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Gaunt

A new-age necromancer.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Gasmask

Description

Name: Robert Cardevu
Age: Unknown
Height: 6'1
Weight: 211ibs
Species: Terran
Places of Birth: Unknown
Current Residence: Wing City
Occupation(s): Necromancer and Father.

Where the spry and youthful necromancer of yesteryear might have resided in Wing City, it has been replaced by a spry middle aged looking man who has spent a majority of his life doing nothing. It might have suited him before, but now Gaunt is looking for something more exciting to do with his the rest of his infinite life, and he promised his wife he wouldn't taunt her too much from beyond the grave if he died looking for that rush.

Gaunt carries:

  • A talking skull, foul-mouthed and an unliving repository of necromantic magic.
  • A collection of magically charged rings containing weaponised bolts of diease .

Spells
  • The Black Binding is the titular title of a spell that throws ethereal chains at a target, upon contact they bite into the ground and pull downwards.
  • The Dark Hound is a spirit bonded with the necromancer who can be summoned with access to dirt. The Dark Hound is a vicious cadaverous dog.
  • A variety of death, cold, and unholy selection of magic.

So begins...

Gaunt's Story

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Gaunt Did that.

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Gaunt Held out a lone finger, the clawed gauntlet giving it an almost unnatural look. He pointed it at area around him, the loud whispers of the dead sounded, Gaunt was undisturbed by the sounds, despite the nature of the whispers was to scare the living.

The shadows dissipated, revealing the devilishly handsome man, despite being fifty-four he looked rather young, due to his oaths with the dark, his family was butchered and he simply didn't care, he hadn't liked them and their...normality anyway.

A pale white light emanating from the gauntlet as he brought the wine bottle to his lips and took a couple of gulps.

He paused to laugh at the debate about killing the mortals..The laugh raised to mocking snigger. Than quickly died down, who gave a shit about their plight, it wouldn't succeeded, death could not be controlled, unless it was him.

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Gaunt Reached towards Leilani, the shadows forming into a hand which attempted to place itself on her shoulder, pull her to the table and directly force her to sit with him. He kicked up his feet onto the table at the presence of the mist, he thrived in both elements.

He pulled out a skull from his waist, pulling a silver chain out of it's forehead before laying it on the table and slamming his palm onto the top. "What do you think, desmond of that dragonborn over there?" He turned the skull to face Maelik.

It seemed to be inanimate before retorting with; "I think he'

He leaned forward to inspect Leilani.

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"I think he's a fucking idiot. And stop bloody summoning me, I want to stay dead, I'm done." The skull stopped talking.
"I see desmond, you always swear you know that."
The skull stayed silent before replying with; "Shut your fucking dirty slut mouth."
Gaunt blinked. "What's got your jaw in a knot?"
The skull turned itself to face him. "I fucking hate demons."
"I see." Replied gaunt.
The skull turned itself to face Maelik. "And that one just looks like the guy fell in a tub of waste with a fish, fucking disgusting."

Gaunt laughed, he had to agree with his despicably rude and dead friend. He turned to face Leliani. "I am assuming you are the one behind the mist?, and I have not seen such beauty in a long time..well, human beauty.."

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Gaunt Simply gave the skull free-reign from there. It had a vendetta to pay with the dragonborn, and the reply would be amusing, the necromancer would bet his life on it. As always he was not proved wrong, he laughed as it did not what he expected it would.

"Oh, you are not human?, I see." He replied, his voice all but serious now, "I shall have to be a gentlemen, Duly noted.." He said with a smile, almost a devilish smile..

"So then what are you then?, a siren of some-sorts?" He laughed.


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Gaunt Purposely forgot to inform everyone the storm of trouble the skull could cause. It had free-reign to insult whoever it wanted too, if only it had a body. Alas, it was as vulgar as it was amusing. He had to laugh..a little at it's remark about Otiel...it was fairly amusing..He coughed loudly to cover it up.

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Gaunt Whipped out a spell, a dark shadow enveloping the skull and transporting it to gaunt's shoulder, where it stayed rather adamantly. "I smell of nothing but roses, milady.." He said with a sarcastic grin, turning his head to Maelik, quickly making a remark. "He's already covered in it, don'

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"Don't break him..he's unique." He said rather flatly. Laying his gauntletted hand on the table, he rapped his fingers across it. "The skull is right too, she does look like one." He grinned and went back to talking with the black haired beauty.

"Am I suspecting an uplift in your emotions, as with your magical ability?" He grins.

"Witch, eh?"

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Gaunt Grinned, nodding at the skull, the skull had the odd-habit of picking on the ones who were doing stupid things at the time, and it was indeed taunting somebody who was actually getting angry at it, and getting angry at the skull only meant it was doing it's job properly.

"Oh, your easy to charm, unless you slap me..that would be depressing." He said with a grin, moving his gauntletted hand to rest on her own hand clenching his arm. "A witch already falling for a necromancer..how amusing." He said with wide cheeky grin, turning to face the skull and see what it would do next.

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Gaunt Was not disappointed. He got up from his location, breaking eye-contact and he grinned rather brightly, stepping forward, a shining beam of moonlight shone though one of the windows, he moved his arm into the moonlight, the sudden shift in shift as the necromancer took a step into the moonlight, his body going under rapid changes.

"But we're already dead...lass." He said with a grin his own skeletal face was clean, he took a step back into the shadows and took the seat where he was. Flexing his fingers. He lowered to his voice to a whisper to Leilani. "I'm not actually dead, it's just for show." He grinned, flexing his fingers and then relaxed in his chair.

The charm spell was not entirely lost, it had a minor effect, a very minor one of making Gaunt rather drowsy. He stiffed a yawn. "You were saying my dear?" He said, but what if he was acting this entire effect, indeed he was. He was curious as too see where this went.

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Gaunt Started to laugh, that comment had been the icing on the cake. He got up, taking the skull and holding him out, he took a step onto the table, standing there in his coat, he made bowing moves. There was no misery, no poisoned spoils of earth, it would always be a heaven for Gaunt and his skeletal companion.

"The only misery is that of the disappoint of your son, when he finds out his mother was a sperm-bank and his father had sex with furniture, he might even disinherit the both of you in bitter disappointment."

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Gaunt Had a wide grin as he sat down, laying the skull down at the table. "Ahh, ringmaster, if only you had your body, you are indeed my greatest resurrection, even the king shrinks in compare to what you can achieve." He stepped down from the table. Taking a seat and leaning on the table, he was simply curious.

He pulled the collar of his coat up so that it hid his mouth. "If only my master Khaal were here to see this, even he would have laughed." He bowed his head low in respect for his former-master.

"I still don't even know your name, woman." He was staring into her eyes, they were getting more appealing..

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Gaunt Raised an eyebrow, before letting it down again. Just what was she doing?, his eyelids flickered tiredly, the charm being increased only meant he was falling deeper into a trap he was trying to avoid, the skull itself no longer moved or talked, simply quiet as a chain came to life on Gaunt's belt and wrapped around it.

"I am gaunt, ex-apprentice of Khaal estraat and master necromancer."

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Gaunt nodded slowly. He wished he wasn't so tired, why hadn't she told him his title, oh but he knew. This was the modern culture was it not, but Khaal had drilled manners and gentlemenliness into his head from day one as a necromancer. He leaned back. "What are you..doing." He asked sheepishly, too tired to refuse anything at this point.

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"I am...from the south...the plaguelands..Khaal...neer told me.." He mumbled, eyes closed now, he honestly would've fought more if he could, the charm was having a heavy drowsing effect. "Khaal once said, no kingdom could stand before me, no city could..if I was to find the gauntlet." The gauntlet itself, was currently strapped to his arm, a relic of ages past. But Gaunt had not unlocked it's potential...Now he fell asleep, the charm had worked..barely. Now where we woke up, was anyones guess.

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Gaunt Turned his head to face to catch whisper's gaze, he raised an eyebrow, she looked peculiar herself. He rapped his gauntletted hand rap across the counter idly, the metal clicking against the surface. He ran his other hand though his hair, pushing it back into place from where the rain had soaked it.

A waiter placed a cup of tea infront of him, he nodded in response. Keeping his gaze upon Whisper, he took a long sip before raising a hand to summon her over.

"Name?" He called out.

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Gaunt Tilted his head, black hair falling to the right. "Gaunt." He replied casually, as if Gaunt was a casual name, like James, bob or Jack. Gaunt was his name, and whisper was heres..names were names, it mattered not to the grim reaper. He continued to tap his fingers across the counter, each tap leaving the wooden surface dented.

"You look like some type of magician, care to enlighten me?" He questioned, holding out his gauntletted hand to shake hers now.

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Gaunt Quirked an eyebrow, usually when he said necromancer people started turning into white-knights. "Someone who summons the dead, I speak to them, I control them, they are my friends, and I them." He said bluntly, for it was true he didn't just resurrect some-one who didn't somehow earn it.

There was a disembodied skull hanging from his waist by a chain, the skull of the 'Ringmaster' a demonic entity if there ever was, it had the habit of insulting people when the spirit decided it was time. But it was currently dormant but continually leaking an aura of liveliness.

"Titles eh?, hmm.." He nodded in agreement. His food was taking awhile. "Whisper, it is indeed a pleasure to meet you, I would kiss your hand if I could, but lets not hope meeting me will not be something you will regret." He said with the same devilish grin coming to his face.

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Gaunt Smirked. "I don't mind being called a "Grave-robber" or any other derogatory names, and if I was wanting these responses, I would have to be extremely lonely." He replied with a tilt and a smile. His eyes trailed down to the chain wrapped around her leg. "That looks very interesting." He lifted up his gauntlet, clenching and unclenching as he laid it back down.

"I have known a paladin and his company tried to kill my master for vainglorious reasons, the main being that he was summoning the dead, it was quite amusing."

He drained his cup of tea and laid it on the counter. Turning to face her now, looking Whisper up and down he couldn't help but looked impressed. He was paying attention to her as a whole now.

"I find myself confused, your hair is white, usually the demeanor of an old being, yet your body is young, I myself am older than I appear to be, fifty seven to be exact."

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Gaunt Folded his arms casually, he was always calm no matter what the occasion. He may lose his demeanor to laugh, but he never allowed himself to become depressing or sad, not that he to be depressed about anything. He stopped tapping his fingers across the counter to kick up both of his legs and relax immensely.

"Always lacked in color?, I'm afraid that my hair was always black, dye dosen't even work..I'll have to tell you about how I attempted to color it red some time..." He said with a grin. An off cuff remark about his hair was always amusing to himself.

"I'll just have to find out though other sources, eh?" He joked, shaking his head. "I'd best watch myself around you, you know what a gentlemen acts like..., I wouldn't want my 'reputation' as one ruined." He said with a genuine smile.

For a usually depressing kind of magician, he certainly wasn't depressing.

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Gaunt Laughed heartily. "That's the point, Bleach does not work on my hair, no matter how much I rub into it, it simply remains black." He rolled his eyes, indeed they were black too. "I would've magically colored it, but I have heard some rumors of said hair becoming some type of soul-eating monster after a mage tried it." He grinned, indeed that rumor was true but told in hush-hush tones. Nobody wanted to ruin the reputation of magical coloring.

"Though I doubt my hair could turn into a monster, it's just hair." He said flatly. "Whisper, you seem less shocked to see one of my kind, the usual reactions are "A necromancer!, burn him at the stake!" Or something along the lines of said reaction, have you met one of my kind before?" He questioned lightly.

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Gaunt Licked his lips, trying to get the vestiges of sugar left by the sweet tea. "A long supply of enemies means your never bored, does it not?" He said with a witty grin.

He nodded slowly at her opinion of a necromancer. "You are unfamiliar with our religion then, death is not just some 'Blank white waste'" He rolled his eyes and laid his gauntlet on the table, holding it upwards to show off the front which was covered in outlined symbols, each one telling a story in native northern, a rare language and ancient language.

"This gauntlet is more than a simple weapon or piece of armour, this is my soul, my entire life's reward." He flexed the fingers, running his hand up to the underside, he winced and pulled on two long strings. With a grunt, two needles came out of the flesh, a silvery black substance leaking out of the ends, a very crude yet efficient way of summoning the magic though his veins. He laid the two needle-like objects on the table on a black cloth.

He then slipped it off and laid it on the table. "Our religion dictates and explains that death is a journey, a new adventure..a world like our own, we necromancers only summon them from their great journey for a debt they owe all of us, the debt of leaving behind the world that they still have unfinished business in."

He pointed at a large symbol in the center, the universal symbol for death, a large skull. "They are simply in a different world, death is just a way of deportation of the soul." He explained to the best of his abilities, calmly and non-forceful. "But this is just my belief."

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Gaunt Nodded slowly. "I understand that opinion, that is a very good opinion unlike the foolish opinions of the ignorant who say life ends with death, life begins and ends with birth." He said flatly. He detached the chain from the top of the skull, placing it lightly on the table, giving it a tap and then leaning forward a couple of inches, although not invading her space.

"People may die every day, and life goes on like any other." He said with a nod.

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Gaunt raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "You..you have died and come back a whole?!" He exclaimed, his deamnor shifting towards an excited scholar with news of of a never-before-seen book. He leaned forward to look her up and down and then leaned back, old calm demeanor returning.

"Did you hear that ringmaster." He said down to the skull, talking to a skull, it was a sign of madness, or was it?. The skull looked blank, not bothering to answer.

He looked down at the chain on her leg and simply dismissed it. "What was the plane like?, was it as wastelandish as the elders predicted?"

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Gaunt Smirked, he now understood it had been a disappointment, but he didn't show it. "I understand, I can do no such thing, I can only imagine how it would be." He shrugged and went back to running his hand across his arm. "But if we knew, it would mean no more fear of the afterlife, not to mention people would stop complaining." He said with a devilish grin. "But it would spell doom for some of the other religions, quite a uprising would happen..not that anyone would care except the fanatics and heretics." He said with a cheeky gleam in his eye.

"Well whisper, I am glad to have met you." He announced, taking the skull and glancing at it, placing it back on the chain and then looking her in the eye. "But I think it's time I got breakfast." He hailed at Nathan.

"Do you want something, whisper?"