His crimson eyes are cold, and seem to cut into your soul.
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Arcanon
Arcanon enters.
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Alasund
Description
About middle height and of slim build, this 21 year old mage has a mostly black cape and robes, his black hair pulled back in what can be loosely called a ponytail.
His crimson eyes are cold, and seem to cut into your soul.
His crimson eyes are cold, and seem to cut into your soul.
Personality
Cold and calculating, Arcanon is more like a scientist than a Mage, and his approach to anything is an interest in dissecting it to find out just what it is that makes it run like it does. Some say he's done this to magic, but no-one knows. Other than that he helps out the needy, but the higher up people he doesn't help, as he reckons anyone that far up in the world can help themselves.
Equipment
A book that powers his magic, sentient, and the cloak that is fire/acid resistant.
It is partially resistant to laser as well.
History
It is unknown where exactly he was born, it is only known that he was born into poverty, and had to work himself up in the world. He was helped by a sentient book that taught him how to use magic, and fuels his spells. Essentially he is a two man team, but few expect Mortei to actually communicate, it is unknown whether he can communicate to anyone else then Arcanon.
So begins...
Arcanon's Story
"Many stages." With a blank reply look that spoke clearly of 'Do you really think we could do it in one go without an extra power source?' "When you're ready to begin, then, sir Paladin, we can."
The setting changes from Wing City to Main Street
Arcanon stood close by, once again in the area. He still hadn't broken himself away from it, he still hadn't severed the ties with the tower... But what took his attention at the moment was the fortress that would be made. The foundations intruiged him, as he still had no true idea as to the exact plans... All this was tinged with a slightly irritated look, although from what, there was no way to tell.
A repeat of what he had said when they destroyed the warehouse by accident. Arcanon wondered what he truly felt about it, as whilst they had kept to the title 'Adversary', there was always a hint of that rivalry that they both had known when they first met. He was still unsure what to think about the step away from the rivalry... But he nodded his head, waiting to hear. His own mixture of feelings was second to making sure everything continued as planned.
An eyebrow raised in what had previously been a gesture of mockery towards Ezrael, but what was now only a gesture of interest. "Curious. That is a very good word for it." Is all that he says.
Then the eyebrow raises further, changing the expression to one of surprise. "How can anything surpass all three powers combined? The mage would have to be an Ancient." The last comment was half to himself before he waves his hand. "No, no questions." Except for about something completely different that can be brought up at a later time. It would easily be obvious to Ezrael that something else preoccupied the other Mage's thoughts.
Nodding in understanding, Arcanon watched Issyl carefully. This one had found a way to cheat death, and so lived on so long that he had mastered his art. For anyone that had bypassed the five hundred years of life as a mage, their mastery, no matter their power level, would be quite high...
"Greetings." He comments to the new arrival, speaking courteously. There was, however, something dangerous in the voice and posture.. Arcanon wasn't comfortable with the new member...
"Greetings." He comments to the new arrival, speaking courteously. There was, however, something dangerous in the voice and posture.. Arcanon wasn't comfortable with the new member...
A laugh was quickly smothered behind Arcanon's grin, the grin which had so many times mocked the other. The memory of Rahal's young form was clear, and the similarities in Arcanon's mind was just hilarious.... So he grinned ever so widely. "Don't let me hold things up."
"Well...." The comment trails off as, for the first time in nearly fifteen years, Arcanon has been left speechless. Issyl's comments had completely taken him by surprise, even knowing that the other was a time mage. And, after groping for a few seconds internally, he finally spoke. "An .. interesting person."
"Your father." The comment brought back the slight preoccupied look back to his face. "Is he one Drakus?" The question seemed idle, and Arcanon seemed to act as if unconcerned, but if Ezrael concentrated, he would easily sense the tension behind the question.
"Why do you think someone will try to kill him?" He asks, tensed still. So, that answered a few questions that had been lurking around in his mind. He wasn't sure if he didn't want to try killing him now...
Then there was a little more. The eyes went just a little darker, the hand began to caress Mortei. "So, do explain what your other half failed to inform me about."
Reaching out his hand, the runes swarm about his body like an angry swarm of wasps. There was something darker than what Ezrael had faced when last Arcanon had used his power nearby, not that this second half would know... Binding marks sped towards the figure that was about to leave, as if to tie the boy down with ropes of runes. "Tell me what you do know, then."
Arcanon grinned, widely. "D'you really think so?" He asked as he moved up closer. "Do you really think that I would refuse to act because of how Ezrael the elder would react? Hah. More the fool that you are. You don't realise that it wasn't I who asked help, but he who came to ME for aid when something was beyond him. And I only work with him for mutual benefit."
His hand reached out, behind the eyes Mortei exulted as, for the first time in a while, the rune mage drew on the book. "You will speak or I will force you to."
His hand reached out, behind the eyes Mortei exulted as, for the first time in a while, the rune mage drew on the book. "You will speak or I will force you to."
"I want to know what it is that Ezrael hasn't told me. I don't give a damn what he hears." The runes were definitely in the shape of something sharp in his hands as he looked down on the kid.
"Why does he want to destroy his father?" The others he knew about already, it was this that he didn't know of.
It only took a flicker, a small flick of his wrist, and the thin line appeared on the cheek, as if by magic. "And yet, having his son in the same body would protect him more from Drakus than, say, an Arch-Demon. While the potential for removing him would be there, it wouldn't be a convenient happening, or something able to be achieved easily by someone with dragons. And also. Don't. Insult. Me."
"Wrong little boy." Another flicker, but this time the blade stopped just short, touching cool steel, created by runes, softly against his other cheek. "Ezrael needs to be alive. I can hurt you as much as I want without any worry."
"Sure." The wrist flicks, leaving another small line, both perfectly parallel. "He needs me as much as I need him. I do have the power to defeat him if necessary, as I've already proven to him once before. He wouldn't attack me, merely because he needs me. But you, you are a pain. Are you going to tell me anything more you know, considering you also know about the tower and what it needs to open, I'm assuming you're not letting all of it on?"