the world like it was no big deal. I couldn't use my power beyond opening portals, or else the plane of reality would tear and... oops, I did just that. Michael, the brave soldier and amazing man, offered to jump through a tear of reality caused by my mistake, and hold off whatever was on the other side while I mended it. It turned out that Michael had a wife who was terminal, and his final wish to me was to take care of his daughter, who, unbeknownst to him, died in a miscarriage 2 days prior. Enter Yuri. While all traces of Michael were destroyed in the rift, his wife was still alive. All I had were a list of traits, a blank canvas, and no experience creating life. So, I did the rational thing. I sliced off a part of my soul, large enough to sustain itself and become much more than a typical recon-doppelganger, found his wife, and in one of the most terrifying things I have done, punched her in the stomach and let a god-sized helping of my perpetually in motion soul (all souls work like that but they can hardly create the amount of energy to create more soul). Fast forward 9 months, and the terminal disease spread to the resulting child. Fast forward 17 years, and the child died. That is when the links to mortality were discovered to not exist. 17 years and 9 months after that day, give or take a few months, I visited the daughter, Michael's daughter, and kept my promise. Yuri was dead, but in her short life, her soul already was strong enough to create her a new vessel, a body that was suitable for such power. Of course, I accelerated the process, and learned alot as well, but Yuri, or Zeke, was the first. All of her memories were in tact. She didn't speak english, because alot of my time on earth was spent in Japan -there might be some bad side stories there involving the Gunma drift scene and a white AE86 showing how displacement doesn't matter- hunting down Akane but she possessed the mind of an Aspect and picked it up quickly. I mean, for all intents and purposes, Yuri, or Zeke, as I call her, is my daughter. Now that you know the gist, let's go to where I met her for the first time, her deathbed. Of course, by now, the Reapers were openly hunted by some groups due to my... I sort of held the 1% of the world by the balls, and some of them united to hunt me using Reaper intel. That was a mistake to be fixed shortly after this scene. They heard that I was going to visit a place soon, that it was important, so they organized a highly paid, and vast militia to destroy it. The next chapter will be from mother's, and daughter's viewpoints. Stay tuned!
  2. I'd submit the hell out of this if I could, unfortunately, there's no download link and I don't feel like going through the trouble to get the mp3 track from the video (it's not hard, but it does take a while). So here. Have true terror.
  3. Scariest fucking song ever right here i don't even know what's going on
  4. yo

    I've been playing gay-resident-driving-game lately. It's super gay. Like. For real. What am I doing with my life.
  5. Well, I suppose I should introduce myself, shouldn’t I? My name is Arika Stack, and, I’m going to be blunt here: I’m the Aspect of Death. Needless to say, I carry a very… prestigious title, but I still feel it needs an explanation. See, really, all I’m in charge of is the afterlife, which is fantastic, because the only part of it that I truly administrate, is what you mortals call ‘hell’. I call it ‘hell’ to, so it’s no big deal. I guess, in a sense, that makes me Satan in the eyes of some people, which, honestly, is truly an insult; I’m the entire reason Satan has to use a contract system in the first place, because even some whiny demon everyone’s afraid of is nothing, in terms of power, compared to someone who can create and destroy, but mainly reshape, the entire, universe sized plane of hell, in a blink of an eye. Why yes, I certainly do pride myself on keeping hell up to date with what the universe presently looks like. We’re not here to talk about hell, however. Hell sucks. I should know, I live there. The place is nice. My home, needless to say, is really nice. The people though? Yuck. They’re generally the worst the universe has to offer, or demonic constructions, because those are a thing, and they’re just as cold and soulless as they sound. Look, I’m the Aspect of Death, I’m not afraid of getting robbed or stabbed with a demonic sword dick or something, but have you ever tried striking up a conversation with the soul of a mass rapist turned murderer who has been broken by a century of torture? I didn’t think so, but believe me, you don’t want to. It’s kind of awkward. See, as far as the people go, hell is a bad place to be. I’m not one for arrogance, so I rarely travel to the god-plane for social interaction, either. What? It’s a thing. It’s a plane of existence, the size of our universe (once again), where every god that you could ever imagine, exists. Of course, if you were given a soul that acted as a power source strong enough to do neat tricks like heal people or create fire (amazing, oh my god), wouldn’t you think you were special? These gods do. I swear. It doesn’t help that their power is largely based on how many followers they have, by some stupid system I didn’t design, and hasn’t ended up in total destruction yet, so I’m too lazy to fix it. As I’m the Aspect of Death, my title implies that there are other aspects out there. You are correct. They’re all dead, and slowly being reintroduced into the world one at a time. I have no idea what happened to the original aspects, and while a wealth of knowledge was left behind for me when I took my position, it had nothing on where the others went. See, I could go into extreme detail here, but the composition of my soul is very different than the only, what I’ll call, first generation aspect I knew. Right, so there’s others. I wouldn’t call them aspects, yet; one’s a vicious psychopath who I’m afraid more closely resembles the Aspect of Life, as their power source (soul) is largely tuned to work with a material (magic) so exotic, we here in Aspect-land use it to code what you guys know and refer to as a conscience! The other one is who I’m assuming is the Aspect of Reality, who can do everything I can do in the afterlife (read: hell), in your world. Well, not yet; he still has a lot to learn. I mean, I can too. It’d just end up tearing apart the plane of reality and destroying all life in the process. Aspects use energy, mainly because we’re boring and couldn’t think of a more magical name for it, also because we’re not morons and realize there’s nothing magical about a nuclear reactor, even if it somehow has no limits. There are two types of energy, and a third type that isn’t really a type but I’ll get to it later. Dark energy is what most people refer to as ‘magic’. It largely doesn’t exist in reality, and that’s mainly because it’s so volatile that in its rawest form, and thus overwrites and erases the code of your sou—destroys life. Let’s go with that. Destroys life. It can be refined to take physical form, but in its purest state, it has no material properties, and only acts as force. Pure energy is the opposite. It’s what you’re made out of. What your plane of existence is made out of. It’s energy that manifests itself in a physical form, and while, if you touched an orb of it, you would likely turn into a red mist because just don’t do that, it won’t damage your soul, at least. So there’s that. And then there’s what the soulweaver uses, which is basically a specialized version of dark energy that has been refined to take on acute transphysical (is that even a word) properties. It is, by far, the most exotic material in the universe, and the only known infinite source of it, uses it to create swords (that are infinitely sharp) to stab people with (an infinite amount of times). I’m not going to talk about Akane and Kiru’s relationship with me too much, but seeing as I’m the one trying to teach them how to use their abilities, usually I’m either ‘that dumb teacher who sits on her ass all day and doesn’t help me learn’, or, ‘that crazy bitch who just dropped me in the middle of nowhere and called it a lesson’. Enough about that. Dumb kids. So, I can be anywhere in the universe, on any plane of existence, on any given time (portals are awesome, no?), yet I choose to be on earth most of the time. I don’t get it either, but I must say that your planet it so… interesting. There are so many hobbies to take up, and your network of intelligence is awesome for something a few mortals created. That’s not to say there are things about this planet that bug me, but that’s largely why I just don’t… care (I can’t). If I cared, I’d drive myself nuts trying to get involved as, truly, someone who specialty isn’t blooming life and creating rainbows. No, I’m just here because I’m bored. Because I’m bored, I tend to do ridiculous things, like make a gourmet, three course meal on Mercury, and eat it as it’s cooking, because have you tried it? No? You’re missing out. How about something like designing a module that creates an energy shield (isn’t that what you guys want, according to your scifi novels) and burying in the ground for your mortals to excavate, knowing full well that your historians will likely discard it as trash because it’s not aged and dirty enough. Whatever stops me from killing everybody, right? Eh heh. Ah, that just got awkward. I guess you could say I have the best job in the world. Having to train two misfit morons (one of which is a serial killer) on how to act like an aspect aside, my job is pretty uneventful, and there are perks. I tend to keep myself busy, which is good, because boredom breeds insanity, and I do believe it is in your best interest to keep your Aspect of Death sane. Next time, I’ll write about something more… modern. That sounds fun, right? Less boring, at least? I know, it sucks, but I had to get my introduction out of the way.
  6. ...and it made me frown

    Kill la Kill ended. It made me frown. Alot.
  7. What are you listening to?

    As much as I wanted to post a youtube, they took this song down due to copyright because studios be ghey. So I pirated it and copied it to my webserver instead. Kill la Kill music is best music.
  8. Like Love

    When someone sounds genuinely concerned when they talk to me. Let me explain. There are some people who talk to you because they need someone to talk to, they need to unload all their info on someone, about their day, their trip to the store, whatever. That's not an indication that they don't like you-- they obviously are trying to evoke a response from you. However, people that make me feel loved, are those who talk to me, trying to get me to tell them about what's going on in my life, willing to listen, and have an equal and engaging conversation with me about it. So, I guess skipping all that, what makes me feel loved is when people start a conversation with 'hey, how are you doing?', or, 'let's talk about something we both like', instead of, "so, I went to the store today, and you won't believe how stupid people are in line."
  9. I'm back.

    Thank you guys for the warm welcomes. I expected maybe one person to remember be in a neutral and/or positive light, maybe two. Long time no see, HH, Timey, Glass, and Turtle. I guess I can get right into old Surreality tradition and start with this whole genderbend month thing. It shouldn't be too hard-- one of the first things I was planning on doing after re-registering was starting up another Arika blog. Also, hey, I could have went with 'Kiru Naka' for my screen name. Considering the character it came from, it's both incredibly stupid, and unintentionally brilliant.
  10. I'm back.

    I... uhhh... don't remember you exactly, but you have a Nonon signature and avatar and I've been absolutely obsessed with Kill la Kill lately, so that means we're friends now!
  11. I'm back.

    I'm also known as Twinmill5000, opposer of the ground zero mosque!
  12. I'm back.

    I'd first like to say that, when I last visited Surreal Twilight, I was a semi autistic teenager that got in a few huge disagreements with alot of members, and to be completely honest, I do not expect those who I have... er, for lack of a better wording, got into huge fucking arguments over stupid shit with, to forgive me. See, now that a few years have passed, I'll have you know that I've graduated, from a semi autistic teenager to a flourishing and wonderful, semi autistic adult. Still, I'd like to think that at least a couple people liked me on my final days before I stopped visiting and begun doing more autistic things (raging at the League community on General Discussion, for example). If not, well, uhh, hi Bleck. I don't know how committed I am to do any roleplays right off the bat, but rest assured, I plan to do most of my stuff here in character anyway. Fine. Half. I plan to do half of my stuff here in character. Moving on. I'm a bit surprised it took me this long to re-register to the forums. I'm glad to see, from at least what I saw, that this place is doing well. I understand that there may be some of you who do not know me. That's where the next couple paragraphs should come in handy. I'm a 21 year old writer who tries not to sound pretentious but--oh, there I go again, man, my thick, hot, gooey ego is just pouring into these words right now like, oh my god, that metaphor! It's so subtle in nature and so kewwwwl. Also I like being condescending. And that's all you need to know about me for now. Here, have some semi autistic writing from my past that I might update maybe in the future sometime yes? No? No. [the sound of puking] My well acclaimed Arika blog. I got one fan over it! Yippee! My old character profile thread! I'd update the writing, but the angsty godmoddy nature of angry 17 year old just gives that thread a nice aroma of dog shit and, I'll let you fill in the rest. So let me just trim the satirical overtone of my writing here and address one burning question. What changed in the past four years is, well, alot, of course. I don't know how many of you, or how well you knew me, but trust me when I say that there comes a point in a man's life where he grows up enough to realize that, not only do you not have to feed the fucking trolls, they won't troll you if you're a decent person in the first place. So here I am. A decent person. Yep. Besides, what kind of person would be if I came back to the site that got me into writing (also, lol@ myself thinking I was the best writer on the site for knowing what alliteration was), and actually, you know, continued writing here, and not on some, you know, other forum. Of ghosts. That's right. A halfway decent one. There you go.