Description
There was a Wheel to be turned for this mortal who spoke against them...Species: Human
Race: French
Sex: Male
Age: 34
Height: 6ā2
Weight: 210lbs
Eye color: Gray
Hair color: Gray
Skin: Obnoxiously and grossly tan
Alignment: -
Occupation: Multiverse Enforcer
At 6'2 and weighing 210lbs, he's no push over. His black slacks fit easily over his long legs and his chest slightly bulges from his collared gray T which is also pushed wide outward by Din's broad, muscular shoulders. He is the butt of many jokes due to his gray brows and hair. The accompanying gray eyes add to his ghostly stare.
On the top of subject's forearm is an all too familiar emblem (the Gateway icon). The seal of the Higher Lords was marked on his body in plain, black ink, signifying his position.
Personality
"...Child, you know not the tortures which await you. I say come, try, and fail as those before you have... As those beyond you will..."
Characteristics: Best described as chaotic. His immaturity can be mistaken as mental instability, which lends credence to his chaotic nature. Thought patterns resemble that of an angsty teenager. His quirks are plentiful and sporadic. No general trend has been observed in his pet peeves, though patterns do exist. His reactions to said pet peeves are infantile. Even the slightest annoyance can ignite volatility. Because of this, a proper alignment cannot be established.
His speech is dead-pan and perhaps off-the-wall, but there is more to his words than only face value.
Despite his occupation which should ordinarily deliver with it a classification of Face or Super Face, his brash nature leads many to consider him to be a shame to his title and, for all intents and purposes, crooked.
His overall demeanor is angry; intimidating to the meek and friction to the bold. Brusque as he is, he does not consume alcohol.
In short. Dinaeus Remey is a loose canon.
Equipment
"I hope," Dinaeus began calmly, a subtle indignant tone slowly rising as he turned from his seat to face the monster, "...you've made your last testaments." A piece of the bar counter snapped in his vice-grip. He rose to his feet. "Because I'm going to break your [[i]bleep] skull."[/i]
Skills:
Having traversed many lands in many times, Dinaeus has learned to cope with the difficulty of survival in a world with āotherā types of beings by becoming an expert acrobat and hand-to-hand combatant. Although he is proficient in the use of bladed and projectile weapons, they are not his chief choice of weaponry.
Wherever it cannot be avoided, Din can harness the power of what is cryokinesis at face value. His prowess is quite rudimentary.
Contrary to popular belief, Din has an angelic singing voice and a good ear for music.
History
"...shall this mortal choose a path and render the one I have set for him asunder?"
-Fate
Traversing many planets and time periods, Din is a wanderer; collecting skills, knowledge and experience in his own walk through life. His brash and cavalier attitude has lead him to join secret organizations. Other lives have been placed in his blundering hands. He has held Artifacts older than himself, walked into the dreams of broken minds, and even had a skirmish with the motive force of the universe as we know it. To this point, he is not dearth of experience. He has returned from an inexplicable absence to rethrow the world out of balance.
So begins...
Dinaeus Through his many travels and many experiences, Din knew when it was time to take things seriously. The moment this mad man, crouched down, Din was aware that he was in a position to be stricken, but in no position to strike back. Needless to say, as the barstool rose, it being the only thing in sight, Din reached a hand forward and snatched it from its projectory. His eyes then move, albeit delayed to his new opponent who was now but a few yards away. Din lifted the stool and hurled it at the man as he took a few steps in his opponent's direction.
Dinaeus A deeply tanned hand pushed against the swinging doors of the bar, proceeding before a rather large frame stepped through the threshold. Without breaking stride, Din continued his onward march, passing by patrons of the bar, his stone gray eyes falling haphazardly on each person. Among those he saw, Din noticed one person (Nereus) who sat by himself at a table with some odd contraption that could have been a sword slung about his back by means Din did not care to inquire of as reflected by the ever pallid expression on his face. As he neared the man, his pace slowed. He looked down to the man and spoke. āThat ā¦thing on your back looks obnoxious.ā He spoke matter-of-factly, the coarse, baritone voice resonating from his throat. He scoffed before turning away.
Dinaeus Why was it, thought Din to himself, that I always encounter mad men? True as it was, he was not one that could entirely claim to be sane. Sane enough to know an insult when he heard oneā¦regardless of whether or not his own previous actions warranted one. If his face was capable of holding an expression that didnāt reflect apathy, amusement would have laced the frown lines. After speaking, his pace had resumed its initial speed, but he ceased all forward motion after the strangerās retort. He turned on his heel to face the man again. His left arm reached out to a nearby barstool (alright if weāre within proximity?), lifting it by a leg and slamming it against the base of the bar, breaking off a piece of a wooden leg. āI wonder if you can make me.ā He mused aloud.
Dinaeus āIāll make you eat those words,ā Din spoke, tightening his grip about the wooden rod in his hand. He wasnāt one to be egged on, but could not deny, even to himself, this man had a way with words. Of course, Din surmised, he would be eating them soonā¦that is if he didnāt choke on them. Abruptly, Din swept his left foot outwards and sidewise along the ground, catching the left leg of his future victimās chair to either break it, weaken it, slide the chair sidewise (though slightly), or all of the above. Simultaneously he swung the wooden rod to the side of the manās head while lifting his right arm and curling his fingers into a fist as if to prepare for a follow-up strike with it.
Dinaeus was rather satisfied with the landed blow, but the satisfaction would hardly last for a moment as his body yearned for the shock of another connected strike, and it would continue this yearning until someone died and shame would take over. Din, as he had not yet thrown the follow-up punch, moved the right arm backwards after withdrawing his left hand. He uncurled the right, but only to curl it again, around another stool. He would not allow for his opponent to have a break. He would get the full amount of what he had asked for. Din quickly stepped at his opponent as he fell backwards and subsequently attempted to raise himself to his feet and distance himself. Rather than allowing the opponent appropriate time to get up, Din swung his right arm in an outward arc and hurled the stool at the mad man, following directly behind the stool with an armed left ready to strike.
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Nereus
played by nereus
felt no pain in the side of his head, not anymore. The only feeling that was pulsating throughout his body was pure and absolute rage. He had also realized that his opponent could not be simplified by calling him a 'situation'. Din was more than that, he was an 'issue'. - Nevertheless, Nereus dealt with the problem at hand, waiting patiently to get his strike in on Din. If he had to take fifty punches to do so, he would. Luckily, he wouldn't need to. All it took was a quick movement to the left, a perfectly executed side-step to avoid the chair, and throw off the direction of the punch. - Nereus was now facing the man's side, and in the fire of the moment, he would resort to his brute strength in the form of wrapping his arms around Din's side in a wrestling like scenario. Din could either throw an elbow, which was not guaranteed to stop Nereus, but still do some damage. He could also take the blow and fall on his back, or all of the above.
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Dinaeus had prepared to strike out with the stool leg in his left hand after heād tossed the other, entire stool, the momentum of the force of which would cause Dinās body to lean forward. He caught his balance accordingly by stepping with his left leg. The trained eyes of the traveler followed his opponent as he side stepped, completely neglecting the flying stool that flew through the air of the bar, nonetheless, to strike some wall or hapless visitor. As the opponent sidestepped, Din bent his left wrist to point the end of the stool leg at his now assailant. Stilling his trot, Din twisted his body to the right, pushing the stool leg at the area just below his opponentās now open sternum, gripping the stool leg with his right to add force to the blow. As if thatās necessary, Din thought, seeing how his opponentās opposing direction would surely be a sufficient amount of force to knock the wind from his lungs.
Dinaeus Din had expected for this blow to end the skirmish right there, but when he saw the man still living, not penetrated by such a crude object, he wasnāt surprised. Ever since entering this reality, few things surprised him. No matter, thought he, there are other ways. Any warrior that had lived as long as Din had (which wasnāt very long coparatively) was either a coward or understood the ways of battle. As such, Din figured that to persist with such an attack was futile because, though still great, the contactās pain would dull. As such, Din released the stool, allowing it to be slapped to the ground using unnecessary force (because he let go), rotating his torso further to his right and lifting his hands to catch the on coming blow, effectively avoiding the pathway of his opponentās hand. The fist collided with Dinās left hand, after which he promptly curled his fingers around them. He then gripped the forearm of his opponentās captured limb. Din roared as he proceeded to rotate his torso back to the left without moving h
Dinaeus without moving his feet, as if attempting to yank his opponent about his body to trip him and, if successful, have his opponent in an arm bar of sorts on his belly.
Dinaeus As his opponent attempted to strike out with his head, Din simply craned his head to left, avoiding the head-butt, and turned his entire body accordingly, not only sweeping his opponent from his feet, but also making them both nearly back to back, with Dinās shoulder nearly perfectly perpendicular with his opponentās elbow. This being the case, the man could attempted a strike at Din with his right, but he would have to reach across his entire body, but given the position the two were now in, it wouldnāt matter because the strike could not land because it was out of reach, the bulk of the man would also work against such an action.
Dinaeus Din pushed against the ground with his right, effectively pushing his body off balance. He tightened his grip about his opponentās hand and increased the force with which he pushed against his forearm. As they, now both, fell to the floor Dinās shoulder was still nearly perfectly perpendicular with the opponentās elbow. When he hit the ground, it would break his opponentās arm at the elbow. The opponent would land on his front side.
Dinaeus was considering the next limb heād break as both bodies fell to the floor, his grip tightening with each passing moment. With all 210 lbs of Din falling, the bulk of his weight held in his upper body, a collision with the ground on top of his opponentās elbow would surely break that elbow. A sudden ceasing of inertia, however, could do far more. His body fell, the weight of his already heavy upper body as well as his opponentās body multiplied every atmospheric unit by the force of gravity. Good warriors are prepared for just about any situation, as such, Din, though not directly, was prepared for outcomes other than that which heād predicted. Holding on tight to the mad manās arm, even though he had ceased his own fall, Dinās descent continued, the weight of his body and gravity acting on the arm, dislocating either the elbow, shoulder or both. āYou think will?ā Din spoke between gasps of breath.
Dinaeus stepped into the bar. The change in decor now made his garb seem...unfitting. He stepped over to the circular bar, making no apparent realization to the change.
Dinaeus 's head turned to see a young looking man...elf thing barge into the bar and collapse to the floor. His brows furrowed before you turned his head to order an apple juice. This he thought, stretching his right hand flat onto the bar, examining it. ...this is how it is in this strange...something verse. His mind reeled as he considered the very modern counter top and juxtaposed something so familiar to the fairy beings and elves and such that he'd heard of in children's stories.
Dinaeus After taking a sip from his mug of apple juice, Din now turned his head to the being who entered the bar and immediately began killing people who even appeared (excuse my humor, please) not to be able to defend themselves (Necron). He was also taken by surprised by the onslaught that had been committed by a squad of people lead by one (Sergeant Thaddus). He was not sure if he would be heard, but no longer cared after his glass was shattered by a bullet. "Is that how business is handled these days? The weak are slaughtered for a point to be proven? Cowards." He scoffed before waiting for the chaos to settle down before he ordered another juice.
Dinaeus It was only the third time he had entered this place, but with each new coming made it like a brand new place. More experiences to gatherā¦at some point, though, Din thought, the bodies would pile up and someone was bound to notice. As he made his way up the steps leading into the dojo, the wood flooring creaked, announcing Dinās arrival to anyone worth his time. As of late, he noted, his body bumping into the paper covering of the door, heād gained a superiority complex. Not only that but his mind was slipping with every passing day. The paper ripped and he lifted his hand through it, proceeding forward, heedlessly tearing his way through the door and into the room. Slipping the worn out leather jacket from his wide shoulders and onto the floor, Din kept his eyes on the man he was to fight with. He lifted his hands to unbutton the collar of his gray shirt, his biceps pulling at the hem of the short sleeves.
Dinaeus After unbuttoning his shirt, Din stood there as awkwardly as he could have, a man walking through a threshold improperly, making a ruckus, and throwing off his jacket with nothing to say. He slid one hand into the pocket of his black dress pants and leaned his weight on one leg. His eyes narrowed as his patience grew thin in what little time had passed. He kicked out one leg, scooping up the jacket with his foot, and flung it up to catch it with his un holstered hand. āLook here,ā he said winding his arm back. Tossing it forward at the man that sat across the room, his voice raised only by a fraction. āGet up so we can do this.ā
Dinaeus observed the manās rather quick reflexes with no special interest, merely watching as the pieces of his jacket fell to the floor. It was the only one he had and served its purpose quite well when he traveled through frigid terrain. Heād not thought about how he would traverse through such climates in the future, all he saw was something useful to him become rendered useless. āYouāll learn something else the hard wayā¦Iāll make you regret that.ā Din marched forward, his hands curling into fists as he approached the man, pondering his first course of action upon reaching striking distanceā¦although it would be much further for this man that it would be for Din.
Dinaeus With the sharp focus of any seasoned fighter, Din went with the motion picked up by the motion detecting rods in his peripherals and decided to react more to that than the color detecting cones managing his frontal vision. As such, he easily slid his right foot forward and to the right (diagonally), thus bringing his torso and head, by extension, forward and to the right, moving it just outside the trajectory of the oncoming fist. He leaned his head backward to further the distance between his head and the fist. Simultaneously, he turned his torso to the left and lifted an open right hand, placing it directly in the path of the fist intended for Dinās ribs in an attempt to catch it and raising his left hand to grab the hand just in front of his face.