Acheron


Acheron
Real Name	Logan Drake
Race	Human
Birthplace	Chicago, Illinois
Birthday	October 14
Age	21 (Biologically)
Gender	Male
Height	6'2"
Weight	200 lbs
Blood Type	A
Professional Status
Affiliation	Himself
Profession	Interplanar Explorer
Base of Operations	Chicago
Relationships
Powers & Abilities
Powers	True Power (Absolute Existence)
Production Details
Voiced By	Crispin Freeman

"My son, he's always been obsessed with the things he couldn't do. No matter how I tried to comfort him, he would have none of it. Now I know why every time something even inconvenienced him, he knew what it would evolve into a limitation. A limitation that had to be broken. "

― Acheron's mother

"I was frightened by my power upon first awakening it. Such....limitless abilities all there to be used. No potential, no awakenings when things got tough. Just pure, overwhelming might that made my empathy towards others roll over in pain. I knew what it was like to be weak, and it just felt...unfair to have so much power at my disposal. Both to myself and those around me, who, at least at one point, I cared deeply about. I guess you could call it a fear of success. Becoming so much more than what you used to be that the current you are unrecognizable from you that desired this in the first place. It almost negated the whole purpose of coming this far. Almost. These doubts are merely passing hydrogen particles within this vast ocean of my mind. I don't have to be afraid of what I am. I just have to enjoy that I've come this far. "

― Acheron coming to terms with his knew godhood.

" I can't limit myself to accommodate them. Whether I'm the only one who walks on the stars or if I'm surrounded by millions of people - I will never be just another person amidst a sea of faces. I trudged through a hundred miles of shit to get this power, and I'll be damned if I let anyone make me feel bad about it. "

― Acheron describing his mindset.

"We as humans, even in the face of oblivion, cling on to the hope of survival. Desperately and hopelessly succumbing to our natural instincts to survive. These instincts are nothing more than a deception, a limitation of perspective. My children; I will teach you how to control your perspective to find rest in oblivion. To harness your uncertainty into a source of strength. So that one day, you may be born of the void that you so helplessly fear."

― Acheron to his children.

Appearance

Personality

Lifestyle

Philosophy

Attitude

History

Within the endless recesses of time, and upon the infinite expanse of space lied a planet known as Earth. Unbecoming, unimportant, and totally out shadowed by the vastness of the expanse it took part in. No entity would have ever guessed that from this backwater planet, a God would rise. As this planet, in many ways reflected its own inhabitant. Ordinary and mundane, lacking any characteristic worthy of notice save for the "gift" it had of seeing the vast universe and beyond, recognizing - and resenting- it's placed as a hopelessly bland marble amidst a sea of other planetary orbs. Lacking anything that would even come close to being special, and having to trudge through its existence circling around a star, something that could be viewed as worth something until its eventual death.

Such a man, one who perfectly reflects this planet as though he where it's avatar was Logan Drake. Born in 1996 to parents, flawed as they were, wanted nothing but the best for him. As any parent should, they enrolled him in the best schools that they could afford. Yet Logan as a strange child, who saw through the façade of importance that his teachers attempted to cast over his studies and academics. He saw into the bottomless meaninglessness that both he and this world shared. No amount of math or science could ever truly set him free from the absurdity of humanity's existence. They lived, toiled, suffered, and finally died. When we asked for the ultimate meaning of the accidental universe, the only answer was — silence. As such, they as a race has tried and failed to escape this absurdity by concocting tales and legends of Gods and afterlives. Attempting to prescribe some semblance of reason to their existence, and their instinctual need to live on.

As he moved on through life, these truths that the world showed him were becoming ever truer. He was but a mouse who could see the maze, and the cheese wasn't worth it. In his late teens, his attempted suicide, seeing no meaning in carrying on his life if this was all life had to offer him - hell, even taking what he wanted from life yielded no permanent results. So wrapped in his sadness, he could not hear the screams of those around him who cared for him. Only the aching vacuum which sought to consume him in order to satiate its appetite. All of this was generated by his own mind, of course, he could vividly see the reactions to his demise. The pain would cause, the funeral, the tears, and the anger would all resonate upon that day. Spun by those closest to him, who only knew the persona of the man who hid his pain for their own good.

As a 19-year-old teenager, he would succumb to the void as the noose tightened around his neck. Before his feet would lift themselves from the highchair, laughter broke from his lips and suddenly ascended into a guffaw as the rope broke from its bonds. His father went into his room, alarmed at the laughter emanating from it. It wasn't joyous or comical. It was maniacal. Like a madman who finally freed himself from the asylum. When he turned his son over on his back after failing to reach him via words, he was horrified at what he saw. Instead of eyes, Pitch black orbs where seeped into his skull. As he attempted to call 911, the phone disappeared from his hand, vanishing into nothingness. He turned, terrified at what was waiting for him. His son stared at him, eyes returned to normal, before grabbing a coat from his closest and disappearing into the night. The father began to frantically dial the numbers on the phone before he realized it had returned to his palm.

A few minutes earlier, Logan floated aimlessly in a pitch black void, he instinctually knew what was before him. The vid that always threatened to consume him. He welcomed it. After years of being torn apart by the revelation that all things were meaningless, he allowed himself to be absorbed into its maw. Or so one would think. For reasons unbeknownst to him, he began to fight it, not out of a need for survival. But to unmask the culprit behind his pain. What was the true nature of this void? It was not a physical battle -as one might expect- no, it was a clash of wills. One would expect his will to be broken, shattered beyond repair. It was, but his sheer hatred would weave them into something to fight with. The battle raged on for what seemed like the longest night before something miraculous happened. Forged by his own will, counter-wise to the course of nature, the chaotic void began to shape into that of an empty hand. Pure white, it's hand was stretched out revealing the primordial energies that were on the other side of the void. The Formless Divinity.

The hand reached out and as it grew closer and closer to him, the primordial energies coalesced into a singular sphere that penetrated his heart. The terrible energy tore through him, redefining everything he was. The atzmus, essence of God, drowned him that day as it came awake within him while altogether drowning him in its blazing light. As a new reality layered itself over the old, he was transformed by this power on every level, even down to the tiniest quantum particle and beyond. It was then that it dawned on him, fate would not extend its hand and create a miracle. A person had to reach into fate's hand and create that miracle themselves. And it was through this dark night of the soul that Logan had perfected an aspect of his humanity and underwent Apotheosis as he embraced to formless power and allowed it to fully embrace him as well. Resulting in a complete rebirth.

The hand that outstretched itself returned back from where it came. Back into the absolute beyond all things. Back into the Pleroma. Back to the present, Logan walked unafraid into the darkness that set itself before him. He was no longer the helpless teenager who had to look desperately towards some god his mother told stories about in order to add some form of order to his life. Now? He was that God.

Personal Statistics

Name: Logan Drake / Acheron / Pluto

MBTI: Possesses characteristics of INTJ, ENFG, ISFJ, ISFP

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Color Identity: Yellow.

Gender: Male

Age: 21 (Physical)

Date of Birth: June 30th, 1996

Height: 6'2

Weight: 225

Likes: Exploring his powers, adventuring, creating, reading, writing,

Dislikes: Stagnation, being a couch potato, bullies, people who wipe out the potential of others, Angels of mercy, belligerent people, moronic societies.

Affiliation: Himself.

Music:

Human

Classification: Transcendent Human, Ascended Deity, Primordial Deity of his Homestead.

Affiliation: Himself.

Homestead

Capabilities

After awakening his true power, Acheron became a human being of incalculable power. He has shown the needed knowledge and power to contend with entities who have laid claim to the title of "invicnible" and even overcome them when he grows bored of the fight. He is one of the very few individuals who can fully comprehend the Pleroma and the subsequent . Showing zero fear in the face of such utterly transcendent entities and even expressed confidence in being capable of confronting them should the need ever arise.

His complete control over his existence granted him access to absolutely any power; which, due to such an overwhelming amount of abilities being superfluous and unneeded, he then completely converted them into the Singular Power that laid itself at the center of their shared existence. Assilimating each and every power from such a limitless arsenal into that of the Dunamis Demiurgos, a reflection of his inner world in terms of pure power. Thus, creating something much more valuable than a power legion: The Power of God. With this power being equally as infinite as it's predecessor, Acheron shows complete mastery over the totality of his potential Creation; introducing created concepts and elements of his Boundless Inner World into that of the outside realms.

Despite his utterly overwhelming power, Acheron is not a simple brute or almighty idiot. He is never without his inherent knowledge and unbending inner strength that has allowed him to resist, confront, and transcend the likes of even the most destructive of inner struggles, such as the Inner Void. Also, Acheron cannot manipulate preexisting creations due to the names of the creators being written on every atom, and must instead resort to using the boundless resources of his inner world for either combat or the more mundane.