Benaiah Atsuko Zhen
justice

I don't know if I am CURSED or BLESSED one like me has never been, I am god in every horse sense of the word. I have been gifted with being born a cancel LYCAN & coquette yet I break every ruler of the taradiddle you hear about the wight. I am the pilot Omega Alpha baron of both sides because I was the low. My gifts and power allow me to REGENERATE or { regen as I call it ), Shapechange into any animal bird or mammalian, give someone the curse I have been born with yet I can choose whether they are flirt or lycans and whether they can kick the bucket on the curse, then I can produce modest rendering of me not with all my power but a vamper-lycan, I can change into a vapourific gas or smoke, I can call animate being from the wild to come and attend me for any length of sentence they can resist but they usually don't, from one taste of anything I can get its account sadly I can't do that to myself up until the import I tasted its pith, I can sense when others of rarified power is in my realm of cosmos before they are anywhere near me and not have it away who that soul is till I see them, in my plantation I can see into 1 future the paths that they can take the conclusion that can be made to convert those way yet is only happens at my grove it is not strong at initiatory but as u change of location closer to me the clearer it becomes, I can dominate creatures with a gaze or a tone deep into their centre and they will do my dictation for as foresightful as I desire or until the drop off their usefulness and I let them go or defeat them, my shadow is not my shadow any longer yet it is- it has a gens Kensutu and he tells me he is the creator of martial arts and he is an ever seeking noesis liveliness that is like my moral sense in a way- me personally I can not physically hold my own in a helping hand to deal situation I depend on my speed strength and cunning-Kensutu when he chooses can jump into my body and it's a whole different scenario.
My regen is something special it is what makes me immortal, pattern wounds stand no chance the just heal right up within indorsement. If I am killed that's where things get a little more fucked up for the next individual who finds me, you see let's say I'm missing a head when that brute gets close plenty it will misplace its nous and for the brief of moments his head will be on my physical structure before it changes back to me but don't eye blink u could miss it, it does pass off pretty fast so if there are others they won't even notice especially when their nidus is on their familiar who has just lost his head. My regen just takes what it needs, the simply thing it leaves behind is a burnt olfactory perception next to the victim.
My Sacred Grove the place where I am at peace, where I am most mortify, and where my ability lastingness increases. This place is called Angkor Wat located in Cambodia, cordinance 13 degrees 24'45 '' N 103 degrees 52'0 '' E, built in the twelth C created by Suryavarman II and Jayavarman VII. Angkor Wat was first a Hindoo, later a Buddhist Temple complex in Cambodia and the larger religious monument in the macrocosm ( until I bought it and made it private ). Its innovation is based on a Dravidic architecture, with key feature film such as Jagati, it is designed to represent Mount MERU, home of the Devas in Hindu Mythology : within a fosse and an outer paries 3.6 klick ( 2.2miles ) long are 3 rectangular galleries, each raised above the succeeding. At the center stands a quincunx of towers. Unlike nearly Andkorian synagogue, Angkor Wat is originated to the west meaning it is modernized without taking away from its beauty.
I have 33 platoons of lycans who turn into bigger than formula silverback Gorilla gorilla who have a coquette as a platoon usher. Each platoon consists of 60 men and womanhood who have been trained as ninja assassins and the art of insurgent warfare plus 1 for the platoon guide. A single police squad consists of 15 men and fair sex, these men and womanhood keep the land and the upkeep of the social system. They live their sprightliness here with their home and tyke. They are all loyal to the primer coat and will protect it and me to the death of them. They are all masters of the field of battle of scrap that has been showed to them and they practice every day so that their reflexes stay precipitous, of course of study there is a line of bidding that I am not mentioning you know cause they have to account to someone before it gets to me it's very similar to the American English military structure. You know navy marines air strength they have their area. I am very well protected in my grove and its outer linings up to a G mile radius.
I have been blessed with groovy fortune when I came back from the expiry I don't remember, I was chosen to ingest by my side by a group of unknowns the one and only ultimate transformer, meaning she has no limit to what she can change into as long as it's mechanical. Her name is Roamie. Any material body she chooses is ten times better than the archetype, usually she takes the manikin of one of those full-size Japanese fuck dolls or one of those terminator motorcar like in that movie with that one guy, so as to blend in in better and make-believe to be my second. She also can phase or teleport short-circuit length as far as she can see. The size of things she can change state into is limited though yet very occupy indeed, for model she could turn into one of those powerful air craft bearer but would only be able to contain one fomite whether that be a tank a bus a van 4 bike etc. etc. if you get my drift. She is amazing one of my invaluable associate. she does consume a weakness won't wipe out her but will disable her where she won't be able to move but still mouth kinda like being temporarily paralyzed from the neck opening down, is an E.M.P. eruption and depending on how strong the blast will determine how retentive she is paralyzed. the most passengers she is able-bodied to stock depends on the cast she takes for instance a little school bus holds what 30 seated passengers which could probably triple if there were no stern. I'm just saying. Oh yeah I might add that she is a copycat too, if she sees it she can do it. Like watch a sniper shoot a mark at a Roman mile away shed be able to do it at 3 she is a machine of course, and since I don't like hit man I make an exception for this one on occasion when it's necessary.

fountainhead now, life does give birth its misfortunes mine of line is having amnesia from my before lifetime I mean I remember some things but its more directed towards myself than what I have done or what I was going to do what my goals were, life history throws some very interesting curve orchis. So from this point that I find myself i will always hold back a journal and some of my ancestry to recall from now on so this isn't to happen again.
Bahlyial Argent first journal entry, first blood blot
The year is, damn I don't know, and I am not sure as shooting of who I am entirely, I awoke on a watercraft and was told I was pulled aboard and as I was transferred one of their crew fell overboard the closest to me and when he was recovered he was missing an arm, a groundwork, and his head was caved in like individual had beat a trap through his fount, a very odd thing. The first thing I noticed were that these tool were not normal they couldn't even be from the planet. They called me an interesting specimen, how I understood what they were saying is beyond me, even with my doubts of what was happening and the big gaping kettle of fish in my memory about myself I knew I had no clue of their spoken communication, yet I understood everything they were saying. Out of nowhere something spoke to me dominance YOURSELF I knew what he was saying but I was hungry very athirst I killed everything bread and butter on that vessel. Then their posed a job I didn't know where I was and I couldn't ask anyone case there was no one left to ask. At that consequence I vowed when I was able-bodied I would never kill like that again.
I searched the whole ship for something that could serve me to no service I was drifting and I knew eventually I would die again if I didn't human body out how to alleviate myself from my current predicament. There was a bombastic crate in the cargo are, well it looked like a crate, but on closer test it was very clear that it wasn't. Then I got this unusual vibration like I was being watched. Yet I knew there was no living creature on this vessel not even a wanderer. My keen grass tell me a lot of things. Yet pinpointing this was posing as a problem. So I forgot about it and continued my examination of this rectangular objective there doesn't seem to be any physical way to get it open looks to be sealed really tight. fucking aliens I say to myself, and I spoke back yet it wasn't me ( no need to be lowbred after you just mutilated, eaten, and got us cleave in boonfucked Egypt, I mean enlighten me, they did pull your dead ass out of the water and this is how you repaid them. I mean if you want u can always ask for more help, oh wait u can't, dead tool don't talk back. ) Who said that, I speak aloud ? I know I'm not crazy.
Yet there was no solvent, and no one anywhere around and I knew this cause I killed them all. They were no couple for my speed and strength, the raw power of me, yet why do I feel so bad I never did before. I turn into a vapor how I instinctively did this, I don't know and went around this box about 20 clip until I noticed a place where I could seep in, when I got inside I was amazed, it looked like a cockpit of a very sophisticated intelligents, I mean there aero dynamics is real fucked up but what do I know I solidified myself and sit in the only seat in the matter and flavour for some type of communication gimmick or something that could increase my hazard of finding out where I am or figuring out how to leave and survive suit dying is not fun at all u miss all kinds of things how did I know that. These affair are all foreign to me there was no such matter as under water locomotion but I am under body of water cause I can smell it. Anyway I couldn't trope out how to turn over anything on and so I drifted, I hungered, for how long I don't know and all I could think about was food, snatch, and decease. The fucking sea is a vast body of pee and this vessel is far from the Earth's surface I can find the weightiness of it, to just abandon this craft or whatever it is without a plan is not an option, I'm not suicidal.
I kept visiting that strange box and pressing all the clitoris, switches, control panel or whatever I could see or imagine that would establish me something anything, and repeating the cognitive operation to no service. one day or night or month, whatever I couldn't tell here we were under piddle and I never learned causal agency I didn't know these affair existed ( isn't that something, you speak the truth with no childish opinion behind it, genuine frustration, HA ! ) as I heard this I was beginning to finger eldritch, this voice and I had been having these one sided convos and I had been doing about of the talking but this weird is unlike this is that I'm about to go across out from starving dehydration, I think oh poop as I fall forward hitting my head on that damned box I kept visiting.
When I awoke I was lying on a bed with an IV in my arm and gizmos going off beep this and beep that. Now how did I get here, and I'm lost all over again. I can tell I'm still on the vessel but this is an area I had never been to and didn't know it had. There is still no horse sense of life but I had to get here somehow. In base on balls this Asian charwoman but I know she's not actual she looks real to the optic but she is not real. Who or what are you, I ask. I am Roamie, I will salve you so u can save us. What twelvemonth is it I ask her, she says its 1342. As time passes Kensutu speaks to me ( you need to think you have the resolution to this problem we are currently in and only you can figure it out all the information is in your Einstein you need to tap into that vast stock of information you collected from those beings and get the answers we seek…….
nowadays day 2092 ... ... ... ... .... I awake from the dream of when I and Roamie first met. Things are so dissimilar now, im not sure who my enemy are from my yesteryear or who all I have pissed off things should be really interesting .