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Randolph Pickman

Art Sales Man of mysterious origins.

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

Description



Personality: Pickman is a superb sales person who never seems to run out of art to sell. He seems to also never stay in same place ever, selling beautiful pieces of art whether sculptures, paintings or something far more obtuse, the pieces are never fakes and seem captivating to whoever takes them. In the end he shall always sell.

Age: Indeterminable

Powers: Seem to be able to open pocket dimension where he seems to to have exhaustive supply of art.

So begins...

Randolph Pickman's Story

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Character Portrait: Randolph Pickman

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#, as written by Rulke
All of a sudden there was a sound of energy forming into rift within the square, people would gather around as it grew and out stepped a figure dressed in casual but business like coat and dark brown trousers. He was carrying an assortment of interesting objects, paintings, boxes full of strange mysterious trinkets, each one priceless in look by all standards. He would keep walking back to pull out more interesting pieces, each one more alluring than the other.

Finally he removed a table placed it nearby, collected the various items around him and put it on top of the table or nearby. This took quite some time, as he appeared focused on putting it in intricate and wonderful displays. Each one carefully crafted and themed.

Once it was complete, he then went back the rift, pulled out a podium, lugging it surprisingly well for someone his age to center nearby the table.

Now it was clear that people were intrigued by all this, and were watching intently as he prepared this all so carefully.

Then out of nowhere their questions were answered, "Greetings everyone, I am Randolph Pickman travelling art and artefact sales man, each piece you see here is absolutely authentic and not a copy in anyway." he would walk over to the table and pull up a shield, "We have here the 'The Shield of Zeus' given to Perseus by Athena to block himself from the sight of the Gorgon. As you can see the only thing about it is it's been polished and appears brand new, to start with I am starting with a bid of 500 hundred, do I hear 650 pounds?"

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Character Portrait: Randolph Pickman Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge

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#, as written by Edelle
Cyril tumbled into the street, landing flat on his tail-bone. "Mother o' Beelzebub!" he growled, standing up and rubbing his now-aching spine. He stumbled over to the sidewalk, leaning his arm against a wall for support. It was too bright out for his liking, so he felt around in his pockets and pulled out a pair of darkly-tinted aviators.
"Thas better." He mumbled, stretching out his gangly arms and rolling back his shoulders. There was some activity going on in the square, so he shuffled over, hands in his pockets, to see what was going on. His eye was caught immediately by something shining in the sun. A polished mirror-like shield. Being a demon, Cyril knew a priceless artifact when he saw one.
"Six 'undred fitty!" He shouted. "That'll look good on my wall, won' it?" He smiled broadly, admiring his own reflection in the shield, much in the manner a parrot would.

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Character Portrait: Eliott Character Portrait: Randolph Pickman Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge

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#, as written by Rulke
Watching them both, he said, "Do I hear seven hundred, seven hundred for this amazing piece which many would consider practically a steal. The fact it was once used by a Hero to kill the fiendish beast like the Gorgon makes this thing just an amazing find. C'mon people, 700!" he would gesture and pick it up, and show the object from all sides, to let the sun shine over the piece, creating a wonderful sheen.

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Character Portrait: Pandemic Character Portrait: Randolph Pickman Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge

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#, as written by Edelle
Cyril squinted at the shield and pursed his lips. It was too nice to pass up. He'd been drawn in by the polished surface, the way light glinted off of it.
"Seven 'undred!" He said boldly, running his hands through his blond mohawk. He patted his back pocket for his wallet, money likely wouldn't be an issue for a while, as long as the price didn't get too high. "Then again," he thought, "I could just steal it."

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Character Portrait: Eliott Character Portrait: Pandemic Character Portrait: Randolph Pickman Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge

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#, as written by Rulke
Laughing he watched on in amusement, "Seven hundred from the lovely mohawked gentleman. Do I hear eight hundred, eight hundred and I can tell you are getting practically a steal. In fact I dare say, you could sell this very piece for a sizable sum to any museum in Wing City. So eight hundred, eight hundred go on make it worth your while, drag out the wallets and lets see that cash."

Someone from the front raised their hand yelling, "Eight hundred and fifty, I would like the piece for my art gallery and that lout their will probably sell it for drinking or drug money. So what you say, we end this here?"

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Character Portrait: Randolph Pickman Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge

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#, as written by Edelle
"Lout? Who's the-" Cyril looked genuinely offended, turning his head to look for the source of the offending comment, "Lout? D'ya even know who I am? I'm a chaos demon, mate! Not a lout!" He turned back to the auctioneer.
"Nine fifty!" He shouted, "And that ain't no 'drug money' neither!" He gazed furiously at the shield, truly coveting it now. Confidently, he straightened out his posture, licking his hand and then using it to slick back his mohawk. "Lout! Ha!" he muttered under his breath.

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Character Portrait: Eliott Character Portrait: Dorotea Senjak Character Portrait: Pandemic Character Portrait: Randolph Pickman Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge

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#, as written by Rulke
With sheer delight he surveyed the scene and continued to play them all, "Nine hundred and fifty from the mohawk gentleman once more, wow I think this has become personal. Do we hear one thousand, one thousand I am sure so many of you could join in and get this wonderful piece of ancient Greco equipment and apparently forged by Hephaestus himself for the King of the Olympus, do I hear one thousand or am I breaking your banks." he sneered.

The man turned to the mohawk gentleman, and sighed, "Very well lout, I say make Fifteen hundred and I will be sure to speak highly of you to my high class friends. What you say auctioneer?"

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Character Portrait: Eliott Character Portrait: Dorotea Senjak Character Portrait: Pandemic Character Portrait: Randolph Pickman Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge

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#, as written by Edelle
Standing rigidly, he crossed his arms. "Ohhh that is-" Cyril fumed, clenching his jaw, "Seventeen 'undred! And yeh can tell yer high class wankers that I'm not a bleedin' LOUT!" He was determined now, price be damned. Once something like this caught his eye, it would generally come to blows if he couldn't have it.

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Character Portrait: Eliott Character Portrait: Luke Sullen Character Portrait: Dorotea Senjak Character Portrait: Randolph Pickman Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge

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#, as written by Rulke
"Oh my, Fifteen thousand, we are going into thousands people are you willing to lose this chance for the genuine I say genuine Shield of Zeus that Perseus had, are you willing to for eighteen hundred, say sixteen thousand just imagine what your friends will say, showing it off and declaring how last person to wield this was son of a God, just imagine and go on bid up the price eighteen hundred."

The man from before glanced rather annoyed, "Nineteen thousand, I think we can all agree the lager lout rentboy should not even touch or smear his hands over such a piece. I imagine the very idea is disgusting to you all, why not we deal in proper way nineteen hundred and I will offer you a place at my next banquet." he pulled out few bills and held them up, as if to indicate his goal.

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Character Portrait: Eliott Character Portrait: Dorotea Senjak Character Portrait: Randolph Pickman Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge

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#, as written by Edelle
"Fift- Fifteen.... Fifteen thousand pounds are you- are you kidding me? Really?" Cyril cried out in exasperation, somewhere between a shout and a growl. "No! No no no! This is ridiculous! I honestly can't believe this." He paced around in circles, throwing his hands in the air. He snarled, pointing to the art gallery owner. "This is your fault! I hope your happy because now neither of use get it you- you-" He gave up on words and punched the man squarely in the nose, before storming off to the other end of the street. What good was he as a chaos demon, if he couldn't even cause a little havoc at an auction?

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Character Portrait: Dorotea Senjak Character Portrait: Pandemic Character Portrait: Randolph Pickman Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge

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#, as written by Grahf
He paused, about a block and a half away- yet still watching through the eyes of his agent- "Fuck the timer. Kill switch, I want the high score..that guy with the high bid must be important. You know the drill..max damage. Go for the nuts and make the country cry." Pandemic smiled, bought a flower from a vendor and resumed walking along.

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Character Portrait: Eliott Character Portrait: Luke Sullen Character Portrait: Dorotea Senjak Character Portrait: Randolph Pickman Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge

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#, as written by Rulke
"Well, I do believe we have a winner, going once, going twice---" suddenly there was a sound of screaming and horrific torment as there was utter chaos in the square, bodies were strewn everywhere, and their people crying out and begging screaming as their limbs lay mutilated. Blood soaked the square, and every was running about, many people trying to rush and collect anything. Meanwhile Randolph had been about to hand the shield over, but was thrown back, the shield was slung in the air and started heading towards the inner streets.

People were crying out as they gripped their bloodied limbs and try to stem the flow, meanwhile already paramedics and such were hurrying to try lower the amount who died. But it was clear already, except for couple children, one of two, most were either dead of fatally injured.

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Character Portrait: Luke Sullen Character Portrait: Dorotea Senjak Character Portrait: Randolph Pickman Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge

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#, as written by Zarhara
Explosions turned the scene into chaos, something grazed Lukes arm but before he could even process what was happening tow of his guards tackled him and cover him. The others were on the ground two were dead three wounded. One screamed into a radio. Thats when the squeal of tires could be heard. One of the armored vehicles. drove into the square many rolled out of the way a few dead were run over. The doors opened and Luke was thrust inside. The back of the vehicle was slapped by a guard and it sped away. the tow others joined it as the turned off onto the streets of wing city.

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Character Portrait: Sarah Locheart Character Portrait: Dorotea Senjak Character Portrait: Randolph Pickman Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge

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the sound of sirens echoed as the Fire Department arrived on the scene. "My god!" Shouted Sarah as the fire trucks screeched to a stop and the brave Fire Fighters poured out of the vehicles. "Get hoses on those fires, and get the wounded out of the way if possible! We have to gain control fast!" Sarah shouted stepping out of the lead vehicle. This quick response was Exactly what they had been training for. "Lets get to work people! We have lives to save!" Sarah shouted once more, with a look of seer horror in her eyes, How could anyone do this. She thought to herself as she lent a hand to the other fire fighters.

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Character Portrait: Eliott Character Portrait: Luke Sullen Character Portrait: Dorotea Senjak Character Portrait: Randolph Pickman Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge

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#, as written by Edelle
Cyril's vision was blurry and his ears were ringing. It took him a moment to remember how he had gotten to his current sprawled position on the street. There had been an explosion, noisy and smoky. Screams flooded the air, and the chaos demon stood up. Absolute carnage. He slumped against a wall, letting out a gasping, sickening chuckle.
"Humans!" He yelled, to no one, "Gotta love humans! All the demons in the world trying to cause a little havoc, and it's humans that really do the damage." He saw a glint in the corner of his eye. He shuffled over to it, pushing through throngs of terrified people who didn't know what they were running from. Proudly, he picked up the shield, kissing the shining surface. "Ohhh, love. We were meant to be together." He took it into an alley, and that's when his head started to throb. When he reached up to grasp his aching head he felt something- slithering? He dropped the shield in stunned horror.
"No no no!" He yelled, kicking the shield away, "Cursed piece of shit!" His hands went to his head again, his once platinum blond mohawk had been replaced with a writhing line of snakes protruding from his skull. He sunk down against the wall of the alley, head in his hands.

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Character Portrait: Luke Sullen Character Portrait: Alissa Bowen Character Portrait: Dorotea Senjak Character Portrait: Randolph Pickman Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge

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The Ambulance carrying Alissa Bowen arrived on the scene with a rookie EMS and stopped as the two rushed out to aid anyone they could. "Get the medical bags! We'll need them all!" Alissa ordered her rookie partner, but the sight of a dismembered and half burnt corpse stopped him dead in his tracks causing his stomach causing him to vomit all over himself, "Don't get Squeamish on me now, Rookie!" Alissa grunted, heading over to a man who's leg was violently removed int he explosions. "You're gonna be alright you hear me." She said to him in a calm and warming tone. "Where's those Medical bags Rookie!"

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Character Portrait: Luke Sullen Character Portrait: Athena Ivanova Character Portrait: Alissa Bowen Character Portrait: Dorotea Senjak Character Portrait: Randolph Pickman Character Portrait: Cyril Partridge

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#, as written by Rulke
There would be sudden commotion as groups of vehicles with Descorp logo would enter the scene with what appeared to be Vampire soldiers, glancing at everyone they would jump out, open the vehicles and pull out supplies hurriedly. A woman wearing obviously Russian uniform would step out and survey the scene, before speaking, "Get everyone to safety and cordon off the street, we can still possibly capture the bastard. Search the surroundings and be thorough."

Meanwhile Randolph having stood up and packed his stuff back through the portal, he smirked, well it had not been his intention for his first auction to be so noisy, but he had to admire the gall of what this group had did. Kids now that was deliciously cruel, laughing he hopped through and the rift closed.

Athena would be helping clear the wreckage, trying to dial Wing City Police Department, "Hey, there been a terrorist attack in Wing City Town Square, countless causalities, send back up. This is Athena of the Detente, we are not trained to handle this, we need more man power, pronto!"

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The Rocketeer stops, muttering something about having to get off-planet, and fast.