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Torin Illium

A young fighter, eager for training. He seeks out the greatest warriors in the Multiverse to learn from.

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

Description

Age: 17 Image
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 145 lbs
Build: Muscular Ectomorphic: Athletic/toned

Torin has a sturdy, beaten face; adorned with a fresh collection of cuts and scars every week. He has long, black hair flowing down to fiery, piercing eyes. He walks in a slow, steady manner, faithfully observant to his environment and surroundings.

Torin likes to wear loose, casual clothing at all times. He prefers dark colors. He most commonly wears a black jacket with the hood cast over his eyes, running shoes, and sturdy cargo pants or jeans. He carries a variety of tools and weapons clipped into his belt and in his pockets.

Torin is determined, brave and committed. Driven by revenge, there is no limit to how hard he'll try...or how far he'll go to achieve power. Inquisitive and curious of everything that could make him stronger, he is eager to learn everything he can from anyone who is willing to teach him. When not training, he's a quiet and reserved boy; not one to start a conversation with a stranger.

Torin is a moral character, understanding right from wrong. While his ambitious craving for training superceedes his virtues, he nonetheless cares for other people and will help those in need when he can. He particularly dislikes powerful figures picking on or abusing weaker individuals. A life of dedicated training has hardened the boy, both physically and emotionally.

Torin was ten years old when he witnessed the death of his parents at the hands of powerful warriors. Determined to avenge them, he set out into the streets of Wing City, looking to train from whoever he may. Aside from his burning vengeance, he dreams of one day becoming the greatest fighter in all the Multiverse.


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Equipment


Tactical PARACORD Belt
Supports up to 800 lbs

Wallet
2000 Terran Credits

Charged Healing Runes
Palm-sized, imbued with healing magics

Slide-blade Impervium Katana
Retracts between 1' and 4 1/2', clips into his belt

Cell phone
Programmed to public and private connections

Rahal-Family Medallion
Hidden under his shirt



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Training

A committed fighter, Torin has received training from a myriad of powerful warriors from all over the Multiverse.



Torin's training with Sylvina

-Advanced training in Drakonto (Ancient Drakish martial art style)

-Increased speed, muscle control, strength and pain-tolerance

-Stronger bone and muscle density



Torin's training with Arbilus, the Kryst Warrior

-Broadsword Mastery

-Advanced understanding of quartz/diamond structure (benefits his 'earth control' chaos magics)

-Increased strength and pain-tolerance



Torin's training withRoth Ushiro, the ronin

-Understanding of advanced Iado

-Mastery over Araki Mujinsai Ryu

-Increased speed, sense of awareness and reflexes



Torin's training under the apprenticeship of the Chaos Mage, Rahal.

-Mastered fire-control

-Mastered ice-control and freezing abilities

-Advanced energy manipulation

-Advanced stone/earth control

-Mastered metal control

-Advanced water control

-Meditation and calming techniques

-Increased strength, endurance and willpower.

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Torin Illium's Story

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"Don't even fucking think abou-" Torin warned as Mute charged, aimed and fired her weapon. With wide-eyes, Torin crouched low, arms crossed over his head as her flared his life-energy once more. The magics prevented the uranium from doing any serious damage, though the force of the impact sent Torin flying.

"UUUghhnnnn..." Torin groaned as he slammed against the far wall of Gambit's, momentarily knocked out of the fight.

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Torin Illium rose quietly from his slump, wincing as he rubbed furiously at his temples as if trying to dispel a headache. Whatever that thing was, it was gone now. Torin couldn't say he'd miss it.

"Hey, you ok?" Torin asked as he approached Kendra, offering her a hand. Just then, the NPA burst in. Hm. That was a suprise. Usually it took the cops a good hour before they decided to do anything about a Gambit's fight. Pretty damn good time.

Nonetheless, Torin complied. Being a frequent brawler himself, the young chaos mage knew how things worked with the feds.

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Torin Illium submitted to the agents and would likely be taken away for some brief questioning. Fighter though he was, he wasn't stupid enough to get into trouble with the law.

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Torin Illium lay against one of the far walls of the bar, his bruised face downcast as the sounds of night-time Gambit's consumed him. People talked and laughed... shouted and whispered... someone was shooting at empty glass bottles...

The young fighter just barely raised his head, his fiery eyes glimmering from beneath the brim of his ragged hood. There was energy here. Lots of it. It flowed about Torin's psyche lovingly, played out before the boy's trained mind like a love song. Perhaps there was something to be learned here.

The young man grit his marked jaw, watching the patrons carefully... waiting for the right moment... waiting...

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Torin Illium rose steadily as the dwarf called out to him. Gambit's didn't often have bartenders. The young fighter walked slowly, his cracked boots beating a dark metrenome against the cold flooring of Gambit's. His fiery eyes flickered as they met Trinity, his young jaw grit in contemplation.

"Give me a whiskey," Torin said quietly, his voice husking along the edge of a whisper, chancing another curious glance at the beautiful pirate and her lackies.

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Torin Illium clasped the whiskey numbly, looking down at the murkey liquid contemplatively. "...payment..." When was the last time he had ever payed for a drink at Gambit's? Did he even have his money on him? Torin reached quietly into his jacket, setting his wallet down on the counter, generously stuffed with over two thousand Terran credits. compliments of the Rahal family.

Torin looked back over at the group of pirates, a boyish grin suddenly finding its way across his jawline. Gambit's was Torin's favorite place for a reason... there was always someone to fight. Torin's eyes flickered between the pirates, immediately ruling out several of them, including Trinity. The poor girl was probably the ship's cook or something...

That muscly fellow looked like he might put up a good match. Torin clasped his whiskey, wondering whether he should down the liquid and instigate something with words, or flat-out throw the liquid into his opponents eyes. The fighter was weighing his options when Seraphim came in, immediately distracted by the angel.

"Sera...?" Torin raised an eyebrow, "...is that you?" Torin hadn't seen the girl since... well... since...

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Torin Illium hugged her tenderly, smiling to himself. "God...it's been too long..." Torin nodded to her, "...I'm sorry, I guess I should have called after... yeah. After that." Torin winced, shrugging slightly.

Meanwhile, Torin's entertainment for the evening was dancing drunkenly somewhere in the backround. Torin still had every intention of starting all kinds of mischief with the pirates, but now that Sera was here, he didn't want to involve the poor girl in a fight. Especially not wh-

The young fighter stopped dead in his thoughts as Gokita suddenly entered the bar, the Saiyan's energy immediately made clear to Torin. Whoever this girl was, she was powerful. Damn fuckin' powerful. Torin had only felt energy like this a hand full of times before.

Both times had ended up in a fight. This time wouldn't be an exception. At least, Torin hoped not...

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"Guardian of what?" Torin joked, "you and I both know I don't need any protection. I can handle myself, babe. Don't worry about me." The fighter's eyes flickered over to Auron as he entered the bar, instantly taking note of the man's weapons. God... so many opportunities for a good brawl right now...

"In fact, why don't we catch up later?" Torin offered quickly, obviously trying to get Sera out of harms way before he lost control. The urge to fight was practically unbearable. His fingers gripped his shot glass on the bar to the point of cracking, his eyes constantly shifting towards Trinity's lacky...

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Torin Illium ran into the bar suddenly, his fiery eyes flaming amid his disheveled appearance. The fighter panted quietly, his gaze flitting about the bar desperately, searching intently. He had sensed the energy, of course. He could have sensed energy like that half-way across the world. The raw depth of the power... the sheer magnitude of strength... it couldn't be possible...

"...where..." Torin panted. He had ran several miles, after all, not yet able to fly, "...where...is he...?"

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"He..." Torin rasped, his muscled torso heaving beneath his baggy jacket, "...you..." His eyes flamed towards Gokita, instantly registering the massive power rested in the girl. Wait... it was her? This... this girl? She hardly came up to his chin!

"...it can't be..." the fighter shook his head, walking towards Gokita carefully as he caught his breath. Here Torin had been expecting some aura-blessed demi-god in glittering robes and a celestial host. Not some cute-faced spiky-haird school girl.

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Torin Illium blushed immediately, quickly collecting himself. Torin wasn't good talking to girls. Especially girls with power-levels equivalent to gods.

"Oh no, I'm sorry..." Torin stammered, fidgeting where he stood, "I just...I just think I must be a little sick or somethin'... something wrong with my ki. Yeah...that's it. Sorry..." How could he had EVER convinced himself that the pretty girl in front of him could ever possibly be the fighter he had thought she was? He had to be hallucinating. Not enough sleep, that was it. He just needed a little sleep...

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Torin Illium turned suddenly, nearly sprawling out on the floor as Goten summoned a ki ball, easily packed with the power of a sun.

"...what the fu-..." Torin lost his breath once again, looking at Gokita, innocently holding an energy source like that like it was nothing. So...he hadn't been wrong after all.

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"Come on you little freak..." A growling voice shouted just beyond the doors, "come on and get what's yours!" The doors flew open suddenly, revealing Torin Ilium, eyes aflame in rage, the glowing beginnnings of a fireball in his right hand.

Upon spotting Parson, the young mage roared, throwing the fireball at the vampire in fury.

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Torin Illium pointed a wary finger at Aelfhyre, "stay out of it. This is none of your concern." He snarled his warning, his brows knitted together as he searched for the vampire child once again.

"Shut the fuck up!" he roared once he had found his target again. Bringing his hands together, Torin concetrated for only a brief moment before summoning a large ball of quartz, two meters in diameter. It hoverered before his hands for just a moment... before Torin thrust his fist out. The quartz flew at the poor vampire with great speed.

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Torin Illium growled at the sudden change of advantage. Why did these things always happen to him...?

"Fine, you BOTH want some? I'll give you some! Come on and get it!" Torin was flat-out screaming now as he assumed a horse-stance, his fists by his sides as he began to power-up. Blood red energy coursed over his body, a rose glow eminating from the fighter as he focused his strength and charged it.

And in the midst of it all, he grinned. Time to fight. This was why he lived.

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Torin Illium brought his fists together the moment he eyed Aelfhyre's finger tightening on the trigger, a tall wall of iron, half a foot thick, literally rising from the ground in the space between himself and the gunman. Torin grinned as he did so. Oh yes. He could make iron now.

Shooting his fist out, the iron, having caught all the bullets, would suddenly fly towards Aelfhyre and Parson, aiming to crush them both in one fell swoop.

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Torin stood back, watching as the metal was carved up. Oh well...at least one of the pieces hit the kid. That was something.

"My fight's not with you..." Torin said plainly, an energy sphere flickering and sparking to life in his hand, "if you don't want to get hurt, then step out of the way." Though in his mind, Torin was praying to every god that this gunman would make a move.

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"You were KILLING!" Torin retorted, the magic energies in his bodies flaring with his rage. Emotion seemed to be quite the motivator when it came to Torin's abilities. Anger in particular.

"I've had a fuckin' nuff' of you!" Torin looked towards Aelfhyre once again, lifting a single finger. At his mental command, a chilling pillar of ice formed first around the bullets, connecting with the ground and ceiling as it literally stopped the bullets dead in their path.

Rolling to the side, Torin released the energy sphere, the attack quite incapable of being swatted aside by any normal material.

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Torin Illium lashed out with his foot, letting the thrown chair collide with the heal of his boot as it splintered. Undaunted, the mage continued his assault, raising his hands towards the various liquors sprawled across the bar. At his mental command, nearly every single alchohol contained on the bar broke free from the glasses containing it, spiraling and crashing together to form a massive wave of liquor.

"Have a fuckin' drink..." Torin mumbled through grit-teeth. Water was an element he wasn't completely comfortable with. Keeping his hands flowing, Torin released the giant wave with a roar, letting gallons up gallons of liquid fall upon Aelfhyre, Parson and Corruption.

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With Aelfhyre washed on the floor and drunk, Torin raised his fists again, summoning a wall of quartz to form beneath the gunman, one end of the wall rising suddenly. The quartz would attempt to catapult Aelfhyre through the nearest window, knocking him out of the fight.

The vampire had been washed away by the attack, Torin turned his attention to corruption. My my... Gambit's always harbored the freaks...

"Stand away," Torin rasped his warning, his eyes flaming in rage, "the child is mine."

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