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Sir Prise

To the ladies I'm Sir Prise....

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

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Name: Sir Prise
Age: 182 look late teens to early twenties.
Sex: male
Race: Jinx
height: 6’4
weight: unknown
Power: bad luck to others
Personality: some may call him evil in the lighter sense of the words, he is a bit chaotic
Weapons: shoe daggers, bad luck
Unique features: the red marks under his eyes
Weakness: well he can be out jinxed…. Oh and he can be killed also can use his power for fun too much. Oh and if their is too much good energy in a room.
Past: Not much is known about Sir Prise. He has been around since the eighteen hundreds, and his life has had many misfortunes surrounding him, he is half Irish half British which back then was an oddity. He didn’t seem to care about that though. It should be noted that most of the misfortune wasn’t about him but the ones around him. One day he was about to be beaten brutally and the next the guys fell into a thin sheet of ice on the lake they were in. He soon discovered that he was a jinx and decided to have… a little fun. He worked as the middle act for the Piccadilly circus in the mid eighteen hundreds. He takes more after his Irish da than his British mom, he doesn't speak much of his birth but will if he opens up to someone

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A man clopped into the bar wearing an odd outfit, almost like one in a circus. His red hair stuck out every which way as he glanced at the patrons in the bar. There were so many options… decisions, decisions… well the bar tender was out of the question, never a good idea to make bad things happen to the bartender… they could poison your drink after all. He had seen it happen before, not a pretty picture.

He twirled the cane in his hand a bit before walking to the bar counter, he’d wait before causing anything. “Scuse me can I have a drink?” he asked in a faint Irish lilt. “Been walkin’ here all day and would like some whiskey on the rocks… and just leave the bottle. I have a feelin’ I will need it.” He remarked with a tip of his hat as he pulled out some money to pay for it.

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Sir Prise grinned as his trick worked, “much better.” He muttered to himself with a chuckle as he sipped his whiskey a faint smirk on his lips. “not the most elaborate trick, but it gets the job done.” he thought to himself. He tapped his booted foot in a gentle rhythm as he whistled a soft Irish jig. He may have been born in London but his dad was Irish. Oh look the girl was connecting the pieces that weren’t there to fit into her reality! He loved how humans did that, made it more fun for him. Their expressions… their faces, he found them all quite amusing.

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Sir Prise could not resist. It was too perfect! The guy standing there dazed, the girl calling out to him. he made a piece of wood fall from the cieling to hit his head, nothing big, but if hit it would hurt.

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Sir Prise burst out laughing as he saw his face when he got hit by the piece of wood before he started to drink his whiskey, "that was priceless!" he commented mainly to himself with a smirk on his face.

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Sir Prise burst out laughing as he saw his face when he got hit by the piece of wood before he started to drink his whiskey, "that was priceless!" he commented mainly to himself with a smirk on his face.

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Sir Prise just waved at Boss, "Looks like ya two are suffering a wee bit of bad luck eh?" he said with a grin as he sipped his whiskey.

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Sir Prise looked at the other two love birds with a frown, "everywhere I turn... like a plague or something..." he muttered to himself. He looked at Boss, "Happens to all of us, so it isn't just you." he said as he twirled his hat on his finger.

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Sir Prise looked at Boss, he was an easy target. He shook his head as a crack formed in the chair giving out a warning creak and would snap eventually...

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Sir Prise chuckled as the chair broke, "well... at least there was a warnin' for that one." he said as he poured himself some more whiskey as he saw him run off, "aw..." he muttered, now he had to find a knew victim until he came back. He looked around the room, "Let's see..." he muttered to himself as he tried to pin point a gullible idiot.

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Sir Prise eyes looked on Thea, "She seems like an easy target... wings are fun to mess with..." he thought to himself with an almost easy grin.

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Sir Prise saw the dog as he frowned, he wasn't to fond of dogs they were smarter than people thought... best to avoid the winged girl for now. He sipped his whiskey as he hummed an Irish jig his boot tapping in rhythm to it. He looked around for a new target, his eyes landing on the other couple. Why that would be fun! They both were sitting down... he could make the chair break again... or something to happen to their drinks... decisions decisions...

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Sir Prise thought about it. He had done, ceiling, drink spilling, chair breaking. Ah! They were at a booth. He flicked his green eyes to the booth cushion that Kaide and Ellais were sitting in as a rip could be heard and two springs popped up to prick them both in the ass.

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Sir Prise chuckled at the twos reaction, "Oh this is so much fun..." he whispered to himself as he swirled his whiskey, there had been a time when he thought doing things like that were no fun and mean. That had been years ago though. He now fully embraced his jinx side. It was fun to see the reactions on the people when something happened and they reached a 'logical' conculsion. The chair broke under the weight, the cup was knocked over, the candle wasn't put out...

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Sir Prise looked at the two, as the blonde winged girl disappeared he was a bit disappointed at that he did want to cause a bit of bad luck around her. He shook his head as he looked back a the couple, "should I do more... or should I restrain myself..." he thought to himself as he spun his hat. he looked at a light bulb as if to get an answer from it... or make it pop... if he got bored enough.

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Sir Prise grew bored as a light popped near the center of the room and the glass fell down. Soon another followed as he sipped his whiskey. He hated being bored. He'd much rather something exciting went down instead of nothing. he made his hat roll down his arm as he caught it between two fingers and spun it.

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Sir Prise blinked as he tossed his hat as it landed on his head, he saw the girl flinch from the glass and smiled as he poured another whiskey. At least one person had noticed the popped light bulbs... it seemed the bar tender was asleep on the job. Though he was off limits for now, never prank the man who gave you drinks when they were working, they could poison their drink.

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Sir Prise looked at the two couple and shook his head, the only good thing about couples was he could spread the bad luck around for both of them easily. "Spreads like a plague..." he muttered as he thought of what to do.

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Sir Prise looked at the couples getting a bit agitated, to much 'good' energy for his liking. Something has to happen. He made a light pop above Ashleys' head. He needed the bad energy to feel more at ease and for him to stay in this enviroment longer, it wasn't personally.

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Sir Prise sipped his whiskey as the energy in the room went back to a comfortable level. "much better..." he thought to himself, he wasn't above causing some pain to people to do so.

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Sir Prise remained silent as they pointed out the mishaps in the bar, "[i[faulty bulbs good one... logical too.[/i]" he thought to himself. When Boss mentioned a curse he sipped his whiskey again. "so close..." he thought as he spun his hat on one finger.

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Sir Prise heard the word ghost and smirked, "and further away like that..." he thought to himself. When Zekil mentioned bad luck he flicked his hat back on his head, "bingo. Well forced bad luck..." he thought to himself as he heard boss, "so what if someone got hurt?" he thought he didn't care at all about minor details like that. The energy was now comfortable so for now so he'd needn't need to make a little bad luck happen. Of course it rose when Ellais hugged Kaide, but not badly so.

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Sir Prise saw the two couples kissing, the female couple and the ass pricked couple and shook his head, "Again like a plague." he muttered in his Irish lilt. he pouted more whiskey so far the energy was only slightly uncomfortable. "I'm the fear that keeps you awake
I'm the shadows on the wall
I'm the monsters they become
I'm the nightmare in your skull..." he muttered to himself singing a bit of his favorite song.

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Sir Prise sighed as they left, "Oh gag me with a spoon already..." he muttered as he heard the gooy talk. He was a bit of a young Jinx so it got him more agitated than the elder ones. "I'm a dagger in your back
An extra turn on the rack
I'm the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start." he continued to sing softly.

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Sir Prise was growing bored, "not wise to do anythin' more right now..." he muttered as he twirled his hat by the brim on his finger. "Kinda wish that bloke was here so I could do more... he was a fun target..." he muttered to himself with a sigh.

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