Infamous Empath

Fate of the Universe: Chosen Heroes!

As he put on some headphones connected to an mp3 player, D'ren chuckled lightly at each of the others' reactions and words directed at the small creature and the unexpected event that had unfolded before them. However, his mind was stuck on one thing that the girl named Julia had said: "...by going there it rips you apart and instantly kills you. By dying like that everyone who once knew you will forget about you like you never existed."

A surefire way to an easy redemption, he thought. The pain of life gone, and all his past deeds, or at least the memory of those deeds, erased. But his mind flitted over this notion for but a brief moment, as he then began to consider how to manipulate the situation to his advantage, should he not wish to commit quantum suicide. By remaining mostly silent, he could observe and gain loyalty from a few, and then use that loyalty against the others, ultimately taking over everything, getting his wife back from Anubis, and then... and then what?

Anger began to bubble up inside him. Sure, he was no longer in danger, thanks to this bitch, but he really did not like being controlled in this way. Sociopaths worship power, namely their own. And if he was going to be a follower, a helpless one at that, he was going to make sure those who manufactured this teleportation were issued an appropriate retribution.

But D'ren knew he had to keep his thoughts and emotions under control. It had been awhile since he had acted the psychopath to hide his true intellect. Nobody expected the psycho to outsmart them. He wondered how far he would go for that control.

As Julia moved toward the forest, D'ren made sure he stood up slowly enough to remain in the back of the pack, inconspicuous and out of sight. He assumed, though, that some of the others would easily discern this ruse, namely the angel. So he gazed at the marvelous architecture and environment, as if lost in thought and quiet appreciation. Of course, it was at this point, his unseen fallen friend mentally prodded him...

"You should kill the gnome."

D'ren eyed Julia with a smirk...

Seven Weeks Ago...

Charleston, South Carolina, USA, Earth Y-942

D'ren drove the dagger deep into the damsel's diaphragm, twisting and then thrusting again. Her eyes watered and she choked as she dropped her own weapon, a small pocket knife.

The moon shined down brightly that night, as the woman collapsed in the shadowy alley. D'ren stared down at her for a moment, watching her rasp for her last breath. When she finally died, D'ren heard clapping behind him. Without thinking, as per custom, he spun around and flung the dagger end over end at the new target, who caught it in his hand as it flew passed.

Tritus held the blade in his black-gloved hand, his black goatee curled around his amused smile. "Wow, that was..."

D'ren didn't let the cloaked, traitorous fallen angel finish his sentence, much less turn to face the mortal; D'ren charged him, aiming a powerful fist toward Tritus' skull.

After taking his dagger back, D'ren shoved Tritus up against a brick wall. "What the bloody hell do ya want, ya welching nancyboy?"

"Just to congratulate you for passing our test..." Tritus leaned closer, defiantly. "Boss."

D'ren kneed him in the gut. "'Our'?"

A 9-foot-tall man with long dark hair, large muscles, and ancient Greek armor appeared in lightning behind D'ren. The former warlord turned to face Cronus, dropping the weak-willed angel.

D'ren grinned. "You can't use your powers on me."

Samy'azaii stood by D'ren, invisible to all, as she hissed contemptuously at the Greek titan.

Cronus smirked and then laughed. "I can still beat your ass." He then slammed a massive fist into D'ren's face.

Blood spurted from D'ren's lip as it busted open and he stumbled back into the wall, which had previously had Tritus as company. He giggled maniacally and then D'ren ducked the next punch and Cronus' fist smashed through the wall as if it were made of foam. D'ren rolled down the alley toward Tritus. As the angel reached for the sword on his belt, D'ren leaped up and mercilessly stuck him in the throat with the Osiris dagger.

Tritus' flesh began to disintegrate into ash. By the time D'ren had turned to face Cronus again, Tritus had crumbled into nothing. However, as Cronus and D'ren exchanged blows, another god appeared behind the mortal. This one also had Greek armor, but more of it. He also had a red Spartan cape and carried a Spartan Xiphos short sword.

As Ares approached D'ren, Cronus had knocked the Irishman down. D'ren turned and tried to crawl over to his knife, which had been knocked from his grasp. Ares stepped on the blade and plunged his own down into D'ren's shoulder.

D'ren let out an agonized scream.

Ares boomed, "You will submit to your betters, human!"

Through the pain, D'ren forced out a mocking laugh. "Like hell."

At this response, both Greek immortals raised their weapons. D'ren reached over and grabbed the pocket knife that Cronus' late assassin had dropped. When he stabbed Ares through the strap on his sandal, the god of war laughed at him.

"Did you really think a little thing like that could penetrate my flesh?" Ares asked, having to restrain himself from executing the killing blow.

D'ren lowered his face into the pavement and shook his head. "Nah, mate, I just needed to distract ya for a second."

Samy'azaii full-on possessed D'ren, giving him superhuman strength, and yellow-green eyes. He raised his hand from under the god's foot, holding the Osiris dagger, and plunged it deep into the tendon on the back of his heel.

D'ren and Samy said, "Achilles sends his regards!"

Cronus broke his spear over D'ren's head as he tried to knock him down again. Samy left D'ren's body now, and D'ren caught the part of the broken spear that had fallen toward the ground and plunged it into Cronus' heart. D'ren then turned and punched Ares in the jaw, knocking his Spartan helmet off his head.

"How dare you?!" cried Ares in pain and disbelief.

"Like this?" answered the mortal as he lowered his dagger and thrust it at Ares' genitals.

Ares tried to block with his sword, but D'ren caught his arm and the blade went to the target. In even greater pain now, Ares' much stronger arm knocked D'ren back. However, the death blow had been dealt.

D'ren wiped his bleeding nose and mouth as he watched, with a sadistic pleasure, both Cronus and Ares die.

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe [Always Open!]

That's not funny, Levi thought about her Boba Fett pun.

He replied, "I'm Levi McLeod." He sighed and went to sit at the bar, head in his hands.

Levi really did not want to talk to a drunk. He stared off into space for a moment until his companion sat beside him, also staring off into space.

Yylya whispered something about the woman called Sandra, but Levi didn't care.

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe [Always Open!]

@Pseudo Stygian

Name: D'ren
Alias: The Infamous
Species: Human
Age: 38
Occupation: Dimension-invading warlord from hell
Appearance:

Casual D'ren

Creepy

Possessed by Samy

Samy'azaii (Samy); and yes that's Aubrey Plaza from Parks and Rec

D'ren and Samy are friends

Personality: D'ren is a hedonistic sociopath; he cares for nobody and nothing, save for power and his own pleasure. His major vices are pride, wrath, and lust. He has very few redeeming qualities, however, he has a strange weakness for chivalry toward females that are loyal to him. As a sociopath, D'ren does not experience strong positive emotions such as remorse, sadness, empathy, or compassion. Rage, however, is one strong emotion he is capable of feeling, though it is usually momentary and calmed if he feels like he is in control.

History: [ABRIDGED VERSION] Lost his family when he was a teen; unbeknownst to him, became stalked by a fallen angel which will forever influence him (Samy'azaii); became a hell-lord's (Dagon) apprentice in a realm called Malevora; took the third throne of the hell realm beside his hell-lord mentor, becoming the first and only mortal ruler of a hell realm; conquered many worlds and civilizations; enslaved many species, one of which issued him his infamous nickname (The Infamous) and facial scar; a slave uprising caused his exile; returned with a vengeance and way more powers/armies to retake his throne; banished his hell-lord mentor; caused a civil war in hell (he and Hades VS Baal, Anubis, Moloch, and Lucifer; Hel remained neutral); won said civil war, at a huge cost; ruled all of hell except Baal's realm; was betrayed by those closest to him (moon goddess/vampire Selune) and left the realm as it crumbled into nothing; met and fought his good doppelganger from another reality (Elijah Abdiel McDonnell AKA the Defender of Reality); joined said doppelganger's organization (Reality Defense Knights) when he fell in love (with the immortal Arien), and a bigger baddy (dont remember who it was) threatened to destroy everything; had a baby (Celeste) with his wife and sent said baby to live in another dimension where time moves faster, so she could be safe from evil; D'ren continues to fight evil, reluctantly, with his double's group of reality defenders; helps heaven in a war with hell; is reunited with his now-teen punk daughter; wife and daughter are killed by the god Moloch, with the help of Cronus, Baal, and Anubis; goes to hell to kill Moloch, Anubis, Baal...; Reality Defenders arrest him and puts him into inescapable prison called NightScape, in the Abyss of hell; escapes; for once and for all, kills Baal and retakes his throne in hell, only answering to Lucifer...

Powers: Has 100 individual abilities/powers, due to the Dagon Cube, a device that steals and copies powers from anyone in his realm.
Weapons: The Osiris Dagger (kills anything, like Ruby's knife in SPN), Colt .45 1911 handgun(s), scimitar, knuckle-duster, revolver.
Other: Due to his fallen angel stalker, D'ren cannot be harmed (and rarely affected) by dark supernatural magic and otherworldly powers; this helps him defeat super-powered gods.

How did you get here?: The WorldWeaver sent an Author's Ambassador in the form of his guardian angel Samy and tricked him into trying to conquer this realm (he will find it impossible).

Brief description of the world your character came from:

He spent most of his adult life in Malevora (16 - 28, then 30 - 38), a realm everyone believed was an underworld of hell. It was not until he returned for the last time, when he was 36, that he discovered that the now-dystopic, steampunk-like world was actually - and had always been - Earth, circa 3000 AD, after an apocalypse it never recovered from.

Like hell, Malevora is the native home to a race of reptilian demons called the Skaar. There is a bittersweet rivalry between the Skaar and the Malevoran humans, who claim they were the first inhabitants of the realm. Go figure. The humans, of course, are correct, but neither side really knows their history (since Baal had erased every mention of it being Earth from all databases and libraries), so their claims are based solely on the fact that they really really want to be the native-born race of the land. However, the Skaar and the humans have been known to work together, especially when the lower caste conspired with a few goddesses to banish The Infamous from Malevora the first time.

The sky is perpetually gray and brown with massive rolling clouds, and there is rarely a day that goes by where there is not a storm that encompasses the majority of the realm. This is a truly terrifying and dangerous place to live.

Small group?

do you have any pre-made characters youre itching to play with? alternatively, we can make some up? im fine either way. ive been toying with this idea of GMing an RP in which a bunch of OCs interact in a white void, to prevent that pesky thing known as plot from getting in the way of good character development and dialogue. :P

Hellion Exiles

Heroes and Halfwits is the best DnD series ever.

i may be slightly biased.

Acquisitions Inc. is good too.

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe [Always Open!]

Levi sat in a dark corner and observed the patrons as he took a sip from his frothy beer. And immediately spit it out. "Why do people drink this crap?"

Yylya sat in a chair beside him, glancing around slowly, as if she was bored. "I dunno," was her irreverent response.

Levi nearly dropped his beer and dove under the table when the universe exploded, the first time since he'd been there. His eyes watered and he cleared his throat, looking around at anyone who may have noticed his shock. He casually wiped the spilled beer off his jacket sleeve.

A couple of individuals chatting at the bar caught Levi's attention, and he noticed the male's awkwardness. "If only it worked that well in real life."

"The WorldWeaver is frustrated," the Author's Ambassador told Levi, finally looking at him again. "You should go talk to people before he sends in The Infamous."

Levi's eyes widened. He set down his mostly-untouched glass of brown on the small round table between he and his companion. "He wants to send D'ren here? He'll blow the place up for the sheer enjoyment of it!"

"No he won't," Yylya sighed. "John's writer controls the Restaurant, and besides, that would be cliche and stereotypical."

"The Infamous is a very cliche and stereotypical villain!!!" screamed Levi.

A few patrons a couple meters away turned, screwing their faces up in the most obvious attempt to tell him to be a little quieter without actually having to verbalize it.

Levi nervously ran his hands up and down his thighs, which were, ironically, clad in black Levi-Strauss jeans. He shook his head in disbelief. "This is crazy," he mumbled. "Your boss is a sick, sick man!"

He stood up and inhaled deeply, forcing the knot in his throat to go back down into his stomach where it belonged.

Yylya grinned. "Go on. Socialize."

Levi gulped before walking over to @Lady Selune an armored woman sitting at the bar. "Greetings," he said. "I'm supposed to do this experiment for this artsy megalomaniac with an unhealthy obsession for nicknames, so...do you want to talk?" He threw his hands up, gesturing to the finality of particles that were slowly fading away from view through the windows. "I mean, nothing matters anyway, we may as well get to know each other...I guess." He shrugged.

Let's Get Dark!

hello.

You rent a shared apartment, and when you go in for the first time, the profile pic above is your new roomate

*turns around and leaves*

Space Pirates!!!

that doesnt look creepy at all...

Space Pirates!!!

@Cathehe you havent read my IC posts...