Name: Primo Multorum
Alias:Phasma
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 196 lbs
Age: 27
Skin: White
Build: Athletic
Hair: Navy Blue
Eyes: Dark Blue
Race: Human
Class: Reaper
IQ: 186
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Phasma, reaper of Veldalla
My scythe is my only friend. Do I need any other?
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ikiros
Description
Name: Primo Multorum
Alias:Phasma
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 196 lbs
Age: 27
Skin: White
Build: Athletic
Hair: Navy Blue
Eyes: Dark Blue
Race: Human
Class: Reaper
IQ: 186
Personality
Efficient. That is the word that describes Phasma the best. He does his job and that's about it. At first glance, one might call him cruel, perhaps cold, but that simply means he's watching and paying attention. Keeping an eye on things, if you would. He's calm and quite easy to talk to, unless you get nervous about seeing a man who carries a scythe on his back. He opens up after a few minutes, but if he feels like it, he will be just as cold as he is normally for quite some time. He's really a nice person, but enjoys playing with those of weaker minds than his.
Equipment
Falx- His normal scythe. Although it appears normal, it actually has three separate forms it flickers between. In this form, Falx is just like any other steel-bladed scythe. It has a simple enchantment; one to keep it from corroding or breaking.
Capulus- The second form of his weapon. It has all the same properties as Falx, along with being able to harm the undead and spirits as well as beings that still live. It has a special ability, called "Entomb", where the blade vanishes from sight as Phasma swings. If the target he strikes is living, it becomes exhausted, as if it had hiked over rough, mountainous terrain for a whole day. If a single target is "Entombed" several times, their soul is sucked into the blade of Capulus, rendering the person a slave to the scythe until Phasma decides to free them. Souls can only be freed from Falx's third form. If the blade would strike a target that is inanimate, it will simply pass through when using "Entomb".
Fornax- The third and final form of Phasma's scythe. The blade retains all abilities of the previous two forms plus a few. It is enchanted with the element of fire and instead of being able to "Entomb" it has it's own special. Fornax's special power is called "Soul's Fire", which releases all souls trapped within the blade in an explosion of fire energy that harms anyone it's wielder views as an enemy. As long as someone is not viewed as an enemy, "Soul's Fire" will not harm them at all.
So begins...
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla's Story
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla finally opened his eyes and saw that the first demon he'd seen, Ms. Fortune, was directly in his line of sight. Having nothing better to do, he stood and adjusted the way his scythe lay across his back before taking a few tentative, if they could be called that, steps towards her. "Seems to me like you might want someone to talk to, since you're not able to have fun with any of the ladies around here. Mind talking with me for a while? I need something to do." He smiled a little, indicating to a booth situated against the wall no more than twenty away fromt hem.
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla sighed, having been ignored by the demonette. He reached out to lightly tap her should, hoping she wouldn't react violently to his actions. He'd never really enjoyed being the person to begin conversations. Sure, if he were spoken to, he would talk and keep one going, but he wasn't one to start them. Despite his slight anxiety and bothersome habit of being shy, he continued reaching, letting his fingers drop once, twice, three times on the woman's right shoulder.
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla smiled at her response. "Ah. Don't worry about it. I'm simply interested in who you are. Perhaps we might could talk some more? How about...over there?" he said, pointing to the same booth he'd thought of before. He looked at Kazura, wondering why he simply didn't ignore the teasing. It had gotten him through his years of school, so why couldn't it work for others? He smiled, thinking bac on those years.
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla turned to Cassandra, smiling. "I' doubt I'm all that good looking, but if you think so, then more power to you. Either way, hello to you as well. Might I know you name, Miss?" He let his smile fade into a slight smirk, figuring it wouldn't do him well to smile all the time. Plus, his muscles were starting to become tired. He'd not seemed so happy for quite some time.
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla absentmindedly put a hand on the shaft of his scythe, Falx, feeling the weapon rapidly shift through its three forms. He managed a smile and replied, "Phasma, Reaper of Veldalla. It's a...a pleasure to meet you." He looked over her form appreciatively, though he didn't let his gaze travel for too long before he returned it to her face.
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla smiled at the two succubi before him. "Perhaps it could be a pleasure, but I'd prefer to keep my soul, if you don't mind it too much." He looked around, feeling heat coming off his weapon. He pulled it from his back and watched as the blade and handle shifted into Fornax, it's final form. He "hmm'd" slightly at what was happening.
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla "I may not need one, but it's sort of what keeps me..you know...me. And thanks. Falx, here, well normally it's Falx, He's been my only friend since I came to this universe. This is his most dangerous form, Fornax. His other form, which may interest you, is Capulus." He chuckled as she turned and yelled at the other guy. "Isn't that her choice though, Cassandra?"
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla "You? Share my soul? Ooh...that may not work out. Sorta from another universe here." He chuckled softly. "Actually, it probably would be really difficult, and even if it weren't, I'd rather not. Anyways, what brings you to this world, aside from perhaps the sould."
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla shrugged. "Sure, why not. I've certainly got nothing else to do as of right now." He smiled and then returned Fornax, which was slowly melting away to Falx, to his back, securing it in place before nodding to her.
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla looked down at the thin layer of glass beneath him. "Certainly interesting way to travel. So, what about this beach makes you so interested in it? Anything in particular, or just some love of the sea?" He didn't bother to apologize for doing nothing more than trying to analyze her. It didn't bother him at all. He enjoyed finding out what made people do the things that they do.
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla "Hmm. I've always viewed the sea as just another thing that needs to be figured out. I mean, sure, there's a natural mystery to it, but I'd rather know what's out there, and then imagine more, than have the potential for anything before I know it. Oh well." He sighed and then unlimbered his scythe, stepping off the glass and swinging the weapon around, through dozens of smooth and interconnected forms, moving his body only within a small circle. The sand beneath his feet slowly became more and more compact, forming a shallow depression that he never left.
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla smiled and turns to face her, the scythe continuing in it's path. "If that's what this does, it's simply something extra. I can assure you that each and every one of these swings would be lethal, should they connect with the opponent." To punctuate his statement, he swung the scythe past her face, only inches between the blade and her nose. With a final, unneeded flourish, he threw the scythe into the air, letting it land tip-first in the sand. He smiled and crossed his arms, not looking at the half-buried blade.
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla 's face shifted to one of wonderment. "I'm impressed you didn't react. If I'd wanted, Falx would be poking through your head completely. Ver impressive." He mumbled for a moment, noticing that she was getting closer. He smiled and let himself relax a bit more, shaking his head to get some hair out of his eyes.
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla "Holy, huh? Try not to get in the way of Fornax then. He'd burn away your flesh. But yes, I suppose I'm comfortable. Mostly since You're the only one around." He uncrossed his arms and let them hang limp at his sides, content to let her touch him if she chose to.
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla lifted his arms to push her away but stopped when they were halfway up. He melted into the feeling emanating from his mouth. He opened his mouth slightly as she pulled away, not sure of what to do. He lifted his left hand to her chin, pulling her in to a kiss from him before pulling back asking, "Dangerous? Was that the word you were looking for?"
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla smiled, a slight glint in his eye. "You could be, but then again, so could I." He pecked her softly on the nose and then pulled back, leaning back and twisting away. He may have been tall, but his martial training had taught him how to be flexible. For his fighting style, he'd been taught to maintain balance, which led him to improvise some moves of his own, one being a rotating swing while twisting backwards.
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla "They caught my eye. I enjoy meeting new people, even though I'm hesitant to start them myself. I take it they show that you're not quite a demon. Well, either that or that you're a different kind." He paused for a moment before adding, "Sorry, I'm blabbering."
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla "I can understand the want for freedom. Ever since I came here, I've not been plagued with threats on my life, nor commissions for me to fight for my country. Here I can Live. I only wish She'd been able to come with..." He sighed, thinking back to the girl with bronzed skin and golden waves of hair that had let him pledge his soul for her. Maybe that was why this demon could see his soul so well. He knew it still burned for his homeland."
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla shook himself, forcing the thoughts to sink back into his mind. He looked over at her and smiled. "You like him? He friendly, you know. Well, unless you mean to kill me, that is." He walked over and pulled the scythe from the sand, a slight ring sounding as the sand scraped the blame. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, the shape of the weapon rippling and darkening, turning into Capulus from Falx. "And this is Capulus, the Coffin. He's sort of demonic, in that he likes to hold onto souls."