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Cenoic

[quote]... Welcome to the Nerami Ceren.[/quote]

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

Description

Name: Cenoic
Title: "The Fallen"
Age: He has power one could not gain in the life of a mortal being. Expect him to be a lot older than he appears.
Gender: Male.

Race: Solemn Immortal.
Home: Who knows?
Dominant arm: Left. But he has trained himself to throw away such weaknesses.

Family: His children; Naomi, Abel and Nevan.
Friends: None to speak of.
Enemies: There are many.
Marital Status: In a relationship.
Loved Persons: His mistress, Kenna.

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Body: He stands tall and strong with a lean build. He walks proudly, powerfully and with no sign of hesitation.

Face: His eyes are the eyes of a soldier, a veteren of war and horrific times. His left eye has even changed to that of a blood red, a permanant mark, a vision stuck in his head of the gruesome things he has seen. His other eye remains a light blue. His ears are slightly pointed, but usually hidden by his hair. His bone structure seems to be in perfect synchronization; his chin slim but not pointed and his expression often stern with pure hatred, or downright bored.

Hair: Straight and long. Once fair, but slowly turning dark.

Armour: Across his torso he wears a plate armour, made in layers of 'strips' a couple of inches thick placed together to form the base of the protection. They overlap each other by half an inch to provide a suitable arrangement between flexibility and practicality. The armour is dark grey, perhaps black. The protection does not span to his arms, with his left being bare and his right wrapped unneatly in white, blood-stained cloth to hide the damage done to it.

Covering his legs are greaves not dissimilar to that on his torso and finally boots, similarly layers and ending with slight points for a nasty kick.

Around his waist is a belt which has large, un-neat tears of black material hanging from his back and sides. From the back left of this belt hangs his swords; which are usually in their scabbards and pushed back behind his arm. The scabbards will criss cross at some point; but only barely.

Finally, he has a long, black, flowing and ever-so-slightly torn cape with a hood that shrouds his appearance. He uses it for stealth purposes, warmth and sometimes storage. Apart from that it holds no purpose, and he will often take it off in combat.

Casual Clothing: Cenoic is often seen wearing the clothes of a nobleman, with little to no armour. He often keeps a sword ceremonially, however. He is particularly fond of the colours crimson and gold.

Personality

Traits: Strong, proud, intelligent and untrustworthy. Cenoic is a man who constantly attempts to play at his opponents weak points, and turn multiple foes against each other. He also strongly believes that a man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a true man, and so he dedicates much of his time to his children and mistress.
However, his nobility is shrouded by a layer of darkness; he came under the seductive power of all kinds of evil magics, and since has never looked back.
In truth, although this man will rarely appear to be as such, he is a powerful overlord; with an array of dark creatures under his command and many powerful artifacts in his possession. He is a strategist, and whatever he sets his sight on, you can garuntee he wll eventually get.

Current goals:

There are many creatures and factions in th grip of the shadow. So many armies and dark knights commanding them... I will have them all for my own. And then I will take what you tried to take from me.


Cenoic's current plan is similar to his original... He wants total chaos and 'true' freedom to roam the mortal plane.

Equipment

Personal weapon: An uncertainly long, thick, chain. It's black in colour; its surface crusted crimson in blood. Out of each loop, extends a razor sharp curved blade, and each extension is on the opposite side from the last. He grips it without a hilt or handle, often causing injury to himself as he fights.

Secondary weapon: A curved long sword.

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Genetic Abilities: A feature most commonly attributed to Cenoic and anywhere he appears, is the plentifulness of blood. At one time, Cenoic could not control sudden gushes of this red liquid from his body, and as a result he often appeared quite wounded. The reason for this due to something that can be described as little more than a "virus". His blood, that is, if any of his blood is truly left, came from an outside source; merging with him at a cellular level, a DNA level, changing significant anatomical aspects about him. This blood not only gives him some very specific abilities, but each individual cell can multiply itself rapidly and by nearly any amount, fueled by his own inner "well" of energy.

This means Cenoic holds the power of 'blood casting', or literally, using his blood as a means of offence, defence and power. The key features of this are:

Regeneration: Cenoic is not allowed to die of any fatal wound. He can be turned to but scraps, and repair himself into a new, fully formed person. The speed of this regeneration is as such that it is visible to the naked eye.

Form changing: A rather violent process, which allows Cenoic to cellularly change the blood within his body into various things; generally the form of tendrils. This is also used for defence.

Physical/Non Magical Abilities: Cenoic belonged to a particular culture of Elves who, aside from their powerful sorcery, were the well-known creators of a swordsman-ship style known as Blade Dancing. Blade Dancing involves an offensively-defensive style, consisting of wide sweeps, spins and dance-like choreography; Cenoic is highly skilled at this. Among other things, Cenoic is also a capable athlete and acrobat.

Magical Abilities: As a commonly attributed Elf, Cenoic spent his early years learning sorcery. Learning to use energy essences from within his body to change the attributes of various atoms, allowing him to create elemental attacks. These are used much less rarely than the other areas of his total power, however.

Sealing Abilities: Upon gaining the title of The Fallen, Cenoic sought to expand his knowledge greatly by learning the arts of his predecessor, who was a master of Sealing Techniques. Cenoic, after years of learning, has come to have a broad knowledge of the subject that is finally comparable to his former.

Dark Matter: How he does it and to what extent he can is a mystery. He has worked on the power over this for years, however; the power of dark matter, also known as true void. Dark matter is what fills the vastness of space, where no other matter is found. It engulfs and separates; it's the reason the universe is ever expanding - and now... He has its power in the palm of his hands.

Dark Matter, when he wields it, is in the form of a black void. It neither absorbs nor reflects light and it literally "engulfs" particles of matter, including individual atoms - no matter what those atoms might be. If something; no, ANYTHING is hit by this, it is instantly destroyed as we know it and continues to exist only as "information".

This is by far Cenoic's most powerful ability and using it can be quite damaging. The risks are enormous, but the benefits astounding. It is the ultimate offense and the ultimate defense as, as far as he knows, nothing can beat it.

Weaknesses: To avoid metagaming, they will remain unlisted. But they do exist, and are not exactly hard to figure out.

History

So what, then, is Cenoic and the Nerami Ceren?

Cenoic is a man who has transcended power and mortality. A champion who underwent many quests and at some point lost his way in the world. He is now a ruler, a "lord of his own estate". That estate being the unending and chaotic Abyss that lies neither in Hell, Heaven or the land of Mortals. A place of purgatory, but far deeper and more lasting.

This Abyss is known as the Nerami Ceren, and is a broken plane that lies on the edge of existence; in the swirling and chaotic fires of wild magic. It is a broken world whose inhabitants are either there on Cenoic's personal invitation, or those who create paradox by not having completed what they were created to do. It is, in sense, a forgotten waste factory created to set right those things neither Gods, Demons or the servants of Death are able, or willing to do.

Long term effects of the Nerami Ceren are madness and the inability to ever find order or schedule. The atmosphere itself will easily corrupt those who are too weak in willpower to fight against it.

Regular inhabitants to the Nerami Ceren include beings from all walks of reality: Lesser Gods, Demons, Souls, Spirits, Reapers, Death Dealers and Mortals.

So begins...

Cenoic's Story

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Cenoic walked calmly into the bar, wearing the same clothes he had departed in yesterday except now they weren't torn to shreds. He made his way over to the counter and sat down, lowering his eyes and folding his arms out infront of him. He had no interest in what was happening around him, they could all die and he wouldn't have noticed in his current state of mind.

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Cenoic wheezed quite suddenly, coughing forwards into his hand on his seat at the counter. Blood gathered in his palm from his lips and he wheezed again. He placed his palm down hard on the table top, dragging his hand to the side and smearing the crimson body fluid over it. He took his attention from it, and over to Cinder and Plures with mild interest. The blood, in the meantime, would begin to strangely corrode through the wooden surface - melting it down until it was hollow.

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Cenoic continued to look around, sniffing a little. "This place... Is pathetic." He said calmly, but was secretly watching and listening to Plures and Cinder. He would try that technique himself, one day. Or atleast use it to modify his own of a similar type. He was big for knowledge, knowledge meant power and he loved power.

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Cenoic blinked slowly at Cinder, blurring his own vision simply so he didn't have to look at her clearly. "Do you want something?" He asked dryly, blood once more dripping from the corner of his mouth. The violent explosion, Plures' deflection of the debree, none of it mattered to him. He didn't even seem to notice it.

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Cenoic shrugged his shoulders rather calmly, leaning back against the counter and ensuring he didn't fal through the hole his blood had corroded in the surface.

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Cenoic slowly shook his head. He communed quite calmly, Unfortunately, unless she told him, he wouldn't know when she read his mind.

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Cenoic tore his way through the ceiling above, seeming to spill down and into a heap on the bar floor along with what must have been a large container of blood. The scene made quite a mess, and once the blood was already puddling across the bar floor and the only drops still falling were... Well... Drops... The blood soaked Cenoic stood up and walked to the counter.

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Cenoic sat down at the counter and took in a shakey breath, leaning forwards onto his arms. He noticed no-one, felt nothing and heard nothing. He liked it that way, where he cut himself off from everything else there and was effectively alone to his thoughts.

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Cenoic lifted his head slowly, his nose wrinkling and eyes narrowing. The moment he felt the burning and registered for what it was he placed his palms down against the table, lifted himself up and then kicked back against the chair to send it into Mochalina.

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Cenoic was luckily coated in his own blood and it provided a basic shield against the heat. It wasn't enough to stop the burning, but it wasn't enough to injure him. He had been through alot worse than that. So he stood up and turned to face Mochalina, blinking cold heterochomic eyes.

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Cenoic shook off the heat and slowly walked towards her, blinking his eyes once more. "So you are back for more?" He asked calmly, "You are a fool. I let you go, and you ignored that most kind of gifts I gave you." He sat down on the booth opposite the woman and slowly shook his head. "I suggest you give me a very good reason why I shouldn't destroy you."

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Cenoic raised his chin with the staff, blinking slowly. "I let you live for a very simple reason." He said calmly, "I liked your performance privately and as such I decided it would be a waste to destroy such a lovely female." He reached his hand for her staff and calmly made to toss it from him.

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Cenoic frowned a little; leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms behind his head. "You are just letting me go like that?" He asked, shaking his head slowly. "Nevermind, I want to get to know you a little better." He admitted, closing one of his eyes. "No woman would ever dare to treat me like you have done, I find that intriguing. Tell me, do you want power?"

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Cenoic "Then, what is it you desire?" He asked, rather suddenly finding himself sat besides the woman instead of on the other side of the table where he was not a second before. "I have very large plans for this world, I think it's fitting that a woman of your status, beauty and demeanour be there on my arm to share it. Don't you? I can give you anything you want."

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Cenoic reached out his hand and attempted to grab Mochalina by the throat, saying simply, "Really? Is that so? Well I guess I have no more use for you then." He wasn't one for games, he would just crush her since he saw no reason to keep her alive.

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Cenoic "You misunderstand the situation. I am about to crush you, I am not trying to be rude like some school child." He said, after pulling his hands back and blocking the staff from touching him with a sweep of his arm. He stood up, looked down at Mochalina and lunged his hand for her neck again. This time he did it faster, not wanting to be stopped again.

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Cenoic laughed at the movements made. He lowered his arm and turned his body to the side, dodging the staff completely. And then, as she sent her foot to his face he caught it with the palm of his right hand. He closed his fingers, sliding his hand up until he grabbed a tight hold of her ankle. He would then lift her up, raising his arm above him. "You weren't saying that last night, as I recall. Now, are we going to stop being violent for a second?"

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Cenoic shook his head slowly as he loked down at Mochalina. "You don't know what you're giving up, girl." He said; casually flicking his arm to the side and tossing the woman onto the booth table. At that he sat down on the seat that accompanied it and shook his head. "You would do well by my side. I need someone to keep me company, and you should feel honoured to be offered that position."

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Cenoic "Oh?" He asked again, lifting his feet up and planting them on the table, before casually patting the seat besides him with his hand in a gesture for her to sit with him. "Then what do you have planned?" He asked, "What are you going to do with your existence?"

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Cenoic seemed to emerge through the wooden door without any effort to open it. He phased through, became intangible and pulled himself through with no physical changes to him except a glowing red outline where his skin made contact with the wood. Once he was fully inside he proudly seemed to glide over to the counter, his feet hovering an inch across the floor and his middle body pushed forwards somewhat from the rest of him.

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Cenoic touched down and reached the counter, slamming his hand down against the surface with such force the wood cracked and possibly his arm as well. But, as usual, he showed no pain coming from underneath the bandages that lay unneatly around it. He seemed to be in a bad mood, or in so good a mood he felt bad. No-one could ever tell with him.

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Cenoic looked around him at that point, hearing about a large sum of money. He then began to decide, out loud, if he should pursue it. "That is a large sum of money... Should I go after it or shouldn't I bother?" He wiped his single crimson eye and turned to face the ones talking, passing a glance at Mahie as he span.

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Cenoic looked around him at that point, hearing about a large sum of money. He then began to decide, out loud, if he should pursue it. "That is a large sum of money... Should I go after it or shouldn't I bother?" He wiped his single crimson eye and turned to face the ones talking, passing a glance at Mahie as he span.

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Cenoic turned his head to the side in a series of three seperate movements, each accompanied by a satisfying crack. Until he faced Assa, with his eyes burning and a trickle of blood running from the eye which was crimson. "Do you know..." he began to ask in a relatively calm voice. "... What happened to the last person who called me that?"