[BIO] Maar

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Still a work in progress Will most likely be doing a few changes to the already existing material, just wanted to put it up and see if it could spur myself into writing faster Pointers and suggestions are always welcome.


Maar

In order to protect his own mind during his young years of abuse his mind fractured. A part of himself was cut lose from Maar himself and forced to become a sort of shield, taking the blows which his father bestowed on him. The only one whos certain of when this separation occurred is Kazat. Kazat knows well the events that brought forth his own birth. At the age of 6 Maar had been playing with his older sister in their living room when he accidently had bumped into a table and tipped over a vase which had crashed against the floor. His father had became outraged by this and grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it into the boys head. When the boy awoke his father was dragging him by the foot towards the cellar door, a small blood trail followed behind him and he felt the pain rush through his body. The boy had pleaded for his father to not leave him in the dark cellar but his father ignored him, as the cellar door closed and the last light vanished from the cold and dark room Maar's mind couldn't comprehend it and it shattered.
Kazat became Maar's shield against his father, whenever he did hit him or yell at him Maar vanished into the deepest part of his own mind and Kazat was pushed forward. Kazat came only to know pain and despair, as his father kept punishing him with the cold and dark cellar Kazat grew a large fear of loneliness and darkness this is his greatest weakness. When Zat came along and freed them from their fears by claiming they could overcome them by becoming just what they feared Kazat took to the shadows, he started to exploit them for his own hunting and killing innocent people in the darkest of nights.
Kazat has never experienced anything but pain, mentally he is not much more then a child but shows signs of being both a masochist as well as a sadist. Taking great pleasure from inflicting pain both on himself as others, after Zat's liberation of them all he started to develop his sadistic side more and more as he sees to put other into pain to overcome his own memories.

Nazat was the second shattered to be born, as Maar's father not only took out his rage on him but as well his older sister. As Maar watched how his older sister as well was tormented by the devil which was their father he couldn't process with it, hence all Maar's memories and emotions regarding his sister was separated from the core of himself, from these memories and the need to deal with future problems Nazat was born. Nazat was the one who took over when Maar's father abused his sister, he watched and listened and when he could he tried to protect his sister. He is probably the only one but Zat who still remembers her. He is protective towards Maar and the rest, the last voice of reason. He acts as the cleaner, whenever someone of them have killed or done something that might endanger their life's Nazat usually steps in, he's logic and intelligent but won't hesitate to kill anyone or anything that might become a threat to their existence.

Mazat is the youngest of the three shattered but he is the most ambitious of them all. As Maar witnessed the lifeless body of his sister and his father standing next to it he snapped. Mazat was created from anger and confusion, he is greatly sadistic and kills both for purpose and for fun. His ambition drives him to become strong, his greatest desire is to overcome all his and the others fears and plans on doing this by becoming stronger. He is the strongest of the three Shattered and therefor can easily take control of the body from Maar to do whatever he pleases.

It's unknown when or how Zat was created, he has only shown himself at one time. As Maar's father murdered his sister Zat took control from the angry and disoriented Mazat and proceeded to kill Maar's father. Zat afterwards told them the secret to overcoming their fears, to them self become and even surpass them. Shortly afterwards he vanished again. He have only returned as flashes of memories the other have forced away and as whispers.
Zat is the memory of them all. All the horrible things and events that the others have forced them self to forget have been gathered into Zat, this have left him cold and lacking emotions such as compassion and mercy. He looks at the others like lost children and guides them through the darkness. He started what the Shattered calls their freedom, as they no longer will stand by and be used as protection for the Maar. They now act freely and Maar is now aware of their presence.

Maar is the original owner of the body, the others are fragments of himself that he sacrificed to preserve what's seen as the core of himself. It wasn't until the Shattered Mazat was torn from him that he even was aware of their existence. As Maar saw his dead sister he was torn asunder, a part wanted to kill the man who had done this and the other was too afraid to act. The part which wanted to take revenged separated from him and became Mazat, Mazat is different from the others as he's more of a whole person then just emotions and memories that Maar casted aside to preserve himself. As Zat explained to them how they could overcome their weaknesses Mazat started to take charge, he started to bully Maar to do what he wished.
Maar used to be a cheerful and happy child always wishing for everyone to get along and helpful, even though the problems at home his life wasn't affected by this as Nazat and Kazat took the worst hits from his father. He lived blissfully unaware of the big picture. He had from time to time witnessed his father sudden change of mood but never enough for it to make any big impact on him. But after Mazat and the others awakening he have become terrified of them, the fear that they can simply take over all control of his body at any time makes him scarred shit less. He's quite naive and will trust most people, he always looks to please everyone around him.


Weaknesses:
They all share the same fears but each to different degrees. They can easily be brought to panic if someone knows how to manipulate them into facing their fears.
Their biggest fears are of the dark, loneliness and to be powerless.
Their different opinions can be used against them to start fighting against each other for control of their body.

Strengths:
They all have the same knowledge and power, but they will all use them differently giving them a wide difference in fighting ability.

History:

In the middle of a sea of darkness a lone wooden table stands, it's carved legs stands firmly on the black shiny surface. The table baths in a beam of light that seems to ascend from above, but no source of the light can be found. On the table lies a round white table cloth, around it's edges red hearts decorate it.
A voice suddenly breaks the silence, it sounds as cold as the darkness around the table. "What is it that makes us into those we are? Is it our deeds, our memories or where we simply born into this world in one way. Our path already set in stone even before we could take our first breath?" The voice silenced once again, it was shortly followed by a quiet laughter. "What's really the meaning of it all? We are born into this world with pain, every moment we carry our pain with us, and in the end we all die in pain. So what's the point?" Out from the darkness an arm reached, it tightly held something in it's hand. The hand did a quick flick and a small wooden driedel landed in the center of the cloth, spinning perfectly on it's spot. "Let me tell you about the brith of soul within a soul" The voice let out a maniacally laughter.

Kazat:

Maar ran down the wooden staircase, his small feet hammered against the boards. As he reached the end of the stairs he swung left and continued into the kitchen, a long table stood against the wall, two windows was positioned above it. Past blue red drapers the sun sent it warm beams of light through. At the table stood a woman, her long blue dress reached down to her feet, she wore simple leather slippers, her long blonde hair reached down below her shoulder pads. Maar's mother was a rather big woman but she had never been a very tall person either making her look wider then she actually was. The boy rushed forward and gripped around her leg. He had smelled the lovely smell of baking all the way from the upstairs. With a begging voice he asked his mother. "Can I have some?" She let out a low giggle as she looked down on him with her green eyes as she responded with a soft voice. "Only one sweety, and then you gotta promise to not come back and ask for more in a minute" Maar looked up at his mother with big innocent eyes as he responded "Yes mother" She giggled as she handed him a large cookie and watched how he rushed away holding his treasure in his hands.

As he once again rushed into the hallway he now turned the other way towards the door, wishing to eat his cookie outside in the sunlight. Happy as he was he didn't really look where he was running and suddenly felt himself bumping into something. A loud crashing noise filled the hallway. As he looked down beneath his feet he saw the shattered remains of a vase, the small wooden pedestal it had stood on had been knocked over by him. Just as he was standing there looking at the scattered pieces thinking about what he should do his father walked in through the door. His father stood at 1.67 meter high and had a really tough and muscle body, the starting on a beer belly could be seen on him. Without a word the man took three long steps which brought him up to the boy and raised a wine bottle he was holding in his right hand. Maar felt the bottle collide with his skull, it all grew dark before his eyes.

Maar's head felt so heavy, a beating pulse sent surges of pain through it. Something wet was smeared into his head and was slowly dripping down. Not until now he felt how his face was dragged along something harsh, slowly he forced his eyelids open. All that met his gaze was the wooden floorboards of the hallway. His right chin was being dragged along the floor of the hall, he tried to lift his head but it feel back against the floor as he was completely powerless. With the little bit of strength he could muster he tilted his head so he could see a bit further in front of himself, he spotted a small trail of something red on the floor. With his dry mouth he tried to push out a scream in pain but nothing but a low hissing sound emerged. Suddenly the person who was dragging him stopped in his tracks, he could hear the low muttering voice of his father. "God damn brat" Maar felt a hard kick land at the end of his spine. Another feeble scream rolled over his lips. He could now clearly feel the hardened hand holding his left ankle, dragging him like a sack of potatoes.

A sudden yank made the boy fly up into the air and tumble downwards, into a thick darkness. Maar's body hurt all over after the violent journey, he pushed himself up on his hands and knees and looked up from the cold stone floor he had landed on. For a second he looked around him finding nothing but cold stone and a few old crates. The... the basement?
His eyes followed the stairs upwards to the only source of light in the room and saw his father stand in the doorway looking down on him. He couldn't see his fathers face expression as the light coming from behind him blinded his eyes, slowly he saw his father close that door which allowed the light to come in. He tried to scream, he didn't know what he tried to scream as nothing come out of his dry mouth nor did any thoughts travel through his mind. The door closed with an almost doom like sound and all light from the basement vanished. "No... please no..." The words finally left his mouth but still not more then a faint whisper. He tried to look around if he could find anything at all, nothing but compact darkness met him.

Maar was slowly drifting on a river, he felt relaxed and happy, there was no one but him and the warm water. A fuzzy feeling of warm security wrapped around him as he floated unnatural over the water surface. Not an centimeter of his body was submerged under the perfect mirror like water. His limb body hovered above it. Maar's peaceful moment was suddenly interrupted by a soft crying moan. His eyes starred up to a scene above him, a small child was sitting in a dark corner, the boys hair was filled with dried up blood. Tears was running freely down his chins. It was a shock to Maar as he realised that the crying boy was him, a panicky though raced through his mind.
Is that me?
"No... it can't be, I am over here in this nice place" A smile spread across his face as his body slowly lowered itself down under the water surface, the surrounding water didn't seem to be moved by the movement. Silence embraced the boy as he fell under the water.


Kazat opened his eyes, only to find the darkness starring back at him, his body hurt everywhere and he could feel the sticky mixture of half dried blood and wine in his hair. His head beated with pain, every second seemed more painful then the last. A lone tear traveled down from his right eye as he crawled over to one of the dark basements corners. The darkness didn't feel as threatening when he had his back against the stone wall. It took several hours before sleep finally took hold of him, his body was finally able to simply ignore the pain and go to sleep from exhaustion.

(Will be coming more on this fellas history )