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Verror Esmonar

A travelling warrior with a draconic side

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

Description

Full name: Verror Esmonar

Age: 27

Race: Human (also a dragon berserker)

Gender: Male

Appearance: Verror stands at an average height, has light skin and pale grey eyes. His hair is a light dirty blond, although his eyebrows and facial hair are black. His most distinguishable feature is a peculiar mark running down the lefts side of his face, through his eye. It appears to be a scar, however markings resembling scales have formed around it. In his dragon form, he has a human scar in the same place.

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Weapons/abilities: Verror has a peculiar magical condition that classes him as a ‘beserker’. Where he was originally from, this condition can be considered anything from a threat to an asset, and attitudes vary from town to town. If the ‘afflicted’ is wounded substantially by a creature after they have grown into an adult, they develop the ability to take that creature’s form. This should not be confused with were[blank]s, as the change is forced, although it can happen automatically in states of intense emotion such as anger.

Verror’s strength and resistance are boosted by his draconic condition, as well as him having the ability to breathe fire, and actually harness a little pyromancy (a typical berserker symptom is inability to learn magic). He can take a draconic form, where he has all the abilities of a fire dragon; flight, claws, teeth, enhanced senses and fire magic. Weak to ice and water, as well as anything enchanted to be effective against dragonkind.

Verror also has a great sword; it is simple in design but effective.

Short History: Verror grew up in a remote village on an unnamed, obscure planet tucked away at some corner of the multiverse. Training as a warrior, his first true test came at the age of around 21, when his village was attacked by an evil dragon known as Zelreth.

Though they managed to fend the dragon off, saving the village for the time being, the beast had managed to wound Verror quite badly. He recovered fairly quickly, however when they saw that he’d grown scales they realised he must be a berserker. Dragons being a rather dangerous creature (especially in villages made of wooden buildings) didn’t make their situation any better. He decided to leave of his own accord, and eventually became a mercenary of sorts, travelling various lands.

Eventually he discovered space ports and such, granting him access to many areas of the multiverse, and decided to make his way to Wing City.

So begins...

Verror Esmonar's Story

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A slightly disheveled man with a great-sword worn over his back and a curious scar made his way across the plaza. He checked his inventory to find that he'd ran out of potions, again. He'd probably misplaced most of them. He saw what looked like a potion shop, so he decided he'd go in and check. As he opened the door he saw a young woman with a piar of wings, one black, one white.

"Er...excuse me, is this a potion shop?" he asked. He didn't want to go in just to get embarrassed for going to the wrong place.

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Character Portrait: Drakus Flavaar Character Portrait: Lukas Character Portrait: Verror Esmonar
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Verror eventually decided to enter the shop, and, after some studying of the room, concluded that it was most likely probably a potions shop. He still wasn't very used to this city. Someone walked past but he only just noticed him before he had entered the basement.

He saw that there was no-one at the counter, so he waited around for a while. Then he heard what sounded like some shouts of glee from downstairs, followed shortly by the murmur of conversation.

"On second thought," he said to himself shuffling slowly towards the door, "Perhaps I'll try somewhere else..."

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Drakus had been relieved he had chosen not to drink the potion, especially after spying the outcome. He doubted he would have been prepared for such a flight. But when matters turned back to business he seemed quite pleased. "Excellent," he answered, reaching out to pat Lukas heartily on the back, "Now I take it the next step is up-sizing to a more potent creature, and then who knows where we stop." He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. "I suppose we need to know the limits of range, too, if any." He was oblivious to the man upstairs, lost in his own thoughts and preponderances of how he could utilize the potion.

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Lukas was pleased to see that Drakus was impressed. He was also pleased in declaring: "Range is not a problem, the only limiter to this is size. And really, that's just making a bigger batch." He had impressed himself this time; not even he expected the potion to finally work.

He went ahead and put the away the flask which now held just a drop of the antigravity potion. Lukas then thought of something; he ran over to the "Recreational" aisle of his little store. Took 2 flasks, one a soft gray, the other a strong black.

He handed the lighter brew to his partner and said "A toast to us, and to the future." He saw that Drakus was hesitant, so he went ahead and clarified "It's just alcohol, nothing special about it. A tad strong though."

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After a while waiting, Verror decided that whatever was going on in the basement, whoever was involved was probably quite busy and didn't have the time for customers right now. So, keeping the place in mind for later, he walked over to the door, and pushed it open, before making his way out into the open plaza.

Looking around, he saw a board with what looked like a city map. Strolling over to it and inspecting it further, he saw an area labelled 'Eastern Wing City'.

Leaving Wing City Plaza, he made his way over to a different area.

The setting changes from Wing City Plaza to Gambit's Bar

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Just as two people were leaving, a man with messy hair and an unusual scar on his left eye entered the bar. Looking around cautiously, he felt a cold breeze from somewhere.

He approached a door that seemed to have a white glow coming from behind it, from which the cold air seemed to be coming. Seeing that there was no sign indicating it as private, he assumed it was just another room and opened it.

there was a rush of wind and he immediately closed the door, now lightly dusted in snow.

Very quickly walking over to a booth, he sat down, looking very distressed and shocked at what he'd just seen.

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Verror was sitting at an otherwise empty booth, now slightly less visibly shaken, when he heard the cry of an eagle, followed by the entrance of a mysterious warrior in white.

A man who appeared to be at least partly mechanical went over to her and then went off, coming back with food and drink. From the fact that he had operated the register himself, it seemed he worked here or something, so Verror got up and approached the booth.

"Er..excuse me?" he asked, "Does this place open up into different locations or something?"

He had no idea that he was currently in a pocket dimension; for all he knew this was just a regular building. In fact, the concept was pretty new to him.

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As the android finished a tune and reached for his scotch, the blonde-haired man approached. The android snatched up his glass between two large, armoured fingers before he replied to the question. The passed-out woman remained slouched in her seat, of course. Jakob still made sure nothing bad happened.

"Well, Wing City does," Jakob replied, "We're currently in Gambit's- the tavern of Wing City,"

The android took a drink from the scotch as he got a better visual. The man appeared to be more than a man, but Jakob could only consider that possibility due to the unusual nature of what initially appeared to be a scar. More importantly, the man appeared to be new to the place. Jakob had never seen this one before. He continued. "Throughout the city are portals leading to different locations. If there ever was a full directory, I never found one."

Jakob finished his drink and poured another for himself. "Was there a specific location you were trying to reach?" He asked.

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#, as written by Awinita
Crane twitched where she laid, head down on the table, sound asleep, dead to the world. Occasionally a flicker of pale energy wafted off her slender form. She murred in her sleep, something about five more minutes when the voices rang and she heard stuff. Someone complaining of a lost wallet.

What was a wallet ? Oh yeah, she remmebered, groggy she opened an eye, it took a moment to focus, but then she closed it, she was alright, asleep in a bar, no harm done.

Wait....

Asleep in a bar ?

The pale eye snapped open once more, still unfocused she looked around, her head hurt. What did she drink ?

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Jakob stopped playing the ukulele for a moment as the smaller girl entered to complain about something. Apparently the ruckus caused by the expressed stress stirred the unconscious woman out of consciousness. The android waved a hand in front of the woman to try to get her attention. “You have been unconscious for around twelve minutes," The android explained in a professional, if cold, manner. "During that time, you have not been disturbed. I have provided a glass of water to help cure a potential hangover.”

Jakob then went back to his ukulele. He lifted his armoured legs and planted both feet on the table so he could lean his chair back. Balancing on the legs of the reinforced chair, Jakob continued to play his instrument. Though he wasn’t perfect yet, he did not care. He’d get good some day, and there was only one way to make it to that day.

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"Oh, no," Verror responded, "I was trying to get to Wing City. Basically just got here. Heard it was a...melting pot, of sorts." he looked around at the other people in the bar, specifically the two he was talking two.

"Looks like the rumours were true-ERNOOFFENCE." he added quickly.

"But, uh, yeah...this portal thing certainly expands the horizons. Thank you."

He was unsure what to do, but just then another walked in. He observed the scene playing out. This woman who'd just arrived seemed unusually interested in helping out a stranger. unsure whether to be suspicious or just put it down to cultural differences, he decided to stand back, taking this time to look around the bar and take stock of his surroundings.

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Verror, having examined the bar's interior to his content, had a look at these three people, having their conversation. The one who'd just entered...Amy, she'd called herself, appeared a lot younger than the other two. She was having a peculiar conversation with the robed woman sitting at the booth, and seemed to acting strangely. At least, strange compared to what he was used to.

"Er...Miss..." he said nervously, addressing 'Amy', "Pardon me...it's just...you seem a bit young to be in a bar or tavern..."

At this point he was mentally hitting himself on the head for asking something that would probably cause some kind of offense. Fortunately for him, he was so tired and disorientated, it didn't show. Unfortunately, he might seem easy to manipulate.

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Character Portrait: Jakob Character Portrait: Douglas Weskit Character Portrait: Verror Esmonar Character Portrait: Crane Character Portrait: Sakura  Freyora Character Portrait: Florazel Syro Character Portrait: Livian Character Portrait: Cypher-618
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Before he could get an answer form the young woman, Verror's attention was drawn away from the conversation and towards the front door, where what appeared to be someone made of metal with one eye stumbled into the room.

Verror left the other three to their conversation to see what was going on, but after a cry for help, the stranger had already collapsed. Rushing over to them, he saw more injuries than he could count, although they didn't seem human, so it was difficult to tell how serious it was. The again, considering they'd just passed out from it, it was probably quite bad.

"This doesn't look good...Does anyone know how to help this guy?" he called out, to anyone in the bar who might hear or notice.

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Character Portrait: Jakob Character Portrait: Douglas Weskit Character Portrait: Verror Esmonar Character Portrait: Crane Character Portrait: Sakura  Freyora Character Portrait: Florazel Syro Character Portrait: Livian Character Portrait: Cypher-618
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#, as written by Marcus
It was with great displeasure that The Gentleman turned his attention to the mess that suddenly caused a scene within the tavern. Surely if had some kind of program or self repairing metal to fix itself right up or at the very least a bit of intelligence as Gambit's Bar was a poor choice to break down in.

"I can help." The Gentleman begrudgingly spoke up as he stood from his seat at the bar counter and turned to look at the wreckage and the attention it had drawn to itself. Douglas Weskit sauntered over to the machine but did not kneel down to assist the poor mechanized man. "However my services are not free and judging from what I can tell this machine will not last long without the proper tools or skills required to fix it." The Gentleman glanced over to Verror who seemed to be the most concerned patron thus far only to shake his head at the young man.

"I think you have done well enough at this point but unless you know how to fix this machine I suggest you take a step back." Douglas smirked like the devil himself only to pull up a chair next to the mangled mess of machinery and wait to see what the others in the establishment would do or ask.

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Character Portrait: Jakob Character Portrait: Douglas Weskit Character Portrait: Verror Esmonar Character Portrait: Crane Character Portrait: Sakura  Freyora Character Portrait: Drek'thul Character Portrait: Florazel Syro Character Portrait: Livian Character Portrait: Cypher-618
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#, as written by Lolcatz
Drek'thul a large humanoid wolf creature who was in the back of the bar sipping a dark ale watched the commotion in the front. Now this was entertainment he thought as he gulped down the last of his drink. he placed down a few gold coins to pay for the drink and hefted his bulk out of the booth. now it's time to go see what this commotion is. at a little over seven feet tall he towered over most occupants in the room. he looked down at the little droid thing. "I never understood how to work those things. i'm more of a sword lover myself, i mean i do carry a cannon of my own but i really don't use it." he said in a gravel tone. he then grabbed a pouch filled with various forms of currency and threw it down by the busted droid. "That bag of currency will go to whoever is willing to repair it. And if any of you get the idea to run off with it..." he hefted a large sword which slightly glowed. well, this is where the fun begins. he thought cheerfully, then circled around the room toward the door in case if someone tries to bolt with the cash.

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Character Portrait: Jakob Character Portrait: Douglas Weskit Character Portrait: Verror Esmonar Character Portrait: Crane Character Portrait: Sakura  Freyora Character Portrait: Drek'thul Character Portrait: Florazel Syro Character Portrait: Livian Character Portrait: Cypher-618
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The android, upon finishing another tune, slipped his ukulele back into it's case. He stood up from his table a decent distance away to get a better look at the commotion. The other droid seemed heavily damage, but it looked to be no worse than anything the hardened veteran had been through in the past. The android's tall, slim form stepped around the table to assist the Gentleman. Currently, he did not wear his extra armour plating. Instead, his diamond-shaped plate exoskeleton was mostly covered by a white vest and matching pants. Apparently the android developed a fashion sense sometime in the past.

He spotted the bag of cash left by the large... whatever it was. "No no," Jakob said, annoyed, and oblivious to the intention of the currency. "Those are not tools. Here, I got some." Some of the diamond-shaped plates all over the exoskeleton of his left arm shifted to reveal the interior mechanisms. From the hole, he produced a well-used set of tools. Jakob took a position directly across the table from the Gentleman who sat in a chair.

To the damaged unit, Jakob asked in a professional drawl, "Are you still able to communicate? Please relay your self-diagnosis." Any machine made in this day and age should be able to have some form of self-diagnosis system built-in. More importantly, in any machine, there were always systems that needed to be repaired before any other.

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Character Portrait: Jakob Character Portrait: Douglas Weskit Character Portrait: Verror Esmonar Character Portrait: Crane Character Portrait: Sakura  Freyora Character Portrait: Drek'thul Character Portrait: Florazel Syro Character Portrait: Livian Character Portrait: Cypher-618
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Livian jumped as the damaged machine staggered into the tavern with uneven sounds coming from him. Livian turned around to the opened door to see the beaten up sentient machine come in, scream for help before crashing onto the floor. Just as he was getting his food too. No matter, he abandoned it for now and rushed over. He was tall and lithe, standing at 7'1 foot. He went over and looked down at the single blue eye for a moment before he slowly lowered himself down at the strange mechanical being's head. He couldn't help but he put his hand out as he sat on his feet by the being and began to pet the mechanical being's head.

Looking at everyone, especially The gentleman, Douglas Weskit as he said he would help but not without pay. Livian frowned at him as he petted the machine's head before he went into his satchel still around his shoulder and took out a pouch of gold before turning back to the being and continued to try and seemingly comfort it even if it was not active as of now. When Jakob came over next, Livian looked at him for a long moment as he literally procured tools from his person then smiled at him, waving one of his slender hands at him. Livian was a small looking thing... His peculiar looks, his seemingly natural sea blue coloured hair could be confirmed by his brows and lashes. His blue eyes were so pale they made him appear blind but he was not. He never spoke, light scars on his lips perhaps raising questions. He looked back at the drone, one of his eyes covered with his hair and he covered it some what with his scarf... He was well aware he was not useful in this situation but he didn't want to be heartless and ignore the poor thing... So he stayed to be a friend to it for the mean time, sweet.

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Character Portrait: Jakob Character Portrait: Douglas Weskit Character Portrait: Verror Esmonar Character Portrait: Crane Character Portrait: Sakura  Freyora Character Portrait: Drek'thul Character Portrait: Florazel Syro Character Portrait: Livian Character Portrait: Cypher-618
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"That...that just brings the word 'mercenary' to a whole new level." Verror said disapprovingly to the stranger with the umbrella who was pulling up a chair to inspect the android.

He was just trying to find whatever currency he had on him when another person approached. For a second, Verror would have sworn it was another beserker, but then realized that the chances were they were probably not even human to begin with, let alone one from his world. The wolf-person dropped a bag of cash and threatened anyone who tried to run away with it. Also, a young man, with blue hair of all things, walked over to comfort the damaged android, also offering money to pay. Verror took a small pouch, emptied as much money as he could into it (while trying not to think about what he was going t do about food and shelter) and tossed it to where the other money was, for whoever could fix the guy.

the situation seemed to be getting only more confusing, but then the man he had spoken to briefly before came over to inspect the android. To Verror's relief, he revealed a set of tools.

Verror took a few steps back, waiting in case help was needed with any small tasks.

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Character Portrait: Jakob Character Portrait: Douglas Weskit Character Portrait: Verror Esmonar Character Portrait: Crane Character Portrait: Sakura  Freyora Character Portrait: Drek'thul Character Portrait: Florazel Syro Character Portrait: Livian Character Portrait: Cypher-618
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#, as written by Marcus
Douglas Weskit smiled as several patrons paid to see the droid fixed and even more so when Jakob came over and produced a set of tools from his own mechanical body. As for the patrons and their comments on the situation Douglas simply shut them out for now and took up a position opposite of the mechanical man.

"I am happy to know I would not need to get as dirty as I thought I would." The Gent offered his response rather quickly while removing his jacket and laying it across the back of the chair he had occupied. "If you deal with the more technical issues that the droid has I will replace and repair what will pose certain problems to its design." The Gentleman's hands began to glow as he took up the fallen machines robotic arm and began to duel channel the spell known as mend and fabricate as to replace the damaged portions with stronger fabrications while simultaneously improving the design to be stronger. Douglas had every intention of replacing the droids composite material with something stronger.

As the spell worked through the silent machinery Douglas turned his attention to the group who had disapproved of his actions only to shake his head a bit as he continued to work. "You people have no sense of tact about you. To feel for something without prior knowledge of what it is can be very dangerous. The last time I visited this bar I witnessed a man kill a shapeshifting vampire who wanted to devour the entire bar." Douglas paused for a second as he glanced at both Livian and Verror. "You know sadly he was the hero of this story but the entire patronage treated him like an outcast for saving their lives as the vampire shifted into a large hydra just outside of these walls. Just came back in with the things head severed and all the other preparations that are required to deal with such a pest. He was called a monster for what he did....the nerve, honestly now." Douglas grimaced slightly as he waited to see if the droid could respond to Jakob but then brought his attention to the large warrior who threatened to harm anyone who ran off with his form of payment.

"I am happy to say that the man I am working with now and you are the only ones who might understand how the realms truly work." The Gent grimly chuckled as he looked over Drek'thul "Once this is all over would you be willing to act as a hired sword? I am always looking for capable hands to act when and where I cannot."

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Character Portrait: Jakob Character Portrait: Douglas Weskit Character Portrait: Verror Esmonar Character Portrait: Crane Character Portrait: Sakura  Freyora Character Portrait: Drek'thul Character Portrait: Florazel Syro Character Portrait: Livian Character Portrait: Cypher-618
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Cypher's eye turned yellow as he switched on and began to run a diagnostic on himself then the light dimmed and turned blue. he then noticed he was on the floor. "oh dear, i must of fell. my power must be low from after..." the droid thought about it and something literally sparked in his head. "this is strange l cannot remember..." then he noticed all the people around him. "oh my i forgot my manners. I am Cypher-618, a deep space recon and repair droid. at your service." the droid giggled randomly. "oh it's so nice to see another living face. it's been 2,451 days since i saw another living being. why i cannot remember, for my memory unit must be compromised."