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Editus Rayn

The Midnight Wings, previous "king" of darkness, usurped by the Red Tide's awakening.

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a character in “Melody of Ruin”, as played by MartinVole

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Name: Editus Rayn
Age: ???
Gender: Male
Species: Shavur
Height & Weight:

Humanoid Form: 6'5", 210lbs
Dragon Form: 60ft, 150ft wingspan, 21,300lbs

Profession: Ex-Alpha Beast
Additional Details:

Often seen with some form of black feathers, and some presence of blue "sprites" that give off hollow chirping sounds.

Personality:

Cynical, vindictive, intelligent, and condescending, he is a being who shows no desire to hide his nature, or his hatred. Rare escapes a positive word from his lips, and care is to be taken when he does so. He holds a rather dim view of the world, and the people who reside in it. His ultimate goals, however, were always shrouded, and he has made few friends among his own kind.

He constantly seeks some "righteous man" to be his enemy.

Strengths: Determined, he will seek to overcome any obstacle that comes his way without wavering as long as it meets with his goals. Physically extremely strong and possesses immense magical power.
Flaws: As intelligent as he is, he is very reckless and arrogant, given to bouts of thoughtless abandon when angered. His regeneration also has a limit, and considerable blood loss as well as stamina can take a toll on him. A significant chest wound or neck wound could theoretically still kill him as any other creature.
Magic/Abilities:

Having enormous energy and power, his physical strength and healing factor are extraordinary. He possesses impressive speed and agility, as well as ability of flight with his massive wings. His claws, as well as tail and wings in his full form can all be considered deadly.

He has a particular form of strange magic that influences his surroundings passively with a life of its own, small ghostly creatures of blue fire-like energy dancing about, emitting small hollow chirps. The sensation of the air becomes immediately dense, upsetting, as the surroundings begin to seem ignited in a blue fire, and. For the weak and susceptible, memories of past trauma, anger, and guilt may bubble up, but only from direct contact with Rayn can these become visions, as it creates a direct exchange between the victim and Rayn. From touch, Rayn can glean a bit about a person, but only the worst parts.

When concentrated into an attack, the sensation has been described as a "burning freeze," as mana ignites and creates a chain reaction, looking akin to fire, but having a deadening sensation of cold, with a destructive force to rupture structures. He also possesses a kind of "yell" that manifests as a beam of force, akin to the one used by the Red Tide but not quite as powerful.

Gear: Black coat and pants, able to generate a blade from his energy.
Brief History:

A dragon-like creature known of since medieval times, known for his gleaming dark feathers and "midnight wings," that would "blot out the sun." He is noted as the cause of early conflict between the races, however, he was not very active throughout the ages until recent years. Before the rise of Red Tide, he was the one that challenged the world, the creatures all gathering to the once-alpha. He showed power that was barely matched by any other monster, destroying fortified structures and striking down hunters that attacked him, to make his point known: I am strong, and I am to be feared.

"Send me your most righteous," he said to the greatest of nations. "Let me see for myself what glory's worth."

This would not come to pass, as shortly after, the world was shook by the awakening of Red Tide, and the status of Rayn was quickly threatened. Despite his attempt to retain his position as "king" by challenging the serpent in an onset of rage. It is easy to assume that the result of this conflict was far less than favorable for the dragon, but it is presumed that he survived.

So begins...

Editus Rayn's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Judith Frost Character Portrait: Karma Kura Character Portrait: No Eyes - "Jack" Character Portrait: Editus Rayn

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Entrance




Anselm stared at the front doors, observing the movements of every monster surrounding the doors. In his own head he had to admit that this was far more than he could handle alone, but stubbornly he wasn't ready to give up. He scanned the walls of the castle, and found its structure infuriatingly resilient against infiltration, windows, what few that were, were barred, likely difficult to remove, and there was little signs of an alternate entry from this side. He was assigned to slay Yam Suph, and rescue the captives, but a burning thought kept itself in his mind, and it made his arm itch more. She's gotta be here.

It was then he picked up a slight sound like the rustling of leaves, and another, a voice nearby.

"So, this is the sanctuary I've heard tell of? Sounds to me like a pleasant romp."

He heard a woman speak. He turned, looking over in her direction, a disgruntled look on his face. "I told em I dun need backup," he grumbled, itching the back of his head. "Th'hell ya supposed t'be anyway? A secretary? Eh, whatever, I'm handlin' this, so you can just-"

As he began to wave his arm to shoo off the woman a strong breeze like a wave rushed through the trees and over them both, his hair and clothes blew violently against the rush and the gates rattled and groaned. All the monsters in the front of the castle were alerted, some of their hair going on ends, and even Anselm's body tingled. Instinct was telling him to move but instead he turned to the woods as they were suddenly lit with floating blue sprites of some sort, a hollow chirping heard in a slowly rising crescendo, heralding a lone figure. What appeared was something that seemed to be a man, black hair, head down, wounded and limping, but aside from the running of blood from his dangling right arm were black feathers molting from him.

"M-me," he hoarsely muttered as he dragged himself by a perplexed Anselm, paying him no mind at all as he went straight to the gate. The man raised his head, grunting as he did so, and opened his mouth like he was readying to scream. There was a strange crackling, as his jaw extended further, the skin of his cheeks seeming to rip in a jagged pattern and the chirping got even louder as the crescendo increased, ghostly blue light gathering around the figure. Anselm, as if by instinct leapt back, moments before a loud sound erupted, and a surge of blue light erupted from the figure's mouth, ripping open the gates and mercilessly plowing through the monsters unfortunate enough to be in the way of the blast, and it slammed into the door cracking it open and causing the structure to shudder under the sheer force. As the beam dissipated, a blue fire lingered on the door, bits of various creatures littered at its steps. The figure continued forward, dragging himself, the various monsters watching him with bated anticipation. "Should have been me," he muttered, as he continued to limp in through the door, the monsters that survived followed him in and soon the front area was cleared.

"Th'ell was that!?" Anselm yelled when things had turned dead quiet, clasping his human hand over his mouth. Noticing the silence, he crept towards the door and looked inside to find no lasting trace of the figure or the hoard. Well, whatever, never look a gift horse in the mouth, I guess, he thought, as he snuck in through the door, arm ready to take on anything that lingered.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Judith Frost Character Portrait: Karma Kura Character Portrait: No Eyes - "Jack" Character Portrait: Anselm Ermenegilde Character Portrait: Editus Rayn

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#, as written by sifsand
She watched as a man who looked closed to deaths door fired a beam of what looked to be raw mana from his mouth, obliterating the gate before them. "Well, that's certainly one way to get in that's for sure." she said in that bright tone of hers. In no time at all she was following Anselm through the hole that was formed. As a precaution, she swept her arms above her head while closing her eyes, then forming between her hands was a bright flame to light their way.

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