With a low popping sound, Archais finds himself for the second time today, five feet up, upside down and a split second from a head injury. But a split second is all he needs as he twists mid air to land on his feet in the middle of a street. He looks around to get his bearings and notices a sign, declaring the building before him to be the Ironflame Tavern.

{Hm... Wonder what kind of place I've wound up in this time? Oh, well, make the most of it!}

He dusts off his short cut black vest, and his black cargo pants. He notices a person staring at him from across the road. He calls over to them, "Is it because one eye's silver and the other's red, or is it because I just popped in out of nowhere?"

The person just shakes their head and makes their way down the street. Archais smiles and runs his hand through his short, stiff silver hair. The Gauntlets dormant for the moment, appearing as black fingerless gloves with a rune etched metal plate on the backs and smooth silver rings around his wrists. His mother's red marbled black pendant standing out against his bare chest. He heads into the tavern.

Stepping through the door the cooler tavern makes him wonder if he should wear a shirt more often. A couple steps in and he gets a strange feeling that can only be described as pressure to his right from the shadows. He looks over but doesn't see anything over there, dismissing the feeling as nothing more than a natural dimensional phenomenon. Looking around the bar, he notices a lack of smiling faces. {Seems like a bit of a gloomy bunch... I'll see if I can do something about this.}

Taking a long look at the bar and judging the distance to the nearest table, Archais smiles. With a running start he does a series of front flips, then jumps off the edge of the bar between a pair of patrons, and with a mid-air contortion lands in the middle of the nearest table on one hand. He spins down into a cross legged position in the middle of the table. Smiling at the faces that turn towards him.

"Hi."

He looks around the tavern once more, noting the all too familiar pressure of power in the air.
{I wonder what the Test will be in a place like this? Oh well I'd better see if I can barter for something to drink, and settle down for the show to start. I prefer the Tests with a bit of liveliness to them. Still... they seem to be a gloomy bunch, it's what I get for stumbling into a place like this after the height of the day.}

Descon didn't want to make his presence known quite yet. He was taking the form of some pansy dark-elf that he killed earlier. It has only been a matter of hours since he was released. Killing a mortal is supposedly immoral; that was what Descon heard. He didn't understand right from wrong... He was a soulless shell hiding in the darkness unaware of the light. But of course, it was hard for a demon to live in a mostly-mortal society. People would stare at him with pity. He was being observant. Watching people come and go.

He watched as some mortal in a cut back shirt teleported into the tavern. "Why? What the hell!" He was confused. Why would such a man teleport into this place... He twitched and his eyes dilluted into a deep red. He shot up and grabbed a nearby - table where to mortals were gambling, throwing coloured coins at a scraggly green mat - throwing it to the ground. "Why?" He raored. It wasn't only Descon's ability to comprehend moral that had gone; but also his sanity. His anger was futile; and he didn't understand why he was angry. Everyone in the tavern was watching, Awestruck at Descon, the, apparently pansy looking Dark Elf.

Descon grabbed his chest and pulled; then he clenched his hand like a fist and bashed his chest like drum; like what an ape would do to show anger. The impact started showing filling the tarvern with what looked like life-cells and memories of which the elf had. The shining memories showed all sorts of events; devastating ones, happy moments anything you could think of was there in a holographin visual form. The memories grouped together to form an orb; the orb erupted into a booming red aura around Descon. Descon's face started to disfigure. The Dark-Elves pale blue skin morphed into red tissue and then solidated into skin his chest boomed out of the shirt he was wearing and expanded ten fold into shear muscle.

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He pointed at the teleporter. "You." His true form said, it was low and echoed. "Give me your secrets.. I need a teleportion to the hinterlands." He grabbed the poor mortal by his black shirt holding him up against the wall.

(( Sorry for being an angry demon. But I felt like writing about an angry demon.))

Archais looked into the eyes of the big red beast that held him up by his vest, and saw in them an uncontrolled rage. He also saw confusion, something wasn't right in this one's mind. Archais began to chuckle, he'd also been mistook for a teleporter again.

"Excuse me my burly red friend, but my secrets aren't lightly given, and I've no control of my teleportations. I can however give you some advice on that temper of yours."

The smile fades from Archais' face, and his voice hardens to a serious tone, " Don't let it consume you. We always have a choice in these matters. I know what you are, I can feel it in my blood. I'll ask you this once, and only once; Take your hands off of me, or I'll take your hands off of you."

The runes on the gloves begin to glow, and the metal rings begin to ebb and flow across Archais' hands and forearms like water, hardening into jagged clawed gauntlets. Archais places one gauntlet upon the beast's arm, and breaks the skin with the claws that can cut diamond like soft cheese, in order to get his point across.

"I have no desire to fight you, I don't even know where I am yet. I just stopped in here to get my bearings, and a drink."

Descon shook this mans body. "Help me," He said tears in his eyes. "Help me!" he shook the man's body more vigorously. His past flashed back at him traumatically and he dropped the man. "Descon! Watch me kill your mother Descon." Descon's brain was flashing back and forth into the distant memories and reality.

Saliva dripped out of Descon's mouth and his eyes started bleeding. "I don't want to hurt... I need help," Descon whelped...

"Please help me... Wizard man help! Please!"

((Bleargh.. Dunno where this is going.. Poor descon.))

Archais looks down at the poor beast before him, and feels, not pity, but sorrow.
{Had to watch his mother die, no wonder he's such a wreck.}

Archais shakes his head, and smiles. The Gauntlets flow back to their original gloved shape as he holds out his hand in a gesture of peace, and helps the red man to his feet. Archais looks up at him an with an encouraging expression.
"I'll do what I can to help you, but lets start over. Hi, my name is Archais."

-<Synopsis>-

21 year old son of the Dragon Alconaksidriniakt and the Demoness Trianna the Dark Seraph, currently earning the right to the power of his heritage.

Description

For the most part Archais appears human, due to a powerful spell placed upon him by his parents to hide him safely on earth from their enemies.

Full Name: Archais Cyrian Kaldeus Drakkonyte
Height: 6'
Weight: 240 lbs
Build: Gymnastic (He's heavier than he looks, very dense muscles)
Hair: Short spiked back and metallic silver, most people assume it to be dyed, but it's natural.
Eyes: Right eye has a silver iris, and the left has a blood red iris.

Archais keeps clean shaved as much as possible.
He wears a sleeveless black vest, and rarely wears a shirt. He wears loose black cargo pants and heavy black steel toed boots.

Personality

Though capable of being serious, Archais is generally in a cheerful mood. He often makes off the wall acrobatic maneuvers at odd times, not so much to be the center of attention, but to put a smile on peoples faces, and to keep in shape.

He loves a good joke, but is given to a bit of a morbid sense of humor. Well, it seems morbid to others, but death is a light subject for him. He knows that death is just one more part of life.

His oftentimes childish remarks belie an impeccable wit, and an intelligence beyond his years. His keen intelligence is due mostly to his heritage and partially to his own effort. Archais benefits from both his father's draconic racial memory, which comes to him as unbidden pieces of insight and vivid dreams, and his mother's demonic visions, which allow him to perfectly visualize any memory as if he were living it again.

A firm believer in the greater good, Archais often puts himself in harms way for the benefit of others. But he does have a dark streak, he'll kill you if you've violated his code of honor and he'll do so without regret.

"Only a life lived with honor is a life worth living. Those without honor are not alive to begin with. I hold no more remorse for their deaths than you hold for the insects you trample underfoot." ~Archais

Equipment

Archais carries only two items of note. They are the keys to unlocking his power, which is sealed by powerful Demonic and Draconic magic, as well as sub-dimensional nanotech. One from his mother the other from his father.

His mother left with him a locket of intricate design. The locket appears to be made of a red striated black marble, and is held shut by a series of interlocking slide joints. Inside the locket is a picture of his parents holding him as a baby. While also being part of the release mechanism of Archais' seal, the locket provides a shield sized barrier of force that moves with Archais' will. The pendant also goes cold when Archais touches a magical item that is harmful in ways other than physical.

His father's gift was a weapon, delivered on Archais' 19th birthday. They normally appear as a pair of fingerless black gloves with a smooth metallic ring around the wrists and a plate on the backs of the hands. Each plate is etched with one of his parents personal sigils. But as I said they are a weapon. With a thought the metallic parts of the gloves flow out like water across his hands and fore arms, solidifying into a pair of clawed gauntlets with a pair of short spike like blades emerging from the back of each fore arm. As Archais' anger grows the gauntlets grow more vicious. The material of the gauntlets themselves is virtually indestructible. Unknown to Archais they are made of a material called Tarrathanishk. Tarrathanishk is an ultra rare mineral only found at the heart of some black holes. The only person to ever find a way to alter this material is Archais' father. In addition to being made of a material that can withstand sitting in a black hole for an eternity, the gauntlets are also a powerful magical conduit, capable of absorbing even the most powerful destructive energies and storing them in a non-dimensional space, that Archais can access in times of extreme desperation.

I suppose one more thing of note is Archais' ability to partially break his seal in times of truly dire need. In an event of true desperation Archais changes. His skin changes to a deep midnight blue and the magical seal upon him becomes visible to even those without a magical sight, burning bright like a full body tribal tattoo of molten steel. He grows to nearly 8 feet tall, his canines grow long, four horns grow out of his head, two curve forward and two sweep back. His hair grows and be comes wild, his eyes change, the right becoming solid black with a silver starburst for a pupil and flakes of silver flowing across it, the left turns black as well with fire like cracks radiating out from a glowing blood red cat-like pupil. A long serpentine tail stretches out from behind him as long as he is tall, his feet turn to dragon like talons. While his gauntlets, for lack of a better word, go ballistic, with black flames radiating from them, and a pair of large dragon-like wings covered in pitch black feathers emerge from his back.

This state is an amalgam of his true form and the human body he is sealed into. Archais loses control in this state, destroying anything that gets in the way of him and his prey. Unfortunately for Archais the Seal doesn't deem the protection of his own life as legitimate reason to enter this state. Only in the protection of others is this allowed. Archais often falls unconscious afterward and can sleep for days.

History

Archais was left on Earth by his parents, in order to protect him from their enemies. He was left in the care of one of the last remaining elves on that Earth, she ran an orphanage in a large city. Archais grew up fairly normal the Matron always kept a close eye on him and made sure no one adopted him.

She taught Archais many things about the natural order of things, and absentmindedly divulged much of the dead elven culture, which shaped his mind like no human ever was. Of course, Archais isn't human. She also taught him an ancient form of elven martial arts, it's functionality resembles something akin to a combination of Capoeira, Tae Kwon Do, Akkido, and Black Tiger Kung Fu. However, Archais was an avid fan of professional wrestling as a child and has incorporated the submissions and "off the top rope" maneuvers into his own personal style.

Archais maintained an outsider status while going through school, he caused a lot of trouble, but still graduated at the age of 14. He went to college at the age of 15 and graduated with a Masters degree in engineering by the time he was 18. Archais fell into a bit of a slump when a long time friend of his stole his designs to get into a corporation which he later took over, and converted into a private military research company. Following the loss of his designs his then girlfriend died in a freak accident caused by a flawed implementation of one of his stolen designs. He took to working at an auto shop and basically gave up on any greater aspirations.

Then the day of his 19th birthday arrived, and with it an old man who said he represented Archais' father's estate. The old man brought a large crate and left. In the crate was an ancient looking chest with a note and the gauntlets. The note contained an apology and an explanation. Archais, a friend of his, and an old acquaintance of his father embarked on a journey that culminated in the destruction of the most powerful magical artifact on his Earth. The resulting energy flung Archais and his group across dimensional barriers. Archais has spent the last year trying to find a way home.

Archais' life is a series of tests, with each one passed he gains one more piece of his inherent power. He doesn't know what the tests are, nor does he know how to pass them. The only indication that a test is in progress is a slight queasy feeling in his gut. The tests were designed by his father, because power should be earned not given, and that power should never be allowed to corrupt those who possess it.

{That's it for now, more will be added later, I just want to get started.}

(That's great. I'll do mine tonight.. Okay?)

"Man does my head hurt" Said Serk in a daze, looking around and realizing that he was in a pile of garbage in some ally way.
"if only i had a nickle for every time this has happened to me. What did I drink last night?" looking very baffled
Serk stands up and dusts himself off and peels off random pieces garbage. "Wow I smell worse than my own cooking" Serk said in a chuckle.
"well lets see were I am"
Serk walked down the ally and turned to corner and found himself in a much happier mood. "FREAKIN SWEET! A tavern, its boozen time!"
Serk then rushed threw the doors
"Fear not, the party has arrived" Serk said very loudly as he entered the building.

A quizzical expression crosses over Archais' face, as he hears a familiar voice. Looking past the red man in front of him, Archais smiles widely. The disheveled individual that just made his entrance is well known to Archais. Archais has known the man for years, but hasn't seen him since the event that sent them all sprawling across the dimensions over a year ago.

Archais calls out to him in a welcoming tone. "Well I'll be damned! Serk is that you, or have I found some crazy hobo that stole your face?" Archais waves him over as he sets the table back up and motions for the big red man to sit down.

"Well I'll be the son of a rich man who cheated on his wife with a wookie from the slums of New York Mother Fuckn City!!!!" Serk exclaimed loudly.
Serk made his way across the room, still plucking off stinky pieces of trash and old food.
"Please tell me you have somewhere to take a bath and get my cloths washed up, cuz rotten meat doesn't really do much for my hair." Serk said as he sat down at the table.
"And who is your overly emotional big red friend?" Serk said with a big smile on his face.

"Please Laerdoryan. Not my mother." Descon woke from a lucid state; sailva running down his neck. Escaping from the ninth realm was causing Descon alot of post-dramatic stress. He can't remember things; his feelings deteriorated. His moral sense gone. He was a shell with a hard exterior. Descon couldn't remember what had happened after the threat he had received from a friendly looking Archais. With both eyes bleeding he sat down, put his hands on his forehead and focused.Did I.. No..no.. Was it... Defintiley not. He sunked his thought and head deeper into his hands. He started crying... Not lashing out in rage. It was futile; he'd killed many before. His moral senses came back to him.

He looked up; what he saw was unimpressive; a cheap whore in a dirty blouse, a man so heavily intoxicated he couldn't hold his fat little head up. But he saw clarity in the fog. Hope was what he saw. Archais was sitting their apparently minding his own business. Descon didn't know why he was so attracted to Archais. Was it his calming theatruc voice, maybe. Descon could see how well he handled his rage. He needed a friend; no, not even. He needed a partner. But at the moment, he needed a psychiatrist and Archais would have to do. If he was acceptant to deal with an unstable demon.

He looked at Archais and whistled up a cheap smile and whispered the folowing. " Can I sit with you and talk ol' pal?

(( Man, this is so fun! You're a great person to roleplay with Archais."

Serk sat back in his chair, observing the big red man, and taking a big drink of his ale
He finished brushing the gunk off of his vest, which seemed identical with that of the one Archais was waring.
Looking at the obvious demon Serk felt a small amount of pity, because this Demon obviously had something great tearing away his mind.
"I don't know what this things deal is but I'm going to have to keep my eye on him for a while anyway, if i let anything happen to the boy his pop would have my skin!" Serk thought to himself
"How about a drink big guy?" Serk said to the big red demon


(lol i have been role playing with "Archais" for many years now, me and him have been friends for 14 years in real life. ya know your pretty good at this Descon)

( Haha, thanks. Not too shabby yourself mate. Look i'm going to go bed now, just stroke midnight. Send me a private message and you, me and Archais can roleplay all together. I'll catch you later in the tavern my friend. ))

A figure wrapped up in a hooded cloak walked through the doors of the Tavern in a mysterious manner. Everyone turned to look at him and watched in anticipation to see if he would remove his cloak. He was holding a stick with a distinctive skull shaped model on the end. The waitress took one look at the stick he was holding and gasped in disbelief before dropping the large ale she was about to serve to one of the regulars. It was clear the waitress knew who the man was and stood stiff and shocked as the man removed his hood to show the face of a clown, some would say a very scary looking clown. He opened his mouth and grinned with his sharp pointed teeth as his shiny red hair reflected the sunlight coming in from the window.

He proceeded to walk to the bar and said in a deep feearful voice "hallo young lady, I believe you have something that belongs to me".

"Who's this Clown?" Serk said looking over his left shoulder at the man who just walked into the tavern.
"HAHAHAHAHA! GET IT ARCHAIS? CLOWN! HAHAHAHA!" Serk said pounding one hand on the table.
"But seriously, he looks......Funny....HAHAHAHAHA!" Said Serk as he buried his head in hands.
"Someone should tell him to stop "clownen" around......HAHAHAHAHA!" Serk shouted
"looks like ill have to keep an eye on everyone in this place, strange people everywhere these days." Serk thought to himself as he laughed.

The clown turned to look at the several onlookers that started to snigger because of his appearance. He tried to ignore them as he turned to face the waitress with a demanding but chilling grin. The waitress ran out back locking the door behind her. The clown contemplated in his chain of thoughts, thinking should i attempt to break the door down. he eventually decided against the idea but went behind the bar to help himself to a large beer, before jumping over the bar to take his place on one of the various bar stools surrounding the bar.

As he started to drink his beer he noticed more and more odd looks coming his way and turned to the hairy man beside him and said in a angry and groany tone "what's your problem. I wouldnt mess with me if i was you!" he carried on drinking his beer.

Archais smiled and nodded his head to the big red demon. "Have a seat and we can talk. I've got a bit of money so I'll get us something to drink. Excuse me waitress? Can we get a couple drinks over here?"

A waitress nods from behind the bar and asks what they'll be having. "Just three of something cheap, I haven't got much money at the moment." The waitress sets three ales on a tray and heads over. Then some cloaked figure comes in through the door, with a skull stick, and scares the waitress who drops the drinks. The figure reveals itself to be an evil looking clown. {Damnit. I hate clowns, and this one wasted a good drink.}

After Serk's outburst of hilarity. Archais yells over to the clown. "Actually she had something that belonged to us until you made her drop it! I don't know what your deal is Bobo, but can it wait 'til after we've gotten our drinks?" The runes on the gauntlets begin to glow faintly, preparing them selves if the need arises. Archais keeps an eye on the fanged fool, ready to defend the frightened waitress if necessary.

The clown turned to face the man that just humiliated him a few moments ago. Although he seemed to not be scared by him, the clown had a certain feeling that the man is much more powerful than he looks. He walked over to him and said "Do you even know the past of that waitress? Because if you did you wouldnt be defending her!."

The clown then went to turn away to go back to his new place on a barstool, but noticed the skull on his stick began glowing red. He immediatly faced the man again and said "it looks like this skull stick has chosen you. It is our destiny to team up."

" A clown. All I need is theatrics right now." Said Descon, his voice echoed multiple times through the dank stone. Descon looked at Archais hopelessly, his eyes glinting in the light. His head seperated from his body so he could go closer to Archais stretching his neck as far as it could go, trying to be more sincere. "Thanks for the beverage. Thank you for the theraputic words. I am not worth this effort you've invested into me." He reattactched his head to his body and peered at the clown; his sense of moral seemed to have come back to him; but the key, most fatal emotion didn't coerce with him at all, he couldn't sense or feel happiness. He could respond to the fear in his chest; he was scared.

He looked around at the ordinary folk, glinting at no-one particular; then retracted but to Archais and whispered. " People think that - although i'm a heartless, reckless demon - I still have hope and always have had; and they think that there's a loving heart but it's not true. I've killed countless, and I can't turn away from that. I've hard my mother slaughtered in front of my eyes. Due to racial reasons god has abandoned me. There isn't any hope." Descon didn't cry but looked at his hands and felt regret and guilt fall on him. " My hands; they're the hands of a murderer my friend. A murderer!"

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Descon stared at it hands so confusedly. A sudded puff of emotion splurted into Descon and he looked up at Descon determined. " He killed my mother. I must avenge her."

"Great Serk, you stumbled into loony bin central! Looks like everyone here is a tiny bit off there rocker." Serk said aloud
"I remember a time when this planet was full of......well actually they wasn't all that great....Never mind continue with the insane!!!!" Serk said as he lifted his drink to his mouth.
"Archais looks like Bobo over there wants to be your friend! why dont you buy him a drink....you could always make it a..a...nope i got nothin, Sorry bobo im to drunk to insult you the right way....HAHAHAHA!"Serk said in a drunkn blumber.
"Have a seat Bobo, there's room at this table for a fourth."Serk said to the mysterious clown

The clown turned to Serk just before Archais could answer his request and said to him in an irratated voice "dont mess with me, do you know what i can do?"

He then got an empty beer glass from behind the bar and chucked it at serk but it missed and hit the wall. The clown then let out a weird evil laugh "ahahahahhahaaa"to show how mad he really is. The entire population in the Tavern turned to look at the clown man and the clown sat back on his bar stool.