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Saint's Cross

A man who travels the world alone on his motorcycle, he wears a necklass with a cross and a medal of St. Christopher. Though he doesn't look it he is not one you should mess with as he is a Blassreiter.

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

Description

Full name of Character: Christopher
Reason, meaning or purpose behind the name: "And it was he who carried Christ across the river and became known as Christopher patron saint of travelers and motorists..."
Nickname: Saint's Cross
Reason for nickname: His work as a Blassreiter and the name of his finishing move.
Race: Demoniac
Occupation/class: Blassreiter

Physical Appearance:

Age: 29
How old they appear: 25
Eye Color: Silver
Hair color length and style: White hair cut just above the ears
Weight and height: 6' 3" and 215 lbs.
Type of body (build): A wiry body that looks like it is built more for running or endurance rather than fighting.
Skin tone and type: A deep tan from constant traveling and looks almost perfect.
Shape of face: flat cheeks and a narrowed chin with his slightly narrowed eyes.
Distinguishing marks: The left side of his face has a series of silver marks down its length and seem to be a part of the skin itself.
Predominant feature: His eyes, hair and left side of his face are the main interest.


Blassreiter Form
Weight and Height: 7' 8" and 420 lbs.
Build: Large with additional external armor around chest and head, a formidable body resilient to all kinds of ammunition and smaller forms of cannon.
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Saint's Cross's Story

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Saint's Cross [color=blue]pulled up outside the Diner and slowly keyed off his custom bike. He calmly removed the helmet with a sigh and set it on the front of the bike as he slid off. Stretching a bit he dusted off his leather ridding gear and felt his necklace pressing against his chest. Sliding it out he lifted the chain to look at the silver cross and St. Christopher medal looking back at him. It took a few moments to force himself to put it away before thrusting his hands in his pockets and began to enter the diner... into the madness. His eyes snapped at the workers and finally the unconscious man on the floor far away before he became aware of the presence before him. His eyes narrowed on the Amalgam that stood in the center of it all. Standing straighter, Christopher walked towards the creature without fear before stopping a few arm lengths away. "It seems you have been causing a mess here... Tell me, have you fallen?" His tone was casual as he only glanced at the thing in front of him as if it was all in the norm.[/

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Saint's Cross sighed at stepped aside before the attack was halfway there. His reflexes were far above the enraged one before him, yet it all still felt so slow. To the humans and non-infected beings in the diner, it would almost be like he wasn't in the previous spot at all. His hands snapped up to grab the offending hand and twist it around behind the things body. "Haven't you learned it is not nice to attack complete strangers..." He leaned in to get a good look at the side and back of its head. "No... No you haven't fallen yet but you will if you let this continue." His foot snapped up to deliver a spin kick to its side and in a direction away from those in the diner.

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Saint's Cross jumped back after the kick was blocked and saw the eyes. he heard everything the other said but his face was mostly passive. "She is it?" He glanced to the man, "Hysteria won't bring her back but as for where she is... She is right there." He lifted his hand to point at what was once Miharu. He let the point drop as he looked back at the other. "Oh? Coming awake are we? Tell me girl... Have you fallen?" He rested his right elbow on the counter behind him as he leaned casually back, waiting for a response.

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Saint's Cross turned his head calmly back to look at Ray and his arm, "As for your arm I can't say," A smile appeared at his apparent joke, "But as for this... Mia, as you call her, she has become an Amalgam, or Demoniac as some call them." he turned back to Miharu and calmly stepped forwards and rested his hand on the wrist of the arm reaching out. He took a firm hold and looked into her eyes, "Mia, if that is what you are called, I think it is best if you stay away from those you love until this little... fit... is over. Can you understand me?" He talked as if he was soothing a child in a temper tantrum.

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Saint's Cross kept a firm hand on the wrist and looked at Miharu. He heard her speak to the other and calmly looked over at Ray and his unattractive change. It wasn't beautiful by his standards but not much was, only Blassreiters and he was one of the few left, or so he had thought. He looked back at the Amalgam and moved his other hand slowly before its face to wave and draw its attention to his face. "Your ability to speak helps show you haven't fallen, but until you have returned to your other form i think it is best if you just remain where you are..." She spoke in the same tone as always but didn't move to remove his hand from her wrist yet.

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Saint's Cross sighed. "And it was he who carried Christ across the river and became known as Christopher patron saint of travelers and motorists..." There was a flash of light as Saint released Miharu's hand and a rapid change took over him, his body altering as the outter skin "shattered, and something else stood in its place, taller than the other and with two heavy swords across his back. One hand reached out to take both wrists this time and attempted to keep the woman at bay. "Look... Ray, as this one has called you, I know nothing of this woman but I do know that, if you keep those guns out, you might just cause your own death and send Mia into the darkness as a Fallen... It is my job to remove the fallen. Can you please just calm down..." The voice was now a metallic version of his own as the eyes glowed silver.

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Saint's Cross simply held the woman and made no motion to help ray retrieve his hat. His head turned, silver eyes glowing at the one he held. "Is this really all you are going to do? Sit here and feel sorry for ourself and slip away. Was I wrong to think you wouldn't be a fallen?" His hand tightened for a moment and then relaxed his other hand made no motion for the swords on his back. His gaze swept up to the other, "And you... Have you nothing to say to her after this transformation or are you still doubting that she is truly alive. Well?" Now he sounded as if he was scolding two misbehaving children as his head turned to a spot where it seemed he watched both at the same time.

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Saint's Cross only watched silently before releasing Miharu's wrists. He didn't pay attention as she snapped slightly back into it but both hands went to the hilts of his blades drawing them out as their energy sparked to like in a silvery color. Each blade was almost as long as Mia's Amalgam form was tall yet he wielded one in each hand wit ease. As he turned he cut on server down before he could even move and clipped another across his side so he went spinning.

As he turned for the larger one that had been "protecting" the others there was a flash of yellow and the demoniac let out a loud screech before the blade swung across and decapitated it. The destroyed body turning gray as the body and nano-machines died and disolved. "I'm going to get that bitch..." The sudden change in tone almost seemed unlike the calm sounding man from before.

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Saint's Cross slowly put both swords in their cross formation on his back, yet his hands did not leave them just yet. Instead he remained motionless as he watched ahead, his head turning slightly to look at the other before looking forwards as he spoke. "It seems we both have the same enemy here, and for that you will have my help... But unless you can get through to her, I am afraid I will have to shoulder another hatred on my shoulders as I help transport her across the river..." His hands slowly left the blades and his body rippled as his Blassreiter form dissolved back into his appearance before hand. Shoving his hands in his pockets he walked right past the back of Mia to the door and paused. "So... Will you help her or harm her?"

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Saint's Cross only watched as Miharu cut down the innocent man and listening to the growl that escaped her being. He stood by the door, neither staying nor leaving but only waiting and watching. Waiting to see her reaction to Ray's approach and her apparent recovery. His eyes drifted to the shields and watched as they were recalled back to her. He looked at the ground and the spittle between his feet and then at the two again. "Mia... If that is the name of that form." He spoke calmly and with enough presence it wouldn't be lost as some whisper, "When you are no longer afraid and wish to control yourself, seek me out... I will be waiting." With that needed to be said he turned and prepared to leave.

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Saint's Cross watched Miharu before glancing over at Ray again. "I rarely mix with humans and others as my job requires I taken down fallen Blassreiters and Demoniacs... But as for a name it would be best if you didn't know me at all... That woman who gave you the pill is an enemy of mine. If she knew I had contact with you..." he turned then and pushed open the door, "Just pretend I wasn't here and you overcame this reality on your own-"

A heavy black fist slammed into his chest and sent Saint clear across the diner to smash into the same wall Ray once hit. Pushing through the door came another Amalgam, though this one seemed almost as in control as Saint had been. The other looked at the crumpled body and let out a roar before making a charge at the form.

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Saint's Cross moaned and struggled to rise as he saw Miharu rushing the other. his eyes caught the black face and his silver eyes went wide as he coughed out a bit of blood. "No! Wait, stop!"

The other turned its head to Miharu's charge, uncaring of the bullets that simple ricocheted off as its arms crossed in front of it. It watched the madened charge, almost lazily before sliding a step around her and drawing a quick knee to her back, arms uncrossing as its fingers seemed to grow red claws of energy. They would glance a blow to the shields but that was not its concern as it looked back at Saint and continued to charge.

Saint pushed himself up weakly and felt dizzy, having already transformed once he was not in favor of a second time but forced his body to comply. His outer skin "shattering" as the giant blassreiter rose before the other, catching its wrists and grappling with the creature.

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Saint's Cross watched Miharu collapse and Ray begin to get ready for an attack. With a grunt he twisted the other around and appeared to be crushing its neck with his arm. "Ray, get Miharu out of her and run as far away as you can... Judas is not one you want to toy around with..." As if to prove it the red claws reached up and tried to dig into his shoulders but he forced them away before it drove its head back into his chest to break free.

Stumbling back Saint drew his swords and made a slash but the other ducked under it, coming to deliver a knee to his chest but was forced to move away from another slash down. "This is a fight of Blassreiters... If you die here that bitch that did this to Miharu will get away." Saint growled in his own head, as long as they were here he had to hold back his true power.

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Saint's Cross pulled the motorcycle up short of the entrance and keyed it off, sliding the helmet from his head and setting it on the handlebars, his right hand keying in a code on the bike as it turned off. Carefully moving from the seat of the bike he brushed off his jacket and slowly drew out his silver chain, letting the cross and medal of St. Christopher rest against his black T-shirt as he entered the bar.

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Saint's Cross sighed and thrust his hands into his pockets, his back slouching a bit as he glanced around the dimly lit bar. he could pick of the smell of stale drinks and what he assumed was urine from where the counter was and the whole place seemed dark and dusty, with too many booths hidden in the shadows, perfect.

Glancing around he picked up two bodies, no wait... three. One of them was apparently drunk and barely keeping himself supported by a table, barely. Another was observing a wall with some pictures and the last looked to be a bit injured, but he didn't care for it.

Another sigh was given as he began to walk to one of those gloomy booths when his eyes caught movement of one more walking down the stairs. he gave pause. His eyes looked the woman and her appearance once and then twice and then he chuckled low to himself, "Hideous..." With that he went to take his seat.

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Saint's Cross took his seat without another grumble and immediately reached his left hand up to the side of his face. There were at least several lines that almost looked like wires in the circuit board tattooed onto his face, but the color wasn't a dye set on his skin... it was his skin.

With his chin resting on his right hand, his fingers began to trace the path of the lines on his face. Down from the eye. Pause. Move right and in towards the cheek and pause again. Then down with a third pause and back to the left before changing its mind and moving down again to go under his chin. They all copied that set design and he traced it idly.

From his position he watched the others in the bar, though he wasn't really paying any attention. He glanced back at his left arm, a long vertical slash was cut across it but the skin itself was healing at an unusually rapid pace. he only gave a grim smile.

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Saint's Cross waited until the wound closed and the scar tissues was left until he lifted his head, only for him to take two fingers from his right hand and touch them under his left shoulder and then right, before sliding up to his forehead and then down to below his sternum. His voice was too low for any to hear unless they were practically right next to him. "In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit..."

Clasping his hands together he bent his head down until forehead touched crossed fingers softly, his eyes closed as his moth moved wordlessly in prayer. After a few minutes it was done and he lifted his head, repeating the action from before but adding an "Amen." When he finished.

He looked back at his left arm and saw no deformities or scars, nothing to even hint there had been a wound a few minutes ago. He sighed again and put his head in his hands, "Judas what have you done..."

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Saint's Cross looked back up at the slowly filling bar, letting his optics gaze at the new comers: A woman at the counter with another man and a second man entering through the door. Observing all of them and none of them he struggled to but on a smile but failed. Covering his eyes with his left hand he though back to the battle with Judas and the other Amalgams and he gave a dry laugh that almost sounded empty.

Tilting his head a bit his free hand reached up to run his fingers over the cross and St. Christopher medal as he sat alone in the shadows... Not that he wanted any company, honestly he found others hard to look at after being a Blassreiter for so long, but he found it strange how everything fell back to these people when it was all over, and only he would move on to the next area.

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Saint's Cross lifted his head when the door was kicked open to the outside and looked at the couple exiting. he didn't care about them, what he did care about was his motorcycle parked next to the bar, just outside. With a slight rush to his form he rose and moved across the bar to the exit, him pushing past Kat and Siren as he went to make sure his pride and joy was unharmed. He began to whisper to it in a low voice though nothing could be understood.

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Saint's Cross turned back at the one who called him mutt but only laughed as he saw the true mutt. A woman so ugly to him he probably wouldn't of taken her when he was human... Funny, he never had this distraction to non-Amalgams before but it was something from no longer being human, or at least by his guess.

Making sure the bike was indeed unharmed he keyed in a few more numbers and pulled his hand away quickly as electricity jumped to life around the bike, leaving a terrible surprise for anyone to disturb his baby. He turned around and walked hurriedly past the couple again, having to brush by a second time to reenter the bar and go back to his seat.

In his head he was lost in thought again, thinking about when this personality shift occurred.

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Saint's Cross pulled up to the bar on his motorcycle with a sigh, keying it off and slipping off his helmet to set on the handle bars. As he stood, brushing the dirt from his outfit, his eyes gazed at the wall of the bar, at the exact spot where Atlas stood and he sighed. "My the Lord have mercy on his soul..." His fingers gently brushed the cross on his necklace as he stepped through the door of the establishment and thrust his hands into his pockets, walking up behind the big man. "So... " He looked Atlas up and down. "...Tell me how far have you fallen from first transformation?"

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Saint's Cross nodded calmly, "Well it looks like you are about to fall a bit further my friend, I recommend you let these silly creatures go about their ways and find your own to go by, cause i would really hate to take you out of this world when you still have a chance to improve..." He observed the back of his hand idly and frowned at a speck of dirt on the back of his hand and scratched it off. "So... Can we settle this like adults?:

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Saint's Cross glanced at the Undead Demoniac with a heavy sigh, "Oh dear, looks like you have started something that might upset the bar..." He slipped off as someone hugged him but continued as soon as she was gone, "Well that doesn't much matter to me as I am here only for those that have fallen, not those borne fallen. Now. Can you leave here quietly or-" His watched beeped a bit and he lifted it up to look at it.

He let out another sigh and glanced at the Vampire, "I recommend you run my friend, it seems this other fella here won't be my problem He turned back to Atlas, "Listen here, bud. If you cause me more problems than the woman who is causing all this I will have to stop you. Get me?" His tone never changed as he walked back out the door of the bar.

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Saint's Cross slipped in through the front door, hunched down slightly, and giving the bar a good look around before thrusting his hands in his pockets and walking over to the next available booth. This place was a mess, and it didn't need his unprofessional opinion for it to be true. Lights missing, those that were on only had a dim glow, and the odors of the place.

And that was what made it a good spot. No one to follow him around. And if shit really did hit the fan, at least it wasn't dealing with Amalgams so he wasn't needed and could relax.

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Saint's Cross A lone motorcycle pulled up just outside the door, the rider sitting back, feeling the machine idle underneath him as he gazed at the entrance to the bar, gloved hands resting at his sides as a small breeze pushed past his leather ridding jacket and hair, tough he showed no signs of moving. After several long moments the cycle was keyed off and the man dismounted moving it up to the wall before pushing through the door and crossing inside, silver eyes sweeping across the faces of everyone once before letting out a sigh, thrusting his hands deep into his pockets and slouching slightly as he made his way across the entrance to find a seat.