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Kol

The scoundrel son of a fallen Titan.

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

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The Titans. A race of mighty deities, their unfathomable powers equal to those of the Olympian gods themselves. For an eon, they ruled the mythological realm as they saw fit, governing the earth with their matchless strength and superior constitutions. Under their authority, the world entered a great era of peace and abundance known as the Golden Age. Mortals, made by the hands of Cronos himself, lived happily and prosperously on the green earth; free from war, disease or famine. Many of the Titans lived among the races of men, taking lovers and spouses freely and contently. The product of such a hybrid between mortal and ancient god were called Nephilim, or demi-Titans. Like their demi-god counterparts, demi-Titans possessed unreal strength and dexterity, often commanding powers and abilities far beyond those of normal mortals. Along with the rest of their families, they lived good lives in the Golden Age, as free, healthy and joyful as mankind could ever be under the watchful guard of the Titans.

It could never last.

Spurred on by their lust for power and hatred for Cronos, a younger generation of deities (the Olympian gods) waged a bloody and terrible war against the Titans. Lead by Zeus himself, the proud Titans fought with all their might to repel the vengeful spirits. Despite their valiant efforts, they could not hope to win. The power of Zeus was too great. When the Olympians at last cast down the mighty Titans into the pits of Tartarus, they effectively conquered the mythological realm from the only other divine power that could possibly pose a threat to them. The Golden Age had ended. The earth fell into chaos. Zeus was quick to apprehend and kill as many of the Titans followers as he could, ordering a slaughter of all demi-Titans that could be found in the world. He would not leave anything to chance. The bloodlines of the Titans would be extinguished forever.

Erianthae had yet to give birth to her child, the son of the Titan Perses, when the servants of Olympos descended upon her. Praying to the spirit of Cronos, the young girl was mercifully sent forward in time, narrowly escaping her would-be assassins. The mother found herself in an entirely new era that was millennia ahead of her former time. It was in this new world that Erianthae gave birth to a child who possibly the last remaining demi-Titan in the Multiverse.

The child's name was Kol.


The demi-Titan


As a demi-Titan, Kol is endowed with a plethora of supernatural abilities. The boy's fair skin is as tough to puncture as solid marble, his bones as sturdy as tempered steel. He possesses unnatural strength and agility as well as heightened senses and prowess with various combat-tools, particularly melee weapons. As the son of Perses, the Titan of destruction, Kol can also command certain spiritual energies, particularly those of a more chaotic nature.

The boy himself is another case entirely. Although a formidable warrior and superhuman in his own right, Kol doesn't really care much for his heritage or responsibilities as a demi-Titan. After the death of his mother and tutor, Kol no longer had anyone else in the world he truly cared about. The boy became a wanderer, using his powers to live comfortably despite not being tied down in one place for too long. Obsessed with his freedom, the demi-Titan loves his care-free lifestyle, perfectly content to live out the rest of his life serving only himself.

Although not above using his abilities to bypass the law every now and then, Kol does posses some moral understanding of right and wrong. Most of the ethical values he maintains were instilled into him by his mother; fueled by late night bed-time fairytales about the Olympian gods and their wars against the Titans. More then anything, Kol's mother taught him about the value of mortal-life, condemning the gods cruel mistreatment of mankind as 'evil'. Man was just as great and mighty as the gods... perhaps even as mighty as the Titans themselves. For what they lacked in brawn or magic, they made up for in passion and heart. 'There are no creatures on the earth as passionate or willful as men,' she explained to him.

Kol's scoundrel ways wouldn't last, however. The demi-Titan was eventually discovered by the gods, particularly Hades. Bargaining with the god of death for his very life, Kol found himself forced into the service of the Underworld, made to serve Hades and his dark purposes in exchange for the rights to his soul. Although no longer a free man, Kol dreams of escaping his service to the gods, whether it be earning it through dedicated work... or swindling it through sheer cunning.


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Kol strolled quietly into the bar, a thin cigarette stuck between his lips. His lazy eyes rolled about the establishment in clear distaste. Gambit's wasn't really Kol's kind of place. Too much violence... too much drama... and far, far too loud. Not one to make a scene, the demi-titan much prefered an easy-going cafe to the noisy, chaotic atmosphere of Gambit's.

"Doesn't seem too bad today..." he shrugged, making a bee-line for the bar counter. His nimble fingers shot out quickly, swiping an unsuspecting patron's beer from his table before the poor costumer even had a chance to notice. As Kol brought the murkey liquid to his licked lips, he raised an eyebrow at the brooding Dmitri. Well well... what was it about this mafioso that seemed so incredibly... familiar?

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Kol grinned curiously, his lips molding over the glowing cigarette once more before he took it from his mouth. "I guess I'm not mistaken after all..." Kol's smirk was impeccable, "...you see, when I walked in here and smelled the bowels of Tartarus, I thought someone had clogged a toilet." He winked youthfully. "...turns out, it was the death-lord himself. Even better."

The boy rose quickly from his seat, his previously lethargic movements now suddenly quick and agile. His dark eyes glittered fiercely as they looked between Dmitri's various bodyguards. "They call me Kol. Pleased to meet me, I'm sure. It's not everyday a god gets the pleasure to be acquainted with the offspring of their most feared and respected superiors."

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"Oh spare me, illustrious Hades," Kol mock-cowered, "or have you forgotten the pecking-order of the deities? If I recall, it was Hercules who beat back the Titans and saved the earth from apocolypse. Hercules. A human." The boy almost laughed, propping himself up on a table, his legs crossed nonchalantly.

"...it's like rock-paper-scissors, isn't it?" he cocked his head, raising an eyebrow curiously, "gods can't kill titans, but men can. That's how the order goes. Gods beat mortals. Mortals beat titans. Titans..." he grinned, looking the god of death square in the eye, "...beat gods."

Of course, Kol was not entirely titan. He wasn't about to tell Hades that, though.

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As the sharp knives hushed through the air towards Kol, the henchmen would suddenly find their metallic-fingers rusting and withering-away as they came closer and closer to the boy. If any of them at all managed to reach the demi-titan, they would be completely reduced to a grubby dust.

"That almost tickled," Kol grinned, winking at Hades briefly... before his youthful eyes flared over into infernos of furious red. Slapping his hands together, Kol released a massive shockwave of chaos energies, likely sending Hades' minions sprawling on their backs.

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"What the fuck..." Kol growled, quickly jumping off to the side just as the monstrous spirit swallowed his chair whole, a flurry of sawdust spraying up from the center. Just as the demi-titan had been about to run from the hole in the floor, he was suddenly assailed by several streams of green flames.

"Lemme' tell you something," Kol grunted, a dark ward glittering over his frame as he was protected from the lethal force of the fire, "you fellows are NOT pleasant to look at." The boy lept forward with astounding speed, attempting to punch into the mouth of one of the minions and drag him up by his long tongue. If succesful, Kol would attempt to throw him into one of the other minions.

"We don't have to play this game, Hades," Kol barked towards the death lord, "there are alternatives. We could make a deal."

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Kol straightened his jacket quickly, his eyes shifting suspiciously at Hades' sulking minions as they pulled reluctantly away from him.

"Well I'm glad we can civilized..." he muttered to himself, clearing his throat. The demi-titan took a moment to collect himself, fishing out another cigarette from the confines of his pockets and pressing the thin stick of tobacco between his lips lovingly.

"Let's get one thing straight," he began, the cigarette hardly wavering between his teeth, "...I'm not my father." The boy snapped, a plume of purplish-black flame sparking from his finger and lighting the cigarette in an instant. "I don't hate the gods like the titans do, and I should hope that we don't have to be sniping at eachother's throats all over a little squabble you had with my dad." He smiled youthfully, his previously demonic eyes back to their former mischevious sparkle. "In fact, I don't see any reason why we can't work TOGETHER. You might find having a half-blooded titan under your wing to be a useful tool every now and then."

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Kol rolled his eyes. "I said I didn't hate the gods. I never said I was horribly fond of them." The boy puffed at his cigarette with vague curiosity. "...not that I'm at all upset for what you did to my parents. No, my dislike for your kind stems from your abusive treatment of mortals." The demi-titan waived his hand dismissively. "But that's a moral argument I care not to divulge into. Tell me, was what I said really so bad? I said you smell like Tartarus, which, to my senses, is true." He winked mischeviously. "I said the titans were the gods superiors, which at one point in time, was also true." The boy pressed a finger to his lip thoughtfully. "I could see how you might get pissed off at me if I called you, say, a shitfaced puddle of Minotaur semen, but naturally I'd NEVER be so stupid as to say that directly to your face."

"I've been living happily on Terra for almost sixteen years now," Kol continued, taking a bit more of a serious tone, "had I known I'd be running into Hades when I entered Gambit's, I'd have turned tail and left the country in an instant." He sighed. "Buuuttt... seeing as how I've already incured your relentless wrath, why don't you tell me what I have to do to avoid getting sucked into the Underworld to rot for the rest of eternity?"

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Kol sighed. He'd seen that one coming. His hands shot up quickly, a brief shockwave of chaos energies spouting out from around his figure, hopefully forcing the minions back once again.

"How about a BET then?!" Kol growled loudly, eager to get Hades' attention once again, "...since my services are clearly of no use to you, then I'm obviously only good for entertainment." Kol grinned. "...so let me entertain, o'great Hades. Pit me up against your strongest monster, your best servant... if I win, let me leave with my life and soul intact." It was a last gamble... and what Kol hoped would work. If there was one thing the demi-titan knew about the immortal gods, it was that they liked their entertainment. Living forever got boring every once in a while, after all.

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Kol looked slightly startled. "...your SLAVE? I'm not sure if I'd be interested in being your 'slave'." Kol perked up a bit. "...unless it would convince you to call off your cronies? In which case, I'm sure we could work somethin' out. The offer still stands for that battle-royale, by the way." He grinned slightly, still aware of the immense danger he was in. "...you'll have to be more specific when you say 'nephew'. Zeus gets around a lot. You could be talking about Helen or Hephaestus for all I know."

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Kol 's shoulders fell. "...is that the ONLY way you'll let me leave this place with my soul intact?" Kol had experienced sixteen years of solid freedom on Terra. He wasn't thrilled about having to give all that up on account of a stray barfight. Still, he imagined there was hardly any room for negotiation with Hades himself.

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Kol 's eyebrows furrowed into a deep scowl. The whole 'not as bad as you think' assurance had been completely blown apart with the whole 'ash tray' thing. That looked pretty bad to Kol.

"...how long?" he groaned, "and what'll I be doing?"

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Kol smirked darkly, managing to find some dignity in all of this. The death god's laugh was as deep as it was fearful. THIS was the Hades Kol had read about in his storybooks. A merciless soul reaper. A nightmare in the living flesh. To his credit, Kol remained more or less stoic, his expressions never betraying the sense of foreboding doom washing over over him. "You'll find that titans are made of particularly tough stuff, Hades," Kol shook his head slowly, "I'm sure I can handle whatever tasks you have to give me." The boy exhaled slowly.

"...alright, I'll do it. I don't see any other option." Except death. And dying didn't sound like a particularly good idea to Kol. Not now, at least. His only hope was to earn his freedom over time in his service to Hades. And who knew? Maybe he'd learn a thing or two under the god as it was. He took little notice of Alice, occupied with Hades himself.

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"Hm. Well hello," Kol gave Ares a mock-salute, his laughing voice dripping with sarcasm "and which of the gods might YOU be? I'm having an awfully hard time telling with all that armor on. Athena, perhaps? A beautiful goddess, that one." The demi-titan had balls, if only he had a brain.

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Kol's hair was literally blown back against his head in the face of Ares' verbal onslaught. The demi-Titan blinked twice, his hand smoothing out his brown locks as he wafted a hand in front of his nose in disgust. "Someone needs to buy a mint..." he mumbled to himself. The boy turned toward Hades, nonchalantly doing his best to ignore Ares. On any other occasion Kol would be fearing for his life in the face of the mighty war-god, but seeing as how he was about to enter under the service of the death god himself... he wasn't so concerned. The boy mine as well have some fun with this.

"Alright Hades, are we gonna shake on this or what? I figure I can't be trapped anymore then I already am. Hell..." Kol's eyes flickered mischievously over to Ares, "...Hephaestus himself couldn't catch me in a wider net." The insult was underhanded and sneaky... but accurate. Hopefully Ares was as dumb as he was strong, else he might notice Kol's refference to one of his past sins with Aphrodite... and his humiliating exposure at the fire-god's ingenious hands.

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"Hey, I don't like this anymore then you do, 'bane-of-Diomedes'..." Kol quipped again at Ares, mentioning what was arguably the god of war's most humiliating defeat ever, "but it's the only option I have right now." The demi-Titan stepped forward, eyeing Hades' outstretched hand for a long moment with clear hesitation.

'Whoever heard of a Titan submitting to a god...' he thought humorously to himself. Not that he cared at all about the Titan blood running through his veins. His parents were assholes... almost as bad as the gods themselves. But they had been proud. They'd fought and fallen as free deities, choosing their dignity and liberty over slavery and submission to the gods. Even after an eon of imprisonment, their iron will had never bended.

But Kol was only half Titan. His other half, was, (be it unfortunate or no) very, very much human.

"Here's to the devil," Kol grit his teeth, shaking Hades' hand firmly.

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Kol ignored Ares this time, certain that he'd cross the war-gods path again in the future. The demi-Titan was quite perplexed, his mind brewing with the consequences of what he'd done. He checked over his hand... his body... searching deep inside the confines of his own mind for sign of any change or feeling. Kol felt exactly like he had ten minutes ago.

"...so, how does this work then?" Kol asked curiously, "I just do whatever you say now, huh? Simple as that?"

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"Hm," Kol nodded, "sounds easy enough. Being a hired muscle in service to Hades can't be too hard on the mortal plane." He smirked. "...besides, what's the worst a -human- could do to people like us?"

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"Hrm. Demons." Kol looked about at the faces of his comrades curiously. "...just wondering, has anyone in the service of Hades ever been allowed OUT of it? Ever? Has anyone ever won their freedom from him?"

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Kol 's shoulders fell. "You mean you guys stay like this forever? Bonded to Hades for the rest of your eternal lives? No way out?"

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Kol shrugged. "Orpheus. Alcestis. It happens every once in a while." Still, the young demi-Titan wasn't too put down. He retained hope that if he served Hades well enough, he'd be released from his servitude.

He could only hope.

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Kol entered Gambit's bar slowly, his lazy gaze roaming about the establishment in careful uncertainty. So far, Gambit's hadn't been impressing him much. The last time he was here he'd been enslaved to the mythological god of death. Hopefully his second trip around would prove to be more entertaining.

Seeing the bar more or less empty, Kol made a steady strut towards the counter, ordering a quick beer as his gaze followed Fora. What did he have here? A pretty girl... sitting alone... with an impressive collection of empty drinking glasses before her.

Kol grinned mischeviously. This might be fun.

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Kol walked slowly over to Fora, beer glass in hand, taking a brief moment to look over the intoxicated girl befored deciding to make his move.

"Quite an admirable collection you've got there," Kol sizzled up to the girl, nodding to the glasses in front of her, "it's a rare thing finding a woman who can handle her liquor. You don't mind if I get your next shot, do you?"

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"Well don't mind if I do," Kol laughed, pouring a glass for both of them, wary of the level of drunkeness that Fora was already at. The boy took a short sip, raising an eyebrow at the hearty liquor in his hands.

"Strong stuff," he nodded curiously, "...what's the occasion? You seem awfully intent on getting as drunk as possible tonight."

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Kol smiled mischievously, moving a bit closer to the girl as he poured her a quarter-glass. She'd already had far too much... best not give her anything more then a third.

"Drink is a proveyer of many things," Kol nodded, quoting Shakespear briefly, "...and a good time is certainly among them." Tongue in his cheek, Kol looked over Fora once again, taking in the girl's shapely figure and curves with unbarred desire.

"...I don't suppose you have any 'good times' planned for tonight, do you?" The young man shrugged, still smiling as he chanced another glass of the liquor.

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Kol leaned forward, looking lustily over the girl from beneath half-closed lids. Kol was as intoxicated with Fora as Fora was with her drink.

"As a matter of fact," Kol hushed, his voice cusping along the edge of a whisper, "I'm quite free myself this evening." He grinned. "...would you like to help me with that?"