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Vexar Marques

The silver haired man seems to catch you out of the corner of his blue eyes. His attention doesn't stay there long as he returns his attention to what he was doing.

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a character in “Sovereign”, as played by Vexar

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Silver hair flows down, touching against the buttoned flaps on his shoulders. The flaps are sewn onto his long draping coat. It's covered in a seemingly useless array of buckles, straps, and pockets. He typically wears a pair of silver rectangle shades, blocking his light blue eyes. A peek under the coat reveals a simple white shirt untucked over loosley buckled blue jeans. His feet tend to clack against the ground as he walks in steel plated leather boots.

The history of Vexar Marques

Tony ā€˜En Vec
At this point in time he was known as Tony ā€˜En Vec. As a child he was brought to a small the small hamlet of Thanti. It was located a ways outside the kingdom walls of Thaliran. He was seen as an average human boy, raised by two gracious and adopted parents. It wasnā€™t until the age of 17 that he had came to know they werenā€™t his real parents. They filled him in on the tragic death of his own parents, the king and queen of a destroyed neighboring kingdom, Dalthi. It was then he embarked upon a quest to find out who did this to his parents and kingdom. He wanted to know who took what was rightfully his.

Upon this journey he encountered two key people in his life, Malicki Silverhair, and Samike Ikesome. He grew close to the woman, Samike, even thinking he was in love at one point. However she was with another, who would turn out to be the sole reason his parents were dead; Malicki. They had many encounters with each other, each one bringing Tony further to the truth. That his parents deserved their death. In his final fight with Malicki, he found out that his parents were utter tyrants and horrid people. Malicki was living proof of this. As Tony went for a killing blow Malicki gave his proof in the form of a mark, given by birth of the royal family of Severous; the serpents mark. Malicki was a hidden member of the royal family, related in only half blood to Tony. Tony withdrew the strike and soon helped Malicki recover. Malicki decided it was time for Tony to know of his real name and heritage. Maximillion Von Severousā€¦ Who also shared the mark of the serpent.

Maximillion Von Severous
Malicki left Maximillion rather quickly after revealing many mysteries of his past. Maximillion was 22 by now. Malicki also left Samike Ikesome behind. It was this that brought her and Max close. Maximillion had learned that his familyā€™s bloodline was one filled of untold magic, magic that could supposedly forge worlds and the very planes of existence they live on. Perhaps learning this brought Max closer to what he is now. Maximillion had been in love with only one woman at this point and that was Samike. He eventually got lucky enough to get her into, well, more private circumstances. Thus, at 22 years of age he discovered the very root of his bloodline.

You see, whilst in the climax of his ā€˜eventā€™ with her, he vanished. He ā€˜finishedā€™ into a void between space and time. He floated there, for what seemed like hours. He figured he must have had a heart attack and died. With a sudden rush, he was returned back to where he wasā€¦ with his loved one. To her he hadnā€™t vanished for more than a split second, just enough to feel something odd. It was only him freaking out that actually separated the two at the time. Needless to say over their next few times she eventually left him for his inability to ā€˜finishā€™ and not believing his stories of vanishing into the abyss.

Soon after, Max hit a low point in his live, traveling from bar to bar trying to find a woman to help him slip into this abyss. He found himself staying longer and vanishing for longer periods of time. In some cases it was enough time to for the woman to even leave his quarters entirely. It wasnā€™t long before he began to realize he didnā€™t need women to help him vanish, he was soon able to vanish into this place by will. Shortly after this he began to remain locked up in his housing and practice going to this place, trying to learn about what exactly it was.

It was during this practice that he once again ran into Malicki. Malicki was rather quick about what he had to say, but very blunt. He told Max that he was a planes-walker by blood. And to continue on attempting what he was doing would only lead to his death. With that, it would be a very long time before the two ever met again. During Maxā€™s next session he was taken across the planes, not between them. He was taken to a world heā€™d never imagined. A world of a highly advanced civilization. Their morals were as skewed as their DNA. He soon found his magic didnā€™t work hereā€¦ He was stuck. He took on the name of Zeth Marquadian, and studied to be a professor in ā€˜applied sciencesā€™.

Zeth Marquadian
It was here that he came to know what his magic really was, how it was able to work. He learned how his magic could create and destroy many things, if not everything. Yet the very technology that allowed him to see his magic, prevented him from using it. In one of his first attempts to use both technology and magic, his DNA had become altered. It turned him into a person with short fangs, and furred feline ears. On top of this his hair became silver, alike his half brother Malicki.

Slowly, Zeth came to settle down. Eventually meeting a new love in this realm, Lita Korhana. This was the first time he was ever allowed to ā€˜finishā€™ as well, at the ripe olā€™ age of 43. He hadnā€™t seemed to age, and the change in DNA didnā€™t seem to help. He figured something was happening at a molecular level to prevent him from aging past 25. As he remembered Malicki hadnā€™t ever aged either.

Unfortunately after 4 years of being with Lita, during a class experiment gone wrong, Zeth was returned to his home world. He was ripped from his newfound happiness. When he returned to his home world, time hadnā€™t passed slowly as it had in the past. Instead his home world was now centuries into the future. He returned to a modern civilized world. He knew no one and no one knew him. It was yet another new beginning for the young planeswalker. With this, when he returned the feline features were stripped of him, leaving all but small fangs for his k-9 teeth. It gives the unfortunate Vexar a rather odd accent to have to manage.

Vexar Marques
He took on yet another new name, Vexar Marques. The choice was because of his vexated state of mind. He was lost in his own world and mind. He soon became a drifter, a wanderer, nearly a historianā€¦ He did what he could to learn what happened of those in his past, and of the world he left behind. He could offer this world so much now, but he chose to let things progress as they have over the past centuriesā€¦ He learned how volatile and warring his own world had been.

He found himself alone on a beach one day, looking out across the sea, which had even changed since he had been gone. He then came across something he had never seen before. A shadowy figure approached him. He watched it intently. The figure came from the water, upon the shore, and touched Vexar. He slowly fell to his back and gazed up to the sky. This was the day he died. As his soul left his body and lofted through space, he wondered how and why he just died. Needless to say he knew it was death. As he floated through the universe he wondered what was next. He was soon to find out.

Vexar landed in the most abnormal of places, one could call it a job office of the ā€˜other sideā€™. It was then explained that Vexar had finally reached the point where he was needed as a planes walker, thus he was stripped of his body and now required for the job. This is something he is currently coping with and not so happy about.

Should you have any questions or comments please ask away! This is my actual history as a role player in a very brief form and how Iā€™ve had my one character change and evolve over the course of 8 years.

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Orbs: These small balls of machinery were made when Vexar spent time in another plane, perhaps demension. One that twisted what he considered magic; into technology. He created these to complement his work and studies; though they each pack their own special punches.

Violet: This orb popps out to become a four legged skittering machine. It targets Vexar's foe and does it's best to inject parylitical poison. If unable to do so it will emit the poison into a nerve gas that can stop even the mightiest of foes in their tracks after taking in enough of the chemical.

Ruby: This two legged ball of madness clicks and clanks its way toward the opponent in a maddening rush to absorb energy. Once it has gotten a full supply of it, it can do one of two things. Replenish Vexar, or drop a powder that is highly explosive when impacted. Vexar would have to trick the foe into stepping onto it, which would in turn expload under each step the foe would make.

Emerald: This orb is unlike the other two as it is a protector of Vexar. It has three legs when out. It uses them to hop about or cling to Vexar. When it has extreme speeds and accuracy; not to harm the opponent. But, to absorb attacks from Vexar. Energy attacks are absorbed and temporarily provide a barrier around Vexar. Non-energy attacks are typically taken by the orb, if it can make it in time. It cannot handle non-energy attacks well. However, energy attacks only make it more powerful.

Onyx: The single legged nightmare. Very rarely used. This was born from the technology that could destroy the very world Vexar had been on in the past. Extreme fusion gone awry. This orb will roll out, plant itself near the foe, and explode. This is a last ditch effort that has never been used. Test explosions by the technology's original creators were done on moons, asteroids, anything large in space. It was known to easily destroy each of those into dust. Thus when Vexar made it, he intended to have to only use it once; it could be the death of him. He might not have time, even being a planeswalker; to get away from such power.

Silver hair flows down, touching against the buttoned flaps on his shoulders. The flaps are sewn onto his long draping coat. It's covered in a seemingly useless array of buckles, flaps, and pockets. He typically wears a pair of silver rectangle shades, blocking his light blue eyes. A peek under the coat reveals a simple white shirt untucked over loosley buckled blue jeans. His feet tend to clack against the ground as he walks in steel plated leather boots.

((More to come.))

So begins...

Vexar Marques's Story

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Vexar Marques only gave a small smile before he relaxed his arms from his 'grand gesture'. Not much time for us to get used to our surroundings miss. I have business to attend.

With this he gave only a slight glance over her before he turned his back. He began his ascent up the flight of stairs that led into the massive library. He had one task to finish before he would fully devote his time to the woman that chose a new fate with him.

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Vexar Marques did not look back to see if Sera followed. Her strong steps against the hard tile floor echoed a message that she was.A cool wind flowed throughout the central hall of the large building.

Vexar walked at a slow pace, passing up wing after wing of different parts of the library. He was on a mission to reach the end of this vast hall. He adjusted the strap that held the large book on his back, and the staff.

"We are almost there..." He paused. "These men, you must be confident in your mind. They hear what you think as if it were you talking..." Vexar grew more confident in his step. "These sages, they like to toy with the mind. It is their life to know all... Even your deepest and most unwavering thoughts." He gave one small glance back to Sera. "If you don't feel confident enough in your own mind. I suggest you do not attempt to enter with me."

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Vexar Marques gave only a smirk to her response. He had much to say, but for her safety he would rather her confidence stay boosted.

They entered an open chamber that seemed to reach up into the heights of the city. There, three men stood. They were even taller than Vexar. He gave a slight bow, and they responded with a modest nod. This was more respect than most Filigree would give anyone.

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Their enlongated heads tilted at the new arrival. Vexar did nothing to stop them from attempting to probe Sera. Yet, he still managed to distract their attention by unhooking the large book from his back. He laid it on a large table in the center of the chamber.

His body language suggested that he were in deep conversation with them. And, theirs suggested the same back to him.

But, these sages liked to toy with the mind. And, with Vexar distracted; would they be tempted to reach into Sera's?

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Vexar Marques stepped back as two of the five stepped forward. Their figures lingered as if floating in a path toward Sera.

He dropped his hands and the unspoken conversation. His words echoed throughout the chamber. "I brought you here to study the books of worlds..." This did not cause any of the figures to hesitate. Instead the last three attempted to stride past him.

Vexar reached for the staff on his back. A click resounded from it as he unsnapped it from its binding. The clear orb floating in the center, at the top, of the staff began to dimly turn blue.

He slowly brought the staff in front of him. "I give you your final warning. I will not take your lives... But, your very knowledge will be lost without trace..." His voice was low, a tone not heard by Sera. It was of madness, of seething hatred.

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Vexar Marques closed his eyes. A single ping on the floor echoed as his staff tapped it. The orb at the end glowed brightly. He would take the memories of everyone in this chamber. Even Sera's if only a short while. She was his concern, he did not want her to remember faltering to such a menace.

The sages fell into a pool of metal and artifact. Their memories erasing away the very thoughts that kept them bound together. This would be worse than death for a Filigree sage, left to exist until they could re-create what they once were.

The light slowly grew dim as the last of the sages melted away. "So much for getting this book figured out..." His voice was still low. Vexar was highly dissapointed in Sera. He slowly strode forward and strapped his staff, and book.

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Vexar Marques grimaced at the joke Rozwell had made. "This was a sad thing." He shook his head in dissaproval of his young apprentice. "They could become good..." Vexar glanced at the puddles on the ground, slowly absorbing into the tile and muttered "They still can."

The last remark was only to reassure himself. "You are not ready for the vault if that is how you feel."

Vexar's eyes, not hidden by his shades, shifted back to Sera. "We now have yet another step in front of us." He took a step toward her. "It would seem you also have much to learn. "

His next words were calculated, a response to trigger admission from Sera. "I know you still care, so you must still have some faith for your people and your land." He paused. "I know you felt forced to lie to me." The evidence of a tear was still on her cheek; and glistened as if a tell tale proof that she still had a heart for the Celestial Realm.

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Vexar Marques watched Sera carefully. He had taken too much. Indeed he had to use a powerful psionic attack. But, he tried so hard to protect her. "Sera." He spoke up softly. He was unsure of how to continue on the conversation... As he knew the visions of planes walking would come to her in her sleep. But, what of past memories?

He was lost in the confusions of what he would be able to do for her. For when memories were taken, there was no easy task to get them back.

Vexar's eyes wandered back to Rozwell. "This is my apprentice, Rozwell." He paused, still studying Sera. He could imagine the change would be better for him. Yet, he had no idea where it could bring her; if she even wanted to remember.

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Vexar Marques seemed too lost in though to answer at first. He knew the book was of importance, and so was getting a new council of sages. Yet, he did not know where to go for loss of memory.

"I believe that will be left up to fate..." He spoke, eying Sera before turning his full attention to Rozwell. "If you've come across anything in your recent studies..." He trailed off as if she should know the rest of his question or statement.

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Vexar Marques dismissed Rozwell's notion. They were in a library of all, yet this place could be of no help to them. He would instead try to surround Sera by something she is more familiar with. "Miss Vallencourte, we should head over to the Orzhov district... I believe we could find more for you there."

The Orzhov were capitalist, politicians of all, they believed power was everything. With this, Vexar strode forward, heading out of the chamber. The steel on his boots clacking against the floor as he picked up his pace.

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Vexar Marques would have chosen to call the nearly thirty minute trip to the entrance of the Orzhov district, awkward. Many people welcomed him in the Dimir district. Yet, he had to fight to be allowed back into the Orzhov district without them illiciting some sort of payment from him and the two that were with him.

It was only when an Orzhov Pontiff called out for him, that he was allowed in with the companions. "Ah, young Brhodof!" He made haste towards the man that was tall and slender as he.
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"The only face I welcome in this capitalist hell."