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 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...
Arcanon's smile at having cut Ezrael is quietened by the kick. He reaches up, attempting to pull the sword out, then using it to stand, turning to Ezrael. "I told you not to underestimate me."
Arcanon's smile at having cut Ezrael is quietened by the kick. He reaches up, attempting to pull the sword out, then using it to stand, turning to Ezrael. "I told you not to underestimate me."
Arcanon looked at him with a flat stare, then turns to try and open the cage of light, with a scalpel albeit. Fire coming from his fingers as he attempts to destroy the cage, even if you don't count magic, with Mortei cut off from him he is weakened.
Arcanon grits his teeth, ignoring Ezrael as he fought the cage, attempting to free Mortei. Without the book it wouldn't matter if he could run fast or not, for Mortei being killed would kill him. So he stood there, working on the cage even as Ezrael summoned his monster.
Arcanon needed no more than that, as soon as a hole was made the reconnection between the two was established. He turned around, his face no longer pale, his eyes flaring to full crimson once more. "Run?" His voice dripped disdain, "Only cowards flee." He holds up his hand, Mortei opening behind him, pages flipping as if someone was desperately trying to find a certain entry. The arcane words once again forming in his mouth, with that same warm wind feeling, causing calm and sleepiness. "Istar, Eilmon Ulier." The echo joining the monsters scream as he watches it approach with a smile.
Arcanon's hand flicked out, light suddenly flickering from the book. "Monster of the Netherworld, do you wish to destroy he who uses you for his own purposes? Do you wish to be free?" Despite the fact that he is talking normally, the mages words take on the same soothing quality as when he is casting. His eyes seem to glow, although he didn't seem to finish his chant. Interrupting it to talk with the monster.