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Cyril Partridge

A chaotic demon, actually kind of a jerk.

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

Description

Cyril is a chaos demon. He is extremely narcissistic, and very selfish. He really likes to mess up people's day.
Being a demon, it takes a lot to kill him. However, he's not invincible. He's susceptible to magic.
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Currently, he's been turned into a gorgon because of a cursed shield that he stole after an explosion in Wing City Town Square.

So begins...

Cyril Partridge's Story

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#, as written by Edelle
Cyril tumbled into the street, landing flat on his tail-bone. "Mother o' Beelzebub!" he growled, standing up and rubbing his now-aching spine. He stumbled over to the sidewalk, leaning his arm against a wall for support. It was too bright out for his liking, so he felt around in his pockets and pulled out a pair of darkly-tinted aviators.
"Thas better." He mumbled, stretching out his gangly arms and rolling back his shoulders. There was some activity going on in the square, so he shuffled over, hands in his pockets, to see what was going on. His eye was caught immediately by something shining in the sun. A polished mirror-like shield. Being a demon, Cyril knew a priceless artifact when he saw one.
"Six 'undred fitty!" He shouted. "That'll look good on my wall, won' it?" He smiled broadly, admiring his own reflection in the shield, much in the manner a parrot would.

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#, as written by Rulke
Watching them both, he said, "Do I hear seven hundred, seven hundred for this amazing piece which many would consider practically a steal. The fact it was once used by a Hero to kill the fiendish beast like the Gorgon makes this thing just an amazing find. C'mon people, 700!" he would gesture and pick it up, and show the object from all sides, to let the sun shine over the piece, creating a wonderful sheen.

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#, as written by Edelle
Cyril squinted at the shield and pursed his lips. It was too nice to pass up. He'd been drawn in by the polished surface, the way light glinted off of it.
"Seven 'undred!" He said boldly, running his hands through his blond mohawk. He patted his back pocket for his wallet, money likely wouldn't be an issue for a while, as long as the price didn't get too high. "Then again," he thought, "I could just steal it."

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#, as written by Rulke
Laughing he watched on in amusement, "Seven hundred from the lovely mohawked gentleman. Do I hear eight hundred, eight hundred and I can tell you are getting practically a steal. In fact I dare say, you could sell this very piece for a sizable sum to any museum in Wing City. So eight hundred, eight hundred go on make it worth your while, drag out the wallets and lets see that cash."

Someone from the front raised their hand yelling, "Eight hundred and fifty, I would like the piece for my art gallery and that lout their will probably sell it for drinking or drug money. So what you say, we end this here?"

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#, as written by Edelle
"Lout? Who's the-" Cyril looked genuinely offended, turning his head to look for the source of the offending comment, "Lout? D'ya even know who I am? I'm a chaos demon, mate! Not a lout!" He turned back to the auctioneer.
"Nine fifty!" He shouted, "And that ain't no 'drug money' neither!" He gazed furiously at the shield, truly coveting it now. Confidently, he straightened out his posture, licking his hand and then using it to slick back his mohawk. "Lout! Ha!" he muttered under his breath.

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#, as written by Rulke
With sheer delight he surveyed the scene and continued to play them all, "Nine hundred and fifty from the mohawk gentleman once more, wow I think this has become personal. Do we hear one thousand, one thousand I am sure so many of you could join in and get this wonderful piece of ancient Greco equipment and apparently forged by Hephaestus himself for the King of the Olympus, do I hear one thousand or am I breaking your banks." he sneered.

The man turned to the mohawk gentleman, and sighed, "Very well lout, I say make Fifteen hundred and I will be sure to speak highly of you to my high class friends. What you say auctioneer?"

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#, as written by Edelle
Standing rigidly, he crossed his arms. "Ohhh that is-" Cyril fumed, clenching his jaw, "Seventeen 'undred! And yeh can tell yer high class wankers that I'm not a bleedin' LOUT!" He was determined now, price be damned. Once something like this caught his eye, it would generally come to blows if he couldn't have it.

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#, as written by Rulke
"Oh my, Fifteen thousand, we are going into thousands people are you willing to lose this chance for the genuine I say genuine Shield of Zeus that Perseus had, are you willing to for eighteen hundred, say sixteen thousand just imagine what your friends will say, showing it off and declaring how last person to wield this was son of a God, just imagine and go on bid up the price eighteen hundred."

The man from before glanced rather annoyed, "Nineteen thousand, I think we can all agree the lager lout rentboy should not even touch or smear his hands over such a piece. I imagine the very idea is disgusting to you all, why not we deal in proper way nineteen hundred and I will offer you a place at my next banquet." he pulled out few bills and held them up, as if to indicate his goal.

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#, as written by Edelle
"Fift- Fifteen.... Fifteen thousand pounds are you- are you kidding me? Really?" Cyril cried out in exasperation, somewhere between a shout and a growl. "No! No no no! This is ridiculous! I honestly can't believe this." He paced around in circles, throwing his hands in the air. He snarled, pointing to the art gallery owner. "This is your fault! I hope your happy because now neither of use get it you- you-" He gave up on words and punched the man squarely in the nose, before storming off to the other end of the street. What good was he as a chaos demon, if he couldn't even cause a little havoc at an auction?

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#, as written by Grahf
He paused, about a block and a half away- yet still watching through the eyes of his agent- "Fuck the timer. Kill switch, I want the high score..that guy with the high bid must be important. You know the drill..max damage. Go for the nuts and make the country cry." Pandemic smiled, bought a flower from a vendor and resumed walking along.

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#, as written by Rulke
"Well, I do believe we have a winner, going once, going twice---" suddenly there was a sound of screaming and horrific torment as there was utter chaos in the square, bodies were strewn everywhere, and their people crying out and begging screaming as their limbs lay mutilated. Blood soaked the square, and every was running about, many people trying to rush and collect anything. Meanwhile Randolph had been about to hand the shield over, but was thrown back, the shield was slung in the air and started heading towards the inner streets.

People were crying out as they gripped their bloodied limbs and try to stem the flow, meanwhile already paramedics and such were hurrying to try lower the amount who died. But it was clear already, except for couple children, one of two, most were either dead of fatally injured.

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#, as written by Zarhara
Explosions turned the scene into chaos, something grazed Lukes arm but before he could even process what was happening tow of his guards tackled him and cover him. The others were on the ground two were dead three wounded. One screamed into a radio. Thats when the squeal of tires could be heard. One of the armored vehicles. drove into the square many rolled out of the way a few dead were run over. The doors opened and Luke was thrust inside. The back of the vehicle was slapped by a guard and it sped away. the tow others joined it as the turned off onto the streets of wing city.

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the sound of sirens echoed as the Fire Department arrived on the scene. "My god!" Shouted Sarah as the fire trucks screeched to a stop and the brave Fire Fighters poured out of the vehicles. "Get hoses on those fires, and get the wounded out of the way if possible! We have to gain control fast!" Sarah shouted stepping out of the lead vehicle. This quick response was Exactly what they had been training for. "Lets get to work people! We have lives to save!" Sarah shouted once more, with a look of seer horror in her eyes, How could anyone do this. She thought to herself as she lent a hand to the other fire fighters.

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#, as written by Edelle
Cyril's vision was blurry and his ears were ringing. It took him a moment to remember how he had gotten to his current sprawled position on the street. There had been an explosion, noisy and smoky. Screams flooded the air, and the chaos demon stood up. Absolute carnage. He slumped against a wall, letting out a gasping, sickening chuckle.
"Humans!" He yelled, to no one, "Gotta love humans! All the demons in the world trying to cause a little havoc, and it's humans that really do the damage." He saw a glint in the corner of his eye. He shuffled over to it, pushing through throngs of terrified people who didn't know what they were running from. Proudly, he picked up the shield, kissing the shining surface. "Ohhh, love. We were meant to be together." He took it into an alley, and that's when his head started to throb. When he reached up to grasp his aching head he felt something- slithering? He dropped the shield in stunned horror.
"No no no!" He yelled, kicking the shield away, "Cursed piece of shit!" His hands went to his head again, his once platinum blond mohawk had been replaced with a writhing line of snakes protruding from his skull. He sunk down against the wall of the alley, head in his hands.

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The Ambulance carrying Alissa Bowen arrived on the scene with a rookie EMS and stopped as the two rushed out to aid anyone they could. "Get the medical bags! We'll need them all!" Alissa ordered her rookie partner, but the sight of a dismembered and half burnt corpse stopped him dead in his tracks causing his stomach causing him to vomit all over himself, "Don't get Squeamish on me now, Rookie!" Alissa grunted, heading over to a man who's leg was violently removed int he explosions. "You're gonna be alright you hear me." She said to him in a calm and warming tone. "Where's those Medical bags Rookie!"

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#, as written by Rulke
There would be sudden commotion as groups of vehicles with Descorp logo would enter the scene with what appeared to be Vampire soldiers, glancing at everyone they would jump out, open the vehicles and pull out supplies hurriedly. A woman wearing obviously Russian uniform would step out and survey the scene, before speaking, "Get everyone to safety and cordon off the street, we can still possibly capture the bastard. Search the surroundings and be thorough."

Meanwhile Randolph having stood up and packed his stuff back through the portal, he smirked, well it had not been his intention for his first auction to be so noisy, but he had to admire the gall of what this group had did. Kids now that was deliciously cruel, laughing he hopped through and the rift closed.

Athena would be helping clear the wreckage, trying to dial Wing City Police Department, "Hey, there been a terrorist attack in Wing City Town Square, countless causalities, send back up. This is Athena of the Detente, we are not trained to handle this, we need more man power, pronto!"

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Character Portrait: Mars Corp. Character Portrait: Luke Sullen Character Portrait: Athena Ivanova Character Portrait: Alissa Bowen Character Portrait: Sarah Locheart Character Portrait: Pandemic Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge
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#, as written by Grahf
The school bus, ignored in the chaos, sat at the curb still. Holes in the sides and a few burn marks showed where it took a few hits from the relative closeness of the children gathered. Pandemic hit the second switch and triggered the secondary charge.

From two blocks away he FELT the shockwave as the bomb loaded buss erupts into fire. This blast was meant to take out as many first responders as possible- the vehicle had been filled with 50 gallon barrels of gasoline and about one hundred pounds of C-4. The blast would be magnitudes larger than all of the smaller ones combined. Parked where it was it would have the added effect of kicking off a chain-reaction in the cars parked where drivers had abandoned them, the fuel tanks blasting each vehicle upward and sending more debris into the panic filled area.

"And that's that.." the red haired man muttered dropping the flower he had bought, moments later he would vanish into an alley way, leaving chaos in his wake. The new arrivals had chosen a bad time to come and help...

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Character Portrait: Mars Corp. Character Portrait: Luke Sullen Character Portrait: Athena Ivanova Character Portrait: Alissa Bowen Character Portrait: Sarah Locheart Character Portrait: Pandemic Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge
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Sarah's eyes went wide as she heard the second explosion go of and spun around on her heels raising a hand in front of her parrying the onslaught of fire now hurling toward her and her fire fighters, saving as many fire responders as she could with the limited time she had, "Bastard!" she shouted.

Alissa was just finishing up a bandage on a injured girl when the second bomb went off. The force threw her back into her ambulance knocking her out for a few seconds, but killed her partner. Her ears were ringing and her vision blurred as she slowly regained consciousness. "What... What happened?" she asked before realizing her partner was dead, "Damn it, and on his first day too." she slowly rose to her feet before noticing the blood pool beneath her feet trailing from a gash in her stomach, "Son of a..." before she could finish her statment she lost consciousnesses again falling back tot he ground.

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Character Portrait: Mars Corp. Character Portrait: Luke Sullen Character Portrait: Athena Ivanova Character Portrait: Alissa Bowen Character Portrait: Sarah Locheart Character Portrait: Pandemic Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge
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#, as written by Marcus
The corporation ship landed and several Ronin and A-12 Alpha units stepped out onto the field of chaos. The orders were given and a perimeter was set along with some equipment as well. "Send the A-12 to search the area and secure all of Terran interests. Clean up this mess at all costs!" A man shouted as he stepped out of the ship wearing a rather strange looking armor in comparison to the others he brought with him. The A-12 Units jetted off to help with what they could by rescuing the lives of those poor civilians who were trapped while the Ronin troops followed suit in aiding in the civilian escape plans they had gone over just this morning.

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#, as written by Rulke
Sensing the impending danger too late, Athena was thrown across, but she managed to use her body as shield for two people, unfortunately her skin was raw with burns. Growling she yelled out, "Everyone get everyone the hell out of here, we can't risk more loss of life---." a sound rung out and she stared as ships descended, sighing in relief, she walked on over to commander and said, "Thank god you're here, WCPD is not responding and we have tense situation here. I can use some of my men to construct barricades to prevent anyone getting out, but I will let you make the choice, I am at your disposable."

Saluting she waited, and sighed her eyes travelling over the sheer carnage, oh god, what had been wrought, this was horrific, and children too. She would hate to be the one who had to tell their parent's about their untimely death.

Smoke and fire everywhere, she needed more back-up her detachment had not expected a second bomb.

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#, as written by Marcus
The man wearing the IF-Power Armor looked at Athena only to nod and offered his ship. "I require you to get all survivors who you can bring aboard this over here and into a seat. More ships are on the way." This man was not going to waste any more time or even going to ask why this woman was here. Several of the A-12 units brought over a score of survivors only to set them down next to the ship while a single Ronin unit began directing those who could walk to get on the ship. "Soldier I need a status report as to what has been going on down here?" The man in the IF Armor spoke up once again to Athena in order to get a mental lock on the situation so that he himself could be more useful here.

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#, as written by Rulke
"I came here, after hearing word of bomb going off apparently the bastard use ball bearing C4s and gave them to kids to carry, then just as we were handling the situation they set off another bomb. No word on the individual but there were people arguing over auction apparently before, and said Auctioneer just vanished with all his stuff. We are suspecting this may have all been a ruse to gather people in one area, and set everything off. Though our information fractured at best." with that she would salute once more.

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#, as written by Marcus
The man in the IF Armor only to nod to her and began to use his psychic abilities to look back into the minds of those who were present so he could see what was going on. Meanwhile a single A-12 Unit flipped one of the cars over to get to a couple and their crying baby only to escort them over to the ship in order to get them to safety.

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Assuming she could no longer be used, she walked over to ambulance, seeing woman lying concussed and bleeding out, fortunately she could keep her blood lust in control, but this person needed immediate help, "Raid get this brave woman to truck and wake her up, we will need her I know that for sure." moving away, she tried to help as best as she could, using her vamperic strength to clear the wreckage, they needed more help, seriously, the square was utter chaos, and people were screaming, sirens sounded and altogether everything seemed FUBAR.

Heading to an officer, she said, "Okay, get me security footage stat, we need full details and get WCPD here. Mars Corporation is doing this out of goodness of their heart, we need the people trained to fucking help!"

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Sarah shouted out to her fire fighters left standing, "Get the wounded over to those ships! then assest them in any way you can!" She then headed over to the now burning remains of a bus and held a hand to it as the fire seemed to spiral around to the palm of her hand and disappear as she put out the smoldering remains. "Damn the bastard that did this." she muttered to herself, "If I find them, I'll give them a taste of their own medicine." One think people shouldn't do, is piss off a Phoenix.

Meanwhile Alissa was now being moved to a near by truck and regained consciousness for a brief moment to note the person carrying her, "Thanks," she mustered with hat strength she had, before passing out again.