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Part of the APKALLU Mythos: Year THREE, in events which are subsequentially refered to as Rapture, dating to MMXI.
The world is mobilized as Europe's (so-called) Democratic Unions cede the pressure to controversial policies (ranging from Malthusian economic devices to monopolizing the violence towards ethnic, racial or religious minorities as process of a jingoism) makes it into the government under collaboration with authorities of religious and military natures. The justification is biased through a mass media campaign against a referred "secret movement", of "terrorist nature". If such disputed faction does exist or not, it is obvious the blur serves as a facade for the ongoing spontaneous movements to either take it or leave it, so this "fictional faction" often works as a smokescreen scenario and the individuals which once gathered in an event or riot of such quality will more than likely pursue the overarching end of such plot - bringing State down with it.

Two "factions" protagonize the ongoing conflict:

  • The informal "Necoc Yaotl", which literally means "Enemy of both Sides", sides which in a transliteration could refer both to "Left and Right" ghosts of political spectre or else false dicotomies and the tendency of "Public or Private" management. It stands against the status quo and supposes search of self-sufficiency, but rather as the epitome or the climax of a revolutionary chapter - the unlocking of the current strains, which are more apparent than ever. No real "movement" exist, but media works like this. The name was borrowed from a strictly planned action by an affinity group a year before the current events. Anarchist movements and organizations already existed, but a militarized (through theft and appropriation) one, organized right about from a subsequent release of kidnapped communities through a traffic event planned by corporations and governments in a move unknown to the public, took this guise whilst on a retaliation attack in urban centres of the West (more specifically, a highly tourism-oriented economy city in USA's favorite satellite state in South America). When the "gang war" or "terrorist" narrative doesn't fit, neither it belongs to ethnical, racial or other kind of dispute, when they employ high technological suits with powers and even giant machines of heavy artillery and tactical features, the overall public retaliation went by the easy way. Such "phenomena" wasn't exactly understood by either MI-6 or CIA, but key figures were drawn here and there. After the Southern American incident, the third way or middle policies were requited to radicalize, to either face the times they were into - accepting the crisis affected other countries, displaced homes, families, destroyed ecosystems, or they'd die to protect foolish lifestyles and the maintenance of an overarching conscripted system where rich gets richer and the poor, poorer. Hard as reality, the multiple Necoc Yaotl are non-official, who will either form or disband it's "cells" to adress both local matters or to "lash out" (assassination of key figures, to luddism, property damage, sabotage, theft, as long as the cells planed and agreed to - leaving it's only hierarchy being the warning of the situation) at the globalized capitalism. Those involved in the riots and attacks will more than often disband it in order to pursue cooperation with a certain community which was "benefitted" from it (likely those who had no rights, or nothing but rights - on paper). But if he or she participated on that with a member of yet another of these "cells", a network of intelligence may come to be. Hackers, spies, and such do exist, but if they're unreachable, they pursue as well means to jam official security, as well as eliminate certain tendencies which pend to traditional crime lords - dependant on the system. That highly un-popular motives shadowed other forms of organization, but as well as served as inspiration to the unheard. Some would argue it was bringing back what the potentials thrusted at its "outskirts". Made the powerful remember that "people used to live there", where they saw only resources.
  • The formal "Holy Roman Empire", which itself counts with support from independent nucleii inside important countries' official military, such as the special unit of the Teutonic Knights (at time, highly armored soldiers which are a part of German army but will also respond to a newly christened Austrian sovereign - despite his preposterous claim be ongoing debate), as well as sideline militias ellusively supported through finances of think-tanks of either neo-con nature or those promoting liberal economy. Those investors are kept in adamant secrecy but it's deeds are kind of obvious - favoring a secret round table of warmongering figures within European nations, the same which in the 90s were on Eastern Europe and the last decade, on Middle East. The Empire is more or less an enterprise, and is highly supported by a central church, The Western Roman Catholic, although it have other churches at "gun-point" due the vastness of its network. Ecumenical roles ties in to the moment of political unstability, so either unrecognized, albeit publicly supported, or even recognized, albeit strictly regluarized in national frontiers, the Inquisitionary Offices are the crude reality which make the Empire less a initiative and more a suppressive system. An increase in military ranks with higher support of volunteers, it's role is suppression of insubordinate elements which fit one or more of all it's incredible roster of absurd narratives. To turn it in categorical acceptance, many power-plays and publicity investors will defend a part or two of such conscripted plot to the acceptance of the newest Vicar, Leo XIV - in his revenge-seeking plot against the murder of the last helding it's title. It also stems from an eugenic plot conscripted as a "demon hunting" sequence. Whilst programs such as AXIS were secret and turned obsolete, by the rates that not only "demons" were known, they were freed, the fact that their range acted around so-called "Third World" in key positions machinated by facades of church charities, was apparent. The proof, however, was gone - the slave pits have been replaced by another kind of netwrok across the globe. By the year of MMXI, the church under Leo had a new visage - bring Heaven upon the Hell that earth has become. That suited most people's fears - they were all tirelessly afraid of Triton or Paynal for example, and competent authorities have failed to capture them for over two years, letting them even organize with humans. Ironically, such effort of the Church counted with help of Dragons, Vampires, Angels (Djinni) and mostly trans-humanist science.

"Fuck morality and everything I know; If I didn't hate this then I couldn't cope
Impersonate myself for what I used to be; Denial is all that's left now
I don't fear what you are because you're only dangerous to what is weak
Clinging to the stories you create, you make a living off of souls that bleed
Another dotted line. I won't hear, I won't see I will never be a part of your cause
'Cause I'm alive and I still breathe and you're just a fucking waste of time
What you tried to offer me, was it really worth it?
Sew up this hole inside of me  'cause you'll never take it"

"Don't preach a story of success and gifted thinking

Because in the end we're gonna end up the same way
Keep on living your whole life on hands and knees
'Cause I'll be standing waiting, life ends the same way
Don't give a speech on your prolific ways of living
You speak in vain whether you think you do or not
Spreading infection of the truth that leads to sick lies"

    This is Goustavos Mauros Sgouros, simply "Gus" for the few who got to notice him around, a ordinary teenager in out-of-place situations more than the common for his lifestyle, he's passed mostly unnoticed by different spots where "Necoc Yaotl" activity resumed. He's been around in different locations and occasions, sometimes in the rural occupations whose chiefs are trustees to Dazbog (known to be amicable towards him), to the different squats in the Mediterranenan, most notably in his country Minoica, by the Piraeus and other Attican districts - the docks noticeably were not safe for a teenager in the few years before. His high-schooler life is unknown to those who checked out these occasions. Quiet, he's more likely an apparition. Uneasy in and with the masses, he got to learn early enough to hate authority, and to never trust fame - self-critical, he saw the same intents of egotistical projections in publicitarians suckin' on the pipes of the system to repeat itself in automatic responses (i.e irrationally, unintentionally, or conveniently naming "youth ambassadors" disguised in the yearning of promise of engagement for people which were treated unequally under jargon ranging from basic simplifications of experiences in ethnicity, religion or by other somewhat consequence mediated by etarism) in so-called "horizontal collectives". He's not just individualistic, despite few knowing about his bonds, because the secret ARIMA DIVISION is not just the group he participates - it was his idea.
    He has a secret identity. Because he was spotted with a workable copy (ever after the ascension and return from hiatus, people around the world sell some paraphernalia related to the "Triton" turned public figure) of the Triton's Scissor Staff, he managed to bring about some clarity: known as Triton's Chosen One, he's reputed to be one of those rare figures the Triton would not just spare whilst attempting to flood a city: he saved the young man, and gave him the staff to he carry it some times as a warning - the Triton summon the waves, he summons the Triton - who vowed to protect him. He's seen as quiet and somewhat shy, that brings about two main misjudgements: that he's either serene and calm, respectable, or that he's careless and devoid. That serves for his keen mind as what people think on others show exactly what they expect to make out of society and themselves. When questioned about his intent or will to participate, he'll often question it to the slightiest details, annoying those which have a thing for leadership. But in truth, he's one of the most keen to act. When overcame by anxiety, he has other means, and will often stick to create his own strategies, plans, and compute his references of animal behavior here and there without people noticing. Has a good memory and is a quick learner.
    Among the ARIMA Division, he's somewhat a philosopher figure. Speaks few words, but when he does, everyone listen. Not common in other Necoc Yaotl-related groups or scenario. This hint some conscripted 'authority', some would say. People often find his tone to be pessimistic or negative, and they can't see to find him in any written material. He has no interest for social media, either. Neither author nor public figure, his presence has been mostly an unnoticed rumor. In truth, he maps people and their relations, and use narratives which bring them through common joints: revenge, avenging fallen comrades, sympathizing with armed movements of resistance and trying albeit mostly unsuccesful at times, to make people go vegan as not a big change but the least a human being could do in making Animal Liberation a domestic threat and a terrorist movement once again.

  • aliases: Indigo Child, Gustave, Triton's Chosen
  • Powers: Weather Control, Cast thunder, control clouds, Liquify air, vaporize water, crystallize liquids. Powers related to the Triton absorbed through his Scissor Staff. Has been registered to possess a device or artifact dubbed "Moon Eye of Horus", which served among other things, as a compass. As a human who uses an Orichalcum related power, self-defense groups requested his cooperation as riot-police had their own version of the element. His methods to "share" or "teach" are lacking, leaving the Triton to try doing the best part of it. The most mystical will try coming up with their own versions of that - believing he earned that through meditation or anything like qi, charka or other concept - to which he, most skeptical, can only laugh it off, albeit tragically.
  • Tools: Other than the very hard Scissor Staff of Orichalcum (A Kratozoa composite in the form of a Caduceus), relics such as the Moon Eye of Horus, to which he claimed to have lost not much after the Madagascar Incident. To explain it better, Kratozoa are organisms which split from an individual of the Triton species once they've taken deadly damage. The organ which their conch carry becomes their main life-form until they attach to a new body (any vertebrate would seem fit), so they start a symbiosis, grant the host Triton-related powers, in the hope this develop an Orichalcum conch to protect it. The capability of a Kratozoa to control Orichalcum was exploited by Telchines who forged in ages long ago the Sekhem weapons, which used the power not only of Orichalcum but of the other Hidden Elements endlessly. Two Kratozoas in a single Sekhem made it a Caduceus - itself was it's own two poles, and made the usage of the element become more apt to any species - only possible if through a constant practice. By that, one judges that the Triton chose him to carry his staff because he had affinity with it, and thus made him an appriser of his acts. Can create Water Streams with his spear, in most diverse forms - the least he can do is to use such one as to "surf" across solid surface, the maximum in which he enhaces the pressure of the jet to cut even metal.

    Necoc Yaotl is hard to define. But it's the matter of an on-going ruckus on traditional Anarchist Squats. Deriving strictly from it's own source material (i.e. political and economical traditions, to historical organization and being present in significant geographical locations related to anarchism in exercise), it is regarded rather as a tactic than a faction. But while that is no news to whoever stand in the frontlines for justice, to the common simpleton who's bombarded with mass misinformation in radio and TV, it's a "brand new conspiracy from some dark corner trying to threat the good citizens". Gus is ordinary in the sense that he's a middle-class youth seen coming and going from a high school. His grades dropped considerably in the last years, but regularized soon enough in a semester or so. He's had a regular schedule and didn't attend any extra-curricular activities. He's a side-line in every group (fitting in none), and keep some hobbies such as reading manga, comics, and playing outdated games. But behind all that, he's growing more into pursuing better understandings of history and politics - he's quite ready to pick an argument with relatives and family for that. Time grows tetric every minute in Minoica. Piraeus, some quarters from his home, used to be a bloodbath and received international response two years ago, through Sea blockades. His father, a trader which administrate some roles in the shipment and it's safe transportation to land, has grown considerably paranoid in the last two years because of all the "Triton" figure. His mother constantly tries to find people to buy or rent their home - but the proximity to the historical place has made it decrease in value. His grandmother, who happens to live next door constantly pesters the family with traditional pessimism about younger generations (which he fits) whilst being nostalgical and self-loathing towards distant relatives (some he'd have contact overseas). Traditional nationalistic in a side, pessimistic in another, seeking to "first world countries", and hateful towards immigration - all the bad views of the old grandma made antagonistical remarks to the teenage. Instead of searching a work (put the country is in crisis - works the most consuming, none at all rewarding, barely supplying basic comforts - are the only ones left for a 16 year old who'd rather be working on his own craft, art related craft - which is present in no near school and requires time, attention and support he can't afford), he searches first people who, like him, are able to find alternative means of living amidst the debt crisis they were literally born into. Squats and communities across the less sanitated areas, to the undervaluated historical centres, literal ruins but fuller in life and culture than it's mere fake counterpart - gentrified hostels and other capitalistic ventures posing as socially engaged - offer the young man with a series of mixed feelings. Uneasy and anxious, everything that involves more than ten people are already conscripted in his view as a potential secret club he seeks either to engage or to dismantle. He barely relates to some personnel. Friends, he'd like to admit, are mostly those who at least have something pending to both animal rights and anarchism. Those who have one but lack another are paradoxically dismissed by him. Usually, he's frequently forgotten, for playing it social requires a time he'd rather not spend. He got his hands full.
    But things changed, when stories arose of how the Triton saved a young boy in a Mediterranean city. The Triton has had a distinctively uneasy "career" of fighting fishermen, raiding ships, building up chains of trust between autoctonous communities, and have strongly opposed human trafficking - not without rendering the most basic elements to be economically unfeasible - dairy, fishing and livestock-related farming were all severely plunged farther into continental Europe or even farther to other continents - rendering a strange phenomena of de-urbanization. Saving a human figure was no news in autoctonous tribes - the Triton seemed to rely on them sometimes. But despite the anarchist related squats being practically invisible to mass society, the fact, story or plot was just about one of the many rumours abound. Many people from this young generation set under the shadow of capitalism saw opportunnity in use of unfounded bias and babbles to thrust personal projections on matters which branded all of them plus immigration and refugees. This disgusted Gus, for he believed to be a matter of ethics, relying to identitary policies as the last exit one would go after, for it was never meant to be a personal projection, rather a collective stain, like class would be. Gus (or rather his secret allies) conveniently took this one rumor. Even though contrary to his, he was fit for the role...

    The Triton has been non-stop on his political actions. Two years ago people would usually deny veganism or animal rights concerned long-term politics. But the Triton made sure those who objectified non-human animals, sentients, as mere produce, would fall victim to his wrath. The discourse was unnatural to most, but they were rather confronted with the gritty coverage - bloodied victims in what people would rather ignore but soon enough in the events valued as the "pivotal" role in society - that concerning works with livestock, fishing and etc. This brought about other economical implications. Fight above the seas soon turned to the continent, through rivers and lagoons. Baysides filled with armaments, people isolated from their sources of life, homes dismantled - security showing it's repressive intent behind any facade, on weight it was not less brutal than the Triton. That's where the Triton left a certain group to become more relevant - who consumed nothing of animal composites was taking a more visible path to rely on. In a schism between a somewhat ecological approach, had vegans and enthusiasts inheriting the ruins and cities left behind the coastal catastrophes. Opportunism arose, and betrayals of trust. The Triton, who never was human, didn't care - he was merely bridging a catastrophe which was set in given populace and letting it spread - understood even as if "naturally"- through the crystalline cities of the privileged. Groups of the most heterogenical inclinations got larger contact with the inhuman - tired of leaving the job half done, he armed populations for them to stand against the State which was so demanding, and not a bit rewarding or even compensating. Among those, some began to trace Triton's actions, habits, in hopes of finding anything about him. This was where Gus enters. He's unknown. But in a severe conflict against cops, he used Triton's spear and maneuvered an evasive action. Wearing a ski-mask, of course. Even though, people of some repute - Dazbog and Omega, for example, supported the claims to which he was actually one of those spared by the Triton. Gus never liked crafting such kind of faux stories, but the result was not less expected - he remained in the corners, here and there, only that he became a respected character when brought from the shadows. His views, however, were often questioned by veterans. He was seen merely as a tool to radicalized figures. As if he had some kind of cerimonial, religious importance. He, who was conversely anti-religious atheist (deeming religion as people's opium and the fundamental bedrock shape of mind-controlling authoritarian processes). He had not what to deny - he was irrelevant as a figure - he meant his only way of doing a difference was equally the same to everyone else - through fighting - different means of theft, sabotage, direct action - all but put into accordance with a pressing concern: freedom and assistance to sentient-beings, also as evaluating through negative consequantialist approach regarding to the spread of populations - he meant no need for enlargening populations which would just culminate in responsibilities no one could upheld [hunger, poverty, etc]- this generation would be the last, but the days which would last long of it would've been the best ones in all history. Such concern brought together many particular politics, easening the tensions of the most personal conflicts (he regarded gender and sexuality issues as secondary), eliminating the unuseful ones (nations and ethnicity as being just naturalist falacies, focusing rather on history and on the material background of the present) and setting the most important (means of production, management of the life time, regard of sentience, surpassing assistentialism with control on population growth).
    Needless to say, that was often considered both reckless and foolish. His age, his angst whilst speaking such words, and the indistinctive lack of care for his essays under different kinds of bigotry (etarism, etc) usually shunned his proposal in a functional blackmailing. There were, however, people trying to make some use of such mild assumptions. In the convoluted links of ecological-related pagan reconstructionist movements, Gus was in high-esteem according to certain of its leaderships (for reasons to be explained further). He was not outspoken or the widely famous. He played more often domestic roles and helped the artisans sporadically. His presence was mostly unnoticed, but the products of his timely stay (maximum of a week) in each community was undeniable as some kind of mark, which corroborated to bridging the identity of a mysterious young man across such peoples who had a penchant for mitifying anything - he saw that as result of harsh conditions, but he preemptively reuested them to seek logic approches - the most logic would be military formations. Occasionaly, he went to such communes just before the Triton "appeared" after a mission hiatus.    
    He came to be equalized to a "indigo child" of sorts. Children with different kinds of connections and sensibility which the most mystical would believe to be a promising key for a future with broader consciousness. What to him was logical, analytical and the most precise philosophy, became convoluted in his own words, and ended up mistifying to the ears of those who shared not such references. Remembered him as he got to learn how to use his powers through professors older than him by a millennia or so, or following pre-scripted footsteps set by a Triton which lived since 40000 years before. Did he like to be regarded as someone "special", as if steps in "front of his age"? Not a little bit, he hated it. He knew it was, as well, a conscript blackmailing which became the most invariably needed given the circumstances to hide his secrets. He was fit to the shadows, to the frontlines of direct action, and he warned his friend Dazbog about that. It seemed to be a repetition of a process which he himself passed, before they met. Dazbog used to rise in proeminence given his powers and his "wanted fugitive" status. When freedom seemed to be reached, he actually found he was entangled in a web of relations between different sects, wannabes and charlatans using his name for profit. Whilst Gus didn't come as far, he was seen as an "ambassador" to the Triton, and that alone caused ruckus, doubts and rumors to run amok. He should count only on his own ARIMA division to contour this situation.

    There was a moment the Triton went absent, one year ago from now. It was after this time that several advancements were done in the "Necoc Yaotl" tactic, spreading from Eastern portions to West. The Anarchist squats of Minoica and it's archipelago assembled and divided more often. Stronger groups came by. Ephemeral, they left un-deniable marks and superceded previous domains only crime lords were assured to. Undebatable leaders came to be, mediating the efforts brought about directly by the community. Stories and plots were used in the slightiest acts. Gus' relation as the "ambassador" to the Triton was abound to the same time other "demons" came to stalk in cities. The presence of armored militants such as Kappa for example, meant she was one of those "which fought with and for" the Triton and other inhuman presences. These new presences brought sheer bulk of importance for once irrevocably ignored populaces. A new enemy was never new. Like the heads of Hydra, it came from the same source.
    Gus was even deeper in such prospect, knowing that the same neglective system built itself on over-use of human relations, which numbed down smarter resolutions. He had conscripted playing this role to actually find about a militant which planned to blackmail the Triton, named as "Black X". Since that was regarded as a possible move which would benefit the enemy coming up with a stronger faction by dissolving pivotal scenarios which facilitated the emmergence of sporadic groups, in order to come up with a more targeteable and public one, he accepted to follow that blatant lie. Even if he liked or not, Dazbog and Omega had it all covered. That estranged him to those characters, setting him closer to those which he almost easily followed. Kappa and Rho had human identities behind their armors, people Gus knew from two years ago in some other setting miles away from any anarchist from Minoica. He evaluated at best this capability of engagement which lacked fame or social mediation - particular conversations in cafes.
    So, the future of the Arima Division lays in restoring the position of the Triton into acceptance for radical groups, a deal which he couldn't imagine a year ago. Gus is just an unimportant piece to it in the outside, but the only one capable of doing it, for he is the Triton.
If you read this far without knowing that fact, keep attention to my gallery, and it will be kind of obvious. I dismiss this identity of his as a regard for a narrative device. We're introduced to him in the earliest contact in the APKALLU Mythos. But the population doesn't even fathom the Triton can be a human. He converts back to human form once when he so desires or under unescapable damage.

    Gus is considered and even considers himself a student, less of a warrior. Unable to engage in battle front to front, he's smarter in covert, thief tactics. But he chooses enemies larger to him in that sense - every citizen or faithful to the church, who corroborates with counter-revolutionary enterprises, and cares for nothing but finding a comfort zone in the industry of death is seen as a blockade, albeit a coward barrier, one he can't trespass if not by the only means - violence. A reprisal of the very violence everyone faces and in turn generates toward other unseen individuals in the world, Gus pass the judgement invariably because he can. While as the Triton he pass over reacting people, Gus is more concerned with luddism, property damage and such. On his ordinary life, he lives more as a shadow of his true self, tired, aloof and serious, but nonetheless gentle and kind while he so desires, devoid of his true intents. A common kid, he chose enemies as land lords, enterpreneurs, businessmen, fishermen, mob leaders, all the way to every priest, nun, or people working with slavery on the facade of charity, undistinguishable of gender or class (but with time seeking more upper classes as he deems them parasitic). He means to make the difference and stand right here and now before building FAQ and Q&A sections about why he does that - believing every word to be corruptible under a "public opinion" spectre which historically has just numbed good effects and let loose morosity and lack of will to contamine each new generation of youth, rendering them but replicas of dying old people driven by comfort as rats running in wheels.


    The "Young Old Man" of the Lagoon
    Dazbog is a friend of his, he knew the Triton before he knew Gus. But he found his secret soon enough. As that, he finds it really distinguishable the manner how Gus and Triton relates one another (the human being rather silent on opinions regarding his other self) and to the communities and society around. Gus is plotting in every sense, despite most people pass unnoticed by his presence and some even think he's a good educated youngling. They've been together along hardships. Sometimes Dazbog had to be carried out by the Triton, who is not fond of his friend's alcoholism. They have each other's back whilst on a fight. They fought over a time or two, but regardless of that, even their powers seems to be connected. Their weapons have the power to null one another.

    Another Guero
    Zalacosta (Omega) sees himself as kind of a trainer of Gus. He means that the human form of the Triton should be as prepared as himself. Whilst trying to make he do some more distinctions of his victims, their arguments end up accepting that the only way there would ever come any kind of effective change would be a blood bath. As the bloodbath is already ongoing to keep the system ongoing, one couldn't just hold back when it comes at you. He can't help but sometimes look down to him, all the while being respectful to the Triton, only regretful he slightly doesn't concern his human form's physics. Trait which is shared by Project Kappa's owner, Melissa Walker.
    Little Boy
    She, however, is more relateably to the human persona than to the Triton one, believing that Gus could make better use of it if he became equally human and not just sticking to a ceremonial role as a human and "unleash his true self" as the Triton. Often when alone, she'll remind him that the human is his original self. Of course there's no distinct personalities, other than the ways the human found to deal with an inhuman powerful identity in a strictly speciesist and more than likely religous society. He is sticky to it (the slightiest shows of her concerns toward him) and will himself show no concern (just a dubious self-loathing), as if he was opening up to her, but in his conscience, he believes the Triton's powers should be used, as he's earned in practice, technique, and steered it with a conscience which was his main positive trait as a human existance so far - if there were other traits - he'd leave that for others to bring about. Time should not be wasted. But he was very respectful towards her and had inner self-doubt she was aware of as being part of something else. Kai Taylor keeps a healthy distance and has grown aloof to him, despite he thinks they've could befriend one another, he sees no need in familiarizing with a cold-blooded assassin in the form of a child. He only sees both his role and Triton's as the most professional ones.

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