Full Name: Markas Andrew Graves
Homeland(location): Dragons Port Village
Alignment: Neutral
Age: 26
Race: Drakul (Half Vampire)
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 200lbs
Hair: Medium Length Black
Eyes: Dark Grey
Eyes(secondary): Deep Crimson
Occupation: Shadowmancer - Necromancer - Sorcerer
Being quite fond of wearing dark colored clothing on the upper body of his form, he wears a long black trenchcoat underneath it he wears a loose fit black sleeveless shirt. On the lower body of his form however he wears a pair of black pants, with a nearly tight fitting leather belt upon his waist, and a pair of calf high black boots under his pants leggings.
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Markas Graves
A man who knew nothing of the price that he would pay and the life that he willingly choose to live throughout the rest of his life and so no matter where he goes a shroud of darkness follows.
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Diabolica
Description
Personality
Markas' personality consists of a calm yet calculating demeanor although he is quite socialable however the darkness that resides within him often clouds his personality and judgement of others transforming him into a violent force not to be messed with.
Equipment
.: Xeo'Rac :. - Markas's primary weapon it was once his fathers however it was given to him by Armas and Xundia as a momento long before he became a Drakul this weapon was created and forged in Xundia's elven village Athusundrel, it was forged with combinations of steel and the fang of a dragon which Markas's father killed when the forging was complete the blade was imbued with strong elven magic, the sword itself is a custom made two handed broadsword although since becoming a Drakul and accepting the dark gifts Markas is able to wield this large blade with one or both hands. Depending upon his preference in combat this weapon is located in a custom made sheath which rests firmly upon his back.
--.:Weapon Stats:.--
Overall Length: 50
Blade Length: 38 Double Edged.
Blade Material: Black Stainless Steel.
Handle Material: Solid Stainless Black Steel Guard and Pommel.
.: Havoc and Malice :. - Identical desert eagles with the words Havoc & Malice etched into them these guns were given to Markas as a departing gift by one of his closest friends he is able to either channel his own energy within them or enchant them with either fire or lightning how they function without ammunition is unknown he keeps them stored within holsters upon the sides of his legs.
--.:Weapon Stats:.--
Overall Length: 10.75in (273.1 mm)
Barrel Length: 6in (152.4 mm)
Weight: 4.2lb
History
Not much is known about his past life when he was human he lived in Dragons Port town Markas rarely seen or talked about his parents at the age of 12 he was led away from town where one his father's closest friends guided him into a forest, his name was Armas and he was a elven swordsman whom chose the path of the sword instead of magic he also chose to live within the land of man despite his fathers wishes, there was another close friend of his father's as well her name was Xundia she was a half drow sorceress her father was a wood elf and mother was a drow. She was banished first from her home in Athusundrel where her father lived, then from her home within the underdark where her mother had lived, throughout most of his childhood Markas spent his time in solitude for the next five years where he learned many things one was ultimately how to survive, yet when Markas decided to return home after being away for four years yet to his surprise he met with Armas and Xundia once again both seemed older but they still looked the same in appearance as he remembered them.
He was now 16 and had grew up into a fine young man yet as the three of them moved through the land Markas thought that there would be a grand reunion with his parents brother and sister, but what Xundia explained during the years of his absence a group of vampire mercenaries had served under his father she told him that his father was betrayed by them, when they killed his father, mother, brother, sister and everyone and burned the town Armas continued by telling him that the fires within town had ceased and had been deserted for quite sometime. For the next several months Markas, Armas and Xundia moved to live in another town, yet long before they arrived there the town had been raided and while they were there Xundia had told, of him of the Drakuls that had betrayed his father stating that they managed to kill only five of them. Yet that there were three of them left after hearing, what Armas and Xundia had told him of the tragic death of his family Markas vowed, that he would find all those responsible.
He also ensured that they would pay dearly for their betrayal, but before he could depart on his quest Xundia bestowed unto Markas Xeo'Rac telling him that this sword was used by his father in many battles during his time in the war many years ago. Yet she had been told by his father that his sword should be presented to Markas, when he became of age she had told him that it was made, from the fang of a black dragon that his father had defeated in combat. Xundia went on to tell him that it had been forged into this sword, by a blacksmith in her fathers she even told him, that it was imbued with magic by a sorcerer from her father's village. Now with his new sword and vengence set in his heart Markas set out on his quest, for revenge with Armas and Xundia two years passed, they were still living in the town yet during that time. it was raided by orcs many were killed, one of them being Xundia she had sacrificed herself, for Armas and Markas despite the death of their close friend. Markas and Armas split ways traveling in opposite directions, yet he began to hunt those who were responsible for his families death, hunting and killing one after the other in simular fashion it wasn't until five years later.
He was now 23 and had grown up into a mature man his journey finally came to an end for it brought him face to face, with the last of the vampires who had betrayed his father, long before they split Armas had told him about this rogue mercenary. Just before the raid and their departure from the town Armas said, that the main one who was responsible was named Morgoth and from, the information given to him by Xundia long ago. Morgoth was a shade sorcerer who was possessed by the spirits that he summoned, he had told him that Morgoth was once a desert nomad named Keltaro, yet when Morgoth was at a young age he was orphaned. When his parents were killed by bandits Armas continued by telling him, that Morgoth had wandered off into the Cadarahian Desert, then within a few weeks he was discovered by the sorcerer Donovan. From that point on Morgoth had become his apprentice, however later in the following years Donovan was killed by raiders, Keltaro became enraged and consumed with anger he began summoning spirits to aid him.
However these spirits were damned and too powerful for him therefore these spirits, possessed him causing him to renounce his humanity upon his transformation, Keltaro was transformed into a Drakul from that point on. he began calling himself Morgoth he remembered one other thing, that Armas had told him that Morgoth was a shade combined with the powers of a sorcerer. His magic powers were considered outmatched by that, of a necromancer in addition to having magic, Morgoth also had superhuman strength and finesse in combat. His most potent power was his resistance to death Armas had told Markas that if a Shade, was not pierced through the heart they would merely, reappear elsewhere stronger than ever. Once Markas had found him the two ensued in combat the battle, between them was long and fierce as each outmatched the other, yet before Markas could kill Morgoth he escaped. Just before he could pierce his heart with his father sword, Markas was angry and became obssessed with ending, Morgoth's life Markas began traveling once again, with his fathers sword upon his back.
For the next two years Markas traveled far and wide searching through, various lands before finally encountering Morgoth, once again only this time when they ensued in combat. Markas managed to defeat him by plunging his father's sword, deep into Morgoth's black heart Markas now, with his vengence finally served not knowing the price that he would pay Markas willingly summoned the very spirits unto himself. Yet unlike Morgoth, he was able to control them due to his strong will and determination, he did not become an evil tyrant instead he became a powerful sorcerer. Who possessed the powers over the darkness he also acquired apart of Morgoth himself becoming a half breed of human and vampire Markas who was now 26 had choices to make, and vowed that he would use his very powers as a shadowmancer for good but if it came to it he would use them for far worse against anyone that attempted to control him.
---.: Abilities :.---
.: Serpents of Erebos :. - upon him invoking the spirits of the damned unto himself these shadow like serpents act as a guardian to Markas, warning him of any dangers although they have a mind of their own and often persuade, him to causing harm to innocence even so they are devoted to obeying him.
.: Blades of Darkness :. - through the use of shadows this ability allows Markas to call forth several forms of shadows each one hardening and mimicing, his own weapon Xeo'Rac the shadow like blades have two specific functions, each one aiding him combat the first function allows the blades to rotate around him. protecting him from incoming projectiles weather they are coming from the front, sides or behind him, while the second function allows each blade to form behind him in a single arc, then with a quick motion of his arm each one would quickly dart toward his enemy either slicing or piercing their flesh.
.: Spheres of Erebos :. - these deep glowing crimson spheres of dark power manifest from Markas's hands two is the maximum number that can be thrown, toward his enemies at a time yet upon throwing them they will relentlessly track an enemy, upon impact they will cause great pain and agony to his enemies should the enemy be weak and the pain becomes too great for them to bare. their body seemingly implodes from the inside out.
.: Scythes of Erebos :. - through the use of shadows this ability allows Markas to summon scythes of living shadows he would then proceed by hurling either single or multiple shadow scythes at an enemy.
.: Telekinesis :. - In time when he was turned into a vampire and became familiar with the abilities that he had. This ability allows Markas to move or stop objects, weather they were projectile spells, small solid objects or creatures who were as big as a humanoid.
.: Telepathy :. - In time when he was turned into a vampire and became familiar with the abilities that he had. This ability allows Markas to communicate telepathically with anyone however they must be within a radius of three hundred feet.
.: Empathy :. - In time when he was turned into a vampire and became familiar with the abilities that he had. This ability allows Markas to hear the thoughts of others however they must be within a radius of two hundred feet.
.: Charm :. - In time when he was turned into a vampire and became familiar with the abilities that he had. This ability allows Markas to temporarly control the mind of others into doing what he wants them to do, however if the person still has a strong mind he must concentrate alittle harder so that he can breakthrough their mental barrier.
.: Shadow Step :. - In time when he was turned into an vampire and became familiar with the abilities that he had. This ability allows a cloud of shadows to form around Markas before he disappears they would also form where he would appear.
.: Spells :.
Fire/Dark Fire Magic Mastery.
Lightning/Dark Lightning Magic Mastery.
Shadow Magic Mastery.
Necromancy Mastery.
.: Exploding Fireball :. - Through the many years of sorcery this spell allows Markas to summon large powerful fireballs into either of his hands upon launching it causes whatever that it collides with to explode upon impact. NOTE: it is possible for him to create a dark version of this spell.
.: Enchant Fire :. - Through the many years of sorcery this spell allows Markas to infuse his sword with elemental fire either to use the enchanted blade to assault his enemies or using a swipe of the blade sending a flaming arc toward them. NOTE: it is possible for him to create a dark version of this spell.
.: Enchant Lightning :. - Through the many years of sorcery this spell allows Markas to infuse his sword with elemental lightning either to use the enchanted blade to assault his enemies or using a swipe of the blade sending a lightning arc toward them. NOTE: it is possible for him to create a dark version of this spell.
.: Destruction Blast :. - Through the many years of sorcery this spell requires Markas to absorb some of his power to conjure dark energy into a single palm or each of his hands then pushing his hands forward unleashing a large arc of dark energy toward his enemies.
.: Bone Projectile :. - Through the many years of necromancy this spell allows Markas to call forth several long razor sharp spears made of human bone which he then sends toward a enemy. These razor sharp bones are known to strip pieces of flesh from his enemies.
.: Bone Prison :. - Through the many years of necromancy this spell allows Markas to call forth several large reinforced bones from the ground to surround and imprison his enemies within a cage of human bones.
So begins...
Markas Graves's Story
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Indeed since their arrival to this place the lone Archaic had seem some weird if not odd patrons some of which even puzzled him. After finding his way downstairs and into the bar Alesto moved with such finesse that his boots, lightly touched the surface of the wooden floor hardly ever making a sound. It was as if he was walking on air those dark hazel eyes briefly scanning the room as he moved across the floor, toward the table where his wife and mother of their three unholy trio and a forth on the way. Taking his seat beside her Alesto motioned the tender over and upon arrival ordered bloodwyne. (c)
with the tender gone the lone Archaic turned to face her a mild smile expressed upon his pale ashen lips. "Evening mon cheri. I take it this place is to your liking?" he asked with a lofted brow. (e)
Markas Graves /me heard the tone and seriousness within her voice indeed the unholy trio did leave them but that was many months ago and both of them had ventured here without them, When she leaned her head against his shoulder Alesto moved his hand into hers while his other moved up to slowly lift her gaze to meet his. "Worry not...Soon you will be rid of him." he began those dark hazel eyes peering deep within hers. "We just we have to find someone here who is capable of such a feat." he said it was true the lone archaic had tried to help her by help of a necromancer. For a time she was free but the spirit of Lestat came back and possessed him and caused her pain in the desert, something that he truely had not forgotten and yet she had forgiven him even going as far as to bare not is first child which was stillborn, however Alesto knew that the same fate would not happen to the second child. (c)
His pale ashen hand slowly moved to the left side of her face and softly caressed her cheek "Just hold on abit longer." he paused. Those dark hazel eyes peering deep within hers once again. "I am not leaving you." he paused and smiled lightly "This I will promise you." he said and it was true, the mere tone of his voice told her truthfully that he would never leave her side and would not dare of doing so now. (e)
nodded to hearing her response that she would hunt him down "it will not come to that." he said shaking his head lightly, then moving his other hand up to take the glass from the table and moved it up to his lips for a quick sip which was soon swallowed with a light gulp. Placing the glass back on the counter the lone Archaic turned his gaze to meet hers when she spoke that, one was hurt within these walls to which his eyes peered down to her small bulge of a stomach his hand moving to lightly glide over it. "I am certain that there is an even more powerful necromancer here." he began. "But where do we look? I mean if we were to ask publically I am certain that we would get all sorts of looks from the patrons within this place." he said with nod. While his eyes peered back up to look within hers while his hand moved lightly over the slight bulge of her stomach.
Alesto - sighed and shook his head "I have done as much as I can to perfect my skills as a Necromancer by reading various types of books. It is not easy mon cheri." he began, "Perhaps if I had the right teachings instead of learning on my own I could rid Lestat's spirit from your soul completely." he paused. "But I am afraid that we have waited far too long and it is only a matter of time before he comes for me and I am afraid that I will not be able to fight him off this time." he said then he turned his gaze toward the woman that approached and shook his head lightly "Yes we are husband and wife." he said "Have been for many years." he added with a light nod.
Alesto Draven Turned his gaze toward Nove as she heated not only her body but his own as well sure even being Archaic was he not able to warm his blood, for that was not what being an Archaic was however they are able to walk among the living in broad daylight. They were also quite capable to produce children with the opposite sex, but it took longer than eight months for the child to fully develope within the mothers womb. "Yes...and even so mon cheri we are husband and wife." he then turned his attention to the boy. "What gave us away?" he asked with a lofted brow those dark hazel eyes peering within the boys as if staring into his very soul.
Alesto Draven lightly laughed to hearing the boys response and immediately turned his attention to his companion, the Archaic could sense something troubling between the pair before Nove and himself however when Alesto turned to the boy once again he nodded. "So what are you and your companion doing here alone kid." he paused allowing his words to trail off before continuing. "Don't you have a family that is looking for you?" he asked with a lofted brow.
The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to The Infinite Void
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
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