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Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Frigid Wilderness, Daka Island
Interactions: Myra @13org
Mentions:
Equipment: None

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And like that, the demon showed itself. Small, white, and lithe. Her natural camouflage was intriguing, as not being triggered by magic made her invisible to even his third eye. There was no greeting between them as he remained just as silent as she. Mostly due to Vrexen expecting her to speak first. When she tilted her head, he mimicked her but also took a good whiff of her scent too.

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"Hmmmmmmm." He mused aloud. She had the means to harm, but she did not aim to use them, at least not on him. Even when she held the advantage of being unseen, she did not. The raw meat between her teeth was proof of her capability. It was clearly torn from a larger creature as he noticed a lack of extremities on it when she removed it from her jaws. "What is this?" He was perplexed by the interaction so far. She had been stalking him, all so she could observe him?

When she offered half of the meat, he noted her caution. It was not that of a coward but as an attempt to not make herself vulnerable. She did look appetizing and bared his teeth at the thought of giving in to such a satisfying temptation.

Vrexen crouched down and moved slowly on all fours towards the bloody chunk of meat, his eyes fixed on the demoness. He gave the meat a whiff before grabbing it and taking a careful bite. It was very fresh.

"Mmmm…" He chewed and swallowed the bite. "Mother would be satisfied with our… cooperation. Yesss. I am Vrexen dear sister." He took a larger bite and chomped it down with less reluctance. His teeth tearing at the meat in his hand as he took a seat on the cold ground. Blood trickled and dripped from his hand and mouth. "Delectable. Yes. Delectable… Hmm… Dear sister, are the ones that command the darkness this way?" He tilted his head northward which was the direction to her rear.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Frigid Wilderness, Daka Island
Interactions: Myra @13org
Mentions:
Equipment: None

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"It has become colder… Ice Devils? No. Not here. Not in this plane… Why then?" The concept of the temperature dropping relative to his direction of travel seemed a bit strange for Vrexen. Too simple for a creature from the chaotic realm of the Abyss. He'd definitely need to see more of this plane and take in as many details as he was capable. It would make him a much more effective hunter.

As he moved through the forest, his nose picked up something faint. Blood and… Vrexen looked to his right and left as he moved, but saw nothing, or more so missed a detail in his poor attempt at searching. There was something with him, but he couldn't see it. No matter how he traveled or what direction he veered off in, it was there! Close enough to smell, but constantly elusive to his sight. And so, he slowed to a stop and stood upright and still. He narrowed his eyelids with his head on a swivel and his tail whipping around almost wildly.

"Demon… Show yourself, brethren, as you have no need to clash with me. Our mother wills cooperation. And so, I will grant it…"

_{"For now… I will gut you and stain the snow-covered ground in your warm blood if you test my patience…"}

It was a dark mumble from under his breath. He would keep natural hostility at bay as it was required. Vrexen promised his mother he would try, but the red-faced demon had his limits.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Private Chambers of the Political Center, Roshmi City
Interactions:
Mentions:

Equipment:

Pocket watch
Black stetson
Hunting knife
Rope
Black neckerchief
BFG 9000
Tinder box
Canteen
Matches
Two Gold nuggets
$40

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A while ago

Slick had escaped one hairy situation only to literally land in another. He blinked a few times in silence as he had gone from standing in the middle of his outdoor camp to standing inside some fancy-looking room. The only thing Slick could think this place could be was the White House… but it was clear it wasn't, especially when the pointy eared folks approached him with some awfully odd smiles. It was damn near creepy.

”Welcome, human, to the land of Avalia! My name is Roland Tyver and I greet you to our world with open arms dear sir!"

"Avala-what?" Slick squinted at the man.

"Avalia…" He spoke slowly this time. "You have been summoned to a different dimension that your kind has not seen in many years. Our people, the light elves, humbly request your aid in saving our land from the worst of the worst... Dark elves. You will soon come to realize that you are in possession of abilities that you do not have in your realm. These abili-"

"Whoa there! Stop for just… Just stop alright! Elves and dimensions… and realms! What in the hell… Wait. Is this? This is hell ain't it? Shiiit, I knew it. Hell ain't so bad looking though. No fire or brimstone here."

"This is not hell. This is…" The elf stopped when Slick raised a hand.

"Avalia. Yeah. Alright well, just go on and tell me your tale so I can beat feet to the nearest saloon." He waved the elf off. Slick really didn't have enough evidence to determine where he really was si he'd have to take the word of tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb. Never heard of a place called Avalia… Hmm maybe a dream… Or it's really hell.I don't trust 'em.

"As I was saying, you have abilities here that you wouldn't have wherever you come from. These abilities can be used to save many from those awful dark elves. We will offer training, food, and we will protect you from any harm. Then once everything is settled, we will send you back to where you came. How's that sound?" The elf looked back at another elf behind him who gave him smile and nod. Roland had stuck to the script quite splendidly it seemed. Across from them, Slick raised an eyebrow, and turned from the two as he placed a hand to his chin. He gave a few nods as if in deep contemplation before turning back around on his heel, a warm smile on his face.

"It's a deal! Free food and protection and you can count me in for sure. Actually, food would be quite nice right now. I never made breakfast on account of your magic trick or whatnot. So, Mr. Row-Land, how bout you help me to some fixins." Slick winked with a tilt of his hat.

"Oh yes, of course! Myrn, remain with the human while I get something for him to eat." Myrn simply gave a nod before Roland made his exit.

What a fine predicament I have here. One guard and a crafty sonofabitch. Slick had waited about a minute before gasping.

"Oh no… I forgot to tell the gentleman that I'm incredibly allergic to grains! Do you think you can try to warn the fella before he comes in here with somethin' that could kill me? Please, I can't even be in the same room as a grain. Makes me puff up like a darn balloon. Might even kill me." Slick pleaded with both his hands clasped together and the saddest face he could.

"Uh…" Myrn did not want to leave the human alone, but he also did not want to do harm to Slick and possibly have him lose faith in them. Family Biren would not be happy if they failed here. "Yes! I will go inform Roland. Just remain here for your safety. Please!" Myrn then hurried out, closing the door behind him.

"That was almost too easy. This definitely ain't hell. The devil ain't that stupid. Alright now... Give it a few moooore. Five. Four. Three. Two. And one. Enough time. Time to go see Avalia, the land of pointy-eared fools."

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Streets of Roshmi

Flying boats? Cat people?! Dog people?! ELEPHANT PEOPLE?! What in Sam Hill?! This place is wild! WILD! All of the confused looks Slick received were returned with twice or even three times more confusion. Culture shock could not begin to describe what he felt. His eyes were the widest they'd ever been. It was all so surreal that he speed-walked through the odd alien city, almost fearful until his eyes caught a familiar-looking sanctuary. An establishment that served man the very drink Slick needed to cope with this crazy world.

"A saloon…" He whispered with an optimistic grin. The name of the saloon appeared to be The Nest on account of the sign at the front. There were more of them weird folk, but Slick kept his imaginary blinders up so he could calmly beeline to the counter. He was face to face with a woman? He squinted at her ears and even noticed a poofy tail coming out from the small of her back. The face and the non-squirrel parts were nice, but he couldn't stop looking at the ears. "Listen, I wanna start a tab. Gimme your strongest drink. I mean it. The strongest you got."

Avalia

The Outlaw

Charlie "Slick" Walker ⋆ 27 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human

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Appearance

Height:

5'11

Weight:

180 lbs

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

[Brown (left), Gray (right)

Skin Tone:

Brown

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Beer, whiskey, whatever does the job
⋆ Earnin'
⋆ Riding a good horse
⋆ A fine lady to keep his bed warm

Dislikes:

⋆ Being ordered what to do. It doesn't hurt to ask… or beg. Still might say no.
⋆ Sitting around wasting time where there's money to be made.
⋆ Uppity folk. You know who you are.
⋆ Change

Fears:

⋆ Traveling on foot
⋆ Not being able to be free
⋆ Pretty much any large creature native to Avalia

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Slick isn't afraid to talk to anyone. He might avoid certain conversations with certain people on the account of maintaining tact, but the man is known for socializing with the likes of many folk. Selfish? That's an understatement. The man would horde his last breath of air if given the circumstance. He's kind and… he's mean too. It's all about how you treat him. Slick values respect above most things, so if he perceives you're being respectful, he'll show you the same. That or he'll trick you for being too naive. Slick could be your friend for years… and he'd still throw you down to save his own skin. Sacrifice? That's a madman's idea!

Ill-tempered? Not unless you piss him off. Calm? You keep him well fed with a decent supply of drink and he'll be as calm as anyone could be. Remember! Decent supply, not ample supply. A piss drunk Slick ain't calm. When it comes to patience, Slick can wait as long as there is something else to do. If you don't keep him occupied, well shit. He's brave when he feels he's got the upper hand. If he doesn't then it's time to beat feet and run for the hills. He isn't an anxious one, but he does get nervous when traveling long distances on foot. He feels too vulnerable to the wilds and others. Slick has a damn quick reaction speed. Don't slip.

He ain't a mastermind, but the man is mighty clever, especially if he has the resources. He'll leave you high and dry without you knowing until he's a league or two away. Charisma?! This smooth-talking man will have you wrapped around his finger so tight it'll turn purple. At least that's what he says. Funny? Unintentionally most of the time, but he loves a good laugh from another's good jokes. He's very sane… to a degree. Energy levels are moderate. Depends on the mood.

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Background

Occupation

Old Western Outlaw. That's right… but just call me a survivor. People like that a little better.

Living Immediate Family Members:

Don't want to mention it.

Dead Immediate Family Members:

After my previous reply, what do you think?

Current Companions:

Some off pointy eared folk

Current and Past Lover(s):

Why do you need to know this? You trying to bring those women here?

History: 1883. The west was probably the best place for Slick to be himself. To be truly free on the frontier. Slavery had been abolished, but despite the discrimination from time to time, the west treated him far better than what he might have experienced in the east. Besides, he wasn't really a saint, far from it to be accurate, so being mistreated was more on account of his crimes and reputation. He went from crew to crew, making all sorts of scores. Gold, cash, or even just a good time. Doing jobs as he called them, kept him alive. Not just alive as in well-fed, but it gave him such a rush to participate in such adventurous events.

He wasn't a good man, and he knew it. He was just trying to make a living and enjoy life for himself. So much that he picked up a bounty hunting gig to earn some more cash. The only issue… well it wasn't an issue for him. He had to track down some of the people he made money with. They would have done the same, right? If not, they were just fools. He was a fool too. To think he could just help the law and think his past crimes would be ignored. One early morning, while the sun was just barely poking its head from over the horizon, the law surrounded his camp. Slick didn't even have a chance to reach for his gun. He was much too hungover. This was the end. They'd hang him for sure. Well, that's what everyone thought, but ol' Slick got lucky. He got sucked right down into a portal.

"Wait what? What's a portal?"

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Combat and Magic:

Strength: 6
Speed on Land: 5
Speed in Air: 0
Magical Ability: 2
Dexterity: 7
Weapon Proficiency: 6
Stealth: 8

Ability on Avalia:

Air

Avalia

The Outlaw

Charlie "Slick" Walker ⋆ 27 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human

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Appearance

Height:

5'11

Weight:

180 lbs

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

[Brown (left), Gray (right)

Skin Tone:

Brown

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Beer, whiskey, whatever does the job
⋆ Earnin'
⋆ Riding a good horse
⋆ A fine lady to keep his bed warm

Dislikes:

⋆ Being ordered what to do. It doesn't hurt to ask… or beg. Still might say no.
⋆ Sitting around wasting time where there's money to be made.
⋆ Uppity folk. You know who you are.
⋆ Change

Fears:

⋆ Traveling on foot
⋆ Not being able to be free
⋆ Pretty much any large creature native to Avalia

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Slick isn't afraid to talk to anyone. He might avoid certain conversations with certain people on the account of maintaining tact, but the man is known for socializing with the likes of many folk. Selfish? That's an understatement. The man would horde his last breath of air if given the circumstance. He's kind and… he's mean too. It's all about how you treat him. Slick values respect above most things, so if he perceives you're being respectful, he'll show you the same. That or he'll trick you for being too naive. Slick could be your friend for years… and he'd still throw you down to save his own skin. Sacrifice? That's a madman's idea!

Ill-tempered? Not unless you piss him off. Calm? You keep him well fed with a decent supply of drink and he'll be as calm as anyone could be. Remember! Decent supply, not ample supply. A piss drunk Slick ain't calm. When it comes to patience, Slick can wait as long as there is something else to do. If you don't keep him occupied, well shit. He's brave when he feels he's got the upper hand. If he doesn't then it's time to beat feet and run for the hills. He isn't an anxious one, but he does get nervous when traveling long distances on foot. He feels too vulnerable to the wilds and others. Slick has a damn quick reaction speed. Don't slip.

He ain't a mastermind, but the man is mighty clever, especially if he has the resources. He'll leave you high and dry without you knowing until he's a league or two away. Charisma?! This smooth-talking man will have you wrapped around his finger so tight it'll turn purple. At least that's what he says. Funny? Unintentionally most of the time, but he loves a good laugh from another's good jokes. He's very sane… to a degree. Energy levels are moderate. Depends on the mood.

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Background

Occupation

Old Western Outlaw. That's right… but just call me a survivor. People like that a little better.

Living Immediate Family Members:

Don't want to mention it.

Dead Immediate Family Members:

After my previous reply, what do you think?

Current Companions:

Some off pointy eared folk

Current and Past Lover(s):

Why do you need to know this? You trying to bring those women here?

History: 1883. The west was probably the best place for Slick to be himself. To be truly free on the frontier. Slavery had been abolished, but despite the discrimination from time to time, the west treated him far better than what he might have experienced in the east. Besides, he wasn't really a saint, far from it to be accurate, so being mistreated was more on account of his crimes and reputation. He went from crew to crew, making all sorts of scores. Gold, cash, or even just a good time. Doing jobs as he called them, kept him alive. Not just alive as in well-fed, but it gave him such a rush to participate in such adventurous events.

He wasn't a good man, and he knew it. He was just trying to make a living and enjoy life for himself. So much that he picked up a bounty hunting gig to earn some more cash. The only issue… well it wasn't an issue for him. He had to track down some of the people he made money with. They would have done the same, right? If not, they were just fools. He was a fool too. To think he could just help the law and think his past crimes would be ignored. One early morning, while the sun was just barely poking its head from over the horizon, the law surrounded his camp. Slick didn't even have a chance to reach for his gun. He was much too hungover. This was the end. They'd hang him for sure. Well, that's what everyone thought, but ol' Slick got lucky. He got sucked right down into a portal.

"Wait what? What's a portal?"

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Combat and Magic:

Strength: 6
Speed on Land: 5
Speed in Air: 0
Magical Ability: 2
Dexterity: 7
Weapon Proficiency: 6
Stealth: 8

Ability on Avalia:

Air

The Energy Storm

Michael, Paige, and Floyd

Location: Michael and Floyd's Condo, San Francisco
Time: Early Morning

Paige was infuriated that she had failed to accomplish her goal of murdering Floyd & the girl thus far. It had been a truly irritating thing that had filled her with anger to not have been accomplished yet. Not only that but there were other factors from their lives that challenged their ability to continue surviving and even including those they had eluded contact with the Reaper’s scythe.

Three days had passed since she’d attempted to assassinate the both of them at the hospital in Oakland and now it was time for her to implement the final countermeasure to put an end to their lives. She had a black wig on and was dressed in some typical detective garb. She had two weapons tucked in her rear but otherwise not visible from a frontal view. Banker and Salzaras die today. Paige let a smirk crawl on her face at the thoughts of Floyd & Rita’s bodies riddled with bullets on the ground in a pool of both of those monsters' blood. She’d driven to Floyd’s residence but parked her vehicle a few blocks down. She walked over to the front door and rang the doorbell awaiting an answer. Hopefully, Floyd would come to the door then she’d pop him but if not she was prepared to do whatever it took to find and finish him today. Getting a bit impatient, she knocked a few times and rang the doorbell again.

"Coming!" A loud yet distant shout was heard from the door.

Hurry the fuck up so I can kill you, fucking junkie criminal Paige was roused with anger hearing the sound of someone saying they were coming. The voice didn’t sound like Floyd, but she knew he both consumed & sold many drugs which could explain the altered voice. After a few seconds, Michael opened the door halfway wearing a black t-shirt and basketball shorts.

"What's up?" Unfortunately for her the man that opened the door was not Floyd, one way she was able to tell immediately was that he was far more attractive.

“Oh hello.” Paige dropped the aggressiveness from her voice, wanting to play it safe for now. “I’m looking for an old friend of mine, Floyd Banker. He wouldn't happen to be here, would he?” Paige questioned doing her best not to sound like a cop and adding a tad bit of a flirtatious tone to her speech to give her civilian guise even more authenticity.

"And you are?" The last words trailed some emphasizing a need for an answer. Michael was aware Floyd had his hand in all sorts of activities, so he had to be careful about what he said to who.

Paige’s brow scrunched at the evasiveness she picked up in the tone from this mysterious handsome man’s response. So this guy’s not just eye-candy sitting around Floyd’s house, but he don’t seem like a security guard either. Still I need to play my cards right, let me think about Floyd’s files . “My name’s Lisa.” Paige chimed in with positivity that didn’t fit her character or hatred towards Floyd. She knew Lisa was someone that Floyd had relations with in the past and seeing as they shared the same ethnic appearance decided to pose as her for now. “Look here handsome Floyd knows me, just tell him I stopped by if he’s not here right now I’m visiting and I’d love to catch up with him if I can.” Paige added with a cheeky smile.

"Wait! Lisa? I'm Mike. Michael. Well maybe Floyd never mentioned me, but you're his ex, right?" Of course she was, but why was she all the way out here? "You can chill here for a bit till he gets back. Come on." Michael opened the door up to Paige with a warm smile on his face.

There we go that’s my entry Paige was happy that had worked out. So it seemed this guy was one of Floyd’s friends but perhaps not one tied into his criminal activity. Following Michael into the condo she eyed him up and down with a smile. I don’t think I’ll have too much of a problem letting him live, it’s not as if he can hurt me Paige grinned to herself and took a seat on a couch in the living room. “OH Mike you know Floyd might have mentioned you, truth be told I’m working for a modeling agency now-adays and happened to be talking to Floyd online a bit over the past few weeks, talking about old times, once I got the gig out here I wanted to drop in and surprise him. You know so much is going on in the world nowadays, it makes you re-evaluate your perspective on different things in life, including people & former relationships.” She spoke clearly referencing the altered activity, Lorizilla attack & everything else going on.

"Modeling? Wow. I can definitely see that." He complimented as he walked straight to the coffee table to remove a few odd items that cluttered it. A box of Broken and unbroken light bulbs, a solar powered calculator, and a small tea kettle. There were also a few rechargeable batteries, most having scorch marks. "Let me get this out of the way. I didn't expect company, y'know. What kind of modeling do you do?" He placed most of the things into the box as he spoke.

Paige smiled clearly happy about Mike’s compliment especially since she was taking a liking to him. “Oh thank you, I could say the same about you too, sexy.” Paige decided to let that comment off, wondering how Mike would react. Floyd was on the way back so she didn’t mind having some fun & entertaining herself. She wondered how he’d react especially since she was posing as Floyd’s ex. “Maybe Floyd didn’t tell me about you because he was scared? Ya know that you would take me?'' Paige mused playfully and gave Michael a coy look while briefly seductively licking her lips. A slight chuckle escaped him.

"Maybe." He shrugged, trying to play things cool instead of hot. Lisa wasn't dating Floyd anymore, but engaging with her in the condo the two shared where he could enter at any moment didn't sit well.

“As far as the type of modeling I do nude, it’s what pays the bills and I’ve always been a bit of exhibitionist.” Paige's words captured Michael's full attention. There was a brief silence and his facial expression was marked with intrigue. It couldn't hurt.

"Really?" He said with disingenuine wonder. Prove it.

“Oh you want proof baby.” Paige smirked, she was getting carried away, but she actually found this Michael guy attractive. Plus she was posing as Floyd’s ex not his next so did it really matter if she gave him a strip tease? Hmm naw I might be stirring up trouble I gotta be focused on teasing Floyd’s heart with shells. Paige got up and giggled before sitting back down. “Wow you don’t believe me, I don’t mind sharing but I wanna wait for Floyd if you're his friend sometimes he gets a little jealous even though we’re not together anymore.” Paige stated of course she knew he had something going on with Rita but Lisa wouldn’t have that knowledge so Paige didn’t pretend to either. Michael kept his expression even. He was kind of disappointed.

As they were speaking of Floyd, her heart suddenly skipped a beat or two as she heard knocking on the door. On the other side of the door was Floyd who’d left his key in his room when he left earlier. “Yo Mike open up, I left my key in the room bruh I wasn’t paying attention.” Floyd grumbled he had a bad habit of misplacing things and his keys were a frequent victim of this error. A victim Michael constantly had to tend to. If the keys were a person, Michael and it would have kicked Floyd out a long time ago.

"Coming!" Michael shouted before looking at Paige with . "He has some good timing. We might not have to wait." Michael chuckled as he headed to the door to let Floyd in. "Guess who's here!"

“Hurry up man sometime this year if possible.” Floyd complained even though it was his fault and own irresponsbility that led to him losing his keys in the first place. Paige seemed delighted that Floyd was here and cooed in satisfaction although her mind and thoughts were filled with excitement about realizing her murderous intent towards Floyd.

“Who the hell’s here?” Floyd asked while stepping in, not expecting any company, although he quickly felt a tingling in his head that indicated Robin’s power was manifesting. What the fuck, what’s going onFloyd wondered in fear as his eyes darted across the room before quickly spotting Paige getting up from her chair. “Fuck!! Paige?! You let her in?!”

"Huh? Paige?" Michael turned to the woman with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh don’t blame tall, dark and handsome. I lied about who I was, ya know just like you do all the time.” Paige spoke with malice in her tone as she reached for a gun tucked behind her waist. “Now you die!!!”

Floyd raised his hand and instinctively used his energy powers to unleash an electricity blast on Paige, causing the former cop to wail in pain from the flesh of her abdomen being singed as the blast flung her into the wall behind her with force that caused a loud thud & seemingly knocked her out.

"What the FUCK is happening?!"

“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!! Mike, that bitch is the cop I got fired for planting drugs in my car with my dash cam."

"Her?!" Michael pointed at Paige who appeared to be done in. "She's tried to kill… No… No no no no no no. Did we kill a cop in our FUCKING CONDO?!"

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Frigid Wilderness, Daka Island
Interactions: None
Mentions:
Equipment: None

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"Cold… wind… quiet, but not. There are… sounds. Small and careful." Everything but Vrexen's red face was shrouded in the shade of the frost-touched trees of the forest.

Daka, this is where he rose from the Abyss with the initial moments of his arrival being much of a blur. Unclothed, Vrexen's body was left vulnerable to the elements, but he would endure. Endure for her. Luckily, the overcast sky kept him from being introduced to the sun's unpleasant rays. The time would come eventually.

"North…" His third eye had him fixed in that very direction, but he had been standing in the same spot for some time now, taking in the strange world he was summoned to. The air was brisk but fresh. The dirt and dead pine needles beneath his feet were mildly comfortable. It was all so strange. His entire life presented suffering in its own shape or form. Most of the time it was blatant, so perhaps this place was more subtle with how it inflicted pain.

The problem was, he had waited for it. Awaited the suffering this world presented, but the only thing he experienced was bitter cold. For the first time in his long life, he knew what it was like to not be in the Abyss, the realm filled with layers upon layers of depravity and violence.

"A two-headed dragon of the dark… Sacrificed the world's beloved with vile hatred… Yes, I will go North." Vrexen leaped forward, his expression neutral as he moved quickly on all fours. He weaved between trees and leaped over obstacles with the fluidity of a native.

This demon had a long path to Malthemoor, where he would request an audience with the King and Queen of the Dark Elves.

6

Young Justice

Location: La Hoya
Interactions: Squad 🐝

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"Got it." Rain nodded at Daphne before talking to his squad. "Brightheart. You might be able to spot Metamorph down below investigating a stationary vehicle. I'll try to get eyes-on from my position. Everyone else, watch the factory, over."

Rain stepped out from the rock, his eyes scanning for Ja while keeping close to the rock. There.

"Squad B, Rain has eyes on Metamorph, over." Looking at Daphne, an audible sigh escaped him. "Nymph, stand up!" He ordered sharply. "This is not the time to relax. This is a mission." He failed to hold back any venom in his tone. Rain would be perfectly fine if he intimidated or scared her. In fact, to him, it was a good thing.

Avalia

The Son

Vrexen ⋆ ??? ⋆ Male ⋆ Demon

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Appearance

Height:

6ft

Weight:

195lbs

Hair Color:

Dark Gray

Eye Color:

Gold

Skin Tone:

Gray with red accents on the shoulders and thighs

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Feeding
⋆ The chase
⋆ Displays of magic

Dislikes:

⋆ Being denied
⋆ Complex ideas, people, plans, and functions
⋆ Being insulted

Fears:

⋆ Failing his kin
⋆ Losing his mind at the wrong time
⋆ Muscular females (from getting wary to completely avoiding them)
⋆ Lasting physical and mental torture

Sexuality:

Leans Heterosexual

Personality:

Most of Vrexen's conversations are either questions on things he does not understand or if he feels a conversation is necessary. He is not the best communicator, though he does speak to himself or to someone. He will mumble venomous profanities from time to time but has enough tact to not do it in front of the wrong company. The demon is willing to cooperate with others and does not mind useful company. As far as those that might be considered useless… They're not. He eats them of course.

He is driven towards his goals. One could say he is extremely selfless as he is only trying to please those he considers his kin. Anyone can be sacrificed in the process. He is neither kind or mean, keeping a generally even demeanor. Allies will assume he is unfocused and enemies will assume he may be nonhostile.

Be warned, Vrexen is an unstable individual despite whatever first impression one might perceive. His calmness is merely his attempt at holding back his extremely violent nature. Certain actions and words can push him further to having a sort of mental break. Wild and brash, but not blind to his actions. Allies should be wary of getting in his way, but his foes are the ones that should fear for their lives… If he considers you one.

There are a few things Vrexen is afraid of and they all stem from his time in the abyss. He needed to be successful in Avalia no matter the cost because returning to the Abyss would be worse than dying. If he does not hold any fear or even wariness, he can appear as being lackadaisical… when he is in his "right mind"

Basic Hunting and battle tactics are Vrexen's bread and butter. He can execute these strategies on instinct. However, more advanced strategies escape him if not explained to him. Master plans? Not in the slightest. He can think out first and second order of effects, but nothing too intricate. Sometimes his dull planning works in interesting ways.

Vrexen is not a manipulator. Not outright at least. He may approach his enemies casually, but not because he wants to fool them, but because he knows his intentions are not known yet. Why scheme against someone who doesn't even know he's their enemy. He might even become a companion if he doesn't know his OWN enemy!

Vrexen is only mentally energized during his fits of violence. Normally his voice is kept even-toned.

I will roll a 6 sided die on each post until I reach 100! That's how I will determine when Vrexen snaps!

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Background

Occupation

Colonizer

Living Immediate Family Members:

Vrexen considers Lilith to be his mother. He does have a sister named Kalrathia he openly mentions from time to time but doesn't divulge much information on her, seemingly out of fear or respect.

Current Companions:

None so far

History: "The Abyss… how should I describe it? Can I describe it? No... Maybe… Maybe."

"Everything… all things, yes. They were always changing… Wait, not all things. Her voice was constant… Love? No… yes… it was also a call to… violence. An urge. Her voice urged me. Urged us… Pain was always there too, but everything else was… different. Changing. Twisting. Vanishing. Growing. Eating. Bleeding. Thriving! Dying!"

"Ending… Starting. Yes, chaos. I was… more in the beginning, but I was less too. We all start this way. And in our violence, we grew my siblings and I. Mother's voice. Yes, she urged it. The violence. We grew but lost… ourselves. Some more than others. My sister… Nevermind her. So violent… so very violent… frighteningly violent. Agony was her desire and pleasure… I think I had a lot of that to give… She almost… No. I cannot die. No. I cannot… Yet she made me desire fading into the Abyss.

"I desired agony too. Flesh was a desire too. Flesh from the prey. Prey from the chase. I enjoy those that hide. I respect those that fight. How long did it take… How long did it take for me to become me? To grow into… this. My sister did not change like me. My face… can I remove it? Mother did not urge me to, so I continued the violence. Continued to grow. I had never seen her. I have always heard her. Always… AND THEN I MET HER!"

"She chose ME! I was chosen to rise from the Abyss in a moment of dread! Sins, grief, desperation, and turmoil paved the way of this glorious path! A two-headed dragon of the dark sacrificed the world's beloved with vile hatred! The dead fall and I rise! To find a home! To create a kingdom like the Abyss… No, not like... of… of the Abyss."

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Combat and Magic:

Abilities: Vrexen has the ability to increase his mass, growing over twice his size. The ability increases his strength, toughness, and allows him to traverse over land at a faster rate. He does lose some of his agility and dexterity due to his size. His senses are mildly sharp with his eyes adapted to see in the dark. His third eye, however, can detect magic. He cannot discern types of magic, but can identify its use or one's potential to utilize the skill.

Vrexen can also rapidly heal from wounds. This ability is passive and eats at his stamina when activated. Fatally wounding can stop him dead in his tracks, no pun intended. Just don't stick around… Some things to be noted. If Vrexen is resting, he heals at a more rapid rate. While awake and active, he heals at his normal but still rapid rate (just less than resting). If Vrexen is wounded into an unconscious state from a fatal blow, his healing is at its slowest until he gains consciousness again. His size does not affect his healing factor.

Normal Size
Strength: 7
Speed on Land: 7
Speed in Air: 0
Magical Ability: 5
Dexterity: 8
Weapon Proficiency: 1
Stealth: 5

Grown
Strength: 10
Speed on Land: 9
Speed in Air: 0
Magical Ability: 5
Dexterity: 7
Weapon Proficiency: 1
Stealth: 2

Subspecies:

Oni

Best Abilities:

Regenerative Healing - Vrexen can passively heal from wounds at a rapid rate. The speed of his healing is dependent on his level of consciousness and the severity of the wound. If inflicted with a fatal blow, Vrexen can be left seemingly lifeless for up to a few hours before even regaining consciousness.

Avalia

The Son

Vrexen ⋆ ??? ⋆ Male ⋆ Demon

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Appearance

Height:

6ft

Weight:

195lbs

Hair Color:

Dark Gray

Eye Color:

Gold

Skin Tone:

Gray with red accents on the shoulders and thighs

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Feeding
⋆ The chase
⋆ Displays of magic

Dislikes:

⋆ Being denied
⋆ Complex ideas, people, plans, and functions
⋆ Being insulted

Fears:

⋆ Failing his kin
⋆ Losing his mind at the wrong time
⋆ Muscular females (from getting wary to completely avoiding them)
⋆ Lasting physical and mental torture

Sexuality:

Leans Heterosexual

Personality:

Most of Vrexen's conversations are either questions on things he does not understand or if he feels a conversation is necessary. He is not the best communicator, though he does speak to himself or to someone. He will mumble venomous profanities from time to time but has enough tact to not do it in front of the wrong company. The demon is willing to cooperate with others and does not mind useful company. As far as those that might be considered useless… They're not. He eats them of course.

He is driven towards his goals. One could say he is extremely selfless as he is only trying to please those he considers his kin. Anyone can be sacrificed in the process. He is neither kind or mean, keeping a generally even demeanor. Allies will assume he is unfocused and enemies will assume he may be nonhostile.

Be warned, Vrexen is an unstable individual despite whatever first impression one might perceive. His calmness is merely his attempt at holding back his extremely violent nature. Certain actions and words can push him further to having a sort of mental break. Wild and brash, but not blind to his actions. Allies should be wary of getting in his way, but his foes are the ones that should fear for their lives… If he considers you one.

There are a few things Vrexen is afraid of and they all stem from his time in the abyss. He needed to be successful in Avalia no matter the cost because returning to the Abyss would be worse than dying. If he does not hold any fear or even wariness, he can appear as being lackadaisical… when he is in his "right mind"

Basic Hunting and battle tactics are Vrexen's bread and butter. He can execute these strategies on instinct. However, more advanced strategies escape him if not explained to him. Master plans? Not in the slightest. He can think out first and second order of effects, but nothing too intricate. Sometimes his dull planning works in interesting ways.

Vrexen is not a manipulator. Not outright at least. He may approach his enemies casually, but not because he wants to fool them, but because he knows his intentions are not known yet. Why scheme against someone who doesn't even know he's their enemy. He might even become a companion if he doesn't know his OWN enemy!

Vrexen is only mentally energized during his fits of violence. Normally his voice is kept even-toned.

[Small] I will roll a 6 sided die on each post until I reach 100! That's how I will determine when Vrexen snaps![/small]

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Background

Occupation

Colonizer

Living Immediate Family Members:

Vrexen considers Lilith to be his mother. He does have a sister he openly mentions from time to time but doesn't divulge much information on her, seemingly out of fear or respect.

Current Companions:

None so far

History: "The Abyss… how should I describe it? Can I describe it? No... Maybe… Maybe."

"Everything… all things, yes. They were always changing… Wait, not all things. Her voice was constant… Love? No… yes… it was also a call to… violence. An urge. Her voice urged me. Urged us… Pain was always there too, but everything else was… different. Changing. Twisting. Vanishing. Growing. Eating. Bleeding. Thriving! Dying!"

"Ending… Starting. Yes, chaos. I was… more in the beginning, but I was less too. We all start this way. And in our violence, we grew my siblings and I. Mother's voice. Yes, she urged it. The violence. We grew but lost… ourselves. Some more than others. My sister… Nevermind her. So violent… so very violent… frighteningly violent. Agony was her desire and pleasure… I think I had a lot of that to give… She almost… No. I cannot die. No. I cannot… Yet she made me desire fading into the Abyss.

"I desired agony too. Flesh was a desire too. Flesh from the prey. Prey from the chase. I enjoy those that hide. I respect those that fight. How long did it take… How long did it take for me to become me? To grow into… this. My sister did not change like me. My face… can I remove it? Mother did not urge me to, so I continued the violence. Continued to grow. I had never seen her. I have always heard her. Always… AND THEN I MET HER!"

"She chose ME! I was chosen to rise from the Abyss in a moment of dread! Sins, grief, desperation, and turmoil paved the way of this glorious path! A two-headed dragon of the dark sacrificed the world's beloved with vile hatred! The dead fall and I rise! To find a home! To create a kingdom like the Abyss… No, not like... of… of the Abyss."

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Combat and Magic:

Abilities: Vrexen has the ability to increase his mass, growing over twice his size. The ability increases his strength, toughness, and allows him to traverse over land at a faster rate. He does lose some of his agility and dexterity due to his size. His senses are mildly sharp with his eyes adapted to see in the dark. His third eye, however, can detect magic. He cannot discern types of magic, but can identify its use or one's potential to utilize the skill.

Vrexen can also rapidly heal from wounds. This ability is passive and eats at his stamina when activated. Fatally wounding can stop him dead in his tracks, no pun intended. Just don't stick around… Some things to be noted. If Vrexen is resting, he heals at a more rapid rate. While awake and active, he heals at his normal but still rapid rate (just less than resting). If Vrexen is wounded into an unconscious state from a fatal blow, his healing is at its slowest until he gains consciousness again. His size does not affect his healing factor.

Normal Size
Strength: 7
Speed on Land: 7
Speed in Air: 0
Magical Ability: 5
Dexterity: 8
Weapon Proficiency: 1
Stealth: 5

Grown
Strength: 10
Speed on Land: 9
Speed in Air: 0
Magical Ability: 5
Dexterity: 7
Weapon Proficiency: 1
Stealth: 2

Subspecies:

Oni

Best Abilities:

Regenerative Healing - Vrexen can passively heal from wounds at a rapid rate. The speed of his healing is dependent on his level of consciousness and the severity of the wound. If inflicted with a fatal blow, Vrexen can be left seemingly lifeless for up to a few hours before even regaining consciousness.