Whitik-ification

[Begin audio log origin unknown]: The hungers back. the airship captain had to lock the food stores because his crew kept hiding within to drink while on duty. not good. [aprox 1 hour between recordings] the Bluut in the engine tanks is starting to react to me, dozens of hands forming against the glass gently trying to touch me.... need to make sure the crew doesn't see that. [aprox 1 hour between recording]: it cant be my fault right? had i packed my own rations they would have figured me out for sure but now... god I'm hungry. I've taken shelter in a rarely used corridor of the ship. I can see him out of the corner of my eye. Confused and helpless as always it hard to beleive this shard was part of something that ended the world. [approx 1 hour between recordings] Providence! I managed to find a dead fluzzyruff wedged behind a vent grate, it was half rotten but thank sol i can hardly taste at this stage. [approx 5 hours later] got some sleep while I could but my face is sinking in. I can smell the other passengers now every detail about them....they smell so good and the first mate has a higher corpus count than most he probably narrowly escaped what happened to me at some point. lucky bastard. If I don't get into that food storage room I fear for the passengers safety. [approx 5 minutes later] I managed to slip the keys off the first mate while he was sleeping. extremely thankful he didn't wake up from the drool, nearly bit into him. [approx 2 min later] sucess! ive locked myself into the food storage room and have eaten enough to stave off a manifestion. Thank sol for that I'll just take enough canned goods and such to last me the rest of the tri- *groaning of a bulkhead door can be heard opening* firstmate: "What the hell? what are you doing in, YOUVE EATEN A WEEKS WORTH OF RATIONS! cmere im dragging your ass to the captain hell decide wether we bother bringing you into the next port or just toss you overboard." unkown: "NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME! IT DOSENT LIKE THREATS!" *the sound of a struggle can be heard until the unkown user begins screaming in agony* Firstmate: by the pop I didnt hurt you that ba- *screams continue* oh dear sol how are you still alive? *the sounds of shredding flesh and snapping bone emanate softly within the room* " no.... a Whitik? *the sound of a man scrabbling to open the bulkhead is cut short by a sound this unit is unable to reproduce followed by aprox 20 minutes of wet crunches and soft gasps* [the recorder is left on the storeroom floor but can pick up trace screams, gunfire, and struggling from the rest of the ship this goes on for approx 10 min before the ship falls silent. 24 hours later the sound of the bulkhead opening and a man walking barefoot into the storeroom can be heard picking up the recorder.] unkown user audibly distressed : "crews dead....passengers dead..... it happened again. I dont even have anything left to bury for them. no bones no clothes not even blood stains. This ship needs a crew of 30 to get anywhere. ill leave it up here, a silent memorial I guess, close to Sol. This is what I get for trying to move by airship. ill take one of the emergency gliders and see how far I can make it before needing to walk. Cant bear to keep this log with me. If anyone should find this know I'm sorry.... and know im far away.
log found aboard the derilct airship "Dusk Queen" manifests indicate 130 souls lost. Whitik still at large.

Transmission & Vectors

Corpus is everywhere the scattered essence of the once godlike amans. all living things gather Corpus within themselves every bite of food, drink of water, breath of air takes more corpus into them. this is never problem as the amount gathered wont cause a manifestaion in a humans lifespan. the issue comes from exposed rivers of bluut, excessive and careless use of Cognomancy the most common way to become a whitik is to get caught outside during a weeping. rumors of course abound of cultists who turn themselves into whitiks through ritual acts of cannibalism but this is yet to be proven.

Causes

when too much corpus is taken into the body an inkling of an inkling of a dream of amans's mind can reform within it. causing a manifestation.

Symptoms

increased hunger. cannibalistic urges (the manifestation extracts corpus from other humans by consuming their flesh, and with each person consumed adds more corpus to the manifestation allowing it to become more "whole" this is so ineffiecient as to nearly not be worth it but it appears to be more of an instincual response from the subconcious of amans.) incredible strength. speed as to be confused with teleportation. if not fed the afflicted will become grayer and lose any signs of bodyfat, their bodies twisting into unaturaul shapes as the human body is attempted to be forced into shapes that dont exist in our reality, followed by a full loss of self control that can only be regained by siezing the moment of satisfaction after the consumption of another human. a whitik in manifest form grows no extra limbs but often stretches elongating into mockeries of the human form.

Treatment

developing a manifestation is not a death sentence nor are afflicted doomed to become thoughtless beasts. but preventing the former will require a strong will, often helped by meditation, large quantities of food (minimum a handful of food an hour), and learning to coexist. The manifest is semi sentient at best. a manifestation of Amans's want to be whole again. speaking to your manifestation softly and keeping it calm are key to keeping control. though there is sadly no cure.

Prognosis

devolopment of a manifestation. schizophrenic like symptoms and severe mood swings from the dual souls. increased hunger. cannibalistic urges, and finally full conversion allowing the manifest to take physical form by possesing the body.

Prevention

avoiding high levels of corpus such as bluut weepings or entering the deadlands.

Cultural Reception

Whitiks are typically killed on sight, for if one were to manifest physically it could easily eliminate any settlement that dosent have security measures specifically built for them. However it is not unheard of for a Whitik to live among a human population hidden, and controlling itself, only to be found out and spared due to the relationships formed. While frowned upon by Icarus some towns will divert resources to support their Whitik should they ever need to "let it loose" upon threats. This is an EXCEEDINGLY Dangerous move as there is no gaurentee the Whitik will regain control between slaughtering the enemy and returning home.

Type

Supernatural

Origin

Magical

Cycle

Chronic, Acquired & Congenital

Rarity

Rare

Affected Species

• Humanity