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Amarant De Vante

You can't spell manslaughter without laughter. So cheer up, I promise you your demise will be quick...er.

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

Description

~--~Portrait~--~
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~--~Essentials~--~
• Birth Name: Amarant De Vante.
• Alias (es): Amarant.
• Actual Age: 900
• Apparent Age: 29
• Date of Birth: 15th February, 1915
• Place of Birth: Germany.
• Lineage: Elder Ashlandian Vampire.
• Family: Sister Magdelena De Vante
• Occupation/Class: Psychic/dimensional arch mage.
• Alignment: Chaotic evil.
• Martial Status: Single
• Element: Mind/Space
• Birth Sign: Aquarius
• Status/Current Location: Amongst the living/anywhere the stars guide him.
• Quote: “Can't spell manslaughter without laughter.”
• Total ooc years active: 8 years

~--~Vitals~--~

• Height: 5' 10”
• Weight: 195 lbs.
• Hair Color: Jet black or amethyst pending on the moon cycle.
• Hair Style: Long.
• Eye Color:Yellow to white pending on the moon cycle..
• Dominate Hand: Right
• Skin Tone: Pale or purplish pending on the moon cycle.
• Skin Condition: Smooth, Well taken care of.
• Apparent Physical Condition: Excellent
• Actual Physical Condition: Good
• Voice: Hypnotic, authoritative, spell binding.


~--~Status~--~

• Strength: Demonic strength
• Power Classification: Higher demon
• Speed/Reaction: Uncanny
• IQ- 150
• Blood Type: O+
• Religion: Reincarnation.
• Continuum Belief: Infinite Looping Continuum
• Primary Residence: Within his tower.
• Primary Discipline: Telekenisis, atomic manipulation, space manipulation, stealth, range, duel wielding.
• Sub-Discipline: Blood Magic, Hand to hand, staff.


~--~Persona~--~

• Intellectual
• cocky.
• Insane
• homicidal
• Spontaneous
• Chaotic
• Eccentric
• Slow to anger.


~--~Features~--~

• Tattoos: None.
• Scars: None.
• Unique Characteristics: Skin, Hair and Eye


~--~Clothing~--~

• Body: Darkly colored durable aged leather coat with dark gray trim/buttons
• Head: Ceremonial mask.
• Chest: Black silk shirt
• Neck: None
• Right Shoulder: None
• Right Upper Arm: None
• Right Forearm: None
• Right Hand: Black leather glove
• Left Shoulder: None
• Left Upper Arm: None
• Left Forearm: None
• Left Hand: Black leather glove
• Waist: Wide belt
• Right Upper Thigh: Machete Sheath/Strap
• Right Shin: None
• Right Foot: Black leather high boot
• Left Upper Thigh: None
• Left Shin: None
• Left Foot: Black leather high boot
• Hair Accessory: None
• Neck Accessory: None
• Right Earring: None
• Left Earring: None
• Right Ring: Drow Family Crest Ring
• Left Ring: None
• Right Wrist: None
• Left Wrist: Bracer of Los ajk’los


~--~Weaponry~--~

• Name of Primary Weapon: Moonrake
• Type: Machete
• Style: Short sword.
• Compliment Item(s): None
• Power Classification: Artifact
• Length: 8’
• Weight: 9 lb.
• Material(s): Leather hilt and Silver blade.
• Abilities: Self mend so as long as blade and wielder are in shadows.

• Name of Secondary Weapon: Hawkbone bow.
• Type: Bow
• Style: Shortbow
• Compliment Item(s): None
• Power Classification: Artifact
• Overall Length:
o Blade Length:
o Hilt Length:
• Weight: 2 lb.
• Material(s): Griffin bone.
• Abilities:
o Anarchic – This weapon is infused with chaotic energies, allowing it to ignore any protection offered by lawful energies. It also causes any non-evil creature who touches or wields the weapon will be corrupted by the chaotic energies.
o Ethereal Dancing – This weapon can be commanded to fight and protect its wielder on its own, without having to be wielded. This leaves the wielder free to cast spells, use other weapons or multiple other things.


~--~Armor~--~

• Head: None
• Chest: Dark mythril chain mail.
• Neck: None
• Right Shoulder: None
• Left Shoulder: None
• Right Upper Arm: None
• Left Upper Arm: None
• Right Forearm: None
• Left Forearm: None
• Right Hand: None
• Left Hand: None
• Right Leg: None
• Left Leg: None
• Right Foot: None
• Left Foot: None
• Belt: None


~--~Innate Abilities/Spells~--~

• Innate Abilities:
o Death Essence – This is the energy in which Palithio uses to power his spells and abilities. The price for using such energy is either his blood or another.
o Atomic level manipulation: Can bend o manipulating things on a atomic level. From air to skin cells. The powers below are byproducts or secondary skills gained from this one.
 Cell Regeneration (Takes hours to heal wounds of sufficient magnitude.)
 Body Part Replacement/Reattachment (So as long as the body part isn’t obliterated.)
 Immunity to disease
• Innate Spells: Amarant gained these three spells as innate spell-like abilities through the Spell-Like Ability learned through becoming an Archmage. Each of these Innate Spells can be cast a total of 6 times per day without using up spots for Amarant to prepare other spells. (Exp. Can use either of these two spells a total of six times a day altogether.)
o Bestow Curse
o Telekinesis.


~--~Non-Innate Abilities/Spells~--~

• Non-Innate Abilities:
o Archmage psychic knowledge.
 Spider climb/silent walk.
 Cat like reflexes and balance.
 Spell-Like Ability [See Above; Innate Spells]
• Non-Innate Spells: All these spells fill Amarant’s Spellbooks. These spells are in Amarant’s spellbook and he can only cast a fraction of these spells per day and only those spells in which has prepared that morning.
o Resistance
o Detect Poison
o Detect Magic
o Read Magic
o Flare
o Light
o Ray of Frost
o Disrupt Undead
o Touch of Fatigue
o Mage Hand
o Mending
o Message
o Open/Close
o Arcane Mark
o Cause Fear
o Chill Touch
o Protection from Good/Law
o Shield
o Comprehend Languages
o Identify
o Disguise Self
o Feather Fall
o Unseen Servant
o Protection from Arrows
o Resist Energy
o Invisibility
o Detect Thoughts
o See Invisibility
o Levitate
o Mirror Image
o Displacement
o Major Image
o Dispel Magic
o Nondetection
o Arcane Sight
o Tongues
o Bestow Curse
o Contagion
o Dimensional Anchor
o Remove Curse
o Stoneskin
o Hallucinatory Terrain
o Invisibility, Greater
o Black Tentacles
o Dimension Door
o Fear
o Blight
o Symbol of Pain
o False Vision
o Mirage Arcana
o Nightmare
o Persistent Image
o Break Enchantment
o Cone of Cold
o Telekinesis
o Permanency
o Symbol of Fear
o Permanent Image
o Programmed Image
o Shadow Walk
o Tree Seeing
o Freezing Sphere
o Flesh to Stone
o Symbol of Weakness
o Arcane Sight, Greater
o Scrying, Greater
o Teleport, Greater
o Project Image
o Simulacrum
o Ethereal Jaunt
o Reverse Gravity
o Clone
o Dimension Lock
o Protection from Spells
o Temporal Stasis
o Telekinetic Sphere
o Mind Blank
o Horrid Wilting
o Soul Bind
o Freedom
o Imprisonment
o Refuge
o Gate
o Etherealness
o Energy Drain



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So begins...

Amarant De Vante's Story

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 Between the realm of space and time. Where not even light can survive. A tower unlike any other simply floated in the darkness. A being, with ungodly power and purpose would step out onto the balcony as his tower drifted through the void. “It's time I had fun and pushed another world up the evolutionary ladder.” The stranger whispered as he stretched forth his hand. Creating a dimensional door. Slowly his tower would pass through the gate and into a mulituniverse.

It was a normal day in the city. The bar was crowded and the market place booming with business. It was for the most part a golden age, the pinnacle of accomplishment and life. Though with so many luxuries there was little to contest them. Natural selection had arrived. Panic would spread throughout the streets as from out of thin air a giant, floating tower of alien architect made its way over the city. Hovering above the bar. The structure emulated a potent sense of dread.

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 “What do we have here? So much blessings...so much waste. These folk must be reminded of the natural order of things.” Amarant spoke as he slammed his fist against his throne. The tower would move to the right of the bar and land within a stones throw of the building. Suddenly, the space within the bar would bend, though to the human eye it would be invisible. Suddenly as if walking through a gate Amarant would appear. Clad in his usual dark attire. A grin plastered upon his face as he glanced around the room.

Large quantities of foreign energy could be sensed flowing through his body. At the moment his reason for being here would elude most. But soon many would perish so that few can evolve and appreciate the simple pleasures of life.

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 Many gathered together, fist were exchanged and words (Ace and the others). Something of intrigue had transpired within this normal cesspool of uninspiring events. “Finally...” Amarant spoke as his grin curled. The pale being would walk a few steps forward. And pass the energy he had been storing from his feet onto the bars floor. A serious of crackles would be heard as the normal familiar scenery of a modern hip bar. Transformed into ruins surrounded by a seamlessly endless desert. The heat from the sun would beat on the flesh of everyone. (Anyone who is not pussy enough to ignore me)

The change in temperature and scenery would confuse most. Was this real? Or was it an illusion. Sadly either way it would be no different. An illusion that infects the mind to the point of physical reactions and consequences is as real as the bar they once stood in.

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 With hands in pockets Amarant would dance in a circle, twirling and spinning as more energy had begun to build up inside of him.”I felt this place more befitting for what is to transpire. Nothing like sand and desert to strip the flesh from carcasses bone.” He spoke as his ungodly aura filled the air.

“Plus we don't want to damage the bar and there is no one here to hear anyone scream. Here one can die alone. And not a soul would know it. Now how about we continue this waltz?” He spoke in a hypnotic tone of voice. As if his very words were weaving a spell. Something was terribly odd about this man.

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 -Hands demon his horny mango.-

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Walks in and shanks a skank. Just like Ponats told him to do. "Yay for random, uncalled for violence!"

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he wuld toetalli lyke walk into dah bar and sit down.

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-Drools due to no one rping with him.-

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The nazi would come into the bar and yell as he folded both arms behind his back. "We hard you've been hiding jewish Ewoks!" He spoke as he paced back and forth. The new nazi order focued there attention not on jews, but shitty star wars character like jar jar.

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Amarant passed through the multitude, clad in his normal leather trench coat. His body enhanced with cybernetics as he gazed at the Patrons through his amethyst hue. A devilish yet seductive smirk crept upon his pale face as he nested upon a vacant booth. Shortly after his subtle arrival. Multiple trucks pulled up in front of the bar. Soon nearly seventy soldiers packed themselves into the bar. These soldiers were clad in some sort of armor. That was light yet durable. Their faces obscured by their recon helmets. Which permitted on their lips to be revealed, if the saw fit to drink.

Amarant, leader of the new Nazi party would watch as his soldiers went about their evening off rather peacefully. He doubted very much there would be any incident with him accompanying them. No doubt they'd be on their utmost best behavior. Still the silver haired benevolent leader (in the eyes of his people) would sigh as he stood from his seated position. "Attention!" He yelled. The soldiers, both male and female putting their drinks down and saluting their fuhrer. "I expect each and everyone of you to be on your best behavior. You represent the German empire! With this in mind...at ease soldiers." Amarant would melt from their sight and suddenly reappear out of this air back in the table he was nesting at.

In their reality the Germans won the second world war. And have maintained power over the earth through nanomachines and cybernetics for nearly seven hundred years. It granted the fuhrer total thought control, battle control and even emotional control over the people. It made things far easier then using his secret police to beat them in the streets. Well only those foolish enough to contest him. The fuhrer would grin as he lit a cigarette and began to inhale its fumes. Exhaling so that the thing, dancing cloud of smoke obscured his face.

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Between the realm of space and time. Where not even light can survive. A tower unlike any other simply floated in the darkness. A being, with ungodly power and purpose would step out onto the balcony as his tower drifted through the void. “Beyond the illusion of time. Lurks the new infinity.” The stranger whispered as he stretched forth his hand. Creating a dimensional door. Slowly his tower would pass through the gate and into a multiverse.

It was a normal day in the city. The bar was crowded and the market place booming with business. It was for the most part a golden age, the pinnacle of accomplishment and life. Though with so many luxuries there was little to contest them. Natural selection had arrived. Panic would spread throughout the streets as from out of thin air a giant, floating tower of alien architect made its way over the city. Hovering above the bar. The structure emulated a potent sense of dread.

The structure would merely linger ever so menacingly above the Bar as from the Balcony a man could be found descending from the heavens. Clad in dark leather apparel. His ghostly hues surveying the scene as soon as he landed upon both feet. The very life essence of nearby wild flowers and brush would be absorbed by the foreign entity. Wilting and blighting them instantly.

Slowly he'd pass through the threshold of the bar and waltz pass the patrons. Causing a chill to take hold of the air as it seemed to thicken. His arms would fold across his defined abdomen as he nested upon a vacant table. Feral yellow eyes penetrating the normal scene as he waited...

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The barreling of Jamie's gaze would not go unnoticed. Nor would her words escape Amarant's ever so keen senses. his feral yellow hues would avert towards this woman as what seemed like a spell he would weave. One that called her to join him. This connection or invite would not be declared by words. Rather by his spirit and life force. Subtle yet alluring by nature. The Ashlandian vampire would bite down upon his bottom lip.

Her words would phase through the vampire and wrought no emotional response. Anger was something amarant was slow to due to his high tolerance. And rather then confront and disprove her assumptions with words. He'd much rather do so passively with his company. If she'd have it that is.

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Amarant could feel her judgemental eyes pour on him. The vibe it resonated within his soul was negative in nature. As if she disapproved? Whether she did or not didn't matter. This woman, this Jamie Gunner was nothing more then a stranger. as such her thoughts or opinions held little weight. Nothing but cattle in his eyes. Cattle for the dawning slaughter and rapture of this dimension of many. Still for now he'd entertain her one way or another.

But as she made her approach towards him. Amarant sensed Tear's tension. He was wise to be cautious. For truth be told Amarant was likely to kill someone within this bar. This is unless he saw fit to grace them with existence. And much like the girl, amarant weaved an spell of invitation for Tear. For the more the merrier he supposed.

Now as Jamie's spoke ever so rudely and even condescending towards Amarant. The Elder Ashlandian vampire would listen. And allow the cattle to mock those that were infinity greater then her. After all even the smallest dogs yap. It is a basic right. But it is also amarant's right to snuff out her existence if she should prove a nuisance.

"What do I want? A curious inquiry you pose. Were you not the one sneering down on me? Barreling your gaze upon my frame as you cast judgment?"

He'd state with a smile before continuing. "I simply want to converse with you? why? to humor you and perhaps tear down that spiteful wall you've built up." He concluded.

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There were so many ways amarant could shatter her. He could tear her flesh asunder or destroy her very mind. And though she would belittle him for his judgment of her status. In the end she was being a hypocrite. For she was doing the same towards him. But before he could feast upon her soul and fears. Someone would intrude. Though he would make a mental note to dispose of her on a later date. For now his attention would avert from the cattle towards Neutrina. She was brave to approach him without invitation. That or foolish...however admirable nonetheless.

His feral yellow eyes would lock on Neutrina's own mechanical optics as she finished speaking. At first he'd say nothing. But after a brief moment of silence he would reply. She rendered respect to him, and so respect she would receive. Unlike Jamie.

"Yes? What may I do for you." He spoke as a brow was arched. His gaze breaking from her towards Amanda. Grinning as Tear finally made her descent towards him. His gaze shifting from her weapons to her face. He doubted very much even if Tear wanted to use said toys on him that it would do her any good. "A warrior spirit lurks in your fleshly shell. I simply found it admirable is all. And perhaps wondered if perhaps you could grace me with your company. if i'm not imposing of course..."

Proper etiquette was shown towards her for she too rendered respect towards the vampire.

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Amarant sensed his sisters arrival to the scene. However for now he would not beckon her. After all if she desired to approach she would. At the moment he was far too preoccupied to approach her. As Amanda waved towards amrmant in a strange manner the vamparic male would simply grant her a nod as he prepared to reply towards his guests. "If you wish synthetic one, we may converse." He stated before turning his attention towards tear.

"Yes, I am sure though there is more fight to you then your spirit lets on. One day I'd like to spar with you if you ever have the time. Though this is not why I called you here. for now I'd much rather get to know you then cross blades. My name is Amarant De Vante elder of the ashlandian vampires. It is a pleasure to make both of your acquaintances." He concluded.

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Amarant would bow his head toward tear as she introduced herself. Brushing off his sisters gaze barreling down on his frame. As well as her words. Though later he'd confront her about them in a brotherly manner. The reason why he did not shake her hand was simple. He was afraid his touch would drain the life from her. For his hunger was great. And believe it or not he didn't want to harm this one. "It is a pleasure Tear. Or would you prefer it if I referred to you as the Black cat girl?" he'd inquire into.

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Amarant blinked as the robot failed miserably at guessing his species. Though he would take no offense by her assumption. Few could recognize the difference between an Ashlandian vampire and a normal vampire or fairy as it seemed. Even Tear was ignorant of the difference, though soon they'd both be enlightened. "No, I am an ashlandian vampire. We do not feed or behave like normal vampires. Blood is not what we crave...rather we suck the chi or life force from an organism."

He explained while mustering away his animalistic instinct to feed. "I will be fine. My sister is here. When two ashlandian vampires are near each other. We can exchange memories, substance and even will." It seemed that in some regards they were psychically connected.

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Amarant sighed as he could sense Tear's curiosity take hold of her. This was a natural response. Few have seen an ashlandian vampire feed and lived to tell the tale. But before he could muster up any response towards her his sister made her approach. No doubt due to him feeding off of her. "Sorry about that sister. I was hungry but not anymore...You eat a lot for such a toothpick." He said with a grin before turning his attention toward Tear.

"If you wish I will show you how we feed. Don't worry I won't use you as the example. Rather something far less significant..." He replied in regards to her silent curiosity. At this point he'd wave farewell to the tiny robot who he met. He was sure they'd meet again. Only to have his concentration turn towards the vampire crying on the floor whom his sister was comforting. "What's troubling you child?" he asked the elven undead.

He'd gaze at tear through the corner of his eyes as he took the liberty of answering for his sister. "Yes...this is regrettably my sister."

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Amarant sighed as his sister began to sing. Rubbing his forehead lightly. Acting like it was dreadful just to annoy her. "I love my sister Tear. She's the kidney stone I never had." He jested before glancing at the elven vampire who apologized. slowly amarant would arch a brow as his nostrils flared. "She was just turned. You must be in pain due to the rapid evolution. Do not fret it will pass." He spoke, knowing full well his sister would do what she could to aid her through this metamorphosis.

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Amarant knew what his sis was doing before the elf would. However he would say nothing, it was her choice. And he learned long ago how stubborn and prone to violence his sister was when he offered wisdom. Or what he viewed as wisdom at least. And so as his sister rolled around in pain amarant would turn his head toward Tear. Speaking to them all at once. "The pain will pass. She will endure. After all she has dealt with me for many decades."

He stated before whispering into tear's mind. "Echo!" It was his way of informing her that Ashlandian vampires naturally read everyones mind. And sadly...it could not be turned off. Though honestly he wish there was a way to tone out peoples thoughts. So much nasty images have been planted in his head due to this ability.

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Amarant watched as the scene unfolded. No more would he bicker for the elves sake. However instead he would explain himself towards tear who seemed on edge. "Sorry about that. One negative side of being like me is that you can not control whose mind you read. or whose thoughts you hear. It's like the on switch is broken...which is terrible. You won't believe what some people think to themselves. Sorta takes the fun out of life sometimes." He concluded. Hoping to have eased her a bit.

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amarant sighed and glanced towards his sister who seemed to be doing alright now. The worst was behind her. she adapted quickly to the pain. In a little while he doubted there would be any signs of the irritation and suffering it wrought on her body. "You ok sis?" He inquired into before replying to tear's concerns. which in his mind were justifiable. amarant watched as Tear gazed at rage. He began to wonder if his sister was right. But would not voice such an opinion.

"Trust me Tear, I take no pleasure in listening in on peoples thoughts. It is a blight to my sanity and soul. But sadly both I and my sister have little say in the matter." He said as he glanced towards the elf. "Amarant De vante is the name, if you care to you may join us fresh blood." A term applied to young vamparic kin.