"Even then he is nothing if he does not conquer his mind and steel away his soul, for he lives in a vortex of lies left behind by a love that broke apart and bloodied up his heart."
Serious and somewhat cynical. He's an obscure mixture of a pessimist and a realist. After being raised by a hidden race of ancient philosophers/scholars deep within the mountains, and then living exposed to modern society for almost ten years now; he has very mixed, sometimes conflicting, opinions and perceptions of the world around him.
He is my most treasured character, he has the most personal attachments.
He is my most treasured character, he has the most personal attachments.
Vortal
My first and most precious bean
He's a smart ass, with a tendency towards a cocky attitude on top of a
severe lack of understanding concerning socialising.
severe lack of understanding concerning socialising.
Character profile;;
Name:
Vortal Name meaning: Vortex in his native language. Number: #491 Gender: Male Sexuality: Homosexual Relationship status: Divorced. Single. Age: Adult Birthday: 30th of January Family: Cognium (brother) Adara (sister) Ai (son) Noctis (son) Accessories: Two feathers tied to his tail. In his pouch: His stone star. |
"The only people who can imagine the end of that downward spiral,
are the people who live outside of that vortex, blissfully ignorant." 渦 + キセノン = 思い ❤
Little quirks:
He has a distinctive accent that tends to flow into his speech every now and then, although he often tries to hide it. He's a bit claustrophobic. Vortal's movements are a little 'slithery' or lanky. He is also very well adapted to living nocturnally. Colour codes: ❤ light base : #0a0d14 ❤ dark base : #191d26 ❤ dark blue : #276399 ❤ light blue : #6dd9ff |
Optimist or pessimist:
Realist and pessimist. Pet peeve: Ignorance and naivety (it's a little hypocritical). Bad habits: Rubbing his neck and face when nervous/uncertain/anxious/etc. Dream: To heal his injured heart. To have a successful career in writing scientific literature. It is his wish to continue on living just like that. Indefinitely. Favourite colour: Black. Blue. The night sky. Favourite music: Piano and violins. Favourite food: Star fruit. Theme song(s): Counting Stars by OneRepublic Beautiful Times by Owl City Up All Night by Owl City Home - Topic What Is My Life - Gregory Brothers Profession: He is an astrologist and a physicist. He writes scientific literature for both. His editor hates him. |
A quick introduction:
Vortal, as a child, was quiet and reserved. Vortal, as a teen, was grumpy and a solid pessimist. Now, as a fully grown adult, he tends to act a little bit more... 'mature' and a bit less bratty. His cocky side has toned down just a tad but it can still be very prominent in some cases. He is still a naturally pessimistic bean, but, he has picked up many traits of a realist along the way. He prefers not to speak too much if he can help it and tends to dislike young beans. Xenon is easily the most important thing in Vortal's life, and he knows it. Vortal was my first bean and at first i guess i didn't really click with him but after five days of finding myself going back again and again to look at his contest; i entered for him. He is, to this day, my most precious bean. I click with him on a crazy personal level. My little pessimistic boy <33 He is my most fleshed-out character with the most detailed backstory and character development of them all.
Vortal's Official Adult Reference
Original Design by PolarAzulTigress
Original Design by PolarAzulTigress
Basic technical info:
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In depth info:
I built the idea of the 'Myrstqui' around that of a secluded commune of studious creatures, peaceful in nature and wise in character. |
Personality
Vortal is very intellectual and studious in nature, with a bit of a snarky attitude and a tendency towards significant levels of social ineptness. He is a little on the cocky side and more often than not makes for bad company. This of course does not apply to Xen, his boyfriend, and perhaps his son, Ai, also. Vortal basically just cherishes the two of them. However, Xen remains the only bean who Vortal can be the entirely relaxed around.
From the original try-out form:
Vortal has always been intellectually curious when he was raised by the Myrstqui. He tends to ask the elders questions about things he have never heard of, eager for knowledge. It taught him how to read books with a keen, loving, and studious eye. Due to this, his love of reading and exploration has grown stronger as time went by.
Vortal often feels nervous in a social setting. He doesn’t feel comfortable in social situations. He thinks it is anxiety producing. The Myrstqui had a close and peaceful civilisation and they had little need for very much communication or social company. Vortal doesn't know what’s appropriate for him to do and what’s not in any social situations. When slightly confident, he will try to joke about something but others will find the joke uncalled for, or he might try and give a compliment, only for it to come off in a distasteful way. In other words, he intends to generate one result, and ends up generating a totally different one. Since he struggles with making and holding and form of conversation, feeling at ease around others and expressing himself effectively, Vortal typically lacks any strong connections with others.
Vortal has a good understanding of the world around him. He displays quickness of understanding, sound thought, and good judgment.
Whilst Vortal is very studious and inquisitive he holds a childish sense of curiosity. He has the urge to investigate everything he passes by and his interest is easily piqued. The urge to ask questions is far from understandable, but being socially awkward does not help seal the deal.
Vortal has a quirky sense of humour that even he himself doesn't know about. There is just something about him that clicks, something that peaks interest of this shy soul. He is an individual peculiarity of character, a little boy in a storybook.
Vortal has a certain naiveté about the world around him that he was never given opportunity to discover whilst living with the Myrstqui. This includes him having absolutely no sense of the female mind.
Vortal hates being told what to do. If you tell him to do something he will either just ignore you or do the exact opposite. He's very strong willed in that way. He thinks that what he knows is the only thing of utter importance, so it is hopeless trying to lead him with persuasion. Although he is very kind hearted and if you are in need of help he will gladly oblige.
From the original try-out form:
Vortal has always been intellectually curious when he was raised by the Myrstqui. He tends to ask the elders questions about things he have never heard of, eager for knowledge. It taught him how to read books with a keen, loving, and studious eye. Due to this, his love of reading and exploration has grown stronger as time went by.
Vortal often feels nervous in a social setting. He doesn’t feel comfortable in social situations. He thinks it is anxiety producing. The Myrstqui had a close and peaceful civilisation and they had little need for very much communication or social company. Vortal doesn't know what’s appropriate for him to do and what’s not in any social situations. When slightly confident, he will try to joke about something but others will find the joke uncalled for, or he might try and give a compliment, only for it to come off in a distasteful way. In other words, he intends to generate one result, and ends up generating a totally different one. Since he struggles with making and holding and form of conversation, feeling at ease around others and expressing himself effectively, Vortal typically lacks any strong connections with others.
Vortal has a good understanding of the world around him. He displays quickness of understanding, sound thought, and good judgment.
Whilst Vortal is very studious and inquisitive he holds a childish sense of curiosity. He has the urge to investigate everything he passes by and his interest is easily piqued. The urge to ask questions is far from understandable, but being socially awkward does not help seal the deal.
Vortal has a quirky sense of humour that even he himself doesn't know about. There is just something about him that clicks, something that peaks interest of this shy soul. He is an individual peculiarity of character, a little boy in a storybook.
Vortal has a certain naiveté about the world around him that he was never given opportunity to discover whilst living with the Myrstqui. This includes him having absolutely no sense of the female mind.
Vortal hates being told what to do. If you tell him to do something he will either just ignore you or do the exact opposite. He's very strong willed in that way. He thinks that what he knows is the only thing of utter importance, so it is hopeless trying to lead him with persuasion. Although he is very kind hearted and if you are in need of help he will gladly oblige.
Vortal was, at first, horribly out of place around other beans. He still doesn't fit in 100% but has learnt how to act a bit more 'normal' around them after numerous session of 'studying' the other beans as they go about their daily lives and interactions. Vortal then made friends with a few select beans and talked to quite a few more. He made friends, he made enemies and he fell in love. His crush is of course, un-requited. And, actually, he isn't even aware of this crush himself. He never grew up with love for anything other than his adoptive parents and does not really understand the possibility or concept of loving someone outside of family. Truthfully, it scares him. He is still trying to fit in but finds himself feeling as if it is less urgent to do so day by day.
The adult Vortal:
Vortal has since moved past a lot of these problems, growing as he matures into an adult. He tends to be awkward and/or kind of cautious when socialising with others who aren't Xen. He's gotten better at interacting with the beans around him but still finds there are gaps in his ability to genuinely enjoy himself whilst doing so. On top of this are there's his usual inability to read a lot of social cues and lack of sense for boundaries regarding other's personal issues/lives.
The desolated Vortal:
After the sudden, unexplained disappearance of Xenon (his mate) roughly a year ago, Vortal found himself thrown into a dark place. Xen's abandonment was jarring and honestly unexpected, vanishing without so much as a few parting words. Any attempts to contact him after the fact fell upon seemingly deaf ears.
This experience changed him. He closed his heart away from the world again, drawing away from friends and family as he began to talk less and less. Optimistic traits almost all wiped out, his pessimistic side thrives. His communication skills suffered with the change, dissolving most of the social progress he'd achieved since he left the Myrstqui all those years ago. The wound often still feels fresh at times, though he tries his best to convince himself that it doesn't hurt anymore.
The current day Vortal:
He often dreams of retreating to the mountains; returning to his childhood home - to his adoptive parents - in search of healing his shattered heart and broken trust. He feels intense guilt when he thinks about how he's pushed away and punished his two children in a way they didn't deserve for things they didn't do. He feels the guilt so strongly that it quickens his breath and burns his heart more intensely than he can handle. He prefers to ignore the problem with a sense of desperation.
The adult Vortal:
Vortal has since moved past a lot of these problems, growing as he matures into an adult. He tends to be awkward and/or kind of cautious when socialising with others who aren't Xen. He's gotten better at interacting with the beans around him but still finds there are gaps in his ability to genuinely enjoy himself whilst doing so. On top of this are there's his usual inability to read a lot of social cues and lack of sense for boundaries regarding other's personal issues/lives.
The desolated Vortal:
After the sudden, unexplained disappearance of Xenon (his mate) roughly a year ago, Vortal found himself thrown into a dark place. Xen's abandonment was jarring and honestly unexpected, vanishing without so much as a few parting words. Any attempts to contact him after the fact fell upon seemingly deaf ears.
This experience changed him. He closed his heart away from the world again, drawing away from friends and family as he began to talk less and less. Optimistic traits almost all wiped out, his pessimistic side thrives. His communication skills suffered with the change, dissolving most of the social progress he'd achieved since he left the Myrstqui all those years ago. The wound often still feels fresh at times, though he tries his best to convince himself that it doesn't hurt anymore.
The current day Vortal:
He often dreams of retreating to the mountains; returning to his childhood home - to his adoptive parents - in search of healing his shattered heart and broken trust. He feels intense guilt when he thinks about how he's pushed away and punished his two children in a way they didn't deserve for things they didn't do. He feels the guilt so strongly that it quickens his breath and burns his heart more intensely than he can handle. He prefers to ignore the problem with a sense of desperation.
Pivotal history:
Main information:
I was raised in an ancient civilisation to the west. An ancient race, quite unlike your own, called the 'Myrstqui' raised me to their traditions and by their customs. They live in a secluded commune and study the ways of the universe. They are somewhat philosophers of sorts. Myrstqui have long , snake like bodies and are often mistaken for Chinese dragons. I grew up watching the skies and learning the paths of the sun and moon. I was taught the ancient tales of how the stars were formed and how we fell from the sky. We lived in the ruins of a large structure similar to the roman colosseums. We called it the 'Rayun'. It means ring in our native language. The Rayun sat near the top one of the smaller of a cluster of mountains. The Myrstqui have lived there for centuries over many generations and will not part that place for many more. 3 years after the Myrstqui found me i began to grow restless in the nursery. I was tired of the twinkling stars in the walls and bored of the plain stone floor. I wanted out. So i put my childish ways behind me and i grew up. No more pranks. No more yelling. I quieted down and learnt the mannerisms of the Myrstqui. I became one of them. I didn't hate the change, i was still me. I'm not pretending or being fake, i grew up this way and it is who i am. It is a part of me, and always will be. I grew accustomed to the sound of rain during winter and the stuffy heat during summer, the chirping birds during spring and the fiery leaves which found their way into the nursery during autumn. Winter grew to be my favourite season. The sound of the rain outside. I loved it. The thunder, the flashes of lightning that just barely lit up the nursery through the cracks in the walls, and the constant drumming of rain upon the ground. When i finally had my Star Ceremony (explanations for a lot of things can be found within the rest of the form) I was eager to see the world outside the nursery. I was eager to see the sky. Eager to feel the rain. Eager to gaze upon the stars. It was then, as i sat awe-struck with my eyes upon the stars, that i considered myself a true Myrstqui. I knew I wasn't one of them. I looked far too different. But i also knew i was one of them. Despite my outwards appearance. I am one of the Myrstqui. If not in whole then in spirituality. Always have been. Always will be. The Moon Ceremony, in which adolescent Myrstqui are branded with a five pointed star. They use an ancient remedy for staining paint passed down through the elders of their civilisation. The paint, once applied to their fur, will not come off. The fur is then stained for life. This is when a Myrstqui is then considered an adult. And lastly the Sun Ceremony. This is the ceremony in which an adult Myrstqui becomes an elder. They are given two feathers from birds they are required to hunt for the night prior to the ceremony. Whilst Vortal is not an elder, and whilst he never performed the Moon or Sun Ceremonies he was given two feathers by his guardians/parents. His father has three feathers due to him being the chief elder and his mother has two. They each gave him one of theirs and he keeps them wrapped safely around his tail tuff at all times. There were rituals for important things such as lunar ceremonies, birthing and uniyte. I believe in your tongue 'uniyte' (pronounced; 'you-nee-y-eye-t' translates into marriage. As well as smaller things such as the greetings of the day and night. Every dawn and every dusk we would gather in the centre of the Rayun and my father, being the chief elder, would repeat the traditional words of greeting. Vortal: I remember the day only vaguely. I was 5 at the time and that was actually fairly late of an age to be leaving the nursery. Myrstqui mature quickly, i'm told. The wall shimmered and glittered just like the sky. As per custom i had not seen even a glimpse of the real sky yet. Myrstqui in the nursery are forbidden from going outside of it until they perform their first maturing ceremony. Being given pass to look upon the sky is one of the greatest honours that can be bestowed upon one in the Myrstqui civilisation. I stepped forward and moved towards the eastern wall. I had already chosen which star i would take. I'd been looking at it all throughout the day today. It glimmered like what i assumed the stars in the real sky would glimmer. I scratched and pawed at the stone, trying to dislodge it from the wall. The star shaped stone was firmly embedded in the crumbling wall so it took quite some time before i finally managed to remove it. The stone was small yet oddly heavy and it felt comfortable in my paw. I turned to look up at my father and smiled. He looked down at me with the same regal and dignified expression he always wore but i could see the pride and happiness glimmering in his eyes. My mother stood next to him, eyes watery. This, i knew, was a big part of life in the Myrstqui civilisation. My parents held very high status in the commune so they had to remain respectable in image at all times, i knew this but i could also see their barely contained emotions. They loved me with all their hearts. And i loved them just as much back. Twilight was settling over the mountains as i strode towards the centre of the Rayun. It looked to be a cloudy night as most of the stars were already hidden in the sky. There would be little light to walk by tonight yet the moon was full and my eyesight keen. My father looked on at me as i approached, his stance stoic but his eyes emotional. My mother stood beside him, huddling into him as if cold or frightened. It was an especially chilly night and the wind was unforgiving. Though despite the heavy weather it was not a sad occasion nor was it a notably negative occasion. Despite my age and lack of experience the Myrstqui had come to the conclusion that it would benefit me to learn and grow faster than the other young ones. Apparently this included skipping right past common tradition and having me take part in an odd form of Sun Ceremony. I was to receive two feathers tonight. I wasn't quite sure why, all i had been told was when the ceremony would be held and that i was not to question the importance and significance of it taking place. As i got nearer to the centre and to my parents i became aware of the other Myrstqui leaving a noticeable gap between them and me. I was being respected. It was strange feeling to behold; it felt entirely unbefitting of someone of my age and lowly status but i didn't question it as now was not the time to ponder on such trivial things. I reached the centre of the Rayun and looked up into my father's eyes, my gaze imploring but firm. He looked down at me with sharp eyes and a neutral expression. The ceremony proceeded from that point onwards rather strangely due to a certain tense atmosphere. Apart from the feeling in the air the ceremony itself was typical and average. The Myrstqui remained almost silent throughout it as per usual for them. I sat alone under the stars after it was all over; my tail wrapped around my paws at the centre of the Rayun. My face was turned towards the sky, the moon illuminating my eyes. The two new feathers tied around the tuft on my tail fluttered slightly in the breeze. I sighed and smiled, gazing at the stars. |
Chief Elder:
The night was horribly stormy and rain poured down mercilessly upon our backs. The moon was thickly clouded in the sky so there was little light to walk by. We were cold and shivering as we searched but we continued on. We had been been heading back from a ritual lower down in the mountains when we heard the noise. It was a pitiful sound. An obviously young voice calling out for help. The poor creature could not yet talk so the sounds it made were primal at best and limited to shrill yelps and pained cries. We had discussed the situation briefly before deciding to search for the source of the noise. By the tone of the calls this creature was obviously desperate and it's voice was rough and hoarse leading us to the conclusion that it had been calling for quite some time now. The rain was sharp and cold and if we were suffering from it's effects this young pup would not last much longer in these conditions. The wind nipped at our eyes and bit at our skin as we canvased the mountainside. When we finally managed to find the pup it became evident that it had been either abandoned or separated from it's family. It's eyes were wide with fear and it sat huddled next to a tall pine tree. The creature looked different form us, it's body was not nearly as long and it lacked any of the defining features of our race. It's fur was midnight black speckled with blue star-like spots and it's face displayed the most awe inspiring markings i had ever seen gracing the fur of an animal. It was bleeding slightly from one paw where it must have been caught on something and i could see the pain and confusion in it's bright blue eyes as it stared up at me helplessly. The small bundle looked as if it was close to giving up hope. It was a mutual decision that we would take it back to the Rayun. None of us wanted to leave it behind. We approached the tiny creature with soft steps and friendly movements, trying not to frighten the poor creature even more. The terror in it's eyes made me feel terrible but i knew it would be better to take it with us than leave it out here in this cold, vicious weather. The small pup gave into fate eventually, lowering its head and lying down in the wet dirt. I managed to position the creature delicately on top of my back before we began making our way back to the Rayun. When we arrived back at the commune everyone was anxious and alert as we had returned later than usual. When they saw our group you could almost hear the collective sighs of relief but they didn't have long to be relaxed for they soon saw the dishevelled creature atop of my back. I took him straight to the nursery, weaving through the crowd as they parted around me. I held my head high as i passed through the centre of the Rayun and beckoned my spouse with a sharp flick of my head. The mother keeping watch of the nursery at the time appeared rather shocked to see me entering with a child upon my back. It made sense though, the whole commune was shocked at the suddenness of it all. I was a little too. The mother in the nursery stood hurriedly and bowed a little, as was expected considering my rank in the commune. After the pup was positioned safely in one of the warm nursery beds i looked over to my mate. She looked into my eyes and understood. She climbed into the warm bed of fur and feathers and lay beside the injured creature, warming it up with her own body heat. One of the medical elders came into the nursery, her movements swift and precise. She had, no doubt, sensed the need for her presence. She, too, looked a little surprised by what was awaiting her aid but she hardly faltered in her rush to tend to the injured pup. As soon as the wound was cleansed and dressed she stood and instructed me with polite yet clipped words to ensure the pup got adequate food and water and was to be watched closely for any signs of sickness. I gave her a small respectful nod and she whisked out of the nursery in a flurry of flowery scented air. I sat down beside my mate and looked down at the pup. My mate looked up at me and then back down at the pup. Alone with only my mate and the pup in the nursery i smiled. "Vortal." I said, my voice rich and thick as if tumbling from my mouth. "Vortal.." My mate whispered, her voice soft as silk. She gazed at the pup and i knew from her stare she had already made emotional bonds with the tiny thing. I curled myself around them both, silently accepting what i knew would happen from the start. We now had a son. Vortal was now one of us. Vortal: I have been told this tale throughout my whole life. I keep it close to my heart as I feel almost as if it was made, specially, for me. Back when the world was young and the trees were a mere few feet tall. In the age when the stars dominated the sky. They out shined the sun and the moon, proud and bright. But as they shone they grew full of themselves. They grew greedy. The stars demanded that the sky be given to them, and only them so that they could rule the sky unchallenged and unquestioned. The sun and the moon grew angry at the stars. Their greed and self importance was too strong, they said. They set out a plan and schemed a procedure. They would not endure the stars any longer. The sun and moon began to praise the stars. Fawning over them in exaggerated awe. The stars grew bigger, their egos grew stronger and heavier. But one day. When the stars were at their best, bragging and emphasising their greatness, they fell. They had become to large for the sky. Stars were not made to be that big. They could not hold themselves in the sky no matter how hard they struggled. The stars dropped and small pieces of themselves broke off as they did. Those small pieces are the stars that are scattered throughout the sky today. They fell to the ground and when they landed, they were small. They were nothing now. Nothing compared to the sun and moon which reigned over the whole of the sky. The stars cried. They cried the rivers of the earth as they wondered the world, in search of something. It was a hopeless, aimless search. One day the stars decided they would return to the sky, they would take it back. The stars gathered together and piled atop one another, climbing the sky. Higher and higher. The sun and moon noticed them and they would not have it. They froze the stars in place, reaching towards the sky for eternity. The stars became the mountains on which the Myrstqui live. We live for the stars and learn from their mistakes. It is our way. |
Quirks/unique traits:
(in deeper detail)
Updated:
Vortal has an accent completely unlike any common dialect due to where he grew up.
From the original try-out form:
Vortal's movements are a little 'slithery' or lanky. This is simply due to the fact that he grew up around the Myrstqui. They have very long bodies so they tend to move much like a snake. Vortal assumed it was just normal to move like that, as he considers himself one of them, so he tends to move quite similarly at times. Others could describe his movement as languid or fluid.
Vortal often pronounces his words oddly. The Myrstqui had a language surprisingly similar to the language you speak except most of the words and pronunciations were quite 'warped'. For example; 'oh-shy-en' in the Myrstqui language would be 'ocean' in your language. Poor Vortal is sometimes misunderstood or just plain incomprehensible when he speaks. He dislikes talking to large extents with beings he doesn't know anyone very well as a result of this.
Vortal is generally nocturnal. The Myrstqui race was nocturnal, the foremost being their love for the sky and stars and the second most being their dislike for extreme sunlight or brightness. And Vortal, in turn, prefers the night and darkness. Vortal has developed an above average eyesight, also, due to this.
Vortal can get very claustrophobic. The Myrstqui lived in a very open area with a very open atmosphere. The Rayun and many of the rooms and sections in it were very spacious and the land around the Rayun was wide and endless. Vortal got used to this openness and this sense of freedom. When locked in small spaces or put in very tight or stressful situations he freaks out. When it is at it's worst he usually faints from hyperventilating or from sheer terror.
Vortal has an accent completely unlike any common dialect due to where he grew up.
From the original try-out form:
Vortal's movements are a little 'slithery' or lanky. This is simply due to the fact that he grew up around the Myrstqui. They have very long bodies so they tend to move much like a snake. Vortal assumed it was just normal to move like that, as he considers himself one of them, so he tends to move quite similarly at times. Others could describe his movement as languid or fluid.
Vortal often pronounces his words oddly. The Myrstqui had a language surprisingly similar to the language you speak except most of the words and pronunciations were quite 'warped'. For example; 'oh-shy-en' in the Myrstqui language would be 'ocean' in your language. Poor Vortal is sometimes misunderstood or just plain incomprehensible when he speaks. He dislikes talking to large extents with beings he doesn't know anyone very well as a result of this.
Vortal is generally nocturnal. The Myrstqui race was nocturnal, the foremost being their love for the sky and stars and the second most being their dislike for extreme sunlight or brightness. And Vortal, in turn, prefers the night and darkness. Vortal has developed an above average eyesight, also, due to this.
Vortal can get very claustrophobic. The Myrstqui lived in a very open area with a very open atmosphere. The Rayun and many of the rooms and sections in it were very spacious and the land around the Rayun was wide and endless. Vortal got used to this openness and this sense of freedom. When locked in small spaces or put in very tight or stressful situations he freaks out. When it is at it's worst he usually faints from hyperventilating or from sheer terror.
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"Our stars are not where we last admired them. Our homes crumble and we don't know which place to long for."
I shaped this guy far too personally. He hits home on so many levels. Man, I love him though.