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Oreilan Nyrique

"Surely, you can count on me."

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a character in “Until The End: The Battle of the Gods”, as played by Quelle

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Oreilan Nyrique Played By Heolstor

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T h e B a s i c s:

        a naмe: Oreilan Nyrique, call him Rei though and you're 'loved'
        age ιѕ вυт a nυмвer: Appears to be in his mid-twenties
        ι ιdenтιғy aѕ a: Male
        love can вe тrιcĸy: Bi-curious
        ι мay ѕeeм norмal вυт ι'м acтυally: a Joker
        Joker's are actually a race that is known for their manipulative and merciless characteristics, often betrays and does only what they like. They do not belong to any groups; they prefer to move alone. Known to be a bunch of fortune tellers, they words occasionally speak the truth of future and known to be able to read thoughts (which they actually can't). What they're able to do is merely causing illusions, manipulating ones sight but also the stiffness of a solid material. Because of them to be known as fortune tellers, the God of Time chose one of Joker race, and it certainly wasn't a coincidence that he chose Oreilan from all possible pick.

        I нavε bεεи cнσsεи by: God of Time

I n t o M y H e a d:

        wнo ι aм: Oreilan isn't exactly evil; but he ain't good either. 'Crazy' would rather suit him. He's self-centred and a whimsical liar. It is very difficult to tell if his words and actions are deceptive or not. Sometimes he can have shocking actions during battles but they in fact are careful and devilish calculations to fool his opponents. He is entirely self-interested and loves destroying what he has merticulously built up, and that can be everything, from card towers to small villages. At first, he'll help and back them up, then afterward he stabs them from behind. It is also strongly implied that he receives sexual satisfaction from doing so.

        What he lusts for the most is the thrill of killing powerful fighters in combat. Thus, he never seriously fights those who are still developing, and has allowed those he thinks have a potential to get away from situations wherein he could easily take their lives so that he will be able to enjoy killing them when they have reached their full potential. That is probably one reason of why the God of Time has chosen Oreilan. While other Joker's are pretty much merciless and doesn't care for their enemy as long as they can satisfy their greed, Oreilan needed a strong fighter to get him excited. That can make the God of Time assured of Oreilan's loyality, as the God of Time is able to offer some very strong fighters.

        He does not care for what has happened in the past as he is only interested in what could be amusing to him in the future or present. While Oreilan's nature tends to be malevolent, he isn't an indiscriminate killer. While he has no problems killing anyone regardless of age or sex, he only kills people who are in his way or people he deems "worthy". As such his character is more simply amoral than flat out evil. He will even assist others if there is "fun" in doing so or if it will make them stronger for a more entertaining fight in the future. Above all else Oreilan cares only about having fun and a good challenge which may or may not (but mostly may) involve killing people.

        Overall though, Oreilan prefers to live and work alone, except when his interests are put on the line, in which case he often cooperates with other people. Although he won't ever present all of his cards to anyone, he'll show his loyality and even bow in front of someone, he didn't really care. Pride is something he doesn't put highly, as he goes with the saying 'The laughs best the laughst last'. With that in mind, he is able to do everything. There are times where he seems to be friends with someone, but their relationship is based on convenience and benefit, nothing sincere and pure.

        тнe тнιngѕ ι нave ѕeen: It is a secret, my friend, it'll always be.
        мy deѕιreѕ:
        ☆ Card games, gambling
        ☆ Stalking, observing, teasing, gathering information
        ☆ Satisfaction; of blood, lust and greed which can never be accomplished

        мy dιѕтaѕтeѕ:
        ✘ Being awakened, to wake up early in the morning
        ✘ Sweet things like cake etc.
        ✘ Broken promises, betrayal

A B i t D e e p e r:

        wнaт мaĸeѕ мe мe: Oreilan has the appearance of a court jester. He wears face paint, with a star shape on his right cheek and a teardrop shape on his left cheek. His short hair is combed back and held up by gel or wax. He changes his outfit only occasionally, although it typically consists of a sleeveless or short-sleeved jacket, long pants, leg wraps and a belly band, and is decorated with suit symbols. Additionally, he often wears a pair of heart-shaped drop earrings. His red hair and yellow eyes are characteristic for the Joker race.

        The only weapon he uses are probably his cards he always carry around. He is an unrivaled master in the usage of cards as edge weapons. Using the ability to manipulate the stiffness of solid material, he enchanced poker cards as his primary weapon, throws them with ease and deadly accuracy or sometimes also slices with them, using the hardened cards like sharp knives. For hand-to-hand combat, he isn't exactly talented, but not untalented either. Despite lacking any literacy in martial artistry, his perceptiveness makes it way easier for him to fight unarmed.

        One of the pillars of his distinctive fighting style is his speed, matched with chirurgical, deadly accuracy. He was able to dodge single-handedly continuous attacks of a pro fighter, even can still counter attack because of his agility. Not to mention that Oreilan is almost impervious to pain, which seems to bring him pleasure when very intense. He can take having his arms cut off, one after the other, as if it were nothing. Though blows still damage him, they can't slow him down or incapacitate him. Thus his coordination may be considered the core of both of his offensive and defensive power. Thanks to it, he can adapt to any fighting style he faces and avoid most of the threats he may encounter. That, being backed up by his ability telling what an opponent is thinking and how he will react at his moves. He sometimes can even plan whole battles beforehand and prepare his victory right after the get-go.

        Plus there is his wicked mind. It wouldn't be considered an ability if it weren't for the relevance it has in Oreilan's combat: his deviousness and volatility has prevented many opponents from anticipating his next move, and this has led him to win many battles. His mind, if he were not completely insane, might be considered genius. He can often read the opponent's thoughts and emotions, and formulate effective plans accordingly. He can come up with crafty and unthinkable solutions because instead of fearing pain, he sometimes seeks it, as a memento of his opponent. However, exactly that may or may not be his weakness. Oreilan is definitely not immortal and he often suffered from much blood loss before. Yet it won't prevent him to fight recklessly, only for the sake of making things interesting.

        no one can ĸnow: There was once, he trusted. He regarded the person highly, respected them even. Everything he does was centered around that person, yes, it was as if his life was meant for that person only. He was naive, still inexperienced and doesn't have anyone he can rely to. As every other Joker, his parents left him as he reached the age of four. He was forced to grow up. Thus that person came to the picture, helped Oreilan out of the loneliness andshiftlessness. Everything they did was to teach Oreilan, teach him to reach a higher level in life. Perhaps that person was the reason Oreilan only fought powerful fighters; but it didn't really was clear. What was clear is that Oreilan killed the person. Killed them with his own hands, coldheartedly; assumed that it was betrayal. And he believed up to this day that it indeed was betrayal.
        мιѕcellaneoυѕ: TBA

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The clock strikes twelve.

A new cycle has begun. Asleep or awake, this is the one time the vessel will be forcibly pulled into the dream realm, effectively passing out, to find themselves in the same situation. They find themselves at the end of a long hallway, alone. Everything is white. Floors, walls, ceiling; it is hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. In the distance, a shining doorway shines a soft glow onto them.

Do you walk towards the light, hero?

It takes a moment for the glare to die down enough to finally allow some sort of visibility. The doorway, turns out, opens into an enormous, perfectly round room. Silence is given a whole new meaning at entering room. Ears almost ring from the absence of sound. The ceiling must be high, for any echoes just seemed to be eaten alive by this immense space. At one end of the room lies eight doorways, side by side, all of which will have equally confused participants slowly emerging from them. At the other end, two figures can be seen in the distance.

The first, a young girl sitting on a ledge of the same white, unblemished finish as the rest of this space. It is high enough to keep her feet from touching the ground. Her hands grip the edge with a slight sense of unease, though her soft features offer nothing but a tired, yet kind smile. Her clear eyes carried a quality of reassurance, as if there was an irresistible prejudice in your favor. That you could do no wrong.

The second, a man, stands with undeniable poise and grace. He is stern, and his dark locks create a stark contrast to this overly white space. The way his eyes pierce through one makes it seem as if he has already deduced everything there is to know about you. He has the air of confidence of one was has already unraveled all of life’s mysteries. The majesty of a king, and the strength of a true leader.
Both emanate a unique glow. A sight beyond the pens of lyric poets. An ocean in its terrifying power and rhythmic grace. As if they command the knowledge of a thousand scholars, the empathy of a thousand lovers, the mystery of a thousand strangers. The closest to gods one could ever witness with the bare eye.

Upon closer inspection, it can be observed that a partition, clear as glass, is actually splitting the two parties from each other. Four doors on one side, four on the other. Sound does not travel between them.

The girl is the first to move. Jumping down from her seat with a flurry of golden locks. “Welcome.” She looks apologetically to her new comrades. The man crosses his arms, clearly taking a different approach. He is anything but sorry to see you there. Instead, he says,
“Congratulations.”