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Chet Vyrus

The moon is my only guide... and it is by her will that I Hunt

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by TheEclips3

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Werewolf Form
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Human Form

Chet's Theme:Chets Theme 2
Name: Chet Vyrus
Age:Unknown
Species: Human(mostly)
Place Of Birth: London, Earth
General: Primordial Werewolf(Not moon Controlled, Self Controlled... kinda), Not affected by silver or garlic

Basics:
Human Form:
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 215lbs (He is very dense)
Eye Color: Amber
All Senses Heightened, Strength and Speed heavily increased due to primordial blood

Werewolf Form:
Height: 12'5"
Weight: 743lbs
Eye Color: Amber
In this form he can control his more basic instincts and his actions and reactions to certain extent. Certain situations could be enough to make him loose control in this form but those situations would have to be dire, drastic, or horrific.

Words of Power (Used through Seraphic tattoos)

"Ai reqie mal que sanctum." : My Body is a Sanctuary : Nullifies all outside influences affecting his physical form

"Ai myae mal quet catian." : My Mind is at Peace : Nullifies mental dehabilitations and quells rage

"Ai spiritus mal raisaie" : My Spirit is Forever : Allows the body to remain in a sort of stasis when close to death or mortally wounded, wearing off when the body of affected person is able to support itself

(Any of these words can be used on someone else if Chet replaces Ai with Dui, [My with Your], Or by someone else if they are holding onto Chet's left arm.)

Personal Word of Power:

"Dui aseraeh vai Ai trencia" : Your Wings are My Power : From Chet's back, ethereal angelic wings appear and grant him flight for limited time.

Personality

Laughs a lot. Very decisive. He doesn't associate with many, but those he does choose to call friend, he keeps close. And his enemies, he has none. Anymore.

Equipment

Human form:
x2 .45acp Colt pistols with 14rd clips
A double sided ceremonial dagger

Werewolf form:
What the hell do you think werewolves use....?

History

Chet Vyrus was born in what is now known as London on planet Earth in 427AD. He was born into a life of Shamanism, learning the ways of compassion and the ancient seraphic magics of his culture. When he was eight years old he was sworn into the Sanctuary. And this was now his life, Chet would spend the next few years of his life helping those of the village, healing the sick. But this life style... however, knew nothing of protecting the weak. in 449AD, in the dead of night as the village slept a pack of strange creatures entered into his sanctuary.

Chet awoke to the sounds of screaming, snarling, and the most guttural roars he had ever heard. He took up his staff and charged from his chamber, immediately coming face to face with a monstrous, wolf like creature. Before Chet could react this massive beast sank its fangs into his left shoulder and chest, throwing him to the wall like a useless rag doll. And that was the last thing Chet felt.

He awoke sometime later, who knows how long it had been. He lay under a pile of gore, bodies and tattered rubble. He forced himself to his feet, rolling the corpse of a fallen comrade from his back. He reached for his chest, the wound wasn't there. How long had he been unconscious? He was horror stricken to see his sanctuary, walls covered in blood. He ran through the halls, trying to find anyone alive. But there was none.

With a dreadful fear in his heart he ran to the front door of the sanctuary and threw it open. The sight he beheld caused him to fall to his knees. His entire village was a pile of smoldering huts and piled bodies. The villagers had tried to fight back with fire. In the center of the village Chet saw something strange. He ran towards it, what was this? The body of one of the titanic werewolves lay dead in the town square. And Chet felt a new feeling.... Rage. He almost startled himself when he heard a growl come from behind him, jumping and turning around he realized it hadn't been behind him. He closed his eyes and looked down towards the ground. The growl came again, this time.. deeper, louder, and more guttural. As he opened his eyes his vision began to blurr, sight heightening immensely. He could hear.... everything. The blades of grass waving in the wind, even the soft crackles of a few still smoldering boards. As his bones began to pop, and crack, and grow, he did as well. A thick matted fur beginning to form on his body, nose and mouth elongated into a wide, carnivorous muzzle. He more than doubled in size.

This is where Chet's story began. He spent the next few hundred grueling years alone, learning to control this creature he now was. He would then spend a few hundred more years trying to use his new found strength to protect the weak, only to be shunned, hated as a monster, many attempted to Murder him. So he went into hiding. Living off the land, and still practicing his old ways. But adapting to the new, acquiring more modernized apparel and tools. His seraphic tattoo's, which held an odd blue glow to them since his encounter, he would cover. And his journey begins anew. He has learned he cannot do this alone....
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One day he will have a family..

So begins...

Chet Vyrus's Story

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The door of the bar opened quietly, in stepped a young man, shaggy brown hair being brushed back from amber hued eyes. Chet glanced around the room, this was his first time being in this particular establishment. But he had heard through the grape vine that there was a possibility of recruiting from this 'hellhole', as the man had put it.

He adorned a tee shirt and loose blue jeans. That was about all that was visible to any of the other patrons of the bar as this person, who appeared in their early twenties strode towards the counter. He carefully looked over each person in the bar. Tilting his head as he spotted Simon. What in the world is a child like that doing here? He thought to himself. He would observe the situation further once he found a seat at the counter.

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Chet Vyrus watched the scene with interest. He could tell from the boys scent he was human. The other two had a very odd smell about them however. He stood with his drink, rum and coke, and made his way towards Hal, Simon and the kit. One hand in his pocket, the other held his drink. He stopped a few feet away from the trio and raised his glass towards them, noting the dark man in the back. "Aye, I'm Chet. Do you mind if I join your conversation?" His voice matched his appearance. Not gruff by any means, nor hostile. He sounded as he appeared, slightly young. But obviously out of his teenage years.

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Chet Vyrus smiled, his canines had a very small point to them. "It is a pleasure to meet you Hal." As he finished his statement he took a drink of his concoction, pulling up a chair and taking a seat, he turned towards Simon, "And who might you be child..?" He thought for a moment, "And for a matter of fact what would one such as yourself be doing in a place filled with such ilk and violence?" He raised an eyebrow.

A small laugh abounding from him before taking another sip, "Forgive my intrusion I just find your current situation.. interesting."

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Chet Vyrus smiles down towards Simon, "Hello Simon. My name is Chet Vyrus. And I'm a friend." He took another sip of his rum and coke before placing it on the table and leaning back. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm not going to hurt anyone, I'm actually here to help some people..."

He raised his glass once more, finishing off his first order before placing the empty glass on the table.

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Chet Vyrus laughs at Simon's words. The innocence of a child was a wonderful thing. He raised his hand towards the bar, to order another drink. Turning his attentions back towards Simon and Hal with another smile. "Let us just say, the more people you have watching your back the better, in coming days."

He stopped in mid sentence and sat up. What was that scent? He glanced around the bar for a moment before returning his attention towards Simon, He smiled to the child, "Keep your nose to the wind boy. And know when to lay low." His gaze then turned back towards Caitrin. "Hmm..."

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Chet Vyrus ducked his head quickly as he was 'bopped' by Hal's tail, "Wha..?" He looked back towards the her with a toothy smile, laughing again softly at Simon's words. Raising a brow towards the child, "Well when one so innocent and young such as yourself finds themselves within an establishment of ilk and disease do you expect anything less?" His words rang true.

As he spoke he seemed to trail off, looking back over his shoulder just in time to meet Caitrin's gaze. And hold it for a moment before she turned back to her tea. He turned his attentions back towards Hal, "And your words are correct as well."

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Chet Vyrus smiles at Hal's words, looking down towards Diana he would reach out and pet the small kits head. The fox would notice a canine like smell about this man as he ruffed her fur. His eyes trailed back down to Simon, "You probably should." He said with a light laughter before standing and acquiring his drink. He bowed his head politely to Hal and Simon, offering the small Kit a smile, "We should meet again I would think." He turned towards Caitrin, one hand in his pocket, amber hued eyes looked up towards her as he took a drink. Catching the scent of some... demon it would seem, though the scent was very wolfish as well.

His eyes trailed towards the blue skinned woman before his gaze returned to Caitrin, "Allo there." He nodded his head when he got close to her. It was obvious that both of them knew what the other was. "The names Chet."

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Chet Vyrus smiled towards Caitrin and took a seat in the chair, setting his rum and coke at her table. "But what is in a name.." He laughed, picking his drink back up and taking a sip before replacing it on the table. He had a bad habit of constantly setting down and picking up his beverage.

He smiled to her, tilting his head to the side, "And to whom do I owe this pleasure?" He gestured towards her in a sophisticated manner. His amber hues met her gaze. This close to her he was able to fully take in her scent. His eyes would close as he inhaled deeply, onto to reopen, still keeping her gaze. Left hand, which had bandages wrapped around it for no apparent reason, was wrapped around his glass on the table. His right having made the gesture.

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Chet Vyrus laughs and looks around the bar. Making sure no one was paying attention to them, he leaned in towards Caitrin, "The honest truth?" He whispered, glancing around once more. He leaned a bit closer to her and whispered, "I'm here to start a pack." His voice was low, but completely honest. One could tell in his tone.

He leaned back in his chair and lifted his rum from the table, bringing it to his lips with a small smile towards her before taking a sip. Right hand motioned towards the cane on the floor next to her, "Old injuries?" He questioned. Holding his glass in front of him.

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Chet Vyrus smiled at her words, and gave a soft shake of his head, "Its not as you expect." He glanced around once more, again making sure that no one was paying attention. He sighed and looked down at his left arm, his right hand unwrapping the bandages to reveal a very tribal, seraphic tattoo which had a light blue glow to it. "I am by no means evil. I'm not your average... wolf." He muttered as he re-wrapped the tattoo. Hiding the blue glow.

He picked his drink up once more, "My purpose isn't to destroy. It is to protect. Many see what I have become as a curse... I see it as a blessing. As a shaman I lacked the strength to protect my sanctuary. But as I am now.." He looked down at the ground bitterly. Remembering his past, "I would have been able to do something."

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Chet Vyrus laughs again, he laughed often. "I don't simply choose someone, hunt them down and turn them. I offer them a chance to be able to protect what they hold dear. If they lack the strength to do so themselves. Is there not strength in numbers?"

He took another sip of his alcoholic beverage before placing it back upon the table. "From your tone and words, I am guessing you assume I give them no choice." He smiled, canine's had a slight point to them.

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Chet Vyrus leaned forwards on the table, "Perhaps because I saw within you, smelled within your scent. The wanting to not be alone." He wasn't boasting of anything. He smiled to himself, this woman was just full of assumptions. "Tell me somethin deary." He looked around the bar, "You don't come here much either. Your scent isn't very strong here. Others," He turned and motioned towards certain patrons of the bar, looking back towards her. "Even that boy I was speaking with earlier, Simon. His scent is very strong here." He took another sip of his glass, finishing it off. "Why are you here?"

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Chet Vyrus would laugh at her words as his drink was replaced by an automated tender. He picked up his new rum and coke and took a sip of it, "But you are right. I am here, hunting, in a manner. But not for victims." As he finished his sentence he took another sip and set the glass on the table. "I am hunting for the weak. But only to offer them strength, and unity. And the reason I confide these words within you is I believe you can help me." He smiled openly to her, "You seem wise. And wisdom is always accepted in my domain."

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Chet Vyrus held his hand to the side, "Merely stand with us. Help is find those who cannot help themselves." He cut his statement short and glanced down, "Well... stand with me. For now I am but one. I wish one day for the pack to be many." He sighed. His left hand wrapping around his drink once again.

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Chet Vyrus stopped his words as well when he noticed the newcomer now sitting so close to them. He took another sip of his drink and turned his amber gaze back towards Caitrin, "I do understand your position. And I have been alone for a long time as well. I'm sure you can understand how... we're viewed, in the eyes of some." He held a twinge of regret in his words as he spoke.

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Chet Vyrus shrugged his shoulders, "I would think the proper response would be acceptance." he nodded his head affirmatively, "I would feel accepted. And not so alone anymore." As he spoke his eyes remained on the table, solid and confined. What was hidden in this mans past? In time one would know.

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Chet Vyrus gave a soft laugh, this one wasn't his usual happy laugh. As he did he heard a commotion and a crash as well as something splitting apart. His reaction was immediate, he was on his feet and turned towards the sound. Just in case it had been something heading his direction. His side had began to increase, but suddenly stopped as he calmed down. The man at the counter was rather rude, smashing bar property. Sheesh, he turned to sit back down and noticed the wolf girl was still sitting near them, playing with her ball. Chet adressed her this time, "Is there something you seek young one?"

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Chet Vyrus smiles down at the little wolf girl, "Not just wolves young friend." He said to the girl. He reached down and picked up the ball. He was deciding to test the girl now, so rather than throwing the ball into the bar or off to the side like one would imagine. He instead hearled the ball straight at the wolf girls head.

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Chet Vyrus smiles to Tatsuki, "As I expected." He chuckled. Looking out the window he released a sound sigh. Turning back towards Caitrin, "I will return tomorrow. I feel my time here is running short." He bowed his head to the woman, "Please, take care of yourself. And I hope to see you again soon." As he turned towards the door he stopped, and thought, looking back towards Caitrin and Tatsuki, "You can come with if you want?" He spoke to both of them.

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Chet Vyrus returned to the bar alone. Having left his companion in the den he decided to venture back out into the world. Well, kind of. He entered into the scene of an apparent battle. He kept to the outside edge of the bar as the fight progressed. Amber optics scanning the scene while he figured out exactly what was going on. And weather or not he would intervene.

Eyes narrowed as he calculated each movement made from both parties.

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Chet Vyrus only laughed softly. The scent of fear in the air was maddening to his instincts, but after how long he had lived he had learned to control it... mostly. He laughed a second time, this time audibly. He strode forwards, head held high. And without a hint of hesitation passed directly between Ewla and Mason. Glancing to his left at Ewla as he passed.

Chet wasn't to spectacular to look at. He wasn't heavily muscled. He carried no swords, and his left arm was bandaged. But obviously not from injury. The look in his eyes as he passed Ewla was one of power, a lack of fear completely. "Looks like ya made quick work of the worthless mutts eh?" He laughed bitterly in passing. Making his way to the counter.

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Chet took a seat at the bar. A rum and coke arrived within seconds and was within his grasp. Not making any motions at the sound of the animal's death, no one else could hear the blade pierce the skin anyway. He looked down at his drink and took a sip, amber hues turning towards Mason. "The stench of your fear is clouding the air. Perhaps you should step outside and take a breather eh? Get calmed down." He would chuckle quietly.

Humans... he use to be one. He sighed as he thought, looking towards Ewla without another word to the soldier. It obviously wasn't much of a conversationalist. He didn't care. However the scent of the animal's blood was beginning to wear on him. He was hungry.

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Chet Vyrus turned his amber hued optics on Zekil, "I knew fear once. Many many years ago. Now fear holds no bearings in my life now. The only thing I fear for now is others. And that they might find their own safety without scrutiny." His voice was soft, though he spoke aloud. He took another sip of his drink and looked towards the new man that entered the bar.

He couldn't just speak to any random human, offer them security, power and unity. Most humans would either A. Laugh in his face, B. Try to kill him, or C. Think he's some insane man that needs to be institutionalized.

He returned his gaze to the tender, "What is your perception of fear?"

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Chet Vyrus laughs as it begins to pour outside. "Tis whe I must go when I leave this place." He responded to Zekil's last statement. Though his ears caught the statement prior, and through that he sat in thought. It was a very honest opinion from this demonic tender. And one that made him think, as he not often did on the words of others.

He glanced towards the human that had entered the bar. They were everywhere suddenly. Perhaps the rumors he had heard were true, this would be a good place to recruit. He smiled to himself, watching the blind man for a moment, "Allow me to be of assistance." Came the soft voice from the young male. He stood and walked over towards the one dubbed Jacob, though he didn't yet know this mans name.

As he closed the distance with the man he would offer a gentle touch to the cane, directing it to a nearby chair and a table, "Right there laddie."

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Chet Vyrus takes a seat at the table with the man. Though he hadn't been invited to. Chet was now at work, in his mind. "A blind band member? That is fascinating.." His sentence was cut short, realizing he was speaking aloud. Though he then continued to speak, "Tell me sai, first off, What is your name?" Chet closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply, yes, this man was definitely human, "An also, why would ye want to perform in such a dangerous place? Rumor has it men die here often."

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