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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's Story

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Kol bit his lower lip, his mind flooded over with insatiable curiosity and unquenchable desire for spontaneous flirting. Slowly, the demi-Titan left the 13 year old girl behind him, unfortunately paying little heed to the danger that Emmi was in just by being in Gambit's. Kol walked slowly over to Fleur, his glimmering hazel eyes taking in every flaunted curve portrayed by the elegant vampiress.

"You're dressed awfully nice for an evening drink, love..." Kol grinned, his voice crooning with youthful desire, "are you meeting someone, perhaps? Here on a date?"

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Fleur Cecille Leveque looked at the young girl marking in her diary, she seemed to be frightened of Fleur and had a right to be, Fleur was not exactly a safe person to be around, in fact just a few hours ago she had drained a man of his blood and dumped his body in a swamp near a forest outside of Wing City. Besides the girl and her diary had nothing to fear Fleur would never harm a child. It’s not that Fleur was a truly evil person; she simply would die without drinking the lifeblood of humans. She looked up for her work and woke from her inner thoughts seeing Kol's eyes drinking her in, she was used to these looks, her fans in Europe looked at her that way when she sang on the great stages of Classical Music Halls and in Opera houses, and most human men looked at her this way despite her outdated attire, This was usually what allowed her to lure humans from areas of safety and drink their blood. Though she had no interest in drinking the blood of non humans, and it would probably harm her anyway. She spoke slowly one could tell by her sweet speaking voice she was a Soprano, and her French accent was so thick it seemed to drip from her full rosy lips like honey “Bonsoir, Monsieur. A date…? Oh no. I simply enjoy the atmosphere here, and well the clothing is only slightly more pleasing to the eye my usual attire, I have recently been performing.”

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While Kol's gaze was certainly roaming over Fleur in unkempt lust, there was a sort of admiration to it as well. Fleur maintained an elegant beauty that Kol had rarely witnessed in a woman. It was the sort of allure that could only be personified in a lady of the utmost nobility... an aristocratic mannerism that was accomplished through years of polished practice and pomp.

The demi-Titan raised his eyebrow. "Je suis très heureuse de faire votre connaissance, mademoiselle," Kol bowed at the waist, giving his extremely rusty french a whirl, "and whatever your reason for coming to Gambit's tonight, I'm quite happy that you did. Finding a beautiful woman like yourself in a place like this is a rarity indeed." Kol grinned, putting the full force of his boyish charm into the greeting. He'd decided to go with the 'flattering upper-class' approach. Hopefully it'd stand out from the vampiress' usual collection of suitors; undoubtably mobs of cow-eyed men who's pinnacle conversation starter was "can I buy you a drink?"

"A performance, you say?" Kol nodded curiously, "for what? Do you act?" The boy shook his head. "No, perhaps not. Your accent would prevent that in such a city. Perhaps you sing, then?" He shrugged, giving his best guess.

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"Je parle un peu français," Kol laughed quietly, lifting his thin cigarette to his lips and taking a long breath. The sweet-smelling smoke wafted about Fleur in a tendril mist, its odor thick and alluring. "You sing, though? I should have guessed it sooner. If your voice is this lovely in passing conversation, I can imagine what it's like in a song..." He extended his hand towards the girl.

"I'm Kol," he introduced himself, "what's your name?"

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Fleur Cecille Leveque seemed to regard Kol with slightly more respect than she would have given a human being or one with a less dignified manner. She did find the man to be rather forward, but not in a way that was bothersome to her, it was often that men would simply gaze at her besotted until she slipped out of sight or lured them to their deaths if she was hungry. The shadow of the smoke that wafted near her shown on the wall behind Fleur, that is when one looking would have to notice, Fleur had no shadow and if it did it wasn’t visible.
She extended a demure ivory colored hand with slender fingers and shook his hand with a touch soft as satin, though cold as ice. In response to his compliment and inquiry she spoke “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Kol,” She paused as if taking in its sound and mulling it over, she found it a bit odd he gave no surname. “And I thank you for the compliment, I am called Fleur Cecille Leveque, you may address me simply as Fleur, if you wish.”

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"The pleasure is mine, Fleur," Kol smiled, reaching out to delicately take her hand, "if you don't mind, I'd love to keep you company for the rest of the nigh-" The demi-Titan froze as he gently shook Fleur's hand, his fingers slightly tightening around Leveque's manicured digits. Her skin was cold and smooth... like fine marble or polished granite. It was a feeling that Kol was very familiar with. Working in the service of Hades offered the young man an extensive knowledge of all things undead.

All at once, it clicked. Her scent... her aroma... her touch... she met all the critera. Fleur was certainly no ordinary girl.

Grinning mischeviously, the demi-Titan took a seat next to the girl and leaned closely forward. "Excusez-moi, mademoiselle," Kol's voice edged along the cusp of a whisper, "...but I can't help but think there's something more then meets the eye with you." He bit his lower lip, helplessly finding satisfaction in this little encounter. He had the upper hand.

"...is there, perhaps, something you're not telling me?"

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Fleur Cecille Leveque was not one to give herself away and why should she? She had all the charm of a human girl and more, she may have been pale as a corpse but her cheeks were still bright and rosy nor was she gaunt, it tended to be somewhat easy for Fleur to hide her condition.
She recoiled slightly at his question and did her best to look bemused, she blinked her doe like eyes a few times at this, and when she did her long black eyelashes swept her lower eyelid as they were quite long and full. She then uttered a slow sentence while gazing off disconsolately perhaps trying to feign innocence or confusion “Perhaps, Monsieur, is that not the case with all young ladies of good sensibilities? I feel it is prudent to refrain from telling a gentleman one has been acquainted with for so little a time, anything so important to ones person that it is kept secret.”

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"'A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets,'" Kol smiled, briefly quoting Gloria Stuart. How fitting. "But I hardly think that 'all young ladies of good sensibilities' harbor such dark secrets as you do." Kol was seated very near Fleur, his breath hot on her shoulder as he whispered quietly to her.

"Darling, ne me mens pas... you should be more forward with me. I am not entirely human myself, and I have ways of discerning others of similar conditions." His fingers flitted out to gently touch her icy hand, his graceful digits delicately gliding along the smooth glow of her satin skin. "You are quite cold, love..."

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Fleur Cecille Leveque turned her milky white face away, as she did so her silky blonde hair with delicate and soft waves throughout fell from one side of her shoulder and tumbled down to the bottom of her tiny waist, it exuded the scent of Jasmine flowers. ‘‘Qu'est-ce qui se passera si je mens?’’

Were her quiet seemingly coy words to him after he spoke to her in such a manner that seemed to expect a much greater response, she shuddered slightly as he touched her frigid but delicate hand, it had been an extremely long amount of time since someone had touched her In such a way, as in not trying to grab at her as she walked out of a music hall or fight for their life as she sank her fangs into their neck.

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Kol only smiled, eyes half-lidded as he felt her shudder beneath the gentle touch of his coursing fingers. His digits made a slow massage up her wrist, flowing across her arm and along her shoulder in a sensuous cadence. Kol was behind the girl, his lips nearly grazing the sheen of her alabaster neck as he moved his mouth up to her ear, his breath hot and thick. "Vous découvrirez..." he crooned, his heart racing, rich Titan-blood pulsing as lust and desire consumed him.

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Fleur Cecille Leveque stepped away upon feeling the man’s breath upon neck, how forward he was indeed! Her cheeks were roses and she was almost faltering in her graceful posture, Fleur was not one to get flustered but if she had this would have been the time. One could see in her bright sky colored eyes she was certainly disconcerted. Her formal countenance had been thrown off balance and she seemed unsure of her words this time. ‘‘Dites-moi .... Pourquoi devez-vous répondre à une dame dans une telle manière?’’

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"S'il vous plaît pardonnez-moi," Kol hushed softly, still close enough to the girl for whispers, "...but you are not JUST a dame, are you?" Kol raised a curious brow, grinning roguishly. He tapped the bar counter, shaking his head knowingly as Fleur continued to play innocent.

"Our hands met long enough for me to catch your pulse, love," Kol smirked, reaching out to brush a warm finger along the underside of her forearm, as if mocking the dead veins that resided there. "...but that was the strangest thing, you see. There wasn't one." Kol bit his bottom lip, relishing Fleur's flustered condition. This was simply delicious. "Vous me mentir à nouveau... no more, love. Let's be honest, you and I. No more deceit. You're far too beautiful for that."

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Fleur Cecille Leveque could not disguise her slight enjoyment of his warm touch, like the feeling of sunlight that she could not remember. Fleur did not care for his mocking and superior countenance but despite herself she could not move away. Her eyes searched Kol's face, he wore such a devilish and wily look, she was unsure what to make of him still. She spoke again her lyrical tones moving falling from her full crimson lips slowly in a way that could charm any man, mortal or not. "Ah but you see... Comme le lien rompu de la vie et fugitif décès. Le mensonge est ma façon. " With that she smiled ever the slightest bit, in a furtive manner.

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Kol felt himself captivated under Fleur's musical spell, the seductive allure of her perfect voice drawing him all the deeper into her dark embrace. The demi-Titan felt the tables turning on his own confidence. The vampiress was casting off her innocent demeanor and enveloping him in her own charms.

"Trouver une autre façon..." Kol stepped forward, his hands reaching out to wrap around her petite waistline, his face drawing near her own. He was impressed that his french had been holding up thus far. "Donne-moi tes secrets... Viendrez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?" Kol met Fleur's gaze with unkempt desire, his glimmering hazel eyes matching Leveque's crystal blues effortlessly. His face was young and handsome and flushed with warm vigor.

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Fleur Cecille Leveque did not move away from his embrace, but she blushed sweetly almost girlishly, which would have been so odd if she did not fit it, as Fleur was though only twenty in appearance so many years old and so many years passed, it was still only her azure eyes that told the true story of her age. She felt as though she were a mortal being for a moment, allowing her cheek to brush against his as he spoke to her she was enraptured for the moment. Then of course, she broke from the spell, Fleur could not be so easily won. So she spoke again in her same dulcet tones, drawing back slightly. Mon, Une dame ne lit le premier homme à offrir, malgré quel point elle aime toucher de sa main sur la sienne. Comment pouvez-vous attendre de quelqu'un qui n'a pas eu encore sa main toucha dans l'affection ...." Her sentence broke away there.

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Kol continued his tender advances, bringing himself even closer to the vampiress. "Oubliez ça... ça n'a pas d'importance..." Kol exhaled in slight frustration, his knowledge in french beginning to fray. "Mon contact est chaleureux et la bonne. Faisons l'amour ce soir..." Kol smiled, his gentle hands tracing patterns into the thin silk of her blue dress. His face was inches from her own, his hot, sweet-scented breath gliding over her lips.

"I am warm enough for you..." Kol whispered, "permettez-moi de vous montrer... permettez-moi..."

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Fleur Cecille Leveque addressed him once more, this time in what was presumably his native tongue “What a scoundrel you are…” She turned her enchanting face away once more and spoke with her silvery voice “How well it would do you to learn, some women are not so easily won as the common barmaid or gypsy girl.” and with that slipped her demure hourglass waist out of his grip though she did linger a second.
She stood gazing at him disconsolately, in the dim lighting, she still cast no shadow on the wall as all other things in the room did. Her soft champagne blonde hair and snowy skin illuminated by the low lighting where she now stood, she seemed to glow beautifully or eerily. She could not have imagined, having been so hurt by such a stranger to her. She perceived his assumptions as an insult, did he take her for nothing more than a pretty little harlot? These emotions were strange, mortal things, She hoped she would not be forced to dwell upon them. She spoke very quietly but with some passion of anger “Comment vous me blesser!’’ Her diamond eyes fluttered and shook her head ever so slightly, exuding her floral scent of Roses and Jasmine flowers again.

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Kol couldn't help but grin a bit as Fleur looked through his scoundrel charm. She was more adept then he had given her credit for. And yet, how could Kol deny it? Hadn't he bedded a particularly pretty gypsy girl not even the last time he had been in Gambit's? Fora had been her name... a lovely delight...

But a good woman was like good music. One was not necessarily more worthy then the other, but both demanded a certain commitment to be properly appreciated. Kol appreciated the sophisticated, refined Fleur in a different manner then he had ravished the flirtatious gypsy Fora. How could he provey that to her?

"Quel est le probleme?" Kol cooed softly, stepping closer to Fleur, though he did not reach out to touch her, "you are confused if you think I mistake you for a harlot. But can you reprimand me for being intoxicated by you? Tu es tres belle... I pursue you not because I wish to disrespect you, but because you are worth pursuing." Kol reached again this time, beginning slowly, his warm hand gently massaging her arm. "I felt the way you softened under my touch... je te désire... how long has it been, Fleur, since you were touched like this? Do not deny this. Vous voulez que cette..." Kol's words were as soft and alluring as honey on bread, his caress warm and true... inciting pleasure even with the simplest contact of his fingers on her shoulder.

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Fleur Cecille Leveque Arhced an eyebrow now smiling, this was not a playful or sweet smile it was something else , sweetness turned adamantine. “ You are like a spoiled child being denied his playthings.” She murmured in her sweet way though something else lingered underneath. Kol knew how to do one thing, if not trick her into being seduced, he knew how to infuriate her while still making her feel as if she had a heart that could beat. “What is the problem? Monsieur…” She felt herself tremble at his touch despite herself and She sidestepped him as he reached out to her shoulder, now she too wore a devilish grin showing her pure white teeth and razor sharp though almost dainty fangs, this should have been unnerving to any in the premises, Fleur was not apt to grin for any pleasant reason. She was bothered, how could he manipulate and see through her so well? Of course she softened at his touch and perhaps he could make her blush, but she would not let herself be won in such a way. “Comment vous faire étalage de votre incartade sexuelle alors ... Vous ne pourriez jamais être maître de mon cœur.’’

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