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The Wyvern

"I still feel shackled for some reason....something nags at me like a headache you cannot find a cure for....Did I really leave?"

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Scorpion01

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Registered citizen of the Terran National Government

Description



Name/alias:
-The Wyvern
-Mark Wolfe
-Scorpion

Age:
-25 years.

Physical Appearance:
-Height:
--6'2
-Build:
--Muscular
-Hair color:
--Brown
-Eye color:
--Brown
-Skin color:
--Lightly tanned
-Clothing:
--Assassin's Cloak
--Dark Green Shirt
--Brown Cargo Pants
-Armor:
--The Wyvern's Scales
---Greives
---Bracers
---Pauldrons
---Breastplate
----The armor is made from an alloy consisting of Adamantium and Vibranium. This combination makes the armor almost indestructible, makes it completely immune to vibrations, and is extremely light, allowing the user to move with ease.
-Weapons:
--The Wyvern's Fang
---A sword of about three feet in length, made from an alloy consisting of Adamantium and Vibranium. This combination makes the sword almost indestructible, completely immune to vibrations, and extremely light, allowing the wielder to use it for a very long amount of time without tiring.
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--The Wyvern's Claw
---A gauntlet on the entirety his left arm made from an allow consisting of Adamantium and Vibranium. The combination makes the gauntlet almost indestructible, completely immune to vibrations, and extremely light, allowing the wielder to do as he wishes with it on his arm.
--The Wyvern's Sting
---A blade that his hidden within his gauntlet. There is a mechanism that makes it extend and retract at the flick of the wrist. It is made out of an alloy consisting of Adamantium and Vibranium, making it nearly indestructible, completely immune to vibrations, and extremely light, allowing the user to deploy it as quickly as he needs.
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-Accessories:
--None
Health:
-Physical:
--Healthy
-Mental:
--Stable
-Spiritual:
--N/A

Abilities:
-Physical:
--Mimicry
---This helps him investigate and/or hide his identity from the way he can move around, to the very minute details of a person's voice. His ability to mimic things has gotten him out of trouble many times. It also leads into his next ability....
--Summon/Call birds.
---Some may not really call this an ability, but his ability to listen and mimic a viriety of sounds has led to him having the ability to seemingly summon flocks of birds to aid him in a variety of ways.
-Powers:
--Summon Ulnaus
---Ulnaus is an eagle that is about twice the size of a Bald Eagle, and is powerful enough to smash through the bullet-proof windshield of an RV used by the CIA. In short, nothing is break-proof around Ulnaus.
----Mark's ability to summon Ulnaus was "Given" to him by a Piece of Eden. This means that the power had always been inside Mark's body, he just had no way to tap into it until the Piece of Eden forced it to the surface.

(Note: Attributes are rounded to nearest whole number. Ex: 8.5=9/8.4=8)
Attributes:
--Attack
---10/10
--Defense
---10/10
--Strength
---8/10
--Speed
---9/10
--Agility
---9/10
--Stamina
---10/10
--Awareness
---10/10
--Intelligence
---8/10
--Skill
---9/10

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So begins...

The Wyvern's Story

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[color=navy]Gambit’s Bar. The place where anyone and anything can be, and where fights that would normally be able to flatten a small city took place at least once a week. One could ask as to how it still stands, given the punishment that it receives so often. One could also wonder as to why the hell someone without any super natural powers or abilities would even consider going to such a place. Yet, people who fit that description did that daily as well. This man was no different in the fact that he was actually just a normal human being without any powers or supernatural abilities to speak of.

He stood at 6’2 in height, a muscular build, brown eyes, brown hair, and lightly tanned skin. However, aside from his height and possibly his build, his other features were not easy to see. He wore a dark green, almost black, cloak that had a hood on it, the hood was up. Under that he had a dark green shirt, and covering his legs were dark brown cargo pants. Also adorning this human male’s body was armor, which consisted of grieves, a vambrace on his right arm, pauldrons, and a breastplate. Sheathed on his back was a black katana-like sword that was about three feet in length. His entire left arm was covered from fingertip to pauldron in a clawed gauntlet.

The armor, sword, and gauntlet were made from the same material: An alloy consisting of Adamantium and Vibranium. This combination made the armor, sword, and gauntlet almost indestructible, completely immune to vibrations, and extremely light. Where and how he got his material is unknown, but one logical explanation is that he got it from off-planet, another explanation is that somewhere on Terra there is a place where one can find such rare metal.

This rather intimidating human male entered the bar, and looked around for a few seconds before moving to the counter and sitting down on a stool without a noise. He brought up the holo-menu and scrolled through it for a few seconds before selecting a coke for himself to dr

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... himself to drink, closing the holo-menu after he did this. His face was shrouded in shadow due to his dark green hood being up, so one could only imagine what lurked in the shadows.

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The man at the bar counter nodded to the tender who brought him his coke, and took a drink of it, setting it down on the counter before moving his head to hear the inquiry of Drakus. He looked at the man for a few seconds before turning around to look at the rest of the bar. Drunken female, hell hound, a crying adolescent girl, and some sort of witch. He raised an eyebrow hidden in shadow, and smirked.

He looked back to Drakus, and stood, walking over to the man. "I know of a place where you can find winged beasts large enough to use as flying mounts." he said with a calm tone. His voice was that of a man who had spent a lot of time in combat, and a lot of time running, as it was rich with experience. "All one need do is to take one of the newborns and raise it to be docile. I hear they grow quickly when raised properly." he explained.

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The Wyvern shrugged. "Then perhaps you take one of the adults, and train it to suit your needs. Last I heard, there were dragons in the mountains." he said calmly. "I can't help you, weapon-wise. But I tell you that I've seen a few dragons running around the mountains. If you capture a few, then you can breed them in captivity, and raise yourself a little army or something." he suggested.

He crossed his arms over his chest "However the adults are quite protective of young. So I agree with the hell-hound. Use a few potions. I wouldn't know where to get such potions, but you could try." he said with a small nod of his hidden head.

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The Wyvern blinked. "I do remember hearing something about a docile dragon for sale the other day. Something about a warehouse near the outskirts of the city." he said, a bit lost in thought. He walked over to the counter and picked up his coke, finished it off, and set it down again. "If you don't mind, I can possibly lead you to that dragon that the...dragon told you about." he said.

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Wyvern watched as the man left the bar hastily. "Huh. Well that happened." he said. He looked at the clock on the wall, frowning a hidden frown. The news would probably be reporting about his latest appearance and what he now looked like. He knew he should have cleared his name when he was still known as Scorpion.

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Wyvern sat down at the counter, ordering himself another coke before letting out a tired breath. The majority of his face was still covered in a shadow, but one could see the lower part of his face. Namely his mouth and anything below it. He sat patiently, waiting for his soda to arrive.

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The hooded man let out a groan of complaint as it started raining. "Now I gotta walk home in the rain..." he said, muttering obscenities to himself. He nodded to the bartender and took a drink of his freshly served coke, enjoying the thirst quenching fizzy drink.

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Wyvern finishes his soda and pays for his drink before mustering the courage to go outside and walk home in the rain.

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The news on the TV in the bar went on to give a description of a man who had recently changed his appearance and is now worth even more if brought to authorities alive. The man's description was as follows:

He stood at 6’2 in height, a muscular build, brown eyes, brown hair, and lightly tanned skin. However, aside from his height and possibly his build, his other features were not easy to see. He wore a dark green, almost black, cloak that had a hood on it, the hood was up. Under that he had a dark green shirt, and covering his legs were dark brown cargo pants. Also adorning this human male’s body was armor, which consisted of grieves, a vambrace on his right arm, pauldrons, and a breastplate. Sheathed on his back was a black katana-like sword that was about three feet in length. His entire left arm was covered from fingertip to pauldron in a clawed gauntlet.

After describing the man, the news anchor went on to tell everyone who had an idea to go hunting for this man should be extremely cautious. After that, the news report ended.

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The door to the infamous bar known as Gambit's opened. What did The Multiverse bring Gambit's today? Was it someone with a nuke strapped to their back? Was it a blind man? It wasn't either of those things. What entered Gambit's Bar at this time was a man, a very familiar man to any who payed attention to the recent news report.

He stood at 6’2 in height, a muscular build, brown eyes, brown hair, and lightly tanned skin. However, aside from his height and possibly his build, his other features were not easy to see. He wore a dark green, almost black, cloak that had a hood on it, the hood was up. Under that he had a dark green shirt, and covering his legs were dark brown cargo pants. Also adorning this human male’s body was armor, which consisted of grieves, a vambrace on his right arm, pauldrons, and a breastplate. Sheathed on his back was a black katana-like sword that was about three feet in length. His entire left arm was covered from fingertip to pauldron in a clawed gauntlet.

The armor, sword, and gauntlet were made from the same material: An alloy consisting of Adamantium and Vibranium. This combination made the armor, sword, and gauntlet almost indestructible, completely immune to vibrations, and extremely light. Where and how he got his material is unknown, but one logical explanation is that he got it from off-planet, another explanation is that somewhere on Terra there is a place where one can find such rare metal.

This rather intimidating human male entered the bar, and looked around for a few seconds before moving to the counter and sitting down on a stool without a noise. He brought up the holo-menu and scrolled through it for a few seconds before selecting a coke for himself to drink, closing the holo-menu after he did this. His face was shrouded in shadow due to his dark green hood being up, so one could only imagine what lurked in the shadows.

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The hooded man waited for a few minutes while the bartender or droid or whatever was serving as tender brought him the coke he ordered. Once it arrived, he took a drink of it, his face hidden in the shadows of his hood the entire time. Behind the bar, and in front of him, was a large mirror, which he used to make sure no one could sneak up on him without being seen. Unless they could teleport. That would be the only way to sneak up on him at the moment. He took another drink of his coke before setting it down on the bar counter.

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The man in the hood suddenly froze, as if he heard something that he didn't expect. It could have been a voice, or something else. The only thing that would make anyone freeze was that he froze after tilting his head, and he did this just as Bex's gun left it's holster. Could he have heard it? No, it didn't seem possible, not with how noisy the bar is. So what made him freeze? No one would really know.

After a few very suspenseful seconds he relaxed, reaching for his coke again, taking a drink of it and setting it down on the counter again. He rolled his shoulders, as if they were sore. Tonight was going to be a long night.

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Another man ran into the bar, holding a pistol. He ran to the bar counter and stopped behind the hooded man. "I finally found you, Wyvern!" the man yelled, pointing his gun at the hooded man, now identified with a name.

Wyvern rolled his shoulders again, and groaned in annoyance. He turned around, still sitting on his stool. "And what are you going to do? You are eighteen years old, and have a life ahead of you. Are you sure you want to throw it away trying to catch little old me?" the hooded man asked, his face remained shrouded in shadow, but to Bex his voice would definitely be familiar.

"Shut up! Don't tell me how to live my li--" the young man's voice would be cut off by Wyvern's fist colliding with his jaw, knocking him out immediately.

The hooded man wiped his hand on his jacket, as if the boy he had punched was tainted, and turned, returning to his stool. "Freaking kids." he muttered, finishing off his coke before ordering another one.

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Wyvern glanced at the mirror, seeing Bex approach, and he'd turn around. "Oh, well this is a surprise." he said, his tone friendly. He stood, looking down at Bex from within the shadows of his hood.

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"Well, not really my face, but what people see is on the wanted poster. They only see the hood. "You're the only living person who know's what I look like without the hood on." he said. "I didn't do anything to the other people who knew. They got to each other while trying to get me." he added.

"That's because I don't have a good answer for that question. Why shouldn't you take me in? Let's see, there is that one thing that doesn't exist." he said, chuckling. "Oh? Can't pull me in now. I am lucky..." he muttered, as if recalling someone else telling him that he was the luckiest assassin they knew of. "I've been making my new appearance, that's what I've been doing. As for giving you a bad name, you are gonna have to be more specific as to how I'm doing that." he said, he looked at the man that she had looked at before looking back to her. He crossed his arms in front of him, shifting his weight to one leg.

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Wyvern chuckled. "Well, the news report did say that the man known as Scorpion has changed his appearance to what I look like, and also changed his alias." he said. "So, really I didn't make you look bad." he said. "If anything, I made you look so good that you forced me to change myself. Not that it matters now..." he said with a chuckle, sitting back in his stool next to her.

"I honestly don't know what I'm doing back in town. I don't have anything to do, except clear my name somehow..." he said. "You don't have to worry about me trying to take you out. You haven't done anything to require me to try and harm you." he said, taking a drink of his coke, which had just arrived.

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Wyvern smirked, letting out an amused huff. "I'll be sure to do that. And if I get caught, I don't know you nor do I know how I got your number." he muttered to her. "I will. And if you ever get the opportunity to catch me, please do try." he said before she left him. After she walked away, he took a few drinks of his coke, drinking the entire thing. He set it down and left enough money to pay for it. He stood and turned, looking at the unconscious young man on the floor. He walked around him, heading out the door without another noise.

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The door to the infamous bar known as Gambit's opened. What did The Multiverse bring Gambit's today? Was it someone with a nuke strapped to their back? Was it a blind man? It wasn't either of those things. What entered Gambit's Bar at this time was a man, a very familiar man to any who payed attention to the recent news report.

He stood at 6’2 in height, a muscular build, brown eyes, brown hair, and lightly tanned skin. However, aside from his height and possibly his build, his other features were not easy to see. He wore a dark green, almost black, cloak that had a hood on it, the hood was up. Under that he had a dark green shirt, and covering his legs were dark brown cargo pants. Also adorning this human male’s body was armor, which consisted of grieves, a vambrace on his right arm, pauldrons, and a breastplate. Sheathed on his back was a black katana-like sword that was about three feet in length. His entire left arm was covered from fingertip to pauldron in a clawed gauntlet.

The armor, sword, and gauntlet were made from the same material: An alloy consisting of Adamantium and Vibranium. This combination made the armor, sword, and gauntlet almost indestructible, completely immune to vibrations, and extremely light. Where and how he got his material is unknown, but one logical explanation is that he got it from off-planet, another explanation is that somewhere on Terra there is a place where one can find such rare metal.

This rather intimidating human male entered the bar, and looked around, particularly at Aiedail, clenching his teeth. 'Shit.' he thought. 'Way to pick a time to enter Gambit's, Wyvern,' he thought to himself.

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Wyvern looked to Lazarus from under his hood. Instead of talking, he nodded. But he didn't have anywhere else to go. The police had already raided his current home, so he couldn't go back there...The only things he could do were run and run the risk of getting caught, fight and risk getting seriously injured and/or caught, or he could just turn himself in.

He didn't like any of those options.

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Wyvern turned his head again, this time looking towards Aiedail. One of his fingers on his left hand, which was the one that was bearing the gauntlet, twitched as he was spoken to. His other hand formed a fist, and clenched his fists. Suddenly he felt an impact on his back, thankfully his breast plate also covered his back, so he just stumbled forward, regaining his balance soon.

He stood straight up, and looked at Lazarus "That was uncalled for." he muttered loud enough for the vampire to hear. 'I am gonna have one hell of a bruise later.' he thought. His face remained shrouded in the shadow of his hood, which remained up. He kept an eye on Aiedail, knowing he was most likely not going to get away.

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Wyvern looked towards Aiedail again. His mind was racing, thinking of any way he could get out of this situation and remain free until he found out how to clear his name. If that was possible. However, he found himself facing one of very few things on Terra that could actually catch him, and one of many who could easily beat him if he tried to fight. He didn't like this situation at all.

Run and get caught, fight and get injured/killed and caught, or just turn himself in without a fight? He still didn't like any of those options. However, he found himself taking a few steps back from Aiedail. It was obvious that he didn't want to go.

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Wyvern stopped as he felt the claymores on his shoulders, letting out a startled breath. What happened next was simply his old muscle memory kicking in:

His hands shot straight up, meeting the claymores and lifting them just enough for him to get out from underneath the blades, and out of range of them as well. His right hand, now free, was on the hilt of his own katana-like blade that was strapped to his back, while his gauntlet-bearing left hand was out, as if to keep distance. He didn't speak to anyone, but he shot a glance at the man who had addressed him before his grip on his sword tightened in nervousness.

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Wyvern's eyes widened when he saw Aiedail coming towards him at such a high speed. It was a real shame for him that he didn't train this next move into his reflexes, because by the time he had figured out what to do, the android was too close. So, instead of doing that, he released his katana, and reached for Aiedail's hand that was currently going towards his face. If he could grab it, he'd then thrust his other hand towards her throat, a blade suddenly extending from his wrist, made of the same material as his armor and katana: An alloy made from Adamantium and Vibranium, making it very strong.

If he was not successful in grabbing the android's wrist, the knock-out gas would blast him right in the face, causing him to stumble back, coughing and fighting to stay conscious.

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Wyvern stumbled backwards as the gas was applied to his face, coughing as he did. He soon stopped, a hand over what people could assume to be his mouth, seeing his face was still shrouded in shadow. He soon fell to one knee, putting one hand on the ground to try and keep himself up off the ground, and fighting to retain his consciousness. However, after a few minuets Wyvern would soon loose a sense of balance he had been fighting so hard to keep, and fall forward onto the floor of the bar, barely conscious, but conscious enough to know what was going on.