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Maxime Trubois

An Ex-French Soldier Turned Revolutionary with a gift he tries to keep hidden.

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

Description

Full Name: Maxime Trubois

Age: 20

Age Appearance:19

Gender:Male

Race/Main:Human

Race/Sub: Wizard

Honorifics|Titles|Nicknames: Fireblade, Max, Captain

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Marital Status: Single

Relationship Status: Single

Blood Type: A-

Birthplace: Paris France
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Date of Birth: 05/24/1769

Religion(s)Beliefs: Catholic

Marking|Tattoos|Piercings: None

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 140

Physical Condition: Fit

Eye Color:Blue

Rank: Formerly Captain

Education: Fairly good

Language(s): French and English

Current Residence: Paris, France

Former Residence:Paris, France

Lives with: Revolutionaries

Political Status: Enemy of the State

Organizations/Tribes/Clans: French Revolution

Former Affiliations: French Military

Disabilities:None

Personality: Insightful, Passionate about his beliefs.

General philosophy: Help others, Respect & Honor.

Most Prized Possession (Material Value): Officers Sword

Most Prized Possession (Emotional Value): Fathers Ring

Life's Ambition: Free France, Get Married, Live a valued life.

Fears: Failure, Ghosts, Imprisonment.

Crippling Fear ( Single Biggest Fear): Not living up to expectations

Least Outspoken About: Art

Most Outspoken About: Politics

Favorite Word: Freedom

Mannerisms: "Vive La France!"

Morals: Honor & Respect

Positive Characteristics: Passion/ Compassion

Negative Characteristics: Tends not to listen to others views unless their in agreement with his own.

Weapons: Charleville musket, Flint Lock Dual Pistols, Officers Sword.

Armor: Image

Magic Abilites: To be added

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Maxime Trubois's Story

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Translation: Yes, I am lost but why are you in a place so mysterious as this?"

Eternal life sounds like an eternal hell.

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Maxime decided he would at lest give this frenchman his ear. He was after all lost and did need help escaping this horrid wood. With a small sigh of defeat he uttered a single word. "Continuer"

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Maxime listened intently but was still wary. "An army? I was in the army once...An officer." He muttered as he thought back to the past that was before he joined the revolution. "How can you make me eternal?" He asked he was wary living forever was not something one should jump at he knew enough stories to know it usually did not end well.

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Maxime smiled upon hearing of storming the Bastille but that that was quick, He knew of a few vampires but also knew they could not be trusted. "Yo--u want to make me a vampire?" He asked slowly. He was wondering if this was even going to be a choice for him. He looked around nervously but knew there was no escape he was already lost and now he was probably going to be turned into a vampire.

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Maxime understood what this man said but it was the final statement that struck home. Monster, You have no Idea mon ami. He thought, he could relate the army had shunned him for his gift and he joined the revolution maybe this man could provide the home he so disparately needed. "Alright I will do it. My magic caused me to be outcast and I feel like this could be right for me. But I just don't know if I can bring myself to drink another mans blood." He said.

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Maxime nodded and before he could blink the man was on him biting into his neck. He tasted blood and then the world began to go dark around him as he felt weak and collapsed to the ground his eyes shut and he was out cold.

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Maxime's eyes slowly opened to see the dark forest. He felt different for one he could not feel his heart beat. But he also felt somewhat hungry starving actually. He groaned he was weak almost close to death but technically he was dead.

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Maxime pushed the door to the bar open. He was much paler than his last trip here but then he was technically still alive. This new life was still an adjustment to him. He walked slowly across the room and took a seat at the counter as he tried to process what was going on in this place.

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Maxime thought about ordering a piece of bread even a cup of water but knew he would end up just throwing it back up. He couldn't eat or drink anything anymore well except one thing but he wasn't sure if he could bring himself to do it. It wasn't like he could just order blood could he?

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Maxime pushed the door to the bar open and looked around, this was the second time he came here since the incident. He was hungrier than the previous day, he refused to feed on the living he needed blood but it wasn't like they just sold it did they? He sighed adn waked across the room and took a seat at the bar.

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Maxime walked into the bar and looked around but today he was not here to drink he was here to see if he could find any of his kind. Specifically anyone who had not sworn their alligence to the DÉTENTE. He needed money and he still needed to prove his loyalty to them so hopefully there may be a few rogue vampires. He paused and looked around the room as he surveyed the patrons before crossing the room and taking a seat at a booth toward the back of the bar.

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Ugh I gtg xD this always happens I get in then something comes up lol

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Maxime did not notice anything out of the ordinary and sighed he was still newly turned and didn't even realize there was another of his kind right under his nose. He got up with one final look and walked out the door to the bar.

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Maxime entered the room and looked around. He had just returned from his trip to the tavern. He figured it would be a good idea to report in. Before he had entered he swore he had heard movement but the room was clearly empty. He placed a hand on the hilt of his blade and cautiously circled the room.

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Suddenly, and without warning, the large round table at the focal point of the Room of Reason began to crack. Sections would make themselves prominent, a serious of lines connecting at a massive star in the center. The star broke, and triangles of table would raise up, others falling back. The table was transforming, spiraling in on itself until it was a smaller table appearing to hover at the center of a pit. What was going on?

A cloaked head popped over the horizon of the pit, as Casren ascended the hidden staircase. Beneath the cloak he was armed with a few weapons he hoped would prove handy on his endeavor. An enchanted blade, nothing all too special but especially sharp, a gun loaded with silver bullets and a couple extra clips, and a few things designed by Descorp. His cell phone, of course, which he had discovered down there in the secret armory had something called GPS. How long had this existed, how long had he foolishly mapped?

And how long had Maxime been here?
He stared, standing on the edge of the pit as the table pulled itself back together behind him. Then, the room was silent.

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Maxime watched as Casren emerged from the transforming table with a variety of weapons. He looked stunned for just a moment before speaking. "Ah BonSoir. I-ah Was coming to report in to receive my orders when I heard a noise from the room my lord." he said a bit nervously.

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Orders? He was off put for a moment, before coming to and removing the hood.

Of course! Is the Pool of Nyx secure?
It was an offhanded sounding question, but ridiculously important.

He next looked around, sensing another, mildly harried that he had been interrupted on his way out.

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"I'm unsure I just came from the Tavern I have not been by there yet." He said with a frown. "Is something wrong?" He asked this was only his second day reporting for his military duties and he hope the meaning was literal and not a code phrase. Then Maxime sensed someone else had arrived and Maxime looked the man over and decided to leave his hand on the hilt of the blade but remained silent.

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To Maxime, he turned first. Addressing him gravely, Casren spoke true very important instructions.

Protect the Cursed Wood, and all who seek refuge in these trees. Let Verinotte Hollow, and the safety of the creatures who flee to this forest, be a haven to the supernatural, to those who wish to live in peace from the war between Man and Night. So be them peaceful, so protect them. This is the highest command, the highest order, the most important request I can make.


Casren next turned to Kaiser, and gestured towards a seat.
Kaiser, my dearest of friends,

He meant for the poor man to sit while he finished speaking with Maxime.

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Maxime listened to the instructions carefully. But it was the last part that caught him. The war between Man and Night. Were they going to war or was this merely a reference to the rouge hunters that attacked the vampires. Maxime paused

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Maxime listened to the instructions carefully. But it was the last part that caught him. The war between Man and Night. Were they going to war or was this merely a reference to the rouge hunters that attacked the vampires. Maxime paused and was not sure if he was dismissed so he waited a moment.

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Wing City Lake has been poisoned with Elysium, the Pool of Nyx is an obvious target. Our people must be protected, at all costs. The people of Wing City, the Supernaturals, they must be allowed entry, civility must be enforced,
At this Casren paused. He had not been prepared to discuss this, but it came. Slowly, his gazed lingered on Kaiser, before snapping back to Maxime.

Alucard. Ubarum Xul. They are wanted. Find them. Make sure they do as little damage as, as, as, as possible!
With a wave of his arms, he dismissed Maxime, and whirled to Kaiser.

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Maxime nodded in an instant and gave a small salute and walked out of the room. This sounded serious, Poison and refuggees this was the cost of having enemies and possibly an act of war in many eyes. With his years of experience in the french military he decided to head to the pool as soon as he got a chance.

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The still night in Verinotte Hollow was suddenly torn asunder by the sound of gigantic footsteps, marching, engines and treads. A Column of dust and noise emanated from the east, and to the eastern perimeter of the gate.



Greeting the wrought Iron gate, and inevitably trampling through it was a column of Tsunami tanks five deep and two wide. The Tanks created a makeshift path through the fence and on towards the hollow itself. Flanked on both sides of the tank column was roughly one hundred and fifty Imperial warriors, all of them in futuristic Samurai-like armor. They marched in perfect synchronous step with the tanks, their footsteps echoing through the hollow as they moved towards the town.

Behind the column of tanks and men were three King Oni mechs, in a delta formation, with the lead one carrying the Taiyou flag in it's grasp.



The Column of Vehicles and men moved until they inevitably reached the Square, the Hall, and the tavern, the cluster of buildings and it seemed that despite the resistance from Guards, the moving Soldiers largely ignored them, the sheer size and power of the King Oni enough to deter any potential resistance.

Once the vehicles and men came to a stop, a single Sudden Transport soared through the sky, and would touch down directly on the square.

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"Things have certainly changed, and like always this planet is going to shit," Zosimos indulged in the blood powder, too much to taste any good. Daemala's mouth dropped open at his words. He waved a hand and forgave her manners. It was true. There were too many military presences for anyone to be entirely relevant. Stocks were down, though war seemed to be up. Ridgecrest City was aflame, and Casren was nowhere to be found.

Which left Daemala in charge, which was certainly no good for their coffers. Ulrich Paternosta and Riesel Dracul slipped in with a child, who was upon closer inspection not a child at all. Zosimos sniffed the air. Who was that? That smell was familiar...

"We are hosting a ball," Daemala said firmly, glaring a hole into Zosimos, who pretended not to notice. She pulled a bundle of millennial pink envelopes from a fold in her dress and threw them on the table. There was enough for everyone in the Detente, and the pile seemed to grow by the second.