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 "Yes, it could." He said casually. "But what exactly did you have in mind?" He turned slowly on the seat so his back was pressed against the wall. He then lifted his legs and placed them across the seat so his shoes were only a few inches away from Kennas leg.
Cenoic raised one of his eyebrows and held out a palm. The zombies that ran at Kenna would be stripped into ribbons as if nothing had happened, due to five small yet sharp tendrils sprouting from his fingers and shooting towards them. The moment they were dead, the tendrils whipped back into his body. "Yes, it is. What are you getting at...?"
Cenoic did not follow Kenna, but even as he began to fiddle with some small object in his hands and began to do his own thing, he constantly watched her from the corner of his eye. His tongue quickly licking his bottom lip. He was still expecting an answer from the woman, because when dealing with someone as intelligent as her it was best not to follow one answer and hope that was correct.
Cenoic continued to watch Kenna, not daring to take his eyes from where he could see her in the periphery of his vision. He had a grin constantly on his lips, whilst his hands ran a finger tip along the edge of a small cult symbol hacked out of a sheet of metal and placed on a chain to create a necklace. The symbol itself was a series of two crows, each facing away from each other whilst a two headed snake coiled around them both.
Cenoic peeked over the back of his chair and examined the remains of the zombies that seemed to be all over the bar. He smirked and rose from his seat, heading to the counter where he seated himself and ordered a strong drink.
Cenoic 'I hope you're not going to turn into a goody-goody girl on me...' He spoke to Kenna, creating a link that connected their mentality to one another in a secure and slightly more dangerous way than how one would usually use telepathy. He sipped his drink calmly; closing his eyes.
Cenoic sat down at Bowpurity and Kennas table after a short but quick walk to get there. "You never answered my question." He told the woman calmly; whilst simultanaeously waving a greeting to the other man sat there.
Cenoic flipped off Diana and stood up. He did not join Kenna in the rafters, instead he wlaked to where he was almost directly beneath her and looked up so he could communicate. "Oh, I am. But unfortunately I am so intelligent that the intelligent thing for me to do would be to pretend i'm unintelligent, which means you will have to act like I am not half as intelligent as you think I am, and tell me." His eyes flicked to Bowpurity as he was adressed, but didn't answer him.
Cenoic "Then the intelligent thing for me to do is to take into account that you are not what you seem and that even though we are in a mutual partnership I should not trust you. Therefor, I shall continue this conversation until I pry out a reliable answer which I can trust is not you being... Decietful." He jumped up; grabbing onto the rafter right besides the woman with his left hand. Using that one arm he pulled himself up and settled down besides her.
Cenoic "My plan?" He licked the back of his teeth and poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. "My plan was to have you stand by my side when my, or our, ambitions are completed. But... You may be a little... Untrustworthy." He grinned sinisterly. "Your intelligence is on par with my own and for that reason you are very dangerous..."
Cenoic "Exactly." He said; laying against the rafter on his back and allowing his right arm to hang loosely over it. The bandage that was wrapped around the arm loosened and hung even lower from there. "It would be so interesting..." He mumbled; taking in a sudden, sharp breath. "So... Is that what you were suggesting? Have I finally got through your wall of wit and to the seed of the apple?"
Cenoic "Nevermind, I am more interested in discussing our next steps." He said as calmly as ever. "You have the book, don't you? What are we going to do next?" He looked to her for answers; seeing as she knew what she was doing. He was excited at the thought of getting a step closer to his ambition, he could barely wait.
Cenoic "Before I make any sort of plan," he began as he blinked curiously up at her due to how close she was. "I need to know exactly what the book is, what's in it, how we can use it, and other things. I do not make a move without thoroughly examining all options, so that the move I make will bring me closer to victory."
Cenoic did not react, he simply stared at her. He was perfectly comfortable with the scenario and lifted two fingers to run down her hair. "The simplest way to achieve it would be simply to cause chaos... War. I don't plan on taking part in it, but a few nudges and shoves to set the cogs in place and get the clock ticking will do no harm to either of us. If you would stand by my side as we tried to enjoy our own freedom, no matter what that freedom involves, I think the first thing to do is to take any kindo attention from us." He smiled a little and dropped his arm again. "Two or three strong governments can stop us, but hundreds of smaller ones can't..."
Cenoic was somewhat similar to Kenna in that aspect. He was not one to completely ignore love, but should he fall for someone he would not show the typical signs. He would not take a bullet for her, or grieve should she be killed. Infact, he would treat it as a minor inconveniance, perhaps only going as far as admitting he missed her company. "First course of action..." He said; staring up at her but not moving anything apart from his speaking lips. "Is to see how that book can help, and to what extent." He was, secretly, doing exactly the same as Kenna. Not only was he working with her, but he was attempting to get her under his thumb for his own personal uses.
Cenoic laughed at the way she dissapeared. She was difficult, as difficult as him, and if not, more difficult. "Until a later date then, Darling Kenna..." He said; giving her a title only after she had gone. He had a sarcastic ring to his voice and without a second glance around the room he jumped down and made his way upstairs, where he planned to stay the night.
Cenoic was sat at a table, playing chess. How he got there was unclear, or why it was so hard to notice him for those who didn't already know him well. He moved the pieces around the board, not just his side, but the opposing side also, despite the opposing side not existing.
Cenoic tilted his head up to Kenna. "This is that later date then, I guess?" He asked calmly; not answering the womans request to join the game. He didn't mind, either way, for he could memorise quite easily where the pieces were on the board and copy it at a later time to continue what he was doing. "I have done some thinking, since the last time we spoke."
Cenoic "You were trying to seduce me." He said quite calmly; moving his next piece almost perfectly after only a few seconds of looking at the board. "For what reason, I don't know, but I have a feeling your intention must be... Deceitful, otherwise such tactics wouldn't have been employed."
Cenoic moved the piece out of the check position and nodded his head. "It's my demeanour. I have no reason to lie to you." He pointed out calmly; rolling his tongue along his bottom lip. "So tell me, what were your intentions?"
