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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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Abubis, who all this time chose to simply watch and listen in silence as the more opinionated Gods stated their claims, concerns, and possibly solutions, finally stood from his seat to speak. The Jackel headed God was just as worried about the current state of the mortal world because it directly effected the Gods of Egypt in ways that demanded each and every one of them to be attending this meeting, yet he was the only one among them to show his face. He was sure it was the doings of the ever proud Horus that kept the other Gods away and the more he thought about it the more he came to the conclusion that it was probably for the better, had Horus come himself he would no doubt parade around demanding he be made king of the gods to declare war on unknown enemies, his absence saved them all a headache and allowed him the opportunity to speak freely.

" It seems as though we can all agree that the situation is bad and getting worse, every second this continues Ma'at continues to fade and the powers of Chaos continue to grow, if things keep up the way they are Apophis, the old enemy of creation will no doubt rise again to swallow everything. To put it simply if we don't figure this out there won't be a mortal world save and with them gone we are sure to fade as well "

Anubis held out his right hand which was folded shut but there was a bright light escaping through the spaces between his clenched fingers " However you all are clearly aware that not every one among us can be as easily trusted as others, if the Gods themselves cannot have order among themselves for even a cause such as this then there is no hope for Ma'at. This is my solution " he uncurled his right hand to reveal the Feather of Truth, the sacred relic used in his courts to judge the souls of mortal, if the posseser of the feather uttered even the smallest white lie they would be immediately consumed in flames and that applied to Gods and mortal alike.

" Each and every one of us here must swear a pact of absolute loyalty and devotion to our cause while holding the Feather of Truth, and I think you all know what happens to you if you dare to claim falsehoods while holding the feather, no God is an exception to this rule. This is the only way you will have the support of Egypt " he said as he gazed around the room, he expected quite a few of them to refuse the test out of pride and to be insulted by the fact that he would suggest such an extreme to test their loyalty, but if he could not fully trust them he would not stand by them and he would make no effort to convince Horus to do the same.

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Norman was, to be frank, scared out of his wits. As a mage of whimsy and fate, able to bend Father Time over a bar stool and make him his bitch, here was Anubis forcing him to make a vow that not even gods could wriggle out of.

He was shaking like a leaf. "Anubis, your cause is just. However, my art demands that I possess a certain amount of flexibility in my words and deeds. I refuse this test not out of pride, but out of fear. I fear that were I to swear upon the feather, I would lose at least part of my capacity to contribute to our cause. As for the question about who would stand at our head, Odinson, I indeed meant no offense, and for agreeing to host this little gathering you and your kind have my eternal thanks."

Still quivering in nervousness, Norman shrunk into his seat. Literally. He was soon barely the size of a halfling, reflecting the size of his ego in the presence of so many others more powerful than himself. In any other set of circumstances, he would have been struck down on the spot for demanding that gods get their shit together, and the fact that he was now the size of a faerie reflected his mental fragility at the realization of this fact.



As the voices of the gods continued in earnest the meeting showed no sign of resolution. Points and counter points were exchanged among those gathered until at last Odin raised his hand to stem the voices.

"As I understand it, none propose the bringing of such order to the realm of man," Odin reassured Serenade. "It is to our own kind that we look."

The wizened god leaned back in his throne as he weighed the words of those gathered.

"Cichol is correct in her assessment though," he added after a time. "This world of man that you seek to protect is filled with a great deal of ills. If action is to be taken we must first assess the situation and the depth of Taima's words."

He looked to Anubis. "You would ask us to swear a pact before we yet know what it is we swear to. This we cannot do."

He rose then from his throne.

"My son, Thor, will accompany Taima back to the realm of man to investigate this matter," Odin declared. "If it is ascertained that our kind are responsible for the fraying of the realms then action will be swift."

"You send me from Asgard?" Thor spoke up incredulously. "What concern are these mortal affairs to us. We are gods."

Again it was Thor's tempered brother who stayed his words further. "You have much to learn, brother. Your time in Midgard will be well served." To Odin, Baldur nodded his head in acknowledgement. "It will be as you instruct."

Odin nodded in turn to Baldur's words before waving a hand lightly to dismiss the gathered gods.

Taima bowed her head to Odin as she retrieved her halberd from its place on the floor at her side. It wasn't all that she had hoped to accomplish this day, but it was a start.

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The shanty craft landed.

"I see your test was successful," said a Dark elf, his cloak wrapping around his armour as he slipped into view through a tear in space-time made by his own, elegant hand. "But are you sure you can even control this? So old, so powerful it is. Even I, who has spent centuries in the universe's oldest libraries, scouring the most ancient of tomes, translating the most alien of texts, can not completely comprehend this power."

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"Hold your damn tongue. You are my equal on the Pantheon, not my superior; my brethren, not my enemy. I stand by your side here because in some way, I believe in what you are trying to accomplish." He rolled his eyes as spoke, before shifting his foot against the ground and turning away from the wreckage before him.

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Cenoic made a note to not say Hastur's name again... FOr what followed was a most uncomfortable sensation that he did not wish to repeatedly experience. "Very well, friend. I will take my leave now, I have my own business to attend right now. We will meet again when this plan progresses further. Until then, I bid you farewell."
At that, Cenoic, member of the Grand Pantheon of Deities in the entire Multiverse, disappeared via a doorway that opened with creaking wood... A door that wasn't there before, standing without a wall around it.

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ew why is there sock fluff on my feet

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Daemala simply raised a brow from where she had taken her position, behind the bar. She polished a crystal glass, placing it above in a rack where it glistened among plenty others.

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A pale-skinned man wearing a fur-collared leather jacket and black jeans stepped into the tavern, and looked around at the small crowd. "So, this is Tauvyr Tavern? Not much of a crowd here tonight it seems." he shrugged, and made his way over to the counter. "Pardon me, madame, but I'm feeling a bit parched. May I have a glass?" he said, figuring she would most likely know what he would want in the glass.

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Winne didn't bother waiting for a response, taking a seat specifically across the table from Awinita. She eyeballed the sharp dressed gentleman for a brief moment, raised a brow at the cat, before sticking an audio recorder on the table.

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Kethyr Naethus sighed and went on his way, paying his tab and slinking into the night.

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Winne Rineswurth loudly scootched her chair an inch closer to Awinita.

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Ulrich Paternosta stepped into the warm interior of the tavern. He gave it a quick scan and grunted. She wasn't anywhere in sight; good. There was something off with Ms. Tauvyr as of late. More off than usual.

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Stone and Boyle followed in shortly after. The pair of vampires sort of taking in the sights of a rather rich looking drinking hole. "Nice. Nice. Hey Stones! They got the nice chairs! Take a peep at them!" Boyles made his way over to a table. A chair with rich velvet cushions that he ran along his hand. "Look at that. Feel that. Good right?"

Stones followed in not even giving the chair a look.

"Ish fine." He said bluntly. He moved to the sight. Taking in a strong nostril fill of something. Hm.

"That one." he pointed to a bottle behind the counter. A cup? "No. That one." The whole bottle? Okay... He uncorked it and began to drink it very greedily.

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Deliveries to the Tauvyr Tavern were more regular with the new ownership of Fantasma Vineyards. The bottles were stocked and varied though many of the labels familiar some a more threatening make. Labels with letters that squirm and images with unsettling angles. One such bottle festooned with the dual masks Sock and Buskin sported others etched into the glass. Though these of anguish and horror if one should peer closer. Perhaps a warning for its label 'Thousand-Faced Wine' that said little else of its make than bottled in Fantasma Vineyards. A cigarette alit behind the bar though the embers fell first out of memory than the light of one's eyes. A bit of red ash falling in life before the eyeless grin of Ebrabbos underneath her wide brim hat and thick cloak. Long hair pours from under her hat to float past her shoulders as locks snake around her shoulders as to threaten by rising there. Though the eyes obscured beneath her hat their ill-defined shape inviting one to stare too close as they stared back. The cigarette in her mouth flared but never burnt down as she unpacked a box of wine from behind the counter.

"Careful now, " the tone lost about some unclear sarcasm, "There are so very many faces of regret that deep in a bottle of wine."

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Stone and Boyle were now separated. Boyle was now at the side of Ulrich beginning to get comfortable in this soft velvet chair. A wide grin as his shark like mouth slowly blended back into a row of normal teeth. "Blimey! This is delux ain't it!?" He asked the other vampire. Before he began to speak again. "Look. The two of us are on a hunt. But not to cause trouble. Stones can be a bit violent. He comes from a violent times you know?" He told the other. "We are looking for a criminal. Or someone close to that."

Stones was at the bar. He drank half of the bottle and was surprised that the alcohol actually had some affect on him. THe huge man now turned to the stranger. He looked to her fancy hat. He nodded. "Good fashion." He told her at first. "We both know this is not wine."

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"I half think he's a bloody caveman sometimes. EH?" Boyle asked the other with a laugh.

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Stones Acute hearing picked that up. And without even missing a beat CHUCKED a rather dull tankard right at his noggin. Knocking the other mercenary over the chair. "Ah! Sorry! Sorry Stones! Common! Just a bit of fun!" He uttered

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Ulrich Paternosta hitched his pants and settled into a velvet chair himself. He listened close to Boyle. Ulrich asked, "Hunting who, or what? If'em any danger to the Hollow, best be on the hunt, too."

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Ulrich Paternosta shook his head as the tankard bounced. If the lady of the house was here she'd shit a brick.

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Stone and Boyle regathered back at the table. Stones standing there while Boyle got back up. Stones stood there as he handed the etching back to Boyle. The other vampire had been better at talking. Most times. Unless they wanted to frighten people. Stones was much better at that he felt.

Boyle handed the other a etching. An etching of a man done in charcoal. The likeness was very well done. Man in his forties, very long slant nose. Dark hair. Short cut. Very fierce looking eyes. "That is who we are looking for. And trust me he is dangerous anywhere we gather." He told the other Vampire.

"This shit gets powers. What does he do? Immediately what most shits start to do. Start to think he's a bloody god."

The visage was of a vampire in circles called Feastus. A Vampire that had started a sanguine cult installing him as their living deity. "But most of these shitheads don't try to bother the established covens... So we got the call."