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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...

Rhemora's Story

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Rhemora, having been ignored, walked over to The Faceless One hoping to make conversation, though his arua usually would be a bit of a conversation stopper..or just really, scared people away. But this person who had no face seemed like someone who could withstand such things..He had no face after all.

Rhemora: "Hello sir, are you here for the drinks or the chaos? Because I could use a drink myself." Rhemora looked over at Sanguine heading toward what looked to be a woman. He should his head, thinking of this getting worse by the moment. "I'll have whatever is strong, and sure to leave a giant hangover." But the faceless one dissapeared, and left Rhemora yet again ignored.

Sanguine: "Got DAMN!! I know that son of a bitch robot looking motherfucker didn't just ignore my patron. Or is he a victum? Not sure, but I will have to rectify this with some chaotic entertainment!" Sanguine would walk over to a cyborg looking fifure, and try to group her breast. Even though he was a god of chaos, he knew no bounds. "Hello space freak!"

Rhemora: He would turn around to see his 'host', grouping a woman, and would rush over to keep Sanguine from causing anymore trouble. His decaying smell training behind him. ""Excuse me woman! Ahh...Sanguine here doesn't seem to have any manners. Sorry." He would try to move him outta the way to speak to the woman.

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I see that, but its fine, :P

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Sanguine: "Damn, what a nice par you got there! Fuck, if my boy here wasnt so damn polite, dispite his appearance, I owuld make you his! So I can play with you when I return to his being. Buuuuit, I guess your just going to have to either punish him for allowing me to do what I did, or just slap me, and make me 'feel good'. HAHAHA!!! He yelled back over her scream, looking thouroughly amused. He was injoying the chaos of people in the bar, far too much. In fact, he was feeding off of it. Being the lord of chaos had perks. Although it effected Rhemora by default, making him immortal and stronger too.

Rhemora: "Oh my. Look, I'm sorry for what he just did to you." Rhemora stepped between the two to try and reconcile the situation to the best of his awkward ability. Not akward because he was not a well versed speaker, but awkward because his Black Skin-tight mask only shpowed a sharp feature/angled face that was intimidating and not very easy to talk to. That and his his bare upper body and piece of cloth that wrapped around his lower section, covering his bottom half, but leaving him mobile due to the right leg being slightly expose.

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Rhemora having been effectively ignored, was starting to wander about his chances of ever saving Terra. People were so damn rude, even if there seemed to be rightly place false. Slthough in this case, it was not rightly placed. He was very unsatisfied with the hospitality of Terra, even when he was borne from nothing, he knew that there were plenty of honest people. He would not think to come here, where there are plenty of the opposite.

Rhemora: "Damn you Sanguine, you think I like being resented by people. Especially the beautiful and non-evil type?" He was very tired of Sanguine, but could do nothing about it. It would not be for his benefit to do anything, even if he could.

Sanguine: "I do belive I enjot all forms of chaos, especially the kind that make you miserable. By the way boy, don't ever question what I do, nor what I do for my own entertainment." Sanguines eyes flares fire, literal fire, at that last statement.

Rhemora would just shake his head, and walk away form his parasitic host. Rhemora would notice, no..he would feel a strong aura, that seemed to call out to him. Whilst his patron was off to find more chaos, he was sure, Rhemora would look around to spot - Julia - looking around. He would approach, hoping that his appearance, and decaying/deathly smell would not drive the figure away.

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Rhemora looked at the figure in boredom, then in a split second went to anger, sadness, and confusion, finally setteling on empathy at the end of the two seconds. He would hold his hands up, although he was invulnerable to anything less than a angelic weapon. He was trying to be polite, and cordial. But it looked as though he may started the 4rth peson in the last 7 minutes, withought even trying to.

Rhemora: "Hey, look, I am just trying to have a singular decent conversation with someone. Everyone keeps blowing me off or ignoring me because of my appearance. Or because of that bastard over there." Rhemora nodded at Sanguine, who was headed over toward a person who just entered the bar.

Sanguine walked over to the figure with clear glasses and a white t-shirt ( Niven ), hoping to start more trouble, Rhemora was sure.

Sanguine: "Hello little one, I hope you brought yourself a personal extinguisher, for your going be a fiery fox tonight!" Sanguine litterally just snapped his fingers and blazed a enormous fire that would blow the fireplace out onto Demor Ragani. "Opps, guess I cant play around just yet today like I want." Sanguine would glare at Rhemora, knowing that he was thwarted because his time of freedom was ending. He flipped the bird at Rhemora and started to shift into a translucent form. He would turn into flames, and then drift back toward Rhemora and fuse with him again, causing Rhemora's right arm to return it's hiroglyphs and a lettering on his arm, back to its glowing gold color.

Rhemora: "I guess his tyranny is over." Rhemora sighed and looked back at the person threatening to kill him with her stance.

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Cheshire_Cat: Bye..

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Rhemora, having fused with Sanguine, and having been ignored again, he was tired of the nonsense, and would leave as well. He would not tolerate another person ignoring him, not without getting upset. Rhemora left whilst sighing and mumbeling about 'disrespectful Terrans'.

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Rhemora walked down the street, looking for someone who would not stand out. He would very well sense this particular person, due to the very godly host that reside within him. But he would do nothing to stop the oncoming flow of events. Realizing it was meant to be...

Rhemora, perched down in the middle of the plaza's bustling area, would wait for the man to show up. He was very much waiting, far too much waiting. That's all he did these days, thanks to Sanguine.

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Rhemora waited, as he saw the small cat figure walking nearby, not quite out of sire, but very quiet indeed. He would gesture at him, though he didn't seem to notice. Rhemora would shout at him.

"Hey, Norrington, over here!!"

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Rhemora, still with no shirt on, just his scarred bare chest, and glowing arms, would invite him to sit. Rhemora waved a waitress over.

"I'll have green-tortoise tea please. What will you have Norrington?" Rhemora would ask, as he approached, rather loudly. Rhemora's right arm glowed gold, as his left glowed green in the ancient scripts and runes that depicted stories, and horrible spells.

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"Don't worry, this is no different. You may recall, that your days as an assassin aren't quite over. Rhemora, looking into the man's soul, would confirm the statement, and nod to himself. His black mask covering any features. Only eyes, that were pure white, were visible.

"I have a job for you, if you don't mind taking it?" Rhemora would cross his legs, due to having black tight jeans on today, he would only be a black figure, in black jeans, and red shoes...not something that stood out, now was it?

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"The address will be Sanguine's Loft. The hit is man by this profile." Rhemora would pull a file out of thin air, and slide it over. At that moment, the waitress would come back and deliver the green-tortoise tea. Rhemora would sip from it, looking extremely odd, seeing how as he had a mask on. But the liquid seemed to just go through it.

When the waitress left, Rhemora would continue. "His name is Brass Vatidor. Currently doesn't have any friends. He usually travels alone. Attends Tierge's restaurant Eat Out. Last seen in their when something went wrong on another hit I had put out. I want this mess cleaned since it seems your lower ranks can even identify simple bystanders. Worse than that, fail to kill, even when it's the wrong person...pathetic. So your to finish him."

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"It goes as follows, I want someone dead, for they are in the way of my plans.." Rhemora's voice would split from it's baritone piano resonating voice, to a gravelly more pitched, but still deep voice. Rhemora would split, into two separate beings. One very much more powerful than the other. That was apparent right away.

Sanguine: "All I want, if for that fucking bastard right there, to be incapacitated . If you kill him, so be it, but he is the key to my plan succeeding, if he is out of the picture, all kinds of fun shit is going to happen."

Rhemora would be sitting in his seat drinking, as his host, the Deadric Prince Of Chaos, split from him. Rhemora let it happen willingly this time, for it usually pissed him of when he resisted, and it wasn't his time. Rhemora was allowed to choose which 2 hours of the day Sanguine was able to be free. But right now, he wasn't in that window, just about 10 minutes was available for him.

Rhemora: "You would do well to remember that your giving this job to someone who will definitely kill him?" Rhemora reasoned, not really trying to give an innocent life, but understanding the future.

Sanguine: "I don't give two shits of what the hell happens to him. He just needs to be outta the fucking way, so that chaos can ensue between that damned Nexus and Tierge." Sanguine looked at Norrington intently, trying to imply the betrayal that needed to happen.

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Rhemora: "I don't know if the plan, rather, the whole collapse will be, or can be delayed..I just can tell you that you have 2 days to get the deed done."

Snaguine: "YEa, and about a fucking week or two until the attack on Wing City Plaza happens...though I must say, that may end up being elsewhere...fucking chain of events, why the fuck cant this shit ever be easy?" Sanguine bantered on by himself.

Rhemora: "Ah, well, regardless. Incapacitate him, make sure whoever gets in your way dies. He is the only one that need be out of the way, you can abort after that. If you go past the deadline, then you forfeit payment, and you accept this bastard wrath." Rhemora indicated at Sanguine with his right hand, which was now glowing those initial patterns on his arm green , like his left.

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Rhemora: "I don't know if you heard me...but WE are not the ones that are going to be the problem...Nor are we the ones causing it. That would be a good friend of his..." Rhemora gestured with his head toward Sanguine.

Sanguine: "He aint a fucking friend. Beside, if anything, he's more of Vidious's friend...I here that's why he's on the...you know what? Why would I care what become of that self righteous bastard?" Sanguine glowed red, and started to shift outa phase. "I think I'll let him get himself caught up, he's too prideful to truly think he isn't vulnerable."

Rhemora and Sanguine became one again.

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Rhemora looked at the antics of the Notorious Norrington. Thiking how he would make a great pawn...Rhemora turned to mist and dissolved into nothing.

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iight, do your thang. :P gotta adhere to friends.