A group of highly specialized foot soldiers who's sole purpose is to complete the objective. They are not restricted by rules or regulations, and are simply given the order to 'Fetch'. They will complete their mission objectives by any means necessary.
Description
Name: Rhemora Everto Cruor
Title/Alias: Sanguine End
Age: ???
Sex: Male
Allegiance: Himself
Tier: High
Random Statistics- Height: 6'5
- Weight: 265lbs
- Blood Type: Κέρβερος
- Physique: Solid, Athletic.
- Iris Color: Xanthous
- Natural Hair Color: Auburn.
- Skin Color: Tainted, dark.
- Dominate Hand: Trained Ambidextrous.
- Dominate Foot: Trained Ambidextrous.
- Birthday: N/a
- Zodiac: N/a
- Nationality: N/a
- Ethnicity/Breed: The Fallen
- Home World: N/a
- Occupation: Harbinger of Destruction
- Rank: Z
- Alignment: Evil.
Rhemora Everto Cruor... A man beyond mortality who defies the will of the gods. With only his hands, he has forged his own path through history, overcoming impossible obstacles and conquering the mightiest of foes. The sins of his past weigh heavily upon his tainted soul, and in effort to attain atonement, Rhemora banished himself to the abyss... Time would pass before darkness consumed his heart- Before insanity and doubt ailed his mind... Such affliction caused the contorted warrior to ascend from his imprisonment into the realm of man once more. Convinced he was tricked into exile by his creators, only death will sate his rage, and by whatever means possible, Rhemora plans to grant it en masse.
Personality
I man who is mentality unstable, but is fully aware of that instability, fully aware of craziness he flirts with. He is rude, but not obnoxious, for you must have social skills to obtain what you desire. He is suave, but he is deadly. He knows of his past sins, his trangression, his path. He sees no reason to doubt it, nor mourn over his constant murder, and defiance. He refuses to accept that which he has done wrong, because to him..He is never wrong. He is power, and will continue to be so. The only thing that keeps him from a true break down, is the thought of more power, and more skills. The thought of ruling everything that is.He is greed, He is a sado-masochist who will do anything for power.
Hire at your own risk, but if there is no benefit for him, he will not even entertain the idea. Money and power, the only things that will persuade him in the correct amounts.
Equipment
Equipment
Twin Daggers Of Insanity - If cut by these, you will start to immediately forget who you are, and why you exist. Any skills of magic will deteriorate slowly. Combat skills are enhanced as a result. So you lose magic, and gain strength. He sometimes uses these on himself.
Cloak of Obscenity - Originally an ancient cloak worn by Hades. His clothes are made from this ancient material, that keeps any projectile from penetrating. Thrown knives, arrows, bullets - all of these are nulled. But this material can be cut, by any weapon enchanted, conjured, laced, or modified or made by unearthly metals.
Utility Belt - Ment for all kinds of toys, like smoke bombs, enchanted rope, various poisons, and extra daggers. He carries the aformentioned items on him regularly.
Belzubub's Pendant - An octagonal stylized pendant, gold in nature with a ruby charm center. Keeps him from going insane via spells or enchanted weapons, no matter how strong.
Abilities/Powers
Herculean Stregnth - He posesses this naturally.
Shadow Sight - Can see in the dark naturally.
Shadow Step - Moves is a sweeping fluid motion with a trailing shadow to follow, that leaves after images. Quick, but ment for deception and evasion.
Shadow Blend - Can literally become one with the shadow, ment for stealth.
Shadow Heal - Covers cuts, wounds, bruises, sores, burns, etc...with a physical shadow that heals the wound in 30 mins. Depending on severity.
Menshire Toll - For the cost of a chunk of memory, gains double the stregnth he might have at the moment. Memory take 30 days to return.
Arcane Magic
Limit Dealer - Turns off his pain receptors, allowing for pain far beyond his limit.
Limit Refiner - Turns up his perceptive abilities, allowing himself to dodge at the very last moment.
Rune Spells
-Rune of Paralysis
-Rune of Force (powerful wind pushes away from his body in all directions)
-Rune of Defect (your weapons don't function correctly)
-Rune of Gravity
-Rune of Fire (varies)
-Rune of Healing (rarely uses)
-Rune of Acceleration
-Rune of Slow
History
Having been born from nothing, but blessed by Sanguine, he is the Harbringer of Destruction that was meant to be the son of the Anlantis Goddess. He defies the gods, for he was born to kill them. He tried, and failed to kill Zues once, and banished himself into the abyss of Tartarus. He trained there for sometime, then escaped the abyss to confront Hades. He succeded in overtaking Hades, but struck a deal to have his clothes made from Hades's cloak, in exchange for his life. Hades will later banish him to the abyss again, where then escape into the place of nothingness called limbo. He would meditate there for an extremely long time, eventually figuring a way to escape. He evetually killed off more gods, celtic, and egyptian mainly, but never the Major Important once, for it would throw the world into such chaos that he would not be able to eventually kill them all. Eventually, he settled on wondering the galaxies of the multiverse searching for more power to eventually totally annihilate Zues, then take on the other major gods, celtic, roman, egyptian, atlantian, etc. He knows how to keep balance just as much as he knows how to destroy it.
So begins...
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The fallen warrior traversed the world over, his mind trapped within a enraged stupor, contemplating upon the treachery inflicted on him and his retribution upon those responsible. Anger obscured his vision... Anger compelled his being down this path... And Anger, ultimately, lead Rhemora to this godforsaken establishment, known for it's infamous inhabitants. Stopping just short of the bar, several deep breaths escaped the man, as did whisks of shade which gracefully danced in the windless atmosphere, rising upward to press against something unseen behind the warrior. Wrapping around the invisible object, demonic features faintly became visible until the mist is disturbed by Rhemora's movement, he progressing toward the bar.
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Rhemora The intricate design seemingly engraved into his left shoulder began to exude crimson illumination which, one could deduce, signaled the appearance of two blood red orbs suspended behind the warrior, each swaying in unison slightly from left to right. Rhemora's progression ceased just before the door's entrance, the male standing in silence before it with fist clenched tightly at his side as if in preparation for something. The stillness of sound remained until dark articulation ripped forth from his vocal cords, "Knock... Knock..."
The air behind him began to flex, contorting almost unnoticed as if it were bending around a transparent figure. Straining optics would be able to make out vicious mandibles below the glowing spheres, a large frame, and something approaching hastily. With a loud crash, something collided with one of Gambit's walls, knocking a portion of it into a pile of debris upon the floor. A kick up of dust obscured from vision the image of the one responsible, though his silhouette was visible.
Rhemora The thick mist poured into the room, carrying with it dust particles and tiny remnants of debris. A deep exhalation created a strong gale which quickly did away with the annoying cloud, revealing the defiant visage of Rhemora whom stared into the room with great disgust. A black cowl consumed his head, allowing only bright xanthous oculars to reluctantly observe Gambit's patrons; the purposeless maggots whom bathed in this cesspool. His flesh was darkened, tainted, adorned with countless scars visible as sanguine slashes. A crimson silk robe, tattered to shreds, dangled from his waist, dangling down over the rest of his obelisk apparel. Bandages were tightly wound around his forearms, each covered in ancient hieroglyphics which, too, emitted a haunting glow.
Rhemora Against his better judgment, the man progressed further inward, his eyes traversing across the room and all those present within it with great disdain. As he approached a table, his right foot extended outward with great force to kick aside the piece of furniture, knocking it carelessly across the room and into whatever/whomever remained within it's path. His blatant lack of interest for anyone's well-being became clear at that moment. Abruptly shifting his stare in Rage's And Riuku's general direction at the mention of love, his fist tightened, "Love is but an illusion to justify one's desire... It is a fabrication which afflicts only fools and idiots... The likes of you who exist in it's accursed embrace only display your weakness..." The saffron orbs floating in the abyssal darkness beneath the cowl thinned to slits as if in pure hate, "You sicken me..."
Rhemora The blackened whisks, again, began to emanate from his darkened flesh, ascending upward towards the shadows within the bar's rafters which, only after this occurrence, began to creak as if under the strain of an incredible weight. Rhemora himself remained stationary, silent, mentally debating upon his next course of action. In actuality, he were deciding whether or not he would commence his "Ritual of Cleansing", for 'the forsaken, in order to attain atonement, must be bathed in their own blood'. "Who among you will be the first?!" Rhemora announced his inquiry as he anxiously gazed around the room, wishing for someone to step forward.
Rhemora shrugs, irritated and amused by the cowards who inhabit this place. Perhaps there would be more entertainment at the Dojo. And with that, the male turned on his heels and retreated out of the bar, the creaking in the rafters ceasing with his departure.
Rhemora Forced his way into the Master's Dojo as he had Gambits, via a large orifice which was comprised in the same manner as before; Created by an invisible force which followed the fallen warrior, assisting him by his will. Another cloud rose from the felled debris, passing inward into the room before settling in the darkness. Merely from observing the thick dust which caked the floors, the walls, and everything present within, it became apparent that building hadn't be inhabited for quite some time. It was this way with every place he ventured forth into within this city; All void of life except the bar so full of cowardice and incompetence. "The likes of this place aggravates me..."
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Specifications for the fight?
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Realistic, Semi-Realistic, Complete over the top Grand powers...?
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I don't want to use Maleficus x.x Tis Overkill my friend.
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Yep. Star Trekkie/Shinigami. Interesting Combo o-o
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Shapeshifter/Star Trekkie/Shinigami* My apologies ^__6;
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