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Cespar Wolf-kin

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by XavierDantius32

Description

Cespar towers over normal mortals, standing at around twelve feet off the ground. His impressive height stems from the muscular horse body that replaces his legs. The lean, wiry body is covered in thick, russet coloured hair, very similar to the colour leaves turn in autumn. As his legs taper towards his unshod hooves, the hair turns a snow white, forming the appearence of socks. His legs and rear are well armoured with wolf-pelts strapped around the body, with thick plates of lamed leather armour strapped over the top with hide straps. His torso is well developed, his brawny arms giving him massive strength and nimble dexterity. Wrapped around his chest, is long strips of wolf-fur, forming a makeshift shirt. Hooked around this, is a battered cuirass of leather armour, scarred by a dozen different wounds. His forearms are incased in bracers, worked intricatly with silver wire. Slung loosely over his back, is a narrow quiver of white-fletched arrows, with a pattern of a forest horse and a stag embellished into the leather.

Cespar's face is cast in a regal aspect, with high cheekbones and a sharp chin. His sunken eyes glitter brightly, with a deep amber tint, like the deep pools of treesap. His ears are large and pointed, flicking backwards from his pronounced skull. Cespar wears his hair long, in a tight braid dropping down to hang between his shoulder blades.

Personality

Cespar has spent a long while in the company with the "wrong sort" of people, and has moved away from his humble, noble roots to become a soulless bandit and mercenary.

Equipment

Cespar's primary weapon is his massive warbow, cut from a single spar of a yew tree, from the dark heart of his home forest. The bow stands at eight foot tall, with the power to throw a shaft with the approximate poundage of 400lbs, more than enough to knock the average human from his feet. The Bandit stores the bow unstrung on a long leather holster strung onto the leather armour plates on his flanks. For his typical hunting/fighting, he fills his quiver with a mix of Broadheads and bodkins. The Broadheads are for slashing open arteries and delivering lethal wounds while the bodkins are used for busting armour.

Cespar has great strength and speed gifted to him by his physical form, and adjusts his armoury to reflect this. When space allows, he carries a massive spear, cut from the same tree as his bow. However, the stave is all heartwood, and nearly unbreakble. The head is broad and leaf-shaped, designed to cause massive wounds that will cripple and bleed heavily. The spear is around eight feet long, and designed to be used over-arm, stabbing down at a target's torso. When he charges, Cespar couches the spear against his side, allowing him to transfer the momentum from his charge to the target. At his top speed of 35mph, it can punch through any armour.

For fights that take place in confined spaces, where a massive longbow becomes impractical, Cespar carries a pair of weighted throwing axes, that make perfect short range weapons, and can be used in close combat. His other close combat weapon is a broadheaded battle axe.

So begins...

Cespar Wolf-kin's Story

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Cespar Wolf-kin wandered down the back staircase, checking that the large calibre pistol was still hooked into his belt. He flicked deep blue eyes around the bar, a shifty expression passing across his face. Tonight was not the night to get pinged by whatever military held onto the blue orb of Terra. Under his arm, was a small disk, about the size of a dinner plate, with regular protrusions around the rim. He slid into a booth in the far corner, slipping the pistol from his holster and depositing it in his lap. He dropped the privacy screen on the table infront of him. The device would project an electromagnetic field that would scramble all electronic communications aimed at the booth, along with a powerful void screen, that would block sound from entering and exiting, whilst blurring the view of an outside onlooker.

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The clatter of hooves would ring out through the bar, as a large, regal shape pushed through the low door, bending its knees and back to fit through the human-sized portal. The centaur would tower over the other patrons of the bar, its massive weapons slung on its broad back and shoulders.

"What can I do to get a pint of mead around here?" Cespar bellowed, his voice ringing out across the bar, thumping his ham-sized fist down on the table-top.

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Cespar Wolf-kin glared down at the human, his deep amber eyes meeting the bartender. "Are you mocking me, human?" He asked scornfully, not trying to hide the contempt loaded into every sylable. He clattered across the bar, drawing a pair of broad-headed throwing axes from his belt.

"I would remind you that I have every advantage in martial prowess." The centaur smiled, his narrow face cracking open in a wolfish smile. "So if you want to keep that pretty face of yours, I would be exceedingly nice to me."

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Cespar Wolf-kin snorted derivsively, reaching over the counter to grab a bottle of vodka, cracking the top with his teeth and spitting the cap in the direction of Alex. Careful not to send the furniture skittering in all directions, Cespar picked his way across the bar, tossing a throwing axe in one hand, the other tipping the bottle back as he guzzled the firey liquid.

Pivoting backwards, to look over the bottom half of his frame, he drew back his arm, the muscles standing out like steel cords, before snapping it forward and launching the weighted axe across the room, to bury its head in the dart board. "Beat that!" The centaur crowed tossing aside the now empty vodka bottle.

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Cespar Wolf-kin neatly plucked the axe out of the air with one hand, flicking it back into its sheath with a simple economy of motion. The centaur belched and started unwrapping a long leather bundle hooked to his body. Tentively, with actions that could almost be described as reverance, he produced an eight-foot long yew stave, notched at both ends. Grunting under the strain, he bent the stave with one arm, trapping the other end under his foot, lashing a waxed string along the length.

"As we've entered into this juvenile contest of one-upping each other, I shall bring it to a swift conclusion" Cespar raised his war-bow into the air, producing an arrow almost as long as a man's forearm and setting it against the string. Turning to the bartender, he grinned again. "Toss something in the air, and I'll hit it."

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Cespar Wolf-kin shrugged his shoulders, stamping his hoofed feet and flexing his muscled arms. With an arrow already on the string, it would be a shame to waste it, so he yanked back on the string, a grunt of exersion passing his lips as he ripped the bow back to full draw, the feathers on the arrow flight tickling his cheek.

"Someone give me a target." He wheezed, his olive skin flushing under the strain of holding the massive bow at full draw. "I can't hold her for long."

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Cespar Wolf-kin let out a sigh as the thrum of the bow-string filled the air, like the call of death's mighty harp, as the arrow flew, striking the disk like a thunderbolt, catching it at the apex of its flight and pinning it to one of the massive cieling beams. "I'd get it down for you, but I don't think I can reach that far." The Centaur chuckled throatilly, his deep booming laugh echoing around the bar.

His hooves thudding on the hardwood floor, Cespar padded across the bar, grabbing another bottle of vodka with his brawny arm. "I'd like to see one of you humans top that." He boomed, deftly unsnapping the top of the bottle.

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Cespar Wolf-kin chuckled softly as he broke away from the treeline, his weapons slung in a gesture of peace. For once, the wild, babarian centaur was not here for a scrap. His hooves left a trail in the soft ground as he picked his way into the centre of the ruins, a smile flickering across his face. "What did your people do that was so wicked? I bet I could match it tenfold." The Centaur boasted mightily, banging his fist against his chest in a traditional salute.

"Names Wolf-kin, of the Damanche Wood-Warriors."

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Cespar Wolf-kin yawned, staring down from his lofty height, his back straight, one hand playing with the tip of his bow staff. "I'm a scout. A lesser warrior sent to check for encroachments on our sacred land. You're lucky I saw you, and not one of my Kinsmen. They would have filled you with shafts from afar, and left you for the wolves." The Centaur's tone was sombre, his hand tugging the staff of the warbow clear from its sheath.

"These ruins are part of our heritage, it is said the sky-writers, who lit the heavens aflame used these as houses, sheltering from the elements that they could not control."

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Cespar Wolf-kin let out a raucous laugh, his barrel chest rising and falling like the swell of the sea. "A fine trick. Mages and practices of the magic arts are few among my people, and none of them can do anything as nearly as impressive as that."

The smile spread across his normally stoic features, as he arched the tree-limb sized bow back and strung it, snapping around and nocking an arrow at the appearence of the russian. "I suggest you start running human, or I'll make you wish you'd never set foot on Damanche turf." The fires of battle had erupted in his eyes, the smile replaced with a wicked grin.

"I'm sorry, Avaraen, But I must dispose of this interloper. You're welcome to join me."

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Cespar Wolf-kin could hold the arrow for a while, his muscles bulging like steel cables. He laughed again as the Atlantean stepped forward, his eyes flashing. "Thankyou, Stranger. It would not do to create a scene." As the pair began to converse, he lowered the arrow, trapping it between his thumb and the bow-stave, ready to draw and loose in under three seconds.

As his prescense was not entirely necessary, he turned his gaze to the skies, watching the tiny stars, almost hypnotically. He began to sing softly in his native tongue, a votive prayer to the Gods, in forgiveness and supplication for allowing the interlopers to remain in this holy place.

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Cespar Wolf-kin snapped back to the present, his eyes flicking down onto the russian. "You may stay awhile. None of my people should stray this far out till morning at least. Time, perhaps, for a drink."

The Centaur swet his free arm over his shoulder, pulling down a large hide satchel, raising a clatter as he disturbed his quiver of arrows. From within the large bag, he pulled forth a large animal horn, capped with a wooden neck. He pulled open the cap and drained a long draught, wincing as the traditional Centaur liquor burned his throat and stomach.

"Try some of that." He chuckled, throwing the bottle in Dimitri's direction. "That'll put hairs on your eyeballs."

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Cespar Wolf-kin was a little suprised, but not for long. The Centaur was used to the extraordinary, and this would not be the strangest thing he had seen. Chuckling softly, he nocked an arrow to his bow-sting, and hurled the flask into the air. With one fluid motion, he drew the bow back, and caught the flask in the centre of its arc, throwing it some way out into the grassland that surrounded the ruins.

He roared competitively, drawing another arrow, and passing the bow, which was easily two feet taller than the human, to Dimitri. With a loaf of bread in one hand, he drew his arm back, ready to hurl it into the night. "When I say go, you hit this with that bow."

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was once again suprised that the human could even draw the bow. The string held the weight of a fully grown human behind it, capable of throwing an arrow through any armour he had yet encounter. "Go!" He roared loudly, his booming voice echoing off the marble pillars. He swung his arm like a discus thrower, hurling the disk of bread high into the air, cartwheeling like a firework.

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Cespar Wolf-kin roared with laughter, trotting off into the night. "I have to go, my freinds. I hope to see you again."

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At the treeline, a group of silent shapes appeared, each one twice as tall as a man, with horse-like bodies curling away from heavily muscled torsos. They were all dressed in a combination of fur and leather armour, carrying spears and bows in their brawny hands. All the archers had long, elegant arrows notched to their strings.

A trio of shapes broke away from the group. The leader was taller than his fellows, his hair flowing and white, matching the snow-white fur that covered his lower-body. Beside him rode a pair of black centaurs, one carrying a massive curved warhorn, the other a thick lance made of oak.

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Shhhhhhh-thunk!

The Ivory Stag was hurled from it's hooves, transfixed by a mighty arrow fletched with grey goose feathers. A mighty hoot of triumph rolled through the forest accompanied by the thunder of hooves, accompanying the arrival of the hulking centaur, the equally massive longbow gripped in one of his hands.

"Back off my kill." Cespar crowed, his blunt, unequivocal tone belaying his regal appearance.

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"To the victor go the spoils, don't they say?" Cespar huffed, subtly reaching for the broad shaft of a throwing axe holstered on his upright back.

"I believe that I made the kill, therefore, the best is mine."

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"Perhaps your feral kind should not be engaging in the noble pursuit of hunting if it takes you all day to bag a single stag."

Cespar pushed forward, reaching down from his lofty hight to snatch up the stag, his hand still on the axe at the small of his back.

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The massive yew bow dropped from his hand, his massive muscles flexing as he turned, his hand slipping the massive battle-axe from his shoulders. This axe had been custom made for him by the forge-masters of his clan, and was easily the hight of the woman he faced.

As he was ready to deliver a witty, pre-combat line, a blue shape jumped from the treetop snatching up his prize. "Fuck!" Cespar exclaimed, snatching up his bow from the ground, kicking his massive frame into overdrive, hurtling off at break-neck speed, ducking and diving under low-hanging branches. As he charged, he notched a second grey-fletched arrow to the bow, drawing it back to his cheek and loosing the shaft at the retreating back of the creature.

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"Waaahhoooo! Bring on the chase!" Cespar shrieked, laughing outrageously as he stowed the bow on his flank, maintaining his impressive lead, completely oblivious to the woman behind him, his golden eyes fixed on the silver pelt of the stag, feathered by two of his arrows.

Without even looking down, his fingers moved subconsciously to his other flank, yanking out the broad-headed spear from its leather sheath, tucking the heavy pole under the muscles of his arm, holding the lance in place as he barrelled forward, keeping the point steady on the small of her back.

Digging deep, Cespar pushed himself to gain speed, managing to slowly gain ground on the thing, the shining point of his lance slowly creeping towards her back. All it would take was one stumble, and she would be impaled upon the weapon.

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With a great shout, partly of surprise and reverence and partly of disappointment, Cespar skidded to a halt, burying the point of his lance into the ground, somehow managing to keep himself upright.

He blinked, his enhanced vision allowing him to focus on the bright light faster than the human, and the creature who'd stolen his kill. "Mother Gaia." He intoned with great reverence, slamming his fist into his chest in the traditional salute of his kind.

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While straightening up, Cespar noticed that the girl's grip had loosened considerably on the stag. Although he was intrigued by the glowing star-creature, his pride at the kill, and the need to provide for the clan, the silver stag would be worthy proof of his hunting prowess.

Gunning forward, his thick fingers dug into the limp hide of the stag, grip tightening. Before the mesmerised girl had time to react, Cespar stormed forward, yanking on the corpse with the combined momentum of his forward motion and his considerable strength. She would either relinquish the kill or be yanked from her feet like a rag doll.

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Over the now-silent forest, the whoops and cries of Cespar filled the air as he galloped between the trees, the stag draped across his lower back, the bow was back in his hand. The day was still young, and there were plenty more animals to poach.