Zethriel

Aloof and secretive, with an ability to manipulate the people around him with his voice.

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by RideOnTechnology

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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Description

Comparatively short, about 5'8'', slender build. Has long, black hair that is unbearably straight. He usually wears white jeans aand a white shirt with a black belt.

Personality

Very introverted and only speaks when completely neccessary. When he does speak it is with clean, concise anuunciations and articulation. He is slow-spoken, however, and is careful with his words.

Equipment

Zethriel's weapon was created completely for him. His fighting technique combines quick, precise movement with intricate twists and turns. His weapons are two long, sharp blades that attach at the wrists and are usually kept on his belt at his sides. They are very sharp, deadly weapons that he hardly ever uses.

History

Zethriel, whether by self-induced amnesia or shock related memory loss, has forgotten most of this. However, he is one of the deepest secrets of the Government. When the war started he was recruited as a child for molding to their liking and deemed "Project". He was trained in his very own hand-made weapon, but more importantly was the special skill they honed.

As the war seemed to die down he was released to live a normal life, and promptly became involved with a woman. They had a child and loved each other very much. About a year later, though, the war starteed up again and he was called back.

Not many people lived tp tell this story, but resources say that the night the Project broke loose, thousands died at the utterance of a word. Soldiers, civilians, and the like were slaughtered. It was projected that 70% of the War's deaths were with the Project to fault.
Three years later the Government still denies all responsibility for the Project and there is a warrant out for his arrest.

Zethriel's Story

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-21 21:08:25, as a chat transcript.
walks into the bar, gaze chained to the floor. He sits on the nearest bar stool, wishing only for tea. Being in a bar, this was not about to happen.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-21 21:14:21, as written by RideOnTechnology
Zethriel stared quite unabashedly at the white she-wolf that had just stepped into the room. She was a beautiful creature and, more importantly, reminded him of someone.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-21 21:35:29, as a chat transcript.
watches the hybrid wolves quietly, amused for the first time since walking into the bar. Suddenly a severely cold air washed over him and he turned slightly to see where the vibe had come from. The clearly feline woman with a sneer on her face was the focus point.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-21 21:44:05, as written by RideOnTechnology
Zethriel pushed a glass of somethingoranother that was in front of him over to Gabriella. It was not his, and she was the closest on to him. Besides, he was bored, which was a fantastic feat to accomplish.