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Nevan Ceren

"I get this strange feeling I'm about to do something stupid."

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

Description

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Image not mine.

Rewriting. Kind of.
Name: Nevan Ceren.
Age: He visits so many alternate dimension he isn't even sure he has an age.
Race: A hybrid of many.

Family

Mother: Kenna
Father: Cenoic
Brother: Abel
Sister: Naomi
Aunt(s): Cinder, Amber
Uncle: Drakus
Cousin: Ezrael

Friends/Associates

Closest Friend: Erocet.
Lover: None.
Other Friends: N/A.

Appearance: Nevan has short, maroon hair and has
developed heterochromia in his right eye, turning it into the
sickly crimson colour shared by so many of his family; in addition,
the Sclera of his right eye is a void-black rather tan white. He
is reasonably tall, lean and tends to wear more modern
clothing than the rest of his kin.

As seen in the image, Nevan also has a rather nasty 'scar'
that runs the length around his neck; with almost stitch-like
properties suggesting he once had his head removed... Then
sewn back on again...

Personality: Nevan is smart-mouthed, quick to taunt his opponents and
overconfident. At the same time, he does what he wants, when he wants to -
causing the trouble he enjoys so greatly.

Weapons:

Genesis: "The large sword was clean and gleaming; the cross-guard more like demonic horns than the normal bland stick of metal. Between these 'horns' were the Demon's head, a goat-like creature with two glowing red orbs for eyes. The neck then descended down; ending the hilt and beginning the large, gleaming blade. It was wide and sharp; with several large, hilt-pointing 'wave' patterns that gave it a nasty serrated property. Finally, the blade ended at the sharp tip - the very end of which was permanently stained red." Genesis is Nevan's primary weapon; unbreakable against even the strongest forces. Its size and shape makes it resemble a Zweihander.

Exodus: To come.

Leviticus: To come.

Abilities: With his lineage and sword in hand, Nevan is, by
birth, a naturally powerful guy. He can survive injuries that would
otherwise fatally harm another, often with little more to show for it
than another scar. He is also capable of superhuman strength, speed
and agility.

Nevan, sharing the blood of his father, is capable of blood magic.
His particular area of blood magic seems to be direct manipulation;
he is even able to surround himself in an armour that makes him
appear much more demonic. He is also capable of, to an extent,
rapidly regenerating his cells, meaning his blood can potentially
multiply. However, his failing comes from exhaustion and severe
injuries - not even he can keep up forever.

Through childhood education received by his Father, Nevan is also
capable of a certain other type of magic: that of wielding a black
flame that can manifest tricks and illusions to confuse his opponent.
As of yet, it can't really be used to either offensively or defensively.

In addition to this, his right, unusual eye is immune to forces of bright,
otherwise blinding light and allows him to see forces of Demonic magic;
giving him something of an advantage against them.

So begins...

Nevan Ceren's Story

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"Ugh..." Was all he could really vocalize as he saw Naomi come over and bother him, the hug and the request to play making him ask once again...

"How are you older than me?"

Whatever. It was probably best if he never did fully understand, so instead of waiting for an answer he casually tried to place a hand on Naomi's head and keep her held at arms length... "Do I have to? I'm tired and bored and am waiting for someone..."

"Besides, aren't I too old to run playing Kiddie games?"

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Nevan Ceren sighed at Naomi's clear stress and lay his head down upon the Counter. "Why don't you go and play with Abel?" He asked; a similar phrase to one he seemed to have heard plenty of times as a child himself... Which was one of the reasons why it was harder for him to say 'no'.

"I'm tired and cold and not really feeling well myself, you know?" He explained with a small shrug. "Besides! What would we even 'play'?"

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Nevan Ceren raised a brow at Naomi after tilting his head from the Counter... "Umm... Shouldn't we get Mum or Dad, or something?" He asked; it being noteworthy that he called them informally instead of 'mother' and 'father'. "Dad once told me to get one of them if she ever started acting strange."

He reached a hand out and made to place it atop Naomi's head. "Umm..." He didn't know what he was doing, or what he should do, so instead he just pat her like she was some sort of pet Dog.

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"What mess? Eh, whatever.. I'll just..." Nevan removed his hand and slit from the bar stool; carrying his form away from his brother and sister as the strange mist began to flow forth from his sister... It didn't particularly feel like a safe environment right now.

"Uhh... Then what to we do?" He asked, starting to panic a little. "I don't care if you and Dad don't get on, this kinda looks like something he should handle..."

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Nevan Ceren gritted his teeth and stepped back from Abel... Oh, Nevan was strong and in most circumstances, he would love to just brag about it... But he knew his Older Brother could kick his ass without even trying. Damnit!

"Then what about Mum? Can she help?" He asked, while watching Naomi cry openly during her breakdown... Yes.. Kenna could help, surely? He had always preferred her over his Father, a feeling he was sure all of his siblings shared...

"Damnit, Abel! Just give her what she wants!"

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Nevan Ceren held his sword out to the far side of his body, before turning it forwards so the tip pointed vaguely in the direction of Gambit's Bar. With the single press of a button along the handle, the sword shot off into the distance with the intense flame sprouting from the bottom of the hilt drawing a single, smokey line in the sky; while the teenager was carried along for the ride, ecstatically enjoying every moment.
Right up until the miniature Jet flame suddenly ceased and both the boy and his sword fell some distance onto the roof of Gambit's Bar with a barely audible thud. Merely brushing himself off, Nevan quickly found himself trailing down the fire escape, inviting himself passage through a room with an open window, then taking the stairs from Gambit's Hotel into the Bar area.


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Nevan Ceren made his way into the bar with a look of boredom on his face. It only took one look to make him realize that the only people he was interested in seeing weren't present, but with the smell of blood and talk of drug heavy in his ears and nostrils, he decided to stick around for a little bit, lest he leave and subsequently miss all the good stuff.

The teen forced his neck from side to side, allowing cracking sounds to break free from the release of oxygen caught in his joints, then with a shrug and a flick of his jacket, made his way over to the Counter where he would take a seat and lay his head down upon the table-top.

Turning it on its side, he took a look at the contents of the room and then loudly advertised, "Handing out favours in return for alcohol!" Without a hint of shame showing on his noble face.

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"What... No-one at all?" He asked in disappointment as his eyes glanced around the room. Fair enough, it made perfect sense: why would anyone want to bother with a Kid like him in the first place?

He'd just have to tend to himself, then. He sat up, the tip of his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth while he looked around to see if any staff were close enough to notice or stop him from going through with his plan...

It seemed to be all clear for now, so with a grin and leap, Nevan vaulted over the bar counter and slipped over to the refrigerator located behind.

"Well then, what should I have to drink?" He asked himself as he merrily began to help himself to the assortment of alcohol filled bottles.

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Nevan Ceren found himself thrown into the room, not by physical or elemental hand, but purely by his own desire to finally get served alcohol in that damn place... He couldn't, nay, WOULDN'T wait until he was legal. Rules were made to be broken, and break them he would.

So he slid in, maneuvered his way around tables, chairs and the occasional man, and slid to a halt at the counter where he sat down.

"Barkeep! I want a beer!"

"No," the man replied.

"Egh... Another argument. Just do it, man. Sheesh."

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"Nope. You're underage."

"Look, just do it, or I'll kick your ass, how about that?"

The barkeep merely grinned and pulled a shotgun from under the counter. "Are you sure about that?"

"... What? You're going to bring a gun into a fist fight with a sixteen year old? Really? Hey everyone! I'm being threatened and molested by this bartender! Quick! Pedophile! Call the-"

Oh, that had worked. The Karkeep went into a frenzy of panic. "OKAY! OKAY! Stop it already! Shut the fuck up! You can have your damn beer!"

Nevan grinned and sat back in his seat. "Better make it a couple of pints."

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Nevan Ceren raised his brow towards Vikter. "Sure, why not?"

"Bartender, get this guy one, too. On the house."

"No fuckin way-"

"HELP! He said he'd put that gun in my-" and then, in a glorious display of acting, Nevan broke down into tears, that is... Until both men had a beer placed in front of them. Unsurprisingly, the tears went away in order for the teenager to enjoy a good ol' drink. His first, in fact.

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Nevan Ceren could only take one or two small gulps before the beer tickled the inside of his throat and he had to have a cough fit to get rid of the itch.

"Eghheh... Argh... Blerh... No problem, really!-"

He began coughing again.

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"Room service!" Nevan cried out while knocking loudly on the door from the hall outside.

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"It's complimentary," Nevan answered while standing there staring at Silus while his jaw moved to accommodate the chewing gum pressed between his teeth. Obviously he didn't have a trolley with him, but that was obviously the last thing on his mind. "You got any cool stuff in there?"

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"Oh really? Take my card," the teen said as he slipped his hand into his pocket and then held it out to the man in front of him. "Nevan - irritant hunter."

Obviously, the writing on the card was extremely small. So small that it would probably take quite a while to realize that the writing didn't actually say anything.

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Nevan Ceren knocked loudly on the door again.

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Nevan Ceren shrugged, seeing that there wouldn't be an answer. So instead he kicked open the door and wandered inside, not caring at all for the people inside as he began to go through any draw or cupboard he could find in search of something valuable.

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Nevan Ceren took the punch like a man, since after all, he was one. A miniature one, anyway. "Ouch, there was no need for that. The stuff in here isn't even yours anyway, it's a fuckin' hotel room."
Even as Newt growled and chattered those strange mandibles, Nevan merely shrugged and waved his hand in a dismissing manner. "Sorry, but you're not the thing I'm here for, so shoo."

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"Well, my good people, it looks like I just found what I was lookin' for," Nevan said. For even as he slipped what looked to be a complimentary toffee into his pocket, he was staring out of the window at what appeared to be a large, winged, bat-like creature terrorizing the skies outside.
"And this is where we part ways, a fond farewell to you all," he said; saluting to each of them with a wave before crashing backwards out of the window. A moment later he was wrestling the fiend through the air and into the distance and subsequently disappeared.

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"Oh boy! Oh boy!" Nevan cried as he literally danced in with an elegant twirl, until the teenager's form came to a halt by Scythe and Driselda. "Drakus? Dear ol' uncle Drakus? Wotshedunnow?"

The boy had a grin on his face, one that betrayed complete excitement. "I never liked the bastard or my Mum's sisters, but I doubt your little Ghecko there will be able to scratch that guy! Haha."