Editing Scion (section)

==Personality==
Scion's way of thinking is largely alien, lacking any sort of creativity or ingenuity.<ref>The entity had done good deeds for years, at Kevin Norton’s suggestion, waiting and hoping for the reward, the realization.  When none had occurred, it had simply kept doing what it had been doing.  Seeking out alternatives wasn’t even in the realm of imagination, because imagination was something it lacked. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/10/interlude-26/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 26]]</ref> In his creation, he was given a facsimile of a human mind to better understand the host species, and can therefore think and feel along the lines of a human being.<ref name=":1">In seeking to understand the host creatures, the entity had coded shards to emulate them.  It is those same shards that experience the entity’s first ever emotion.<br><br>''Crushed.''<br><br>The entity comes to experience a deep, profound sadness, for the very first time. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/10 Excerpt] from [[Interlude 26]]</ref> This simulated mind, however, is distanced from Scion's core being, and is immature from a general lack of hardship and exposure to the real world.<ref>“You’re talking about him as if he were human,” Saint said.<br><br>“He ''is'',” Tattletale said.  “It’s the only reason he’s doing this, and it’s the only way we have to truly make sense of him, and it’s his primary means of making sense of ''us''.  Which is why he did it.  He’s got our general biological makeup.  He thinks, he feels, he dreams, he hurts, but it’s all buried so far under mounds and mounds and mounds of power and security, it doesn’t really supplant ''him''.  It’s never been exposed to the real world, really, so the human side of him hasn’t matured or developed.” - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/09/24 Excerpt] from [[Venom 29.3]]</ref> Thus, Scion's outward demeanor is almost completely flat and reactionless, like a blank slate.<ref name="Sad">“Time was, this golden man spent his time wandering, floating here and there, observing but never doing anything.  In a daze.  Naked as the day he was born.  Everyone had different ideas on who he was.  Some thought he might be an angel, others thought he was a ''fallen'' angel, and still more thought there were scientific explanations.  Only thing they ever agreed on was that he looked sad.”<br /><br />“He does.” Lisette was staring, but the golden man was only looking at Kevin.<br /><br />“He doesn’t,” Kevin said.  “Don’t buy it.  He doesn’t look anything.  That expression never changes.  But whatever’s underneath, that’s what’s giving you that feeling.  He looks sad because he ''is'' sad.  Except you take out the ‘looks’ part of it.” - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/01/24 Excerpt] from [[Interlude 18.x]]</ref>

Internally, Scion feels a deep, profound sadness, which began after he learned of his [[The Counterpart|counterpart]]'s death.<ref name=":1" /><ref>She nodded a little herself, as if satisfied by my response.  “''He’s'' fallen prey to the worst kind of whimsy, a destructive wroth.  He is heartbroken and hopeless, he has lost more than you or I could ever imagine, and he may well leave this stage so ruined that things cannot be salvaged, unless we’re fortunate enough to get a…” - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/17 Excerpt] from [[Speck 30.2]]</ref> Without the Thinker Entity, he is unable to go through with the [[cycle]], and so feels lost and without purpose.<ref>''Lost.''  It had created itself for a purpose it could no longer fulfill. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/10/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 26]]</ref> This feeling is conveyed through an "emotional aura," making humans around him share his sadness.<ref name="Sad" /> In a similar manner, he radiated disgust when looking at [[Eidolon]], as he had gotten his powers from a [[Cauldron Vial|Cauldron vial]] made from the remains of Scion's counterpart.<ref name="8.5e1">Scion paused, turning to look at Eidolon, his eyes moving past Bitch and me like we weren't even there.  His eyes settled on the hero, the most powerful individual in the world staring at the man who was arguably the fifth.<br /><br />His expression was so hard to read.  I knew, now, what people had meant, when they said they thought his face was a mask, a facade.  Though it was expressionless, though there was nothing I could point to to explain why I felt the way I did, somehow I sensed disgust from him.  Like nobility looking at dog shit. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2012/03/17/extermination-8-5/ Excerpt] from [[Extermination 8.5]]</ref>

For a time, Scion went through the motions of heroism after being told to do so by [[Kevin Norton]], seeing it as a role to fulfill, but never finding any satisfaction in doing so. After being talked to by [[Jack Slash]], he rejected that role and began experimenting with violence.<ref>The entity had done good deeds for years, at Kevin Norton’s suggestion, waiting and hoping for the reward, the realization.  When none had occurred, it had simply kept doing what it had been doing.  Seeking out alternatives wasn’t even in the realm of imagination, because imagination was something it lacked.<br><br>It had power, though, and if either the counterpart or the cycle had been intact, they could have filled in for that imagination.<br><br>Still, it could experiment.<br><br>It gathered its power, then aimed at the nearest, largest population center.  Kevin Norton’s birthplace.<br><br>The golden light speared forth, and the island shattered, folding, parts of it rising from the ocean.  Crumpled like paper in a fist. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/10/interlude-26/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 26]]</ref> Subsequently, both Scion's entity mind and human mind developed further as he went through with the events of [[Gold Morning]]. He derived a faint sort of satisfaction out of wiping out humanity, which appealed back to the past memories of his entity self,<ref>The simulated human mind within the entity felt a glimmer of something at that.  Pleasure?  Relief?  Satisfaction?<br><br>Something deeper inside, something primal, tied to memories back in the beginning, ''before'' the beginning, responded in a very similar fashion.<br><br>[...]<br><br>An interesting experience.  After so much focus on the species as a whole, the evolution and development of the shards, on the ''cycle''…<br><br>In this, it almost felt like it was evolving as an ''individual'', moment to moment.<br><br>The entity opened fire once again, and this time it struck out at the coastline on the opposite side of the ocean. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/10 Excerpt] from [[Interlude 26]]</ref> and as Gold Morning went on he began taking pleasure in torturing his victims.<ref>No longer interested in Foil, Scion turned to the nearest cape, lunging.<br><br>Cuff threw her circular blade.  Without even looking, Scion batted it aside, striking an unaffected part towards the middle.  His attention was on a cape, and he swiped a glowing hand through the cape’s abdomen.<br><br>What didn’t burn spilled forth.  His screams were joined by that of a friend, another cape who screamed in horror over what had happened to him.  Scion very deliberately walked past this other cape to attack someone else.<br><br>Picking us off, choosing targets.<br><br>Maximizing pain and suffering over raw destruction.<br><br>''Experimenting.'' - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/09/19/venom-29-1/ Excerpt] from [[Venom 29.1]]</ref> Additionally, Scion began expressing his emotions through his body for the very first time, conveying annoyance and contempt through his face,<ref name=":7">The camera afforded a glimpse of Scion’s face, tinted an orange-red by the forcefield between Scion and the camera. His eyebrows were drawn together, lips just a little tighter together. Lines standing out in his throat. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/08/venom-29-9/ Excerpt] from [[Venom 29.9]]</ref><ref>But Scion had seen.  I saw his expression change.  Contempt, tight-lipped anger.  It looked ''wrong'', his face so unused to showing emotion, his emotion as intense and unfiltered as it was. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/24/speck-30-5/ Excerpt] from [[Speck 30.5]]</ref> and later screaming to show his anger and pain.<ref name=":8">When I looked, I saw him screaming.<br><br>Even for someone who had only ever spoken twice, it was an eerie, unsettling sound.  Raw, like he was being actively tortured, a sound of pain and anger distilled, given volume by his power.<br><br>He wasn’t being tortured, though.  He was winning, tearing into the crowd with more ferocity than before, that same crowd where the others, people I cared about, were- - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/19/speck-30-3/ Excerpt] from [[Speck 30.3]]</ref><ref name=":9">He was tearing into Alexandria.  Literally.  But she doggedly held on, delivering one crushing blow for every pound of flesh Scion ripped from her midsection.  He was roaring as he did it, teeth bared, face contorted. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/24/speck-30-5/ Excerpt] from [[Speck 30.5]]</ref> When fighting against Eidolon, Scion even projected emotions of smugness, superiority, confidence, and amusement.<ref>Scion shifted direction at the last second.<br><br>''He’s adapting, learning''.<br><br>''Smug, superior''.  The feelings mingled with the faint sense of disgust that Scion seemed to radiate.  ''Confident.  Amused.'' - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/27/interlude-27/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 27.x]]</ref>

Scion's deepest desire is to reunite with the Thinker or another [[entity]] in order to complete the cycle. This desire is the driving force behind many of Scion's rare displays of emotion. The sight of a third entity during Gold Morning was enough to make him hopeful, before he spiraled into a mad rage once he realized it was fake.<ref name=":10">[[Speck 30.5]]</ref> Subsequently, being haunted with more simulacrums of his dead partner and other entities caused Scion to regress into a primal sort of panic. Finally, the extinguishing of his one last hope to reunite with the Thinker caused him to lose his will to live, leading to his death.<ref>[[Speck 30.6]]</ref>
===Relationships ===

====[[The Thinker]]====
The Thinker can be considered the most important thing to Scion, as along with himself, the Thinker is vital to completing the cycle. In essence, they gave Scion a sense of purpose. When the Thinker died, Scion was devastated, falling into what can be considered a deep depression.<ref name=":1" />

====[[Kevin Norton]]====
Kevin was one of the only humans Scion listened to, though Scion never followed his commands down to the word. After being told to stop drifting aimlessly and begin helping the world at large, Scion began engaging in large-scale heroic activities. Scion saw this as a task that he could pursue, a role he could fulfill. Scion would return to Kevin every once in a while, and Kevin would either clarify certain imperatives he gave Scion or simply engage in one-sided conversation with him. Scion took his name, Zion, from one of Kevin's conversations.<ref>Kevin didn’t take his eyes off the golden man.  “He scares me.  He chose ''me'' to listen to, of all people.  I’m the most powerful person in the world, just because of ''that''.  Because I can tell the strongest, most ''capable'' man in the world what to do.”<br><br>“And you ran?”<br><br>“It took me a while to realize what I’d set in motion.  I started hearing about him.  Word on the street, newspapers, radio.  The golden man saves a small island from disaster.  The golden man interrupts a burgeoning war.  But it wasn’t until that ''damned'' clip began playing on the news that I realized what I’d gotten into.”<br><br>“I don’t understand.”<br><br>“He’d visit regular, right?  Stop by, like he was checking if I had anything else to say.  Maybe I’d tell him to be more gentle with people when saving them from a car crash, or after that horned bastard came climbing out of the ground and the golden man flew right past it to visit me, I told him he needed to ''help'' next time, to fight that monster and anything like it.  But sometimes I didn’t have anything to say, and it’s not like he obeys my every instruction down to the last detail, so sometimes he’d hang out here at half past four in the goddamn morning, and I couldn’t get rid of him, so I’d just ''talk''.”<br><br>“Talk?”<br><br>“About whatever.  A book I’d gotten my hands on.  Current events.  The generosity of strangers.  Or I’d fix him up some clothes so he looked decent and talk about the clothes.” - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/01/24/interlude-18x/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 18.x]]</ref>