Glaecer Reical

:Name: Glaecer Reical

 


:Race: Acrosian

 


:Gender: Male

 


:Age: 26

 


:Aura/energy color: Purple (grey with artificially
generated Ki )

 



:Appearance:

 

:Starting Planet: Arcose

 





:History:

Glaecer was born into a family of great military prestige, having been core members of the Arcose
military’s Elite Squadron for 4 generations. Like his family before him he was
expected to join the elite squadron aswell when he had come of age. Despite
exceling at tasks deemed for soldiers at a much higher power grade than his
own, he was ultimately rejected.

 

“Your tenacity is to be commended, and your performance considering your… power
division, impeccable. However, the elite squadron is a group of Arcose’s most
powerful warriors, soldiers destined for greatness. Your pedigree alone got you
this far, but we cannot allow you to be passed beyond this point on family
reputation alone.”

 

It wasn’t fair; he was just as great a warrior as many of the stronger combatants they
had allowed through, defeating a number of them in training despite having a
lower strength than them. However they would hear nothing of it. His failure
was a stain upon his reputation there was no way he could return to his family
after having failed in this task, that much his father and made abundantly
clear 

 

Bitter and dejected he wanders the corridors heading towards the complex’s exit and an
unknown fate beyond. Walking past one of the many identical rooms he noticed
one of the doors partially ajar, a shadowy figure lurking against the far wall.

 

“Didn’t make the cut, did we?” murmured a gravelly voice.

Anger welled up inside Glaecer, was this man mocking him?

“Though it’s not surprising… short sightedness is common among the recruiters of this
division. They seek only those who already possess power, overlooking the
vastly more important aspects”

“hhmph, and what would that be?” retorted Glaecer, a self-mocking edge to his voice. He was
in no mood for some old fools ramblings.

“Potential, my dear boy. Power is fleeting, easily bestowed, and easily taken… In an
instant a man can be robbed of everything. His strength, his youth, his beauty,
or his future”

The man stepped forward, revealing his scarred features.

“I was watching you back there; I saw your performance”

“You saw my failure” It annoyed him that this stranger had bore witness to his
dishonourment on this day, and that he would throw it around so lightly

 “You are from the Reical Family, a vastly prideful lineage. I doubt they would take your failure here lightly” a sly
twinkle in the Icer’s eyes

Glaecer’s own eyes narrowed, as he struggled to suppress his fury. He turned on his heel
and began to walk away, he had no interesting in tolerating this affront
anymore.

“Don’t you get it?” came the voice, growing loud at his retreat

“I’m offering you another chance, another way… I present to you an opportunity to
transcend the shackles placed upon you by these feeble minded fools!”

Glaecers head turned, and he began to walk back.

 

On that day his Fate would forever be changed.

 

The scarred Icer’s name was Koriza, a brilliant scientist, his proposal; to transform
Glaecer into some kind of superior warrior, using the technology of his
research division. The scientist began injecting him with all types of
chemicals, genetically altering his cell structure with his vast machines and
drawing out hidden depths of power Glaecer never knew he had.

 

The process was painful but, as a way of becoming the ultimate fighter he had always
dreamed of being, it was worth it. Even from the very beginning he could feel
his power growing, developing, and surging. Soon he was at a level tenfold
above anything he had ever known, and still it kept growing.

 

This was the power Koriza and promised, and Glaecer loved every bit of it! But Koriza
insisted that Glaecer could go further, and ever further. The scientist was not
content with stopping at merely ‘superior’, he was pushing to create the
ultimate warrior!

 

After over a year of these genetic manipulations, test after test, it finally happened.

 

The power was amazing. He had heard rumours of Icers being able to transcend past their
base form, but he took them as mere folk law.

But now, now it had happened to Glaecer himself. He transformed into his 5th
form. The power was unimaginable, he felt as if he could destroy planets with
an ease unheard of among his kind. He was ready, finally ready to prove beyond
any doubt that he was the ultimate fighter.

 

Koriza however seemed reserved, almost suspicious, as if he were hiding something. He
insisted that he stayed here and be monitored for the next few days, and
perform a few final tests before revealing himself to the world. So Glaecer did
as he was told. The scientists of Koriza’s division monitored him constantly,
placing his through what were by now a number of almost routine tests, though
pushed to a level befitting his new found strength.

 

It was then everything began to unravel.

 

During one of test something changed. His energy felt different somehow. He felt tired,
drained, and yet his energy seemed to grow stronger. He continued the test, but
deep down knew that something had gone very wrong. From the corner of his eye
he saw a stirring among the monitoring team, one going up and showing koriza
something, who nodded in affirmation.

 

At first they maintained that there was nothing to concern himself with, but Glaecer
could feel it within himself, something off, something rotten. He pushed it to
the back of his mind. His closest friend, one of the scientists on the team
named Metia, whom Glaecer had come to trust like a brother, assured him it was
nothing to be worried about. Surely he wouldn’t lie about something so
important?

 

But after a few weeks the truth finally came to the surface.

“The experiment is over” rasped Koriza, a cold gleam in his eyes,
“What does that mean?” asked Glaecer, looking from the emotionless features of Koriza to
the other scientists before him.
“You are no fool Glaecer, I think you already know exactly what I mean…”

Glaecer’s gaze feel upon Metia, whose expression remained downcast. He seemed to not want
to make eye contact.

 “You’re dying” Metia spoke the words without shifting his gaze, and as he continued Koriza, and the other scientists began
to file out of the room with a chilling indifference.

 

 

“During that test, I know you felt it.” Metia continued, shifted his eyes to the far wall,
again avoiding the pleading gaze of his friend.

“Pft, it’s your body, I mean ofcourse you did”

 

He licked his lips before continuing,

“The... change, that was the last of your ki being spent by your body. We’d been
monitoring the changes this whole time, the gradual exhaustion of your ki
energy. This crossing of the threshold was the thing we had been waiting for.
To see weather our new methods would take effect…”

 

Metia finally met his gaze, a hunted look to his deep, sorrowful eyes. It appears as
though he had not slept in some time.

“Your energy now is stronger, you may have noticed. That’s because your no longer using
Ki. What your body is now accessing is your lifeforce itself, more
powerful that regular ki energy, but it comes at a terrible cost.”

 

Glaecer was entranced, hardly comprehending the horrible truth his friend was revealing to
him, and yet knowing all along that this is what he had felt, that he knew this
was coming.

“Your current form needs a constant steam of ki to be maintained, by fuelling it with
your life force you are causing irreparable damage. Years, months, each time
you use that energy you are cutting short your own life span.” Metia seemed to
be gaining momentum, the words tumbling out quickly, as if following the
principal of a band aid; tear it off quickly and get the hurt done and over.

“Normally, to avoid this one would simply revert back their natural state, and allow their
body to recuperate. For you however this is not an option, for as you well know
a side effect of your artificial augmentation has been an inability to contain
your own power within a lower form.”

 

Glaecers face was filled with horror as Koriza’s words echoed in his mind ‘Power is
fleeting; easily bestowed, and easily taken’

 

“I’m so sorry Glaecer, this is all my fault. I’m the one to blame!” He shook his head
“Koriza’s cold indifference, his lack of care when it comes to toying with
peoples lives… I should have stopped him, but he kept pushing for more, he has
this way of just… getting in your head. It’s so easy under the pressure of your
peers to compromise your own integrity. At first I thought I was doing good
here… but now…”

 

“But you see that’s why I’ve come up with a solution, I’ve come up with a way we might be
able to save you! I’ve been working on the theoretics of it for the past 4 days
straight, and I think we might just able to to pull it off!”

 

Metia went to describe how his original speciality, before joining Koriza’s research team,
had been in the field of suppressing an Icer’s power. It had a number of
applications, the most notable of which was in regards to Class E criminals,
enemies of the empire and high powered crime lords who had once been a great
military concern requiring many intricate and expensive countermeasures.

Using this technology however, they are able to forcefully lock an Icer into their lower
forms, restricting them from accessing their true power. This made these high
powered criminals far more manageable, and it was a technology pioneered by
Metia and his associate Algid.

 

Using this same technology, Metia hoped to increase the output of the device, increasing
its suppressive power so that Glaecer could finally return to his normal form.
They left the laboratory, taking one of the space pods out to the orbital
prison colony above the planet Frost III.

 

Metia showed his pass to the guards and the two of them continued into the suppression room.
The device was a colossal machine, a technological monstrosity stretching
upward into the vaulted column that made the orbiting prison’s central shaft.
Metia walked to the control panel, a fond look in his eyes as he beheld the
marvellous device he had created once more. He gesture for Glaecer to enter the
device, and Glaecer obliged.

 

“Are you sure you know how to work this thing?” asked the Icer, slightly nervous within
the oppressive chamber of this machine,

“Of course I do….I was the one who helped build it remember?” replied Metia as he activated
the machine and sealed Glaecer into the chamber.

 

“Now, you might feel a sliiiiight twinge…” admitted Metia, as he prised open the
console, plugging in a small computer of his own and tapping away at some keys.
After a few moments he looked back over, and turned a large dial

“Ok, here goes…”

 

It was like a knife going through Glaecer’s body, the pain was like nothing he had ever
experienced before, not even in Koriza’s labs. He tried as hard as he could not
to cry out, gritting his teeth as an incredibly oppressive, crushing feeling.
It was like he was being squeezed, both physically and mentally, and
overwhelming force crushing down upon of him. He could feel his strength
shrinking, but not diminishing per se. It was more like a piece of rope, tied
into a knot that was being pulled tighter and tighter. He couldn’t hold it in
any longer, he screamed.

 

The explosion echoed through the vast room as the containment device failed. Energy
burst in every direction, Glaecer’s body pushing back against the machines
efforts when it could be suppressed no longer, knocking Metia against the far
wall.

 

The Icer withered on the ground, raising gingerly. He could see a silhouette in the
smoke, but his heart sank as he identified the familiar bulk of Glaecer’s usual
figure. Their eyes met, and Metia he could see it, the eyes of an Icer who had
lost hope, who had accepted his fate.

 

No, Metia thought, what right does one icer have to steal another’s life away
from them? Koriza has cheated Glaecer out of his future, and I won’t… no I
Can’t stand for it!

 

It was then that metia made a vow to do whatever it takes to save his friend, to give back
to Glaecer what had been robbed from him.

 

Metia spoke out loud, approaching his dejected friend,

“If this cannot supress you, then I will make a device that can. I’ll… call in a few
favours, get a team together. I promise I will give you more time Glaecer, I
won’t let you die“.

 

 

A full year passed as metia and his fellow scientist created and implanted a suppression
device that would allow Glaecer to hold back his own energy. Shortly after
having it implanted, the device’s influence began to take effect. He noticed a
slow downsizing of his bulk. Unfortunatly, it still could not convert him back
to his lower forms. The technology, although highly advanced and a marvel in
its own right, could still not overcome Koriza’s insidious manipulations… Still
it would help.

 

The suppression was successful, but it came with its own costs. Glaecer could no
longer manipulate and control his own energy, not while the suppressor was
active. Metia therefore gave Glaecer a gauntlet, one that was capable of
creating artificial ki which could be used in place of the real thing.

 

When this was finally done Glaecer, his hope restored, thanked Metia. This second chance
of life was a blessing, and Glaecer was thankful to have such a friend. Metai
had given up a great deal in leaving Koriza’s team. Fortune, prestige, rank and
influence, he would not be able to return to these things that he had given up,
but in a way he had regained something far more valuable. His honour. Glaecer
could see the change that had come over his friend, like a great weight had
been lifted from his shoulders. The haunted look no longer lurked at the edges
of his eyes, and as Glaecer left he felt reassured.

 

 

After a few years, Glaecer finally managed to track down the illusive Scientist. It seemed
that Koriza was a hard man to find, and an even harder man to catch. But
Glaecer was determined to see this through, to find Koriza and put a stop to
his twisted schemes…