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
Arcanon's eyes gleamed, and his book began to glow, "Don't try me, I am not helpless." He replied, "You have insulted me, and you must pay the price." Fire flickers in his eyes, and he begins to float as Mortei gets darker, he opens the book, saying, "Come Mortei, time to arise and scourge."
Arcanon pauses, still floating. His eyes full of clear confusion, "Summon? ..." He trails off, then seems to understand. "Oh, that is rich, he can't even recognize a sentiant magical artifact?" He begins to laugh as he holds his book in front of him. "Behold Mortei, Writ of the Ages and Demon Master, Controller of Fire and Sender of Hell." He says, before beginning to speak in an arcane language. It is soothing and cool to the ears, and any who listen it will try to put to sleep.
Arcanon continued to chant, all but ignoring Ezrael turning into what looked like an angel, fire begins to appear in the palms of his hands, as Mortei floats free in front of him, the chant in itself, while effective, wasn't actually the spell, merely a power Mortei had granted the mage. It is easily tellable that most of his power comes from the book in front of him.
Arcanon's eyes were still unfocused, and his hand curled into a sign, coming forward as fire begins to twirl around it.... And then is knocked out of the air, as usual the mage was arrogant, and hadn't been expecting him to actually attack with magic. Mortei hovered across to him as the fire disipates. He glares beginning to chant again, but this time his eyes were firmly fixed upon Ezrael. Watching him approach.
Arcanon's eyes were still unfocused, and his hand curled into a sign, coming forward as fire begins to twirl around it.... And then is knocked out of the air, as usual the mage was arrogant, and hadn't been expecting him to actually attack with magic. Mortei hovered across to him as the fire disipates. He glares beginning to chant again, but this time his eyes were firmly fixed upon Ezrael. Watching him approach.
Arcanon was ready this time, but he couldn't dodge. As he is pinned to the wall, Ezrael will notice a small smile, as Arcanon holds his hand forward, sprouting flames. The flames are appearing from both behind and in front of Ezrael, from the mage's hand and from Mortei behind him, if he doesn't move he will be caught in a twisting ring of fire.
Arcanon paused, eyes widening as he looked down. He'd expected blood, a lot of pain. But this was nothing like he'd expected. There was something completely wrong about this sword. The fire died, Mortei floating closer. The eyes of the mage actually had a slight touch of fear for the first time. "So what are you going to do now?" He asked, sounding quite confident.....
Arcanon smiles, "What? Really? Is that all? My what a pathetic plan. I actually thought for a second I was dealing with someone worth my time. How disappointing." He stares at Ezrael, daring him to try. "I could incinerate you, then heal it myself, I am not one who can only do attack magic."
Arcanon's eyes were angry, he disliked being breathed on. And this Ezrael was pushing it. "Nothing to fear from me? Try turning into a demon and saying that....." He was angry, yes, he was enraged. This demon thing which seemed to be holy, had him trapped. He'd been trapped by this ... this sword. Of course he was angry.
Arcanon actually laughed at this. He wasn't super strong or such, but he was well built, despite the constant magic use. Before he'd met Mortei he'd had to rely on quick wits and an even quicker reflexes, he was a city kid. "Do you even look before you say things? Or are you just naturally stupid?" He couldn't help but insult him, it was the result of being halfway between laughter and anger.
The book seemed to shy away from the light, but Arcanon himself faced up to the light without flinching. "Is that all you can do with your almighty powers? Light a dim room?"
Arcanon looked shocked, and began to go pale. Ezrael could now see the link between the two, which was, notably, cut off by the cage.
Arcanon was now glaring, it wasn't just dislike, it was full blown pure hatred, "You will pay." He replies. Hands twitching.
Arcanon glared impotently. "No....." is his reply. He was being humbled! And yet he could do nothing about it yet.
Arcanon glared still, but slowly nodded and allowed himself to be moved towards the table. "What does this magic rod do?" He asks, trying to distract Ezrael. For the mage was a street kid originally, and he still had knives up his sleeve and such, he could steal as well as ever. But the thought just occured to him that he might be interested in the modification the Demon/Angel wanted to apply.
Arcanon decided that such implementations could probably be achieved without the pain that Ezrael's would probably bring. He flicks a knife out of his sleeve, hidden behind his back at the moment. He swings his legs up, attempting to slam Ezrael in the arm hard enough to pull the sword out of his shoulder.
Arcanon recovers quickly too, but having pivoted himself like that, not quickly enough. He shifts to the side, only making the sword hit the edge, and although not as effective, it was going to be dangerous. As soon as the sword hits he whips his second arm around, attempting to cut the throat of Ezrael, as he had done to so many during his youth.
Arcanon's smile at having cut Ezrael is quietened by the kick. He rolls back away from him, attempting to stand up and run towards Mortei, sticking the knife into the cage hoping it will cut...