- May 24, 2018
Little is known about the origins of the mysterious, charismatic cosmic nomad Ashlan Radimus-Badan Pure. A self proclaimed guru to many, even a god to some there are those who claim him to be a charlatan, a dandy-rogue, nothing more than a space-snake oil salesman of the absolute lowest calibre.
But whoever he is, he is undoubtedly charming and dynamic and most importantly looks really, really cool. In his 555 triple injection cosmic interceptor he travels from world to world, system to system picking up anyone he deems to have the right stuff – and who will match his hypercolour 12 ply galactic storm coat – this season’s must have.
He is capable of feats of astounding cosmic wisdom, most of which he nicked from galactic-fortune cookies and it seems, despite the bravado, he genuinely does wants to help. He wants to make the universe, once and for all, a better place, to spread peace and banish hate, fear and violence forever more… As long as everyone knows it was him that did it.
It is Pure’s encounter with Adul on Hyper-abad that shows him how selfish he really is. He has been fooling them all and no one more than himself. Finally he is forced to ask if he really wants to save the universe why is he always hiding behind his technology – he calls it a self preservation. He asks ‘how can I help others if I don’t help myself – He politicizes his laziness, his selfishness and cowardice, he spins it in threads of cosmic sparkle. Words, his power and Symbols his weapons. He dazzles but what happens when the blinding light of explosive truth is finally turned on him?
It is his conflict with with Adul, his letting down of Morgan, of both of his young charges, that forces him to face facts, to finally be really brave. To stand up and fight for what he believes in. It’s all lies, but somehow, it’s all true.
His true origin – he is from one of the core planets – Christianica (name needed) of the old Empire – The shining city, no less. He left, rebelled as a teenager, to seek cosmic enlightenment and get toasted, nicely toasted. The teachings of rival space gurus Trans Morrigun and The Amoral One are his guide, augmented with a scavenged ontology, a cut and shut spirituality pilfered from a myriad of worlds. He takes what works for him and binds it fast and loose, nice and smooth, into a quick-fix, cut price philosophy.
In reality he is a rich kid on a gap year that never ended. He skipped national service for the Winged elite of the Shining City. Framing it as a stand against institutionalised violence, in reality he was just $#!+ scared.
Since then he has roamed the galaxy wheeling and dealing But despite all his posturing, all his lies, somehow it is all true.
The voice / The Mouth / Selfishness / greed.
Manipulation and exploitation framed as magical intervention. Pure is our gateway to the wider universe, appearing learned and wise our guide. Confident and charismatic, fast talking and dynamic.
Start high. High talk, high ideals. Is brought low by overconfidence and inherent self destructive tendencies.
Stripped of all the trappings of status and power – the coat, the hat the suit, revealed as weak, selfish, greedy, as flawed as any of his companions.
Ends levelled and finally made whole. Of all the worlds that worshipped him, that believed in him as a god, it turns out what he really needed was to believe in himself.