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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 “Proxi”, 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 ‘En Vec
At this point in time he was known as Tony ‘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 wasn’t until the age of 17 that he had came to know they weren’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 Severous… 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 family’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 ‘event’ with her, he vanished. He ‘finished’ 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 was… with his loved one. To her he hadn’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 ‘finish’ 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 wasn’t long before he began to realize he didn’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 Max’s next session he was taken across the planes, not between them. He was taken to a world he’d never imagined. A world of a highly advanced civilization. Their morals were as skewed as their DNA. He soon found his magic didn’t work here… He was stuck. He took on the name of Zeth Marquadian, and studied to be a professor in ‘applied sciences’.

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 ‘finish’ as well, at the ripe ol’ age of 43. He hadn’t seemed to age, and the change in DNA didn’t seem to help. He figured something was happening at a molecular level to prevent him from aging past 25. As he remembered Malicki hadn’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 hadn’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 historian… 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 centuries… 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 ‘other side’. 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 I’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.))

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Vexar Marques inspects the cosmic essence that leads from one of the many entrances into Proxi.

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Vexar Marques applauds with the crowed as the band finishes another melody.

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Vexar Marques begins to wander away from the growing crowd as they intently listen for the band's next song.

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Vexar Marques gazes up to the late afternoon sky. The lights above the streets finally beginning to show a brighter glow.

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Vexar Marques passes a group of people enjoying the show of a small time magician between the town hall and the tavern. He decides to stop and see what all the fuss is about.

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Vexar Marques nodded to the new comer just before his attention was finally caught by the magic act before the crowd. The young gentleman appeared to reach into an oversized card, and pull out a small deck of cards. He continued doing tricks, a small cup at his feet showed that he was doing well today. Coins from various worlds were tossed into it and around it.

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Vexar Marques smiled at Jazara. "Well, this is the 'Grand Welcoming'." His voice was light, yet powered easily over the noise of the spectators. His attention was diverted when a bug eyed figure butted in. "As I answered her, kind sir." Vexar's voice was less airy towards the man.

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Vexar Marques took this small moment in time to take in account all the people that had arrived. A large beam shot down far outside of the town. He grimaced "Eh, still have to get those damned things fixed." Vexar cursed the moonbeams, and their seemingly random interjections in Proxi's every day life.

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Vexar Marques smiled to what he thought was a priestess of some sort. "Why, today, I'm afraid we only get noise until our heads ache." Vexar turned his eyes to the sky once more as he saw the clouds billowing where the moon beam shot down. "And, these damned storms too..." His voice trailing off on the less relevant topic. "After all, what is a celebration without music and cheer?"

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Vexar Marques saw, what appeared to be, a young man. He carried a crate under his arm. Vexar reached a hand into the air and pointed to the large building to the right of the man. The tavern. He then spoke to Jazara, "Exactly." His silvery shades reflected her face as he turned his direct attention to her. "The name is Vexar Marques... I took hand in creating this place." He gave a modest bow to her.

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Vexar Marques smirked and stood up straight. His eight feet of height allowing for a rather awkward moment as he stood. "Oh, I do that too. Perhaps the only thing that keeps me sane now days." He paused when he saw the bug-eyed man bump into the delivery carrier. "Pleasure to meet you Jazara." He would have bowed again if it weren't for the bumbling of people into another. He observed Alaric with caution; as if something simply didn't match up just yet.

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Vexar Marques tilted his head at Alaric, as if he'd heard the statements about himself. Although, at that distance and in this noise it clearly wasn't easily possible. His attention was directed back down to Jazara. "Perhaps the tavern is a bit more quiet; there is music there, but it is more soothing than celebratory." He gave a light smile to what he still assumed was a priestess.

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Vexar Marques nodded in response, yet blank as before as he just barely heard the demon part as he realized Rozwell had cocked a bit of an attitude before walking back into the bar. "Just follow me Miss." His long steps quickly carried him to the bar.

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Vexar Marques entered just as a dagger went flying toward the crate in Rozwell's arm. He saw a liquid pour from the crate. It turned into vapor before it hit the ground. Beautiful hues of the rainbow rose from the clear substance as it changed... He had no response for the demon that rushed past him... Something far more grave was at his attention now... The bug eyed abomination in a booth along the wall.

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Vexar Marques could not refrain himself at the moment. He sauntered over to the small figure of Lionel. He seemed to split into multiple versions of himself. One wrapped it's head around the bug-eyed man's throat. Another leaned down screaming in the man's face. Yet, another readied a punch at the man. The final version is what Vexar chose. He stood tall, and spoke lightly. "You clearly do not understand how this place works. Being in this very building prevents you from committing to any true form of violence." He smirked, "Now go back to your corner young one, before you are barred from existence in Proxi..." His saliva spewed out as he spoke the word Proxi; directly in the face of the puny excuse of flesh.

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Vexar Marques shook off the unpleasant feeling that Lionel left him with. He noticed the music had come to a pause, so he lightly chimed in. "A round for everyone, on myself!" He then strode off towards Rozwell for a moment, letting the music and laughter pick back up.

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Vexar Marques had stopped and let Rozwell slip by, as the others began to settle in. He followed behind her; easily towering over the different figures in the bar. People from all walks of life in the cosmos. "And, just what are you huffing and puffing about?"

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Vexar Marques chuckled. "Ah, I see." He understood her nature when he spoke to other women of any sort. He sat next to her. He could not help feeling that something still bode as ill coming from the booth where Jazara and Lionel sat. Vexar still wondered when the rest of the supplies would be delivered.

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Vexar Marques had become lost in thought of the melody that a bard had been playing in the center of the bar. A small emerald orb had crawled onto his shoulder by now; clicking and whirring something to Rozwell. It was something that clearly wasn't understood by Rozwell.

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Vexar Marques finally broke free of his lost gaze. "She said you should fend for yourself more often." He smiled, then noticed Lionel approach him. He gave no direct sense of welcome to the man.