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Maximilian Van Eyck

"The creation of life is not in the hands of the Goddess, but of mortals."

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a character in “An Evanescent Phantasmagoria”, as played by Zentose

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Maximilian Van Eyck
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Theme: The Return Home ~ Epic Score

Role: The Alchemist
Gender: Male
Nickname(s): Max
Age: 20
Race: Human

Appearance: He eats sporadically, causing him to be a bit light, but he works so often with heavy objects that he has almost no body fat, but because of his figure, most people think hes weak, which is partially true. His skin is pale because he doesn't go out that often, and has multiple blemishes, the main ones are a large burn mark on his left forearm from an explosion, and four long scars along his right forearm, from a failed experiment that attacked him. His bone structure is normal, completely symmetrical and all, and even though he doesn't get out to get vitamin D, he drinks lots of milk, making his bones as sturdy as the next person's.

Preferred Clothing: He wears a white muscle shirt and black leather pants when he is working in the lab, and when he goes out he simple puts on a leather trench coat on top of his regular clothing, he washes his clothes regularly because he sweats into them so often

Height: 6' (182.88cm)
Weight: 143 lbs. (64.86 kg)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Blue

Personality: If you speak to anyone, they will tell you that Max is a carefree scientist, who loves people, and love talking with people. They will say he is one of the nicest people they have ever met, always smiling always chipper, and always willing to lend someone an ear. Which he is, when he is around those people, it is simply a façade, a protection mechanism that Max set up to keep prying eyes away from him, for people take you at your word more often if they like you.

In truth, Max has suffered many a torment, and has muddled through as best he can. He suffered the loss of his dearest love, twice, as well as all his old friends. This has left him hollow, cold, despondent, and detached emotionally to everyone... He refuses to love anyone or anything until he can complete his goal, not that anyone would know of course.

But as to be expected, some nurturing does seep through to both his fake side, and his real side. He was brought up to be magnanimous to women, to be adamant with men, and to never act as smart as he really is. He acts immensely obtuse around other people, to avoid having to backtrack, but he still loves to talk about his work, sadly it is with the wrong people that he talks to...

Oddities: Max talks in his sleep, usually about his past, which is why he never sleeps near other people. He also is always smiling when around other people, but when no one is around, he always as a bit of a scowl on his face

Likes: Knowledge, magic, science, women, elves, sweets, night, and stargazing
Dislikes: Zealots, people who keep secrets, people who abuse women, liars, spicy and bitter food, new things, mirrors, death, and loneliness
Hobbies: Science and reading

Phobia(s):
Amnesiphobia - Amnesia
Athazagoraphobia - Being forgotten
Pathophobia - Disease
Cainophobia - New things
Catagelophobia - Ridicule
Catoptrophobia - Mirrors

Skills: Although his magical forte is in the lab, Max knows a good deal of fighting magic, mainly earth, but if the need arises he can heal a bit, and can use a bit of fire and water magic as well, but he mainly sticks with earth.

He is brilliant, he can solve difficult puzzles and mathematical equations with ease and has the handy ability to explain his solutions to a less intelligent audience, finding simple anecdotes to relate his findings and things.

He also has done an extensive study of the fae anatomy, to further his research, and knows every single inch of a fae's body, better than almost anyone else.

Weapon: A 9 inch(22.86cm) long steel Dirk, a pair of Bolas, and magic

Fighting Style: Max usually likes to keep his distance and either trap the foe with his bolas or use magic to pound them into submission, if they get too close he uses his dirk, and has no qualms with killing to further his goals

Abilities: His crowning ability is that he can solve problems and form hypotheses and plans nigh-instantaneously. He can also control rock and earth, as long as he is planted firmly on the ground and the rocks are connected to the ground, or himself, as well. He can also produce fire from his hands and feet and can control water that is touching him. He also has the ability to create minor seals on the spot, and with enough time and materials stronger ones as well, he can also summon small animal familiars to aid him in tracking or reconnaissance, even battle sometimes. Lastly, he can break any weak spells(like weaker illusions).

Personal History: Max was born into a simple family, his mother was a baker, and his father was an ex-soldier turned body guard. At a young age Max showed potential, by the time he was six-years-old he could out-think both his parents, not that they were particularly bright to begin with. At this same age, Max became interested in magic and alchemy, reading up on every detail he could, he had the basic principles of Alchemy down in a month, but magic was difficult, even for him. When Max was seven, a Mage wandered into town and Max convinced him to take him as the Mage's apprentice, after he reluctantly agreed, his parents took even more convincing, but they eventually let him go. The Mage took Max to a small city in the south.

In this city, the Mage taught Max magic and built upon his previous knowledge of Alchemy. When he was eight, he met a young fae of the same age, a girl named Colette. They became quick friends and for many years played and talked together. Colette was a cute girl, but by the time they were both fifteen, she was gorgeous, and it was then that she and Max began their relationship, the two loved each other greatly.

Two years after this, when max was 17, he went to visit his parents, and when he came back, the city had been raided, bodies filled the streets, people he talked to on a regular basis, people that he liked, people he was friends with, even his teacher was struck down, surrounding by dozens of the opposing soldiers's corpses, but he died. He walked the empty, lifeless city, until he found Colette, she was lying face up in a large pool of her own blood, her clothes were torn open, revealing her body, and there was a large gaping hole in her stomach, something that would've taken a few agonizing days to finally kill her. He lied next to her dead body for an entire day, not moving, just, lying there... until he realized what he must do, he removed a lock of her hair, and buried her in a place they both loved, then set off on a quest, a quest to bring her back.

He moved far north, cut all ties with his old life, and began researching how to create the fabled homunculus. After two years of research he created something, a life, but not. It had many features similar to his dear Colette, but it was misshapen, it was a monster, it had one leg in the middle of its back, and where it should have been, blood just began to pour out, its other leg was pointed the wrong way, its right forearm replaced the upper arm and its torso had may bits from other organs placed all around it. Its eyes had no pupils, it had two mouths, one on its face, the other on its neck, but its right arm was perfectly normal. after a few seconds of trying to breath it coughed up blood then attacked Max, it scratched his right arm deeply, causing permanent scarring, and then it died. Max did not leave his room for another few days, leaving the creature on his floor, as it began to rot. He had lost his love once more, once he cleared it out, he was unable to do any more research for may months, until he decided to continue working, until he could bring her back as real as he possibly could.

In the town Max lives in, many people knows him, and they all love him. Every morning he eats at a restaurant above his home, and collects food and supplies for the day around town, talking with the townspeople and mingling, but after this morning ritual he returns to his basement of a home and works, all day, everyday...

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So begins...

Maximilian Van Eyck's Story

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Max really didn't want to partake in the festivities, it broke his route, which he held in very high regard, but he learned a few years back that if there is a festival, and Max wasn't there, people knocked on his door, and he hated people knocking on his door... Why live in a basement if you want to be bothered by people? So he forced himself to leave his dark, paper-filled home, and go and interact with people, much to his dismay...

Right away, four men forced him to have a toast with them. One of the men forced a flagon of mead into Max's hand and said, "They're giving us all the mead we can drink!" he raised his flagon, and the others followed suit, "To the Duke's soon to be daughter-in-law!" Max raised his flagon to meet with the others'.

Max wet his lips with the mead, then set it down and said, "Looking at her you'd think the Duke's son got off on children!" The men began laughing, then talking about what they would do to her if they were the Duke's son, which marked the end of Max's stay at the table... He continued through the crowds, giving the occasional "Hello," to people he knew. The entire event was not tasteful in the slightest, it was loud, there was rubbish all over the place, drunken men littered the area while the few that weren't drunk danced in the middle of the streets with the women, children charged here and there, knocking things over...

Max felt a hand grab hold of his, it was the owner of the cafe above his home, she practically threw him in the streets and forced him to dance with her, along with multiple other women who were dancing. Max smiled through the whole thing, and the first chance he got he slipped away. He figured that the festivities would be less... festive... by the manor, so he made his way there, planning on saying his part to the Duke and his son, and his son's fiancé. Being the only person living in the town with any sort of magical upbringing, the Duke had asked, more like ordered, Max for help a couple times. He didn't like the Duke, nor did he like his son... but Max really didn't like nobles at all.

He made his way to the Manor, it was very aureate and florid, but all Nobles had to show off their wealth while they caused war and strife, not caring who gets murdered in the process. Max got ready for the obnoxiously magniloquent way of speech that the Duke had, Max absolutely hated it... It wasn't until then that max realized he wasn't smiling anymore, he quickly corrected this, but it was still odd...

Two guards near the front entrance to the Manor were searching the area, as soon as one spotted Max, he yelled, "Hey stop!" max stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the two guards as they moved closer to him. One guard looked at him and said, "Dark eyes and hair, and he doesn't look very strong!"

"But the girl said he was about 5'7'', this guy is taller than that!" the other guard said, pushing the other guard away a bit.

"She said maybe! Everything else fits, it had to be this guy!" the guard said, moving forward and moving his pike towards Max's neck.

Max kept smiling and asked, "What is this about sirs? I was just on my way to pay respect to the Duke."

"The girl told us all about it! Well, she didn't tell us all about it... but she will, now that we have the criminal!" the guard said, forcefully.

A couple people from the crowd who knew Max went over to the guards, one of them asked, "What's this all about?"

"This man attacked and threatened a young lady!" The men started laughing, "What's so funny!?"

"Trust me," one of the men said, "You've got the wrong guy, Max is the nicest man I've ever met, just ask anyone in town!" A few more people joined the men to see what was happening, and they all corroborated his story.

"Well how many people that fit his description live in town?" The guard inquired, looking out into the small crowd that surrounded him.

"None," Max said, smiling, "Perhaps you were played? Where were you guarding before this little... scuffle?"

The guard thought for a moment, then ran back to where he was stationed, his fellow guard soon followed. Max quickly thanked the crowd for helping him out, they simply nodded then returned to the festivities. Max then entered the foyer of the Duke's manor, it was extravagant and filled with all the higher-class people of Cellé. Max didn't really talk with the higher-class so he didn't know any of the nobles, but he noticed the Duke and his Son, along with the new bit of eye-candy up on the second floor, flaunting the girl like a new piece of jewelry, it made Max sick...

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The Duke gave the expected introductions of his son and the new bride-to-be in his typical booming grandiloquent voice. All the aristocracy clapped for the new couple, while they all held in aspersions towards the new woman. Max, being good friends with most of the commoners, had heard all the rumors the aristocracy had spread. Rumors that she was a whore, she slept with sheep, she was really a young male eunuch, all of them. He hated the idea of a seemingly beautiful, innocent, girl being berated with such insults, it disgusted him. This is why I don't mingle with the aristocrats... Max thought to himself, trying harder than usual to keep up his smile.

All the damned aristocrats were staring up at the Duke, none even looking at the so called "harlot." Then Max noticed something that caused the smile to erase from his face, the Duke's son was pressuring the young girl's waist, causing her pain, which none of the other damnable aristocrats noticed, or maybe they just didn't care. max's chivalry took over his body for a moment, he gripped the dirk strapped to his belt, hidden by his coat, he began to unsheathe it slowly, but after a moment, stopped and let it go, reason returning to his mind. He wanted the little prick to pay, yet he also didn't like the fact that the woman didn't stand up for herself, he hated weak-willed women. If something is to be done, she should at least try it herself first... He thought, writing a small note on a pad of paper he carried with him, then folded the paper to be small, it said, "No man can take away your freedom, lash out, look for help, if none is to be found in your inner circle, branch outward..." Once the duke came down so people could offer their gifts to the couple, he would slip this into her hand... hoping she would actual do something...

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Character Portrait: Cináed Rubina de Amore Character Portrait: Paragon Character Portrait: Maximilian Van Eyck Character Portrait: Flandre Mistus Character Portrait: Crowly Oliviér

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Max watched as the soon to be duchess fell, he was prepared to move through the crowd and assist her, but one of the Chevalier beat him to it. He continued to wait in the crowd as the multitude of people moved away from watching the Duke's son and his fiancé, and to an empty piano, they all cheered it as if someone was playing, yet it was empty. A pretty skilled illusionist... thought Max, he could have done something to alleviate the illusion, but he didn't really feel like it, what was the worst that could happen?

He then looked up at the railings and saw a silver haired man slap the son of the duke. They should give that guy a fucking medal... Max thought to himself, before noticing a bit of repartee between the son's fiancé and the silver haired man. She seemed distressed, but then that same chevalier beat him to the punch once more and aided her, releasing the illusion set upon the people as well. He looked around as the nobles began to panic, some acting insane, most thinking themselves insane. Max didn't really care about it, they were the nobles, they could get over it...

He looked up at the scene from before, the chevalier had left, and the girl looked straight at him, seeming distressed once again, it was then that Max felt an actual need to assist her. It's not like the rest of her guards could do anything against an illusionist that powerful... Max thought, slowly sauntering up the stairs, he was able to make three logical hypotheses about the situation, the most likely of which was that the duke's son was a hostage and the fiancé had ordered the chevalier away, to protect the bastard.

By the time he was half-way up, someone crashed down into the scene, from just a bit too high up. Max stopped his uncaring walk and quickly moved to the second level, before he had time to come to her rescue, that same chevalier, for the third time, rushed in and beat him to action, she pushed the duke out of the way and placed her weapon to the silver haired man's throat. Then multiple other chevalier moved up the stairs following Max.

Ignoring the oncoming chevalier, Max stepped behind the duke's son's fiancé, he had already figured out everything, aside from the unknown man, who seemed more than a man, more of a thing, that crashed down in front of her, it was an unknown variable, Max looked into its eyes and asked, "What in the hell are you...?" He placed his right hand on the dirk behind his back and touched the stone railing with his left hand, ready to use both to attack the unknown entity.

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Character Portrait: Cináed Rubina de Amore Character Portrait: Paragon Character Portrait: Maximilian Van Eyck Character Portrait: Flandre Mistus Character Portrait: Crowly Oliviér

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Calmly, Crowly started to assess the situation. Something inhuman being crashing to the ground not even hurting himself in the slightest, a skilled chevalier illusionist who can dispel illusions in the blink of an eye, someone new to the fray right next to the said inhuman being. His stomach lurched as he looks about, the world all around him, making him dizzy. His eyes closed, as he calmly puts his hands in his pockets. The screeches and cries of crows can be heard from a distance, as if beckoning to him.

He smiles as he thinks, I suggest you don't interfere, Frejia. You and your fledglings go back into the world you came from. Soon enough, you serve me no more. The crows give off small cries, sounding sorrowful through the night, pleading. Crowly sighs once more, thinking, Forgive me. I've gone soft over the years. Sounds flapping occur, as a few black feathers fall upon the white-haired Dhampir's head, and shoulders, confirming his identity as number 2 on the most wanted by criminals and bounty hunters. He opens his eyes, their Fuchsia hue dazzling, slowly dispelling the simple illusion himself, revealing that he surrounded by men, and woman, with weapons. Crowly coughs, a bit, his throat parched from all the energy he's spent for the night. Slowly he smiles kindly, in a fashion that a kind priest would.

"Well, concerning the situation at hand, if I tried to do the youthful 'Fight to the End' kind of thing, I'd probably end up taking two of your guards but dead!" His tone sounds awfully matter-of-fact, but non-provocative. He sighs, putting his hands up in defeat. "Well, my time has finally come. Of all the years, today is the day I go 'senile'. As for introductions, I assume you all have an inkling about who I am. I might as well confirm it to you all, I'm the second on the list, Number 2, Crow. I presume that this is going to have me be in a dungeon for the next few weeks, then put on public execution... Oh well. If an opportunity presents itself for me to continue my mission or escape, I'll take it. If not, then oh well! I'm amazed, that so many interesting people are gathered in one place in order to stop me. Quite peculiar." Crowly shakes his head, as he puts his hands behind his back, his eyes opening revealing them to be full of pained pity for Cináed. He's not only disappointed that he's finally failed the mission, but he's pitiful for she has to marry such a corrupt Duke's son. "To the future wife of the Duke's son. I apologize, for not being able to help, and for having the intention to hurt others. Sadly, it's the way that I live." The Dhampir puts his head down in defeat, his hands behind his back, his throat slightly irritated.

I've made a speech in front of people who want to kill me, with a smile on my face no less. I'm sure I've finally gone off edge.

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Character Portrait: Cináed Rubina de Amore Character Portrait: Paragon Character Portrait: Maximilian Van Eyck Character Portrait: Flandre Mistus Character Portrait: Crowly Oliviér

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She wound up on her side, as something/one had leapt from high above, landing upon the marbled floorings of Duke Auttenberg’s manor, managing to send spider-webbing cracks throughout it, without having harmed himself. When he locked eyes with her, Cináed simply froze in shock, her own emerald gaze widening as she lost the ability to breathe. From having to intervene in order to try to save Louis life, to having to act upon her own volition, to this. . . . A man who seemed beyond limits of mortality just appearing from nowhere. The fact that more things were unfolding before her, matters to which were mysteries to her, it send a bolt through her heart, one of utter terror that caused her form to begin shaking.

Things weren’t bad enough? Hard enough on her, as it was? She already had no choice but to negotiate with a dhampir assassin, and to offer up her own life in exchange for Louis’. If more unknowns were to enter the picture, it would only complicate things, it would make it harder for her to find a way to intervene in all this, to stop it all, to make sure no one died. Th-This. . . . All of this, too much is happening, I cannot control it, I cannot find a way to. . . . Cináed began thinking, her neck lolling forward as her eyes were gaze down to the ground wide and beginning to brim with tears. She was overwhelmed, so overwhelmed. Everything was beginning to spiral, and spin out of her grasp again; her incapable hands were not able to keep control.

The matter of which side anyone was on, whether they were aid to her, or to assist the assassin, that was something that slipped away from the panicked mind of the redheaded once-Pierrot. Her breathing speed began to increase, her heart speeding up in her chest as she began to quiver. Things around her began to feel as if they were happening in a blur.

It overtook her with ringing ears and a throbbing skull, vision blurring as confusion and more uncertainty set in upon her. Unknown, there is too much that is unknown. Uncertainty, everything is uncertain, I do not know what to do, Through her muddled senses, Cináed became unable to even understand what was happening around her, that things were beginning to come to a close with the release of Louis and the Dhampir being held at the point of the Chevalier’s trident. In truth, she felt herself beginning to feel queasy, the anxiety overtaking her was truly debilitating. The once-Pierrot didn’t understand how she was suppose to handle all this, what was she suppose to do? She had sworn to herself no one would die, even in her inexperienced hands; she refused to let a death become a weight on her shoulders.

And with her labored breathing, the redhead began to realize something, something . . . unpleasant. Her body was beginning to feel rather hot, as if she’d been made to swallow burning coals. Was she beginning to take to a fever from all this, from the stress and strain of undergoing this ordeal? She wasn’t sure. With harsh breaths still going into her lungs and coming from, Cináed forced herself to look up, her flesh beginning to shine a bit from perspiration caused by the unnatural heat she felt coming from her body. The girl’s eyes held a distant glint to them, as if she were detached from everything around her now, truly, it was odd.

Louis was free, and off cowering away from his captor as he was held at sword point for his attempted murder. The strange man who’d leapt from high above, and the alchemist were there too, as were some unfamiliar faces who did not fit into the crowd of nobles with the Auttenberg manor. Any words spoken to her were lost to her ears, all she could hear was a sharp ringing, and all she could feel was a sharp throb going through her body, the blood in her veins painfully flowing through her. Then, there was that heat. It felt as if her body was beginning to burn from the inside out, almost like her bones were beginning to melt away.

Cináed remained silent, a vacant expression her face as her mind went completely blank, and the ringing in her ears stopped, leaving only silence. For a moment, everything seemed to stop, the throbbing, the pain, and the warmth in her bones, before it felt like something was tearing through her. It came from her spine, and shot through every single bone in her small body without warning, a wave of burning. The suddenness of it knocked the redhead back into reality, her senses returned to her in full as she found herself screaming out from the sensation. Holding onto her own middle again, an expression of pain across her features, Cináed began to breathe heavy again, unknowingly screaming with each exhale.

She didn’t understand what was happening to her, the pain, any of it. Her bones had to be melting, the heat coming from her spine was too much for them not to be!!

Tears fell from her shut eyes as it overwhelmed her, and something felt as if it surged forth from the base of her backbone, an intense flare, heat that she couldn’t contain, that her body couldn’t handle. In conjunction with it, the redhead’s heart pounded in protest to it within her chest, as fire attempted to swallow everything around her body.

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Character Portrait: Cináed Rubina de Amore Character Portrait: Paragon Character Portrait: Maximilian Van Eyck Character Portrait: Flandre Mistus Character Portrait: Crowly Oliviér

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The next few moments transpired quickly and served only to get more confounded. Paragon was beginning to discern that humans had an inability to use reason over reaction. When events unfolded around them they merely reacted to them instead of taking the time to think their actions through and discover the most effective and logical plan of action. Paragon's unnatural eyes flicked from Cináed to the Alchemist who had yet to speak his name. With a silent threat the man asked the construct what he was. The cyborg's head slowly cocked to one side as if in curiosity. Before Paragon could respond to the intriguing question the dhampir threw his hands up in surrender and Cináed's body began to quiver in pain. Once again the constructs gaze turned to her and he watched curiously as her body was racked with pain then went still only long enough for her to scream out in agony as flame erupted around her. Several of the guards screamed out in shock and were so distracted and distraught that they'd never managed to put the iron shackles on the would be assassin. One of them ripped their sword from it's scabbard and pointed it at Cináed with eyes full of fear.

"Witch! She's a bloody fucking witch!"

That was all the fuel the fire of Man needed and in seconds all but one of the nearby guards seemed prepared to separate the bride's head from her body. As the fire surged the construct froze. His mind and body unwilling to work as one. His chest began to rise and fall more and more rapidly as his wide eyes stared at the flame. His world became lost in the dancing form of the fire encircling the girl. Pure white hot terror froze the cyborg. Paragon was unable to move, unable to speak. His hands twitched unsure of what action to take. Fight or flight was an organic response to fear and danger yet he was anything but. His organic and inorganic minds were battling it out for supremacy. Reason and logic assured him that the fire would do no lasting damage to him if he'd managed to burn himself. Yet terror whispered seeds of doubt into the ears of the thing that was once a man.

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Character Portrait: Cináed Rubina de Amore Character Portrait: Paragon Character Portrait: Maximilian Van Eyck Character Portrait: Flandre Mistus Character Portrait: Crowly Oliviér

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Crowly's eyes widened as he spotted a torrent of flames behind the inhuman cyborg in front of him. Everyone in the area seemed to go catatonic, staring at the pillar of fire that was once an innocent girl and the fiancé of the son of a Duke. He smiles slightly in the midst of the chaos, as he hears the screech of four angry sounding crows, one the size of a raptor, the other three no bigger than the size of a hawk. He thinks to himself, planning his escape plan already, especially with a god sent opportunity such as this one, but a stray thought caused him to groan inwardly. What about the girl...? He could just kill the duke, but he didn't want the red-head to die... but she was dead anyways, she was being cloaked by a plume of fire...was there someone here that got to this mission first...?

No, it was crystal clear to him now, he's seen this before, only once. He's gone on a mission with a target such as this one, a Salamander-Halfling. He remembered the taste of the rich, yet spicy blood, and how, when in combat, he loved to use fire. He sighs, he was going to regret this later, but this was the best way if he wanted to get his pay and have the least amount of bloodshed. During the chaos, all of the guards were distracted, ready to cut down this 'Bloody fucking witch'. Crowly, with of a look of disgust on what he was about to do, grabs one of the arms the distracted guards, using his enhanced vampiric strength to remove the small armor covering his arms, biting down hard with his white fangs, giving one good inhale, the guard's arm paling itself to a dry white. Crowly's hair points up, his lips darken, his fuchsia eyes glowing as the blood fills his veins, giving him enough sustenance and power to fuel his half-blood powers.

He throws the screaming guard behind him, crashing straight into the illusionist as he speedily dashes past the cyborg, grabbing the bride-to-be. He winces as the flame burns his pure cold skin, but it didn't matter he can regenerate and heal from burns efficiently with the blood he's sucked, albeit slower than his pureblood counterparts .Burns were the least of his worry, he had to make use of his time. He moves, just a red and white blur, holding the bride, jumping off the balcony of the second floor crashing into the piano downstairs, wincing as he pauses, groaning from the fall, the burning girl scorching his skin. He runs out, four crows trailing alongside him, heading for the doors of the castle. There was no time to lose.

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Character Portrait: Cináed Rubina de Amore Character Portrait: Paragon Character Portrait: Maximilian Van Eyck Character Portrait: Ulysses Adler Character Portrait: Aer Shevna-Ray Character Portrait: Flandre Mistus Character Portrait: Crowly Oliviér

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The scene before Ulysses was utter chaos. Crow, the infamous Number 2, had the bride as a hostage, a strange figure busted through the ceiling, a man in a long black coat came in with a dirk at the ready, and Guard Girl and her buddies had the whole area surrounded. Aer was nowhere to be seen, though she was probably lucky not to be in the middle of all this. The air was extremely tense, everyone in an aggressive stance, ready to strike before the others. Things were going to get bad very quickly, and Ulysses knew that he had to get out of there. With all the commotion going on, slipping out of there would be easy, and he was just about to hop out of a nearby window, but something brighter than anything he's seen before caught his eye.

The red-head had been quiet through most of the ordeal, speaking only to Crow to save that little bastard of a child from death. She had seemed to be in a state of pain, and now she seemed to be in agony. Seconds later, she had burst into flames. Ulysses knew he should have jumped out of that window while he could, but the spectacle was too dazzling to move. Everyone seemed to be staring at the blaze as it soon started to catch onto the rug she was on. The guards were horrified, calling her a witch and readying their weapons to impale her. Just before they could, Crow had ripped the armor off of one of them and bit deep into his arm. The man screamed in pain as Crow sucked away. The next thing Ulysses knew, the guard was thrown across the room, and Crow had snatched the the flame girl and carried her off toward the entrance. It was all too quick, and Ulysses shook his head, climbing through the window.

He didn't expect a hand to grab him by the collar of his shirt and slam him against the wall. The wind was knocked out of him and his vision blurred. When he regained the ability to see, he wished he could lose it again. He had a pitch black helmet staring right at him, and a blade pointed at his stomach. Ulysses started to have a hard time breathing, his hands sweating. It was one of the Black Horizon guys from the hall, judging by the wounds he had. The wounds, however, were gone, all healed up. He pondered how that could be, before the guy smacked him against the wall again. "After all this time, we finally got you." There was something in his voice, some sinister edge to it. While he was noticing the different voice, he seemed to be drawn toward the guy's hand. There were things sticking out of his arm, black tendrils with dark purple spots on them. They moved with a mind of their own, some of them going for Ulysses' neck. The man snickered as he pulled up his other arm and examined it. "Strange, right? Things have changed since you scuffled with us last. We've been doing some testing with supernatural entities, and made a breakthrough in soldier advancement." He put his arm down and looked toward the hallway. His buddies started to file out, their wounds fixed and the same tendrils escaping the breaks in their armor. He turned his helmet and stared at Ulysses. The man's eyes glowed the same purple as the tendrils did. "Fortunately enough, there are other high value targets here, so you won't be lonely while we haul you all in." From a pouch on his belt, he pulled out a small crystal. He proceeded to throw it out the window. In midair, the crystal burst in a shower of sparks. After that, things would only get worse.

The front door exploded in a shower of wood and stone. From the dust, a towering giant came out. A golem, an artificial being of rock, stood at the ready. Black Horizon troops filed in behind the construct, each as menacing as Ulysses friend. Soon the whole front of the mansion was blocked off by a sea of black. Ulysses was speechless. If it was chaotic before, it's all out anarchy now.

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Max continued to glare, unblinking at the thing that stood before him and the girl, but before it responded to his query, flames burst out from the girl in front of him, he was less than a foot away from her back when the flames exploded, giving him the narrowest amount of time to act. As the flames approached, Max back flipped out of the way of the ever-approaching fire, almost crashing into one of the chevalier behind him. God, I wish I had stayed home today... Max thought to himself. He was ready to retrieve the girl once the fire had subsided, but the white-haired man grabbed her, through the flame and jumped off the railing to the first floor. Max reacted in an instant and followed him to the ground floor.

He landed on the cold stone and immediately caused a part of the floor in front of the white-haired man, who had now become much more menacing, to raise and become a makeshift wall, blocking his path. Max yelled at him, "Where the hell do you think you're going!?"

It was then that things went from bad to worse, multiple men charged into the room, with a golem, all menacing and consumed in darkness. Damnit I really wish I had stayed home today... Max thought to himself. He looked at the white-haired man and realized that he couldn't spend the time to stop him, it was either save the one girl or protect the dozens of citizens in the room, it was the only logical choice. He took a few steps towards the men and clapped a little, "My that is quite the beast you got yourselves there! Too bad it's made of stone though..."

Max rushed towards the golem, who was currently at the front lines. He made a few stepping stones to get a bit higher as he ran towards the colossal figure, it smashed one of its enormous fists at the ground Max was standing on, but he jumped out of the way. Nigh-instantaneously, Max grabbed it's fist, and it stopped moving, Max now had complete control over the golem. Max climbed up to the beast's shoulder and sat down, remaining in contact with its stone skin the entire time. Max smirked and said, "Now let's see how they like their little monster..."

Max immediately started making the golem attack the men around it, smashing the ground and killing many people. After a few moments, Max heard an explosion from the golem's leg and it came crashing down. One of the soldiers put a small powder keg by the beasts leg and lit it. As the enormous beast crashed on the ground, it crushed even more of the men. Max was able to jump away at the last second, but it still drained him of a bit of energy, controlling an entire golem is difficult. Max moved away from the fray as the chevalier pushed the enemy farther and farther back. They were definitely outnumbered, but one of the chevalier had a dark presences about her, charging in at lightning fast speeds with immense cruelty and strength, when she collapsed Max realized that she would be a powerful asset if she were returned to even a minor amount of strength.

Max rushed in to where the woman had fallen, he lifted a large amount of rock to act as a shield covering them. He placed his hands on her chest and said, "And I haven't even bought you a drink yet!" He channeled his energy into her body, healing superficial wounds and giving her about a quarter of her full strength, as well as increasing her adrenaline and dopamine levels. He grinned a little and said, "Sorry, healing isn't my forte, but this should get you back on your feet..."

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The woman fell after a few steps, then Max thought to himself, That should have gotten her back on her feet... He removed the rock shield and quickly moved over to her, he touched the weapon she was using as a support and felt the energy in it. After that he realized what happened, he said to her, "You IDIOT! Don't channel demons when the only thing giving you life is the energy from a spirit! The demonic energy inside of you is eating away at the lifeline that was given to you through that trident! I can stop it and give you some more energy, but if you channel demons as strong as that, you'll be dead faster than you can say 'help me spirit!'"

Max lifted up her shirt and little and slammed his palm into her stomach, he laughed a bit and said, "I don't even know your name and I've already groped you and undressed you a bit..." He channeled his energy into her and sealed the demon energy inside of her into a single point in her stomach. he looked at her eye and said, "This seal will hold for about ten minutes, I know that the demonic energy would have left your body eventually, but it still damages your system more than you may realize, as long as the energy is sealed, it will not leave, but it won't damage your system either." he channeled some more healing energy into her and said, "I've healed you a bit more, but pace yourself, once that seal breaks in ten minutes, you will be incapacitated for a good while." Max stood up and held out a hand to help her up, while seeing the non-human thing from eariler standing in a field of dead bodies, "What the fuck?" Max exclaimed.

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He was surprised that she knew him, but it didn't dumbfound him, before his seclusion he published a few potions and spells and books, but he had assumed that someone would have surpassed the knowledge by now, as so often happens in magic. I guess I'm better than I thought... he thought to himself. He locked his gaze on the non-human thing, it slightly nodded at him before taking off, as did the girl. max moved quickly to try and stop the thing, yelling "Wait you son of a bitch!" but to no avail...

Max then got an epiphany, the non-human was obviously going after the girl, which is why he revealed himself, and the chevalier was also going after the girl, so Max's only options were to go home and forget about this, or go find the girl himself. He contemplated both for a few seconds before sighing, moving near the piano, and placing his hands on the ground, summoning a small dog, it was a small white pug wearing a black leather vest that had the word Familiar on the back in red. Max looked at it and said, "Canis, I need you to find a girl and take her to me, she's invisible at the moment, but I touched her so get the scent, take her to the scent you smell on this piano, it's a dhampir, if that helps. Oh and tell her Max sent you so she doesn't like ignore you or anything."

Max placed his hand out to the dog who said, "Okay boss, got both scents, I'll see ya'!" He charged off at extremely fast speeds, specifically designed to keep up with the fastest of prey.

"Okay now for Lupus," Max said placing his hands on the ground again. This time a wolf was summoned, it had white fur and red eyes. Max looked at it and said, "Come, get the scent of a dhampir on this piano!"

The wolf barked than ran off out the door, Max followed as quickly as he could.

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Max followed the wolf into town, he looked at it and thought, Damn, they're probably long gone by now... Feeling doomed, he saw one of the few Chevalier on horseback, and got an idea. He took his bolas and threw it at the man. They hit him and knocked him off the horse, while trapping his arms as well. max jumped on the horse and said, "Sorry, but I need this!" Max never liked horses, he tried to avoid them whenever possible, but they were the fastest mode of travel. He followed his wolf for a long while, before coming onto a battle. The woman, Flandre, was avoiding a golem. Max stood up on the horse, his feet planted on the saddle and his hands on the reins, the second he got close enough, he jumped off the horse and onto the golem. taking control over it. He used it to kill the last few men around it, then he broke off the golem's legs and jumped down.

Max looked back at Flandre and said, winking, "Sorry about being late, but the hero always has to arrive at the last second."