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Zenoch "Z" Apollyon

Fox demon, rebelling against her kind as the last of a royal bloodline.

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

Description

Name: Zenoch "Z" Apollyon

Personality: Zenoch, or "Z" as she has been named, is the last of her bloodline, and her clan. As such, she is extremely closed off, bitter and cold. She is flirtatious and sarcastic when extremely tired, but is gentlemanly the rest of the time. She is quick to turn, however, and isn't one to back off from a verbal fight. She prefers to sit in the shadows and watch, as she is physically weak. Her magical and mental capabilities are much stronger, and she has a wisdom beyond her apparent age. On the inside, Z is lonely, and she is depressed. Befriending her is hard, but pays off as she is protective and warm to those she loves.

Physical Description: Zenoch has black hair, framing her pale face. Her eyes are red, whose shade change ranges from a bright glow to a dull wine color depending on mood. She wears all blacks and grays, mainly a black cloak with hood and cape. She lacks the thick, hard "Shell" around her three hearts, leaving her not only vulnerable but leads to the coughing up of blood and flesh.
She also has three fox forms, one a regular size, the second about the size of a small horse, the third with legs the size of an adult.

Weapon of Choice: Words, mostly, but in a battle she uses her claws, teeth and magic, in any form. If she must use a weapon she uses small daggers or crossbows.

Special Attributes: She is immortal, in a sense. She cannot succumb to illness or age. Poisons do not work, but cutting out then burning all of her hearts will kill her. The lack of shell around her hearts makes this easily done. If all but one of her hearts are destroyed, she will start to regenerate from that heart at a slow pace, full regeneration at the average time of 4-8 months, not including the training and rehabilitation needed to fully recover.

Story: As a young girl, she was warm and fun-loving. But then, her family was massacred leaving her alone and lost. Taken in by a mortal family, she was hidden away and protected. Lonely, she snuck out to make friends with a child, only to be chased away and attacked. Returning home, she unknowingly led a mob bent on killing her. Her instincts kicked in and she completely lost control, killing her adopted family in the crossfire. When she awakened and realized this, she ran off, a white fox mask hiding her identity, roaming the lands gathering riddles and causing havoc. She settled down, giving advice to whoever wished it. Once found out again, she fled, vowing to never stay in one place too long. After years of that life, Zenoch hardened into the person she is today.

So begins...

Zenoch "Z" Apollyon's Story

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Z groaned, not unlike the pile of metal she had slept upon, as she rolled off of last night's bed. Rubbing her eyes, she hopped onto the ground with a soft thump

She passed what was left of the fight last night. Rusty stains that were not rust, newly scorched metal blending in with the old, thick claw marks that could almost be from swords, sword marks that could've been from claws and a single crossbow bolt, imbedded in the skeleton of an old ship.

The previous night was the first sleep she'd gotten in months. And so, nine hours, many sleep-deprived remarks, and some not-so-thought out flirts ago, she got into a fight. Two big, burly men who were half angry at flirts directed at their girlfriends, half confused at the very same flirts directed at them, had dragged her away, beating her like a sack of potatoes. They probably thought her dead, but she was just so hard to kill if you didn't know what she was. Rubbing her back, Zenoch made a mental note not to get in fights. She also noted the sound of approaching footsteps as she backed into the shadows.

She could just not fight, she could be peaceful.

But that was just sooooo hard.

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As the lights switched on, the paranoia that welled up in Russian dissipated as quickly as it came. Maybe it was the warming aura of the light? Oh who was he kidding, it was now because he could now see more than a few feet in front of him. If he can see an enemy coming from a longer distance then he had no fear because he could easily gun them down before they even got close enough.

While he was thinking, Daisy told them that she was going to search some crates while they get the blast doors. Since Rei told him he could hack the next thing he leaped next to the door and pulled out a strange device that was attached to his arm. "Now lets see what type of security this door has..." Mumbling to himself, a hologram floated about his device and he gave a small whistle. "Military grade security, must be some good loot in there to be locked tight by a blast door. I can get it open in no time." He then began to furiously move his fingers all over the holographic display, and in just half a minute the door clicked but did not open. "And like magic, the door is unlocked. But now its time to find out what Daisy found!" He exclaimed before going into the room where Daisy had gone into to open the crates, curious about the mineral she found.

Entering the room, he moved to where the others had gathered and peered into the box. It was definitely a mineral, but he had never seen this type of mineral before. "I say we take it with us, might be valuable, or durable enough to make some type of armor with it."

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Clearly not paying complete attention, Daisy scooped her hand into the crate and dug out one of the aforementioned minerals. As she weighed it in her hand, she gave one wry smirk at Seth, "Maybe it is slow acting..." nonetheless she continued her examination. It was really rather light, but appeared hard and dense. Yet the weight did not correspond to the actual knowledge she had. The one she had in her hands, gripping tightly was almost very dark purple. whereas others inside were brighter. Including some being magenta. It came across less carbon-based and more like quartz.

As she examined the rock, her perspiration was so plentiful it suddenly slipped out of her grasp. Quickly she tried to catch it, half-juggling before it finally fell. The woman assumed there would be a crash and covered her eyes. Instead it merely fell. No damage, nothing. Picking it back up sheepishly, she resumed her examination after rubbing her hands over her suit. Not as fragile, but still sharing characteristics of it. Being she had no prior knowledge to actual Geology she could only make empty guesses based on what she knew, and what her eyes saw.

Regarding the one in her hand she decided to try something, but first replied to Russ, "It certainly appears hardy and capable of handling any abuse, but let's see what happens when I do fire at it." not awaiting an answer she started the process.

Carefully she placed it upon an un-open crate, switched the mode of her shotgun to shorter radius and fired once. The blast did nothing to the rock, but damaged the lid. In fact the blast had not even left a heat burn upon it facets. Puzzled she stared over it before pulling away.

Once more she tried again, aiming carefully, and watching, the beam appeared to pass through it, but not tarnish or fracture it's appearance. In fact the very rock appeared to have temporarily displaced itself when anything could damage it. Strange, but not impossible to imagine. Though, considering how light it was, it could in theory make very good armour, although how did it actually work?

Shrugging she then approached fresh crate, and fired again, destroying the lid and this time discovering weapons, but none she could name or even comprehend, "Oi, everyone there is some freaky-looking weapons here. Nothing I seen on the markets, not even Aschen tech looks this fucking strange..." drawing one up, she examined this, while awaiting the door to be opened.

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"Woah, go easy on the throttle there Dias!" Rei complained, her ears ringing from the second gun blast. "Don't blow us all to hell and back with that thing." She continued to complain as she walked over to observe the contents of the open crates. "Weapons and... purple moon rocks. The weapons are probably worth something, but the rocks look worthless." Rei remarked picking up one of the many purple hued minerals present in the crate. "What the hell were they doing with these anyway?"

The minerals weren't exactly normal fare for a space station, even one that acted as a refuel stop and small trade hub. "I say we figure out what these weapons do before putting them on the market." Rei said as she picked up one of the weapons from the crate, dusting off the soft organic packing that had cradled them for the past however many years. "While I enjoy a double cross as much as the next one of us, I don't like business problems."

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"Aye stunad!" Seth jumped as Daisy blasted the top off a crate right behind him. "Guarda dove cazzo sei riprese che cosa!" He shook his head and hands quickly, almost comically, in a full body motion as he took a few steps to the side. He began to laugh a bit at himself as Rei took one of the strange weapons out of the crate. He wasn't sure if he wanted much to do with selling weapons, that kind of thing never seemed to end well, but if he was honest neither did deep space scavenging if the movies were any indication.

"Well if we could find out what they do with out shooting them anywhere near my ass, that would be great." he laughed again, but still decided to talk a bit of a walk further away, his nerves were still going and he didn't want to start hearing voices, he had been doing good for a long time.

He wandered a bit, looking at labels, some he could read, many he couldn't, he stuck a few things that looked valuable in a pouch, and a couple of things that simply interested him. He noticed a couple of areas where the lights hadn't come on, various crates and boxes were stacked about. He decided to open a couple for himself, though he planned on not using a firearm to do it. As he approached one he had a strange feeling, like he heard something, or saw something.

"You've watched to many movies Seth..." He reassured himself, "Nothing has been living on this hunk for years." He continued towards the box removing a pry bar from a satchel.

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"That that is one tough rock, I call dibs on one!" Russian exclaimed as he grabbed on of the strange metals and shoved it into his bag. Well looks like they are having some luck, first they find some strange metals that seem to outright resist conventional firearms to the point that not even the blast marks were left, but now... "There is also a crate of weapons? Man things are getting good!" He spoke yet again as he walked over to the crate and began to examine the weapons.

They were definitely old with dust covering each one of them, he was interested. Depending on how powerful they were he could use it in the future, maybe even use the weapon as a blueprint for another weapon. Whatever the case he took out one of the weapons, dusted it off, then checked the clip for the ammo it used. The weapon he held in his hand was definitely a rifle in design, and the clip he held was glowing green. Curious about what it fired he slammed the clip back into the gun at took aim at a piece of scrap metal on the floor and took aim through the weapons scope. The scope was advanced indeed, it began to track the other around him and what type of armour they wore. 'Pretty advanced weapon if you ask me, still curious to know why they why they abbandoned crates of these weapons." He then pulled the trigger of the rifle, launching a ball of green plasma at the metal melting it almost instantly. "Looks like this weapon I have fires plasma, not a fan of energy weapons but this will be useful nonetheless."

After testing out his weapon he began to look at more of the crates scattered around the room, looking at labels for anything that interested him.

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When the moronic galoot fired the gun and completely melted the panel, she almost face-palmed.

Glancing back at the door she glared rather annoyed, "Oi Russ the door is still shut, until that Control Room is open we can't do anything so stop playing with your toys and instead get that blasted door to open up. I promise once you do I can check the crew's manifest as well equipment and item manifests. Then we can find out a lot of big questions." pointing towards the door with scowl on her face she shivered, the heating was still not on, perhaps she could, maybe?

It would at least be something useful with that she approached the box she had used to operate the lights and began to try and understand them, commenting quietly to herself as she did. Nothing too extreme nonetheless the heating seem to be controlled via vents and something had blocked them or jammed them, still maybe with some tinkering, perhaps that could provide certain answers? Sighing she carefully coordinated her fingers over the electronic components and screen in front of her, it did show something blocking those vents, "Guys, don't know what it is, but until we get into the control room there will be no heat. Because for some reason the vents that provide heat are jammed, and it seems to be effecting multiply areas of the space station. In the control room I could perhaps completely run a process to clear everything. Though I am still unsure what could be blocking them, these vents are pretty damn sophisicated tech." pausing she took a breath running her hands through her hair in frustration "Rei you recognize any of the tech from this small panel? It shows layout of the vents and all the areas blocked, there is no real pattern."