Short version: Onyx is tall and thin, with gray eyes and long black hair. There’s nothing special about his eyes; they just happen to be gray. Although he looks somewhat fragile in physical terms, he also seems menacing, especially when angered.
He prefers to dress plainly, in dark colors (or white), but rarely black. He has no accessories.
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Onyx was born into his power as a warlock, making him somewhat less powerful than those granted such power. His magic is essentially fueled by his 'soul', which is far more powerful than that of a normal human; in addition, the power comes back at such a rate that it's hard to use up. Still, extensive draw on this power will weaken Onyx.
This power grants Onyx a wide range of powers, though he's limited compared to many other spellcaster. He has no defensive or healing ability, and almost all of his offensive powers are lethal, making it rather hard for him to capture anybody.
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Onyx Keifer
A snarky warlock.
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Eladonius
Description
Personality
Onyx is snarky at best to rude at worst, ranging through various levels of sarcasm between. He's able to act well enough to fill most roles in a hurry, and has a bit of a different morality than most people. Technolgoy interest him almsot as much as magic, and in a multidimensional setting, he'll happily spend quite a lot of pare time examining new forms of both.
Equipment
Onyx keeps a generator (small, silver oval, in terms of appearances) which produces a holographic .44 magnum. That allows him to generally shoot whatever his magic won't kill, especially since its bullets lack recoil, and the guns doesn't need reloading since it's, well, holographic. It's slow, but don't underestimate its power... unless you normally ignore bullets, in which case, you'll be safe from it.
He also has a set of holographic armor, also originating form a generator. Invisible until something attempts to damage Onyx, it resembles a set of dark blue leather armor. It isn't very strong, and can be overwhelmed easily, but recharges quickly.
History
For starters, who names their kids Onyx?
They didn't. A few years back, onyx lost his memory. Most of it, anyway. And he hasn't gone looking for the missing pieces, because he feels that would be stupid. So he simply renamed himself and made a new life. He made friends with a lot of people, despite his general bad attitude - a knight, an assassin, a necromancer, a healer, and so forth.
But more importantly, he became a criminal. Or rather, a crime lord, so to speak. He ran the crime in his neighborhood, and mostly stayed out of jail.
How'd he get here? He wishes he knew.
So begins...
Onyx Keifer's Story
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"Do try not to give into too much anger," Onyx warned. "I'm not about to start in on ethics, believe me, but it can easily get you killed. Me, I'm not angry. Oh, I'll happily crush the skulls of everyone responsible, but I'm not angry."
"That," Onyx said after a few seconds, "shouldn't be biologically possible. Well, not for humans, anyway. You SHOULD be bleeding. If we were on my planet, that'd be easy to heal. Here, though, I haven't found any hospitals. And I don't heal."
"So did I," Onyx countered. "Several people died there, and several more came close. Fervus, I face death on a near-weekly basis. Get over it. Being blinded by your anger at this will get you killed, not almsot killed."
"There's a difference," Onyx argued. "You can want revenge all you want. That's fine. But be calm about it. Rational."
He cut himself off to look at a giant wolf that had just come into the bar. Go figure. He'd seen big wolves, albeit never one quite that size. Still, it wasn't attacking, so he dismissed its presence for now, though he briefly lost track of the conversation at hand.
He cut himself off to look at a giant wolf that had just come into the bar. Go figure. He'd seen big wolves, albeit never one quite that size. Still, it wasn't attacking, so he dismissed its presence for now, though he briefly lost track of the conversation at hand.
"What way?" Onyx demanded, back on track. "I'm not asking that you do something else. I'm asking that you do whatever you've been doing intelligently."
"Don't expect you to," Onyx agreed. "All right, then. What else is new? You know, aside form the giant wolf."
"I didn't," Onyx said. "I was going to my literal one - my house. Stepped through the front door and right into Gambit's. Some kind of dimensional portal, either one-way or shut down afterwards. If John's here, I'm guessing one-way."
"No, never had that dream," Onyx told her. "And I don't know what Nord or Dwemeer means. Sounds pretty bad, though. Doesn't explain how you got here."
The front doors exploded inwards in a burst of flame (the bar would repair them anyway). The light from the flames briefly made the rest of the bar seem dim, and the heat melted nearby ice to water.
Onyx walked through the hole he'd just made into Gambit's bar, and promptly had to duck a mug and a plate.
"What in the name of Fervus is going on?" He demanded, catching a steak knife as it flew past him.
Onyx walked through the hole he'd just made into Gambit's bar, and promptly had to duck a mug and a plate.
"What in the name of Fervus is going on?" He demanded, catching a steak knife as it flew past him.
"Oh, come on!" Onyx growled to himself. "Not this freaking thing again."
He dropped the melted hunk that had been a steak knife, and scanned the bar. Out of the few people in it, he only recognized Tiaan. That made her his priority.
Of course, his power was already starting to surge in bursts again. He didn't let it. His first thought was fire, but his second was that it would hurt Tiaan. SO he seized his power and turned it to ice, keeping himself safe from the cold without hurting Tiaan. He made his way to the snow elf as best he could, with flying objects everywhere.
He dropped the melted hunk that had been a steak knife, and scanned the bar. Out of the few people in it, he only recognized Tiaan. That made her his priority.
Of course, his power was already starting to surge in bursts again. He didn't let it. His first thought was fire, but his second was that it would hurt Tiaan. SO he seized his power and turned it to ice, keeping himself safe from the cold without hurting Tiaan. He made his way to the snow elf as best he could, with flying objects everywhere.
Onyx reached Tiaan with a surprising minimum of difficultly, all things considered. He reached out a hand to her - she wasn't going to hurt him with her ice, at this point - and changed the focus of his power, just briefly, from frost to nausea. He was pretty sure she was already in no condition to walk, and she probably wouldn't be able to resist if he picked her up, but he wanted to be sure. And maybe, just maybe, the feeling of sickness would knock her power off-balance.
Onyx performed the typical 'heroic' lift on Tiaan: he picked her up from behind, one hand supporting from under her knees and the other from her back. With most of the wind being both erratic and kept down by Nikka's Gale Hound, it was pretty easy for him to make it out. A table landed in his path, but as a burst of power surged from within him on its own, he executed the same trick he'd done accidentally last time: he said something that wasn't quite a rod, something that almost seemed to warp the air around it, and the table shattered into splinters. An ice shard flung itself at him, but it melted into the ice that covered him, created by his own power.
Onyx kept walking, intending to carry the damned elf well outside of Gambit's.
Onyx kept walking, intending to carry the damned elf well outside of Gambit's.
Realizing that Tiaan was unconscious and her power was rapidly diminishing, Onyx simply set her down to the side of the path, and turned around to head into Gambit's - he had seen someone else there, after all.
What he saw instead was somebody he'd never wanted to see again. Not really somebody who'd terrified him, no... but then, nothing truly scared Onyx. But if there was anything Onyx never wanted to see again, it was this.. person.
A moment later, he realized that this... person... was hauling out the other victim he'd noticed. That sure as hell couldn't be right. Realizing that the... person... was actually some form of illusion, he shook it off and ran back to help get Nikki out.
What he saw instead was somebody he'd never wanted to see again. Not really somebody who'd terrified him, no... but then, nothing truly scared Onyx. But if there was anything Onyx never wanted to see again, it was this.. person.
A moment later, he realized that this... person... was hauling out the other victim he'd noticed. That sure as hell couldn't be right. Realizing that the... person... was actually some form of illusion, he shook it off and ran back to help get Nikki out.
Incidentally, at that point, the doors to Gambit's Bar opened (on their own) for what appeared to be a very large, white cat. Well, white, and also on fire. The fire seemed to actually be part of the cat - in fact, it was almost like decoration: the flames hissed, sizzled and crackled, yet they produced no heat and very little light. They seemed rather harmless, in fact. The cat - or, rather, hellcat - took a few steps into the bar, and looked around.
After a few seconds, it shrugged and stood on its hind legs. Then the cat and its flames blurred, shifted, changed colors; it was rather disorienting to watch. Still, within a minute, the hellcat had become a human, Onyx. The warlock (fully dressed) checked to make sure all of his parts were right - as well as he could without stripping - and, satisfied that he'd transformed right, took a seat at the bar.
Clearly, the drug wasn't active here right now, or he'd have noticed. Still, he wasn't about to eat or drink anything right now.
After a few seconds, it shrugged and stood on its hind legs. Then the cat and its flames blurred, shifted, changed colors; it was rather disorienting to watch. Still, within a minute, the hellcat had become a human, Onyx. The warlock (fully dressed) checked to make sure all of his parts were right - as well as he could without stripping - and, satisfied that he'd transformed right, took a seat at the bar.
Clearly, the drug wasn't active here right now, or he'd have noticed. Still, he wasn't about to eat or drink anything right now.
Onyx spent several moments considering the nearby pair of men. After all, Gambit's bar wasn't really the best place to just go have a chat with others. On the other hand, that was what he did. He talked. He met people. He even made a few rare friends. He gathered information. And although he'd made progress in the last few weeks, his information network here wasn't nearly as good as the one back home.
So, he got up and sauntered over to the pair. Both of them had noticed his entrance anyway. And, bonus, one of them had a beer; if he happened to be unaffected, maybe the drug wasn't there, either.
"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked them politely.
So, he got up and sauntered over to the pair. Both of them had noticed his entrance anyway. And, bonus, one of them had a beer; if he happened to be unaffected, maybe the drug wasn't there, either.
"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked them politely.
"Onyx. And how do you do that? Onyx asked Skan, pulling up a chair. "Actual explosives? Localized excitation of molecules? Spontaneous combustion? Fire magic?"
Onyx considered that for a few moments, then shrugged. "Never heard of either ki or saiyans. Don't exist where I come from. What are those?"
"Define 'energy'," Onyx suggested. "What exactly is it, in your terms? After all, energy used for psychical exertion is different from innate magic. Similar, but different. Both would tire you, but in different ways. Where I come from, most people only have a small amount of innate magical energy, but they can use it to draw power from the environment, and use that to achieve different effects. A few people - like me - have so much raw magic power that we don't need to draw on any outside source. This ki, though, doesn't mean anything to me."
"That doesn't make sense," Onyx argued back. He didn't seem to notice Walter's comment. "At least, not based on the natural laws where I come from. My magic IS from me. based on that, I'd assume that ki and natural magic are the same thing. Still... that's not necessarily true. Every dimension that forms differently, rather than simply being a direct alternate to another dimension, will form different laws and different forms of certain things; what changes and what doesn't is impossible to determine without crossing over and learning directly from natives. As far as I know of."
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