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Rhemora

I am your worst nightmare. A newcomer into these lands... The subtle scent of death and purpose faintly clings to this being, stinging like the most pugent of orders the noses of the innocent and pure.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by RolePlayGateway, as played by EarthWanderer08

Description

Rhemora


Sanguine End


Name: Rhemora Everto Cruor
Title/Alias: Sanguine End
Age: ???
Sex: Male
Allegiance: Himself
Tier: High

Random Statistics
  • Height: 6'5
  • Weight: 265lbs
  • Blood Type: Κέρβερος
  • Physique: Solid, Athletic.
  • Iris Color: Xanthous
  • Natural Hair Color: Auburn.
  • Skin Color: Tainted, dark.
  • Dominate Hand: Trained Ambidextrous.
  • Dominate Foot: Trained Ambidextrous.
  • Birthday: N/a
  • Zodiac: N/a
  • Nationality: N/a
  • Ethnicity/Breed: The Fallen
  • Home World: N/a
  • Occupation: Harbinger of Destruction
  • Rank: Z
  • Alignment: Evil.


Rhemora Everto Cruor... A man beyond mortality who defies the will of the gods. With only his hands, he has forged his own path through history, overcoming impossible obstacles and conquering the mightiest of foes. The sins of his past weigh heavily upon his tainted soul, and in effort to attain atonement, Rhemora banished himself to the abyss... Time would pass before darkness consumed his heart- Before insanity and doubt ailed his mind... Such affliction caused the contorted warrior to ascend from his imprisonment into the realm of man once more. Convinced he was tricked into exile by his creators, only death will sate his rage, and by whatever means possible, Rhemora plans to grant it en masse.

Personality

I man who is mentality unstable, but is fully aware of that instability, fully aware of craziness he flirts with. He is rude, but not obnoxious, for you must have social skills to obtain what you desire. He is suave, but he is deadly. He knows of his past sins, his trangression, his path. He sees no reason to doubt it, nor mourn over his constant murder, and defiance. He refuses to accept that which he has done wrong, because to him..He is never wrong. He is power, and will continue to be so. The only thing that keeps him from a true break down, is the thought of more power, and more skills. The thought of ruling everything that is.He is greed, He is a sado-masochist who will do anything for power.

Hire at your own risk, but if there is no benefit for him, he will not even entertain the idea. Money and power, the only things that will persuade him in the correct amounts.

Equipment

Equipment

Twin Daggers Of Insanity - If cut by these, you will start to immediately forget who you are, and why you exist. Any skills of magic will deteriorate slowly. Combat skills are enhanced as a result. So you lose magic, and gain strength. He sometimes uses these on himself.

Cloak of Obscenity - Originally an ancient cloak worn by Hades. His clothes are made from this ancient material, that keeps any projectile from penetrating. Thrown knives, arrows, bullets - all of these are nulled. But this material can be cut, by any weapon enchanted, conjured, laced, or modified or made by unearthly metals.

Utility Belt - Ment for all kinds of toys, like smoke bombs, enchanted rope, various poisons, and extra daggers. He carries the aformentioned items on him regularly.

Belzubub's Pendant - An octagonal stylized pendant, gold in nature with a ruby charm center. Keeps him from going insane via spells or enchanted weapons, no matter how strong.

Abilities/Powers

Herculean Stregnth - He posesses this naturally.

Shadow Sight - Can see in the dark naturally.

Shadow Step - Moves is a sweeping fluid motion with a trailing shadow to follow, that leaves after images. Quick, but ment for deception and evasion.

Shadow Blend - Can literally become one with the shadow, ment for stealth.

Shadow Heal - Covers cuts, wounds, bruises, sores, burns, etc...with a physical shadow that heals the wound in 30 mins. Depending on severity.

Menshire Toll - For the cost of a chunk of memory, gains double the stregnth he might have at the moment. Memory take 30 days to return.

Arcane Magic

Limit Dealer - Turns off his pain receptors, allowing for pain far beyond his limit.

Limit Refiner - Turns up his perceptive abilities, allowing himself to dodge at the very last moment.

Rune Spells

-Rune of Paralysis
-Rune of Force (powerful wind pushes away from his body in all directions)
-Rune of Defect (your weapons don't function correctly)
-Rune of Gravity
-Rune of Fire (varies)
-Rune of Healing (rarely uses)
-Rune of Acceleration
-Rune of Slow

History

Having been born from nothing, but blessed by Sanguine, he is the Harbringer of Destruction that was meant to be the son of the Anlantis Goddess. He defies the gods, for he was born to kill them. He tried, and failed to kill Zues once, and banished himself into the abyss of Tartarus. He trained there for sometime, then escaped the abyss to confront Hades. He succeded in overtaking Hades, but struck a deal to have his clothes made from Hades's cloak, in exchange for his life. Hades will later banish him to the abyss again, where then escape into the place of nothingness called limbo. He would meditate there for an extremely long time, eventually figuring a way to escape. He evetually killed off more gods, celtic, and egyptian mainly, but never the Major Important once, for it would throw the world into such chaos that he would not be able to eventually kill them all. Eventually, he settled on wondering the galaxies of the multiverse searching for more power to eventually totally annihilate Zues, then take on the other major gods, celtic, roman, egyptian, atlantian, etc. He knows how to keep balance just as much as he knows how to destroy it.

So begins...

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Rhemora The fallen warrior traversed the world over, his mind trapped within a enraged stupor, contemplating upon the treachery inflicted on him and his retribution upon those responsible. Anger obscured his vision... Anger compelled his being down this path... And Anger, ultimately, lead Rhemora to this godforsaken establishment, known for it's infamous inhabitants. Stopping just short of the bar, several deep breaths escaped the man, as did whisks of shade which gracefully danced in the windless atmosphere, rising upward to press against something unseen behind the warrior. Wrapping around the invisible object, demonic features faintly became visible until the mist is disturbed by Rhemora's movement, he progressing toward the bar.

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Rhemora The intricate design seemingly engraved into his left shoulder began to exude crimson illumination which, one could deduce, signaled the appearance of two blood red orbs suspended behind the warrior, each swaying in unison slightly from left to right. Rhemora's progression ceased just before the door's entrance, the male standing in silence before it with fist clenched tightly at his side as if in preparation for something. The stillness of sound remained until dark articulation ripped forth from his vocal cords, "Maggots... Worms... Unworthy creations..."

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RydeDawg: Pick your strongest character...I want to flex Rhemora..It's the first time I will use him.

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Rehmora is walking the path, casting random Runes of Fires, engolfing things in a circular pattern. These particular fires, were orange in nature. Hid usual runes were that of Hell Fire, Black and Red. He was so bored that he was just expending extra energy, on his way toward a dangerous area. "I need a worthy opponent." He said aloud, while observing his red cloth draped over his torso. He look at his Boots Of Silence in awe, remebering when he defeated the Moragan (celtic war godess) in chess to recieve them. 'That was entertaining.' he mused.

He walked over to a tree, intending to purverize it with his herculean stregnth. But upong looking at his arms, that were scribed all over from elbow to finger with runes and symbols, he decided against it. Instead, he began losing himself in the Golden pattern on the left, and the jade pattern on the right arm.

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Rhmemora noticed a guy walking from afar, sa he decided to confront the guy. "Hey, you. Do you want to entertain me?"

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"What? No. I'm the type that gets bored easily. I just want a bit of fun, you mind showing me some of your skills?" Rhemora looked the guy up and down, and thought he was worthy. Yes, I think he will do. Maybe even scarr me up a little. Who knows? Either way, it's what I want.

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"I do apoligze in advance if you get hurt. In a setting like this, I am less incline to have rules. So before we start, the only rule I have is that you go all out, and try not to die. Unless of course you feel like your going to kill me, then we may stop."

Rhemora did the simpelist thing in the world, he took to minor hops back drew his Daggers Of Insanity, and shadowstepped. It created another clone of himself, but was slightly darker, resembeling a shadow. The shadow atttacked, rushing forward quickly, slashing in an almost Kali style, but faster and more dealy. Aiming for the eyes and the chest.

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Rhemora would walk in the bar, his aura causing a foul stench of death and decay to follow him. Everyone would see him as a lean, but tall and buff figure whom had hothing but what appeared to be black shorts, his chest covered in scares. His arms would be covered in runes, foereign symbols, glowing random words of people agonizing memories. Which, if examine by anyone, would through them into mightmarish memories.

Rhemora would walk over sitting next to a man with a cigarette. Rhemora's presence would cause slow deterioration of the chair he was sitting in.

"May I have a scotch." He would say in a croaky, and ancient tone to the holo-menu, having never used one, but understood immediately ohw it worked.

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Rhemora would recieve his scotch, and start to drink. Making sure to smell the liquid before he tasted it. He was a man of caution, but more so, appreciation.

"TRIS DRIEU YIRFRIS THEIUM" he would say in an ancient tounge, it would sound metallic, and horrifying to anyone whom heard it. Whomever might have heard it, would get angry, for what ever reason, they would not understood.

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Rhemora would sit there for a another minute, finishing his scotch. But as if he was on auto pilot, Rhomera, for no reason at all, would stand up, and proceed to punch the guy sitting next to him, if it connected, he would fly accross the room.

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Rhemora would not hear anything the man had said, instead, he would have caught the blade in his hand, and followed the man over to where he went.

"Reathy Ruin Hugry Thryim!!" he would say loudly in that same scratchy mettalic voice, infusing anger in people around the bar whom hear the commotion. The voice itself didn't do it, it was the ancient language.

Rhemora would telepathicall send to the guy "Icarus, let us continue somewhere."

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Rhemora followed the man, whilst trailing a dark aura that would appear as mist. He would be able to find this place again, after this business was done. He rather like the way it felt, but didn't like that he was too possessed to even enjoy it.

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Rhemora walked straight passed the guy whilst trailing a dark black aura, that had the stench of death and decay, not even glancing at him. He went into the arena with all the cheering people, glancing at not a single one of them. It was as if something had taken hold of him. But he was well aware of what was happening. He just needed to tell the guy whom fell victim to Rhemora's inhabitant. Rhemora turned around after getting to the center of the arena, and waited for the guy to follow.

"I will speak in you language for now. You are Icarus, are you not?" he would say to the guy once he was near, in a deep, resonating voice that sounded like baratone piano keys.

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Rhemora looked at the man, and then split into two. One being the regular Rhemora, whom had the maske-like black cover over his face, scarred exposed chest, and black leather pants. But instead of the left arm glowing with the symbols, and ancient language in Gold, it was now green like his right arm.

Standing next to him was a person of similar height, but totally different looks.

Sanguine: "Do forgive Rhemora, he was born from me, and has to deal with it. He couldn't control these moments of forced obedience, even if he wanted. He's half insane because I'm fuckjing insane!! HAHA!!" Sanguine laughed in that baratone piano voice. He walked over to wear the man was. "Understand this my boy, you are interesting, for many reasons, to me. But to answer yiour question, I have a request, with vast rewards."

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Sanguine: "I don't believe I told you to leave. Don't be disrespectful." After those words, a wall of fire would appear to surround the trio. Effectively cutting off anyone trying to get out or in, you could feel the heat minorly from the inside, but if touched, you would be roasted instantly.

Sanguine: "Look, I'm trying to be fucking cordial here" All smiles were gone now. "Don't fucking walk away when I am speaking. This isn't that kinda fucking event little child."

Rhemora: "Just hear him out, I think he likes you, no one usually deals with him the way you just did. Besides, aren't you interested in how he knows you?" Rhemora said in a deep, resonating vioce, completely differing from his counterpart, whoom is getting upset, it would seem.

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Sanguine: "That is what I LIKE TO SEE!! HA! Whadya think of this kid Rhemora? That fire in his eyes, you see right!!" He seemed to be less pissed now, for he thrived off chaos, that was his whole being, of course, which is another part of his immortality that keeps Rhemora from being completely destroyed as well, on top of the obvious skills he has.

Rhemora: "Ye, whoopty doo. Can we move this along San?" Rhemora replied, obviously not liking to waste peoples time. He may be insane, but he extrmemly respectful, regarless of his brutality in battle.

Sanguine: "Fucking right!!! So, the proposition goes as follows. You, Icarus, will allow this whelp Rhemora, to join your ranks as a senior officer. Little do you know, before you object and make me angry, you will need him in an upcoming event that is sure to rock all of Terra!!" He spread his hands wide, and a couple of stars exploded in the sky.

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Sanguine: "You keep surprising me, little human. However, your going to get yourself hurt if you don't allow this all to process. Are you really going to ignore this 'event' that will surely leave many people dying agony, al because of your ego and pride? That is stupid, and faily gutsy. I would love to see that!! Everyone crying in agony, and finding out many men could ave been saved, but because of your ego, your didn't allow yiourself to help. I could just as well go to that Terra Militia someone mentioned earlier....hmm..that might be fun." Sanguine made the notepad's surfuce play a video of the 'event'..

There was alot of chaos in the Plaza District of the Main Street. People where getting ripped to pices left and right by an unknown figure, that looked to 12 feet tall. It looke draconic in nature, and definitly not something anyone wanted to deal with. The camera showed things being exploded, shops, resturants, and people. Everything was either in shambles, or on fire. There appeared to be a building flattened by a giant boulder the size a meteorite. Coming from it, were multitudes of the creature mentioned earlier. Grotesque, and spitting fire. The ground crack open, as if hell was being raised, and spirits came flying out devoring what looked to be militia men, some were fire granadier rounds, others plasma guns. They were clearly in ranks, and hold some sort of ground in different formations. Firing at the spirits that had appeared, and the monster dragons coming from the giant boulder. They were in a losing battle, and that was clear.

The camera swooped to a bird eye view of the area, and it was apparent that all of Terra was being atttacked. The screen went blank afterwards.

Sanguine: "Now hows THAT for a big screen trailer of chaos!! Haha! So much fun! I so want to be there! Raising as much fun as possible! Death, flesh, rendering of humans!! Ha!!" He looked overexcited. Another star exploded at that point.

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Rhemora: "Unfortunately for me and everyone who comes within ten feet...yes. He is always this annoying. Luckily, he only gets maybe two hours out of the day to do this..." Rhemora shrugged, and pointed. "That however, is directely related to you and every other militia force whom are on this planet. For now, it concerns you, because your most calloused and uncaring. Which is what is going start this whole thing. Don't think you can run away either. Those draconic being are actually after you."

Sanguine: "Righto you are Rhemora!! By the way, shut the fuck up when I'm talking Rhemora, I didn't ask for you to help the idiot who thinks life isn't shit, and everything he decides not to get involved in, isn;t going to effect him. He'll learn soon enough why he is needed. But if he runs...oh wait" He turned to carus, instead of mouthing offf Rhemora. "If you run, those Frinur will follow you. I wont tell you why, that will ruin the fun. Regardless, hell is going to raise whethere you are here or not. I Do mean that literally too. Hell raizing...HAHA!! I crack myself up!! Anyways pal, do or don't, your involved, just thought you would like to know, more chaos is going to insue because of this conversatyion. Plus, when the most important thing to you is snatched and destroyed because of your ignorance, I am going to have a field day!!" Sanguine started to shimmer.

Rhemora: "Looks like time is almost up. Thank Hades. Anyways" he turned to Icarus. "what is your answer, and do you have any questions?" He asked slightly bored, but glad.

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Rhemora: "No need to..."

Sanguine: "Shut the fuck up Rhemora!! I am speaking!! Damn! Ok, so, the answer to all of your questions are in this order...I'm not fucking telling you!!! As for whether this because of your obvious uncaring nature...YES!!! That is why. The Frinur are looking for a soul who can tame them, since Anubis let them go from there cages, in order to draw out Vidious...But that is something entirely different. If even run into him..well you probably wont. Regardless, your the one they immediately took a liking to, even though they are dimensions away...jeez, I hated them, expecially my ex-friend Anubis. He became such a fucking tool to Osiris...aww, anyways. No worries, the other militia will hear about this soon. As far as you need to know, you need to prepare. I know your the only one in you group. So get to hiring. you can start with my partner Rhemora. Speaking of...Dont ever call him a toy or tool, that is for me only, little boy." Sanguines eyes flares with screaming souls and fire. As he merged back with Rhemora.

Rhemoras left arm went back to it's orignal gaolden script and a symbols, swirling up his arm. The fires receeded and the crowd of ghost were no longer there.

Rhemora: "Anyways, are you gonna take me, or am I going to have to go to one of the others?"

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"Right, so I think that will be fine, but know that I dont do well with listening to orders..you can ask, but I will not be ordered. As far as the magic, I dont really need it. Unless someone tries to fricking stab me, then I will shoot them. Or have them cease to exist. However, projeciles, such as bullets, dont effect me. So no wories there."

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"One thing before you leave, I will be modifying the armour if you dont mind. For I only wear material made out of the Cloak Of Obscinity...." Rhemora followed, but did so, in spectacular fashion....He teleported, heading to the fourth floor.

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Rhemora would go to the room that was he was told to go to, and look inside to see a bunch of different armour, caches of weapons and whatnot. He was uninterested in most of it, but would go over to a cache contaning some pistols, and he woul grab one. He was looking some of the armours, and grabbed a set. He shoved into a pocket dimension and knew he would put it's conversion on hold for the moment, but he would definitly do what he was told for now.

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"I have no problem getting all dressy, since it isn't forever, but I have to say, My name should be what most in the netherrealm call me. Sanguine End....my code name can be The End, or just Sanguine.... I wont really respond to anything else...by default, unless I take the name on by way of..ehh, forced inheritance." Rhemora turned around, and looked at the man sitting on the couch. HE walked over to a wall nearby, and did some inquiry.

"You think your going to run a eh...succussful orginization without doing some work yourself?"

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Rhemora strode in, smelling of death and decay. Trainling a thick black aura that showed up as tendrils stringing from his back. He was in the mood for a drink, and good conversation. Hoping that no-one shyed away from him. He was struggleing to keep his 'host' in his place.

"Shut up, Sanguine." He would whisper, to no one in particular. He was hopping that no one heard it, or if they did...didn't question it. IT was better to ignore him. Rhemora walked over past a couple of booths that had several interesting figures and people chatting about random nonsense that didn't concern him. He was looking for some one to entertain his mind, and get him distracted enough to ignore his 'host'. His normal shirtlessness showed his scars all over his chest, that was comehow pure black. As if darkness had wrapped itself around his entire body. He would be muscular, and his right and left arms would be covered in symbols, hyroglyphs, and truths. They would glow from the elbow down, his right arm green, left arm gold. Rhemora walked around the bar, checking out the place. Looking at random faces.

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"Damn, there is violence here.." Rhemora would say aloud in a deep resonating voice, that was baratone in it's nature. HE would begin to exit, just as he had come in, trailing dark tendrils of decay..But his 'host' had other plans.

Rhemora started to to shift out of phase, something like a translucent color, then he glowed a bright red, as he was struggling to keep was about to happen, from happening. Upon noticing the violence of the apparent vampire, and guards, he was attempting to keep away from the violence. But having walked into it, he thought it might have something to do with his 'friend' who inhabits unwanted space. Which doesn't matter anymore, for Rhemora had no choice at the moment on what was about to happen.

Rhemora glowed brighter, blinding anyone within the vicinity, temporarily, as his being split into two. Anyone noticing, would notice a figure that was Rhemora, but both his arms would be glowing green now. Instead of the gold, that actually represented the hosting of a deadric god. Sanguine would appear, and start to laugh maniacially.

Sanguine: "HAHAHA! Damn! What a party you walked into Rhemora! Lets start some trouble! At least, more trouble than whats happening! HA!" The lord of chaos's voice would resonate throughout the bar, and few would see him, if they were of magic decent.

Rhemora: "Damnit." Rhemora wanted no part of this, so he walked over to the two people talking about whether or not Gambit had frequent weird visitors. He walked up to Alexander. "Hello. You guys here for the nonsense? Because if you are, Im sorry I made it worse by coming here."