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Cenoic

Once a Dark Elf warlock and warrior trying to rid himself of a curse and disease, Cenoic grew in knowledge and power until he was invited to sit alongside gods as The Fallen.

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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: Once upon a time, he was of a race of dark elves. After centuries of experimenting with forgotten magic, he is something more.
Home: Who knows?

Family: His children; Naomi, Abel and Nevan.
Friends: None to speak of.
Enemies: There are many.
Marital Status: Married to his mistress, Kenna.

Image


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

Face: His eyes hold the hard gaze of a soldier, a veteran of war and horrific times. His eyes are bright, pale blue, but his left holds a tinge of crimson from when an ancient curse had taken hold of him. His ears are slightly pointed, but usually hidden by his hair. His bone structure seems to be perfectly synchronized; his chin slim but not pointed and his expression often stern 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 that have been placed together to form a base of protection. These places interlock and overlap to provide a suitable arrangement between flexibility and protectiveness. The armour is dark grey, perhaps black. Underneath the vambrace and gauntlet his right arm is wrapped in a bloodstained cloth, which sometimes shows through the small gaps in his armour, a thread sticking out here and there.

His legs are covered by armoured greaves layered in a similar fashion to the rest of him, though his boots are thick and leather, only partially covered by metal.

Around his waste he wears a belt, and large tears of black material hang from underneath it and his armour to partially cover his backs and sides. On the left of his belt hangs a long, slightly curved blade of elvish make. Finally, he often wears a long, dark, travelling robe with a hood that shrouds his appearance.

Casual Clothing: Cenoic is often seen wearing the clothes of a nobleman, with little to no armour, though he will often keep a sword ceremonially. He is particularly fond of dark, blue and purple hues.

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 wife.
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 guarantee he will eventually get.

Current goals: None.

Equipment

Personal weapon: An endlessly 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. This chain is enchanted to accelerate Cenoic's already impressive healing factor when it strikes an opponent, and through dark manipulation Cenoic has this weapon deadly to wield unless they possess his blood.

Secondary weapon: A slightly curved long sword of elvish make, enchanted to burn what it cuts with a white and black flame - a flame that both burns and freezes flesh at once.

Powerful Artifact: Cenoic came to be the keeper of a timeless book that holds the darkest and deepest secrets of magic, sealing and reality. Through the power gained by studying from this book, Cenoic earned the title of 'The Fallen', and is now trusted to be the book's custodian and guard its endless and forbidden knowledge. Cenoic never has the book on him, but it is always accessible to him. In addition, the effort Cenoic has gone into making sure the book is protected and cannot be taken from him is astounding and no-one has yet to come close to reaching it.

Skills and Abilities
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Ancient Curse: A feature once most commonly attributed to Cenoic was the bountifulness of blood. At one time, as a result of an unnamed and ancient curse, Cenoic would bleed uncontrollably, and as a result he often appeared quite wounded. His blood became bonded with a malevolent and foreign source, and as a result his body underwent significant anatomical changes; giving him power at the expense of constant pain. His curse not only gave him some extremely specific abilities, but each individual cell can multiply itself rapidly and regenerate by potentially an infinite amount, limited only by his own inner "well" of energy.

Though Cenoic later learned ancient magic that allowed him to greatly slow, but not completely remove, the negative consequences, he remains capable of freely using all of the abilities that the curse granted him. In simple terms, these abilities greatly enhance Cenoic's power to cast 'blood magic', or literally, using his blood as a means of offence, defense and power. The three main components of this magic are regeneration, blood manipulation, and blood elementalism.

Regeneration means that Cenoic cannot die of any fatal wound. Even if cut into scraps, those scraps would slither back together, rejoin and regenerate until Cenoic once more stood as a fully formed person. The speed of this regeneration is as such that it is visible to the naked eye, often occurring quicker than damage can be dealt to him. As a passive ability, it also occurs whether or not Cenoic wishes to use it.

Blood manipulation, a rather violent process, allows Cenoic to manipulate the blood in his body and change its form into various physical extensions of itself. This can be blades, armour, extra limbs, or just about anything that he can think of. These objects can always be seen for their darkly crimson texture, even if physically they can be made harder than steel.

Blood elementalism is the study of using blood as an elemental base for sorcery, and Cenoic has put a great amount of effort into mastering it. Due to its liquid state, many of these elemental spells are similar to those one would find cast by a water mage, though Cenoic's ability to manipulate his blood allows for each drop to harden, soften or change shape at any moment. Cenoic could cast a tidal wave of blood that turns into an avalanche of rock, or a crimson mist that becomes a storm of sharp specks that flay fresh from bone.

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 study, has come to have a broad knowledge of the subject that is finally comparable to his former. In simple terms, sealing magics represent the school of being able to seal anything one can imagine (including objects, magics, or concepts) into a physical object or an extra-dimensional space, which can then be summoned and unsealed at will. It represents an infinite armoury potentially holding whatever Cenoic could possibly need, including curses, spells, minions to do his bidding, weapons, objects, or more.

Dimensional Manipulation: Through his years of experimenting with forgotten magics and sealing, Cenoic has learned to bend dimensions themselves to his will in a limited manner. These include phasing himself or others between realities, or creating strange anomaly such as bending two distant points in space into one, or changing the distance between two locations. He can even experience the fourth dimension, in a limited fashion. In day to day life and combat situations, Cenoic can use dimensional manipulation to simulate teleportation, or even phase into a reality where an attack can't reach him - leaving a decoy of magic behind that it merely harmlessly passes through.

Forgotten and Forbidden Magic: By studying and mastering some of what's contained within the enigmatic book he is guardian of, Cenoic has learned many forgotten and forbidden arts at the very depths of knowledge itself. As a result, Cenoic's power grew to be so encompassing and potentially catastrophic that he was invited to sit upon a pantheon of deities who overlook the multiverse.

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 swordsmanship 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.

History

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, controlling an estate that is an unending and chaotic abyss that lies neither in Hell, Heaven or the land of mortals. It is a place of paradox and purgatory, but far deeper and more lasting.

In his native tongue, this plane is known as the Nerami Ceren, and is a broken place 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 Extradimensional Entities.

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?"

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