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The Madenci

Once a normal, honest man, he became a husk of his former self after a mining accident in which he awoke something that should have remained undisturbed.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Verum Umbra

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Tall, built yet lean, he wears a mining helmet with a light fixated on it, a special gas mask covering the rest of his head, a breathing tube looping down around his belt to a canister attached at his back. His jumpsuit is torn and punctured here and there, and he has a rather dusty and dirty appearance in general.

Personality

Before the change, Alexander was pleasant, honest, warm, and overall, the epitome of a good guy. Now, as the Madenci, he is withdrawn, antisocial, brutally honest, xenophobic, and violent at times. He often will give a response of silence or a slight grunt in his heavy, gritty, voice. He can be seen shuffling about, as opposed to normally walking or jogging.

Equipment

Besides the basic equipment a miner takes with him or her to survive and repair tools, he carries a pickaxe with him at all times, even using it as a weapon if need be.

History

Alexander Ross was a normal guy; down-to-earth, honest, and kind. A miner in a small village, he was well known for being so open to others, and his hospitality. Ross was a regular in the mines, often working long before and after the other workers; not for overtime pay, but, because he enjoyed what he did. The prospect of finding something rare and amazing was a focus for him. One day, however, his wish was granted...But one should always be careful for what they wish for. A sort of stone like statuette was nestled into the rock, Ross unknowingly dislodging it when he brought down his pickaxe in a swing. After realizing he found something, he picked it up to observe it. However, a split second later, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, almost as if something had just impaled him. A gem on the small idol glowed as the mine shaft rumbled and began to cave-in. Alone, in pain, and stuck with the accursed statue, Ross did the only thing he could do: dig. Days went by, and days turned into weeks. Just before the villagers who loved him so dearly had finally given up on the search, he had dug his way out in an entirely different path he created himself, though it was sealed as soon as he left it. When he was welcomed with open arms, Ross only gave a response of cold indifference and oblivion. He came out, donning the moniker "The Madenci", meaning "miner" in Turkish. A husk of who he used to be, he wanders the world, internally yearning to return to his old life. But, until he could find a way to do so, he'd do the only thing he could do: dig.

So begins...

The Madenci's Story

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A soft thud was heard before a gloved hand caught the closing door, slowly leaning in to reveal the dusty, masked male. He shambled into the building, seeming oblivious to the snow behind him. A pickaxe rested in the being's other hand, almost dragging against the ground before he turned and shut the door with the tool. A hissing exhale was heard as the man reached up and cut off the light on his helmet. Taking shuffling steps forward, the Madenci stumbled in.

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Another hiss from his mask as he exhaled, swinging the pickaxe upward and onto his shoulder, shuffling and walking in a sort of planned time. His voice soon began to ring out in a chant, soft, yet husky and very gritty. "Rattle big black bones, in the danger zone, there's a rumblin' groan, down below...There's a big dark town, ot's a place I've found, there's a world going on Underground..."

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He simply continued, just wandering the bar, not going anywhere in particular. His boots resounded with a thick and hollow thud each time one was brought down in time with his musical chant. "They're alive...They're awake...While the rest of the world is asleep...Below the mine shaft roads, it will all unfold, there's a world going on underground...All the roots hang down, swing from town to town, they are marching around, under your boots...All the trucks unload, beyond the gopher holes...There's a world going on...Underground..."

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After a moment of pause, he stopped his movement, simply standing. Existing. Slowly and somewhat shakily, he reached up and ran a finger along his helmet before tensing the arm he carried the pickaxe in. Without warning, he twirled the mining tool overhead and brought it down forcefully. Unfortunately for the Madenci, it didn't go down on the sharpened end as planned, instead the blunt side slamming down with a loud crash, the floor splintering under the weight of the tool and the sheer force he put behind the swing. "...Must go down...I have to get back what's mine..." His gritty voice muttered, both hands going onto the handle as he lifted it in preparation for the next swing.

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With a powerful swing, he brought down the pickaxe, breaking through the floor, driving the tip down, but he was cut short. Something stopped him. The tool should've gone down further than it had. Curious, but most of all agitated and shifty, he pulled the pickaxe away and kneeled down. Some sort of black substance shifted and glimmered before the concrete seemed to come together, leaving only the broken wooden floor. "...Can't dig here...Shame..." That hiss came from his mask as he stood and looked up, the first thing in his sight being the female manipulating the flames and the cloaked man speaking to her. "...What to do now...? ...Can't get underground..."

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Tilting his head side to side before shifting, he grasped the pickaxe and threw it, the mining tool flying with a low swoop in the air before wedging itself into the bar, narrowly missing a bargoer. Walking in his shambling fashion, the denizen griped and shouted at the Madenci, though the "man" seemed oblivious, reaching forward and grasping the handle of the pickaxe, pulling back to remove it. It was wedged pretty far in, and the bar patron was starting to get a little confrontational.

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The Madenci got the pickaxe out of the bar, looking to it. Then it happened. The patron reached over and shoved him. The miner was xenophobic, especially when it came to confrontation, and incidents often ended badly for the other side. Without warning, the male slammed the butt of the handle into the patron's head, effectively knocking him down. Putting a boot on the male's chest, shifting and holding the pickaxe ready. "...Interferences...Why do you try to stop me...? ...I just want it back...The things of the past..."

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There was a pause before he brought down the pickaxe directly into the man's head, going straight through, blood spattering as he tilted his head. Putting the boot down on the dead man's throat, yanking the pickaxe away. He leaned down and wiped the tool clean on the man's shirt, standing back a few paces. "Not safe...The Madenci...You're gone..."

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Hearing the clicking voice, he turned and looked to the centipede looking creature. He'd never seen anything like it before. He didn't like it. It bothered him deeply. "...You...Strange...Strange is bad...Things have hurt me before..." He tightened his grip on the pickaxe, brandishing it as he was ready to take a swing. The husk could care less about the body, it was his own self-preservation he was concerned with.

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Shouldering the pickaxe, the husk of a man stood silently and solemnly, contemplating what to do next. He'd just had a violent fit of xenophobia, more and more strange people and things were coming into the area, and he couldn't dig here. And that was his purpose to find what he seeked. To dig. "Maybe...One more try...Wouldn't hurt..." He muttered in that gritty voice, bringing the pickaxe up and then straight down.

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With held breath, he waited. There was no stop. This time, the pickaxe went through. He seemed to perk up immediately, reaching back and yanking up a large hunk of floorboard. There was none of the black substance at this moment, nothing to impede him. "...Dig...I can go...I can find it..." He moved and began to the process of the digging; in this case, it was more like mining with the pickaxe, but, he'd be on his way none the less. Once again, he began the songlike chant, following the rythm of his impacts. "...Rattle big black bones, in the danger zone, there's a rumblin' groan down below...There's a big dark town, it's a place I've found, there's a world going on underground..."

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Carefully, he kept going...down, down, down. His chant could be heard as he disappeared through his unnaturally made hole, the pickaxe's clank heard in rythm. "They're alive...They're awake...While the rest of the world is asleep! Below the mine shaft roads, it will all unfold, there's a world going on underground! ...All the roots hang down, swing from town to town, they are marching around, down under your boots...All the trucks unload, beyond the gopher holes...There's a world going on underground...!" Eventually, his chants faded into silence, the hole's opening sealing itself due to instability.

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I'll just post. This is causing an interuption in the roleplay on my stupid question.

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As the patrons in the bar went about their business, a small clink could be heard from the floor, near the bar. Two patrons heard the sound, thinking nothing of it at the moment. It would go on every few seconds, though, it would seem to get louder and...Closer? Yes, definitely. The two men would soon lean down a bit as it soon sound to get right near the flooring. A loud thunk replaced the gentle clank, and it startled the men.

A few more times, and then it happened. The tip of a tool came through the floor; a pickaxe to be presice. It soon unwedged itself, only a loud bang to be heard. The floor went up a few times before the pickaxe broke through. The mining tool was tossed onto the floor, a pair of arms opening the hole a bit as a man, covered in dust, dirt, and adorned with a worn jumpsuit, gas mask, helmet, and various other mining tools emerged. Getting out of the hole and onto his feet, he stood for a moment before leaning down and grabbing the pickaxe, a rather audible hiss heard from his mask as he exhaled.

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The Madenci was about to step forward, but a one of the males in vests shoved him out of the way. Xenophobia kicked in, agitation settled. He was on guard now. The miner looked to the man as he cut off his headlamp. "I'd advise...You not...Do that..." His voice was gritty in sound and low in tone.

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After a moment, he shambled over to the biker men, putting his hand on the man's shoulder that bumped into him. "I said...You shouldn't...Do that...Listen...When I talk..." He muttered in that gritted voice. He wanted his point across, even with his near lost humanity and personality preventing him from mostly effective communication.

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The Madenci was about to move, but, he felt a presence. What he lost in humanity, he more than made up for in sensory abilities. He turned his gaze over to the archangel, or, what he assumed was one. It was a hazy figure at best, but, something about him seemed...Pure. The Madenci was attracted to his, shambling forward, pickaxe over his shoulder. Maybe, this being could restore him to his former self. No longer the Madenci...But maybe Alexander Ross once more...

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With quiet resolve and a shambling stride, the hollow man shifted upon entry of Gambit's Bar. Pickaxe dragging behind him, heavy footfalls came from his boots as The Madenci proceeded. After only a few seconds, he stopped near the small group of people. Even though he was seeking something to return him to his former self, the miner husk found himself returning to the place time and time again. But he never knew why. Maybe in his empty feeling and mind, he figured there was hope of someone or something here helping him.

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A pause, then a rather audible hiss erupted from the gas mask as it processed new air from the breathing tube. Shouldering the pickaxe, the Madenci inched a bit closer to the speaking duo. He was slowly relearning to be socialable, despite antisocial tendecies born from xenophobia. Breaking his own silence, he spoke in a low, gritty voice. "...Greetings...To you..."