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.
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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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 "Well," he began, wiping his hand down his trousers. "I am dying, if that answers your question." He closed his eyes a little, beginning to rest. At the time it didn't seem like it, but the earlier fight, however small, had taken a serious toll on his body.
Cenoic suddenly opened his eyes in shock, retching and gasping for breath. At first he reacted horribly with the ball, but as his cells changed and began to accept it for what it was, they allowed the ball to heal Cenoic. Not only that, but they healed the most inner of his wounds, the ones that he didn't even know existed. He felt alot better, suddenly, as if he could jump five miles in the air and survive the landing. "That was... Surprising..." He admitted.
Cenoic "We share a mutual attraction to power." He said calmly; folding his arms so he could lean forwards onto the table. "That is the way in which you being half dead interests me." He knew it made no sense, and it wasn't supposed to. He just closed his eyes and mumbled a little. "What are those chains? Knowing Cinder, they are magical and cannot be broken the 'usual' ways..."
Cenoic reached out for the chains with his hands and casually began to pull them apart in the hope of ripping the metal completely. "But for now, what do you plan to do? I heard you were going to 'renounce' your ways, or something... What does this mean?"
Cenoic "I would have happily placed you under my protection, but it seems you don't need it. I am not just a man who seems to make everyone turn against him, at one time I was a king and lord of my own estate, a great general... I have influence in the world and my house is one of the safest places on the planet." He took in a deep breath and groaned a little, wondering how much longer he would last. He hadn't slept in days and was only just managing to stop himself from nodding off.
Cenoic "It isn't supposed to." He answered calmly; opening one of his eyes. "Attraction, that's all... It's as simple as that."
Cenoic left also, except he dissapeared rather more suddenly and left no smoke behind. He simply vanished.
Cenoic bent down to step out from under the fire place and pulled himself through the flames, into the room. He stood up and began to brush soot from his cloak and onto the floor. He then made his way to a table in the corner and sat down; immediately closing his eyes.
Cenoic unwound one of the bandages from his arm and rewound it around his head. He covered his eyes and his ears, for reasons that were probably as strange as him. Once that as done he relaxed a whole lot more and lifted his feet on to the table.
Cenoic began to rub at the eye area of the bandage. He rubbed lightly and with the tip of his finger and shuddered. It began to seep through, two red areas appearing on the white bandage exactly over where his eyes were.
Cenoic turned his head to where the familiar voice came from and wrinkled his nose a little. A trickle of the crimson liquid now appeared from underneath the right side of the bandage; running down his cheek and dripping from his face like a tear. "And I always will be bleeding. It's a regular occurance and I stop it when I can."
Cenoic "I was mortally wounded once, and a certain powerful being bound me to my body using an ancient art of power that resulted in what I am today." He said; taking in a deep breath. He slowly unwound the bandage from his head and wiped out his blood-shot eyes using the clean, whiter parts of it. He then wound it slowly around his arm, where it is usually kept. "What is happening with the book?"
Cenoic "If I cannot understand the contents, as I was told, then I need you to keep it. We are in this together, I need you as much as you need me." He said; looking down at the woman with a small frown. "Stand up and sit besides me, the floor is no place to lay."
Cenoic slowly shook his head and folded his arms across his chest. "I have no need to learn a language when you are here." He said once again, perhaps out of pure laziness. He didn't see the point of going through months of lessons to learn a forgotten tongue when he had a woman who could speak it ready to be put under his thumb. "And to answer your last question..." He said; shrugging his shoulders. "I have not heard of this 'forbidden fruit', or atleast, I am quite sure the one I am thinking of is not the same as yours."
Cenoic "I do not care how it is achieved." He began rather calmly; turning his head to face her. "I do not want domination, to rule my own land. I do not want power, I already have it. What I want is a world where I can take what I want and who I want and do what I want without any 'law' telling me otherwise. A free world, even if chaotic, is still free." He slowly lifted one of his hands; aiming to trail his fingers down the side of the womans face to test if she would flinch at the touch of someone so sinister. "It may be an evil world, but it would be my world."
Cenoic nodded his head slowly and curled his fingers back into a fist. "In a way. I want to be untouchable, indeed. But I would leave the rest of the world unless I wanted something from a particular aspect of it." He said casually. "I would leave the world to fend for itself, to regrow if it had to. Nothing lasts forever, I would simply enjoy the freedom whilst I could. But." He turned away a little and lay his head down into his arms, which were folded across the table. "If I have to do it alone, then I am not going to bother at all."
Cenoic nodded his head. "Being alone is much more painful than being pierced through the heart with a blade..." He said casually; letting out a small yawn. "What is the point of being untouchable and free if I have to do it on my own?"
Cenoic suddenly dropped his head an inch or so, causing his hair to fall down over his face as he retched blood up onto the table. There was little of it, but when it was done he wheezed and struggled to regain a breath of air. "So what is your plan?" He finally asked; his voice grovelly and broken.
Cenoic "Then that is another reason for our partnership." He said; lifting himself up and falling back down against the chair rest. He began breathing heavily again, but slowly began to calm down. "This doesn't happen all the time," he pointed out slowly, "It's something that happens after using power or fighting. So don't become paranoid that you will get blood on your clothes..."
Cenoic "I never knew what you were in the first place, which is why you're so... Intriguing." He said with a strange snigger; leaning back down in his chair. "There are not many women like you, and I can happily say I would rather change the world with a woman who dares to act as you do. Instead of the shy, goody-goody females who seem to be flooding the entire planet."
