Height: 6' 6"
Angor wear a voluminous black hooded cloak. On his chest, arms, and thighs he wears numerous belts and straps, many of which hold his smaller weapons. He wears a leather glove on his left hand, and on his right, a clawed, spiked metal gauntlet. The toes of his boots are also capped with metal.
Although Angor's body is skeletal, the only place this is visible is his face, the rest of his body being covered by his black clothing.
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Angor
A powerful undead assassin who feeds on the physical and emotional pain of others.
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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Ogulus, as played by TheNoremac42
Description
Personality
Angor is usually calm and calculating, almost never getting excited about anything. However, if he see's someone he cares for being mistreated, he can fly into an almost animalistic rage. He is not inclined to be friendly or joyful, at least not outwardly. He seems to abhor killing, and yet crave it at the same time. It is quite possible that he is mentally unstable.
Equipment
Angor carries many different tools of death, including:
Twin short-blades, each with a blade about a foot and a half long.
A specialized poison that paralyzes the limbs, yet leaves the victim conscious.
Throwing darts, which contain this poison.
Throwing knives.
A small single handed crossbow.
And, as a last resort, Angor can use the razor sharp claws on his gauntlet as deadly weapons.
Angor also has access to elemental powers.
History
What and who Angor was before, not even he remembers. Cursed to feed off others pain in order to survive, Angor has worked as a mercenary, assassin, and many other professions involving killing. Ironically, this has caused him almost as much torment as it has his victims. Almost...
So begins...
Angor's Story
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Angor opened the door to the bar and stepped inside. He glanced around. A powerful looking cybernetic figure stood near one end of the room.
"Useless. Machines feel nothing," he thought. Near to the machine was a woman wearing some sort of strange armor, carrying various guns.
"Likely a soldier. Well trained. Too risky."
Then his attention was drawn toward a woman standing near a massive dragonborn warrior. She was, judging by appearances, an average human.
"Perfect."
He sat down in an empty booth where he could observe her more comfortably.
"Useless. Machines feel nothing," he thought. Near to the machine was a woman wearing some sort of strange armor, carrying various guns.
"Likely a soldier. Well trained. Too risky."
Then his attention was drawn toward a woman standing near a massive dragonborn warrior. She was, judging by appearances, an average human.
"Perfect."
He sat down in an empty booth where he could observe her more comfortably.
Angor's focus had been altered. The female soldier had shed her armor, leaving herself vulnerable.
"Why would she do that? Is she naive enough to be unaware of the threats in the room? Or does she not consider them to be threats at all?"
Whichever reason it was, he reasoned that she could most likely be paralyzed with a single poisoned arrow. He drew his crossbow, checking that it was properly loaded. Just in case.
He imagined what her screams of pain would sound like. Delicious...
"Why would she do that? Is she naive enough to be unaware of the threats in the room? Or does she not consider them to be threats at all?"
Whichever reason it was, he reasoned that she could most likely be paralyzed with a single poisoned arrow. He drew his crossbow, checking that it was properly loaded. Just in case.
He imagined what her screams of pain would sound like. Delicious...
Angor studied Anna's face, noting the lack of fear in her eyes.
"You have strange ideas. Why kill you? I have no choice but to kill, if not you, than someone else. It is something I must do, if I wish to remain."
"You have strange ideas. Why kill you? I have no choice but to kill, if not you, than someone else. It is something I must do, if I wish to remain."
Angor was closer to being impressed than he had been for some time.
"She actually fooled me. I was right before. Taking her would be too risky."
Examining her rifle, he nodded approvingly.
"It is impressive. Not sure it would suit me though. I prefer the quiet approach."
"She actually fooled me. I was right before. Taking her would be too risky."
Examining her rifle, he nodded approvingly.
"It is impressive. Not sure it would suit me though. I prefer the quiet approach."
The setting changes from gambits-bar to Mjötviðr; The Realms
As Angor watched Anna walk away, he pondered her last statement. It sounded as if she had been taunting him. If this were the case, then she apparently did not consider him to be a danger to her. She was obviously confident in her own skills.
"Taking her would be risky."
Angor smiled inwardly.
"But some things are worth any risk."
"Taking her would be risky."
Angor smiled inwardly.
"But some things are worth any risk."
The setting changes from the-realms to Gambit's Bar
As Angor watched Anna walk away, he pondered her last statement. It sounded as if she had been taunting him. If this were the case, then she apparently did not consider him to be a danger to her. She was obviously confident in her own skills.
"Taking her would be risky."
Angor smiled inwardly.
"But some things are worth any risk."
"Taking her would be risky."
Angor smiled inwardly.
"But some things are worth any risk."
Angor returned his attention to his original focus, Kiara Matla. Taking out one of his knives, he twirled it idly in his hand while he watched her.
Watched... and waited...
Watched... and waited...
Angor looked Cain, contemplated lodging a throwing knife in his menu, then thought better of it. He turned his attention toward Kyley, who appeared to be lost in thought. He laughed quietly.
"I wonder how those legs would look with holes in them," he thought.
"I wonder how those legs would look with holes in them," he thought.
Angor drew his crossbow and laid it on the table, but didn't let go of it. He kept watching the demon.
Angor lifted his crossbow and held it ready. The demon's comment concerning Anna's gun had aroused his curiosity. He chanted softly to himself, infusing his crossbow-bolt with energies of pure flame. Just... in... case...
Angor watched the demon leave. He felt slightly disappointed that a fight had not started, but he wasn't worried. There would be other opportunities.
Angor was finally ready to take action. Unloading the fire bolt from his crossbow, he slammed it point-first into the table, all the while chanting to himself. Instantly a fiery sigil appeared around the point where the bolt had struck. Nodding in satisfaction, he rose and headed for the door.
The setting changes from gambits-bar to Mjötviðr; The Realms
Angor shook his head, amused at Alix's reaction. The flames would prove difficult to extinguish, but they were no longer needed. The sigil was in place. He opened the door and stepped out.
The setting changes from the-realms to Dead End
Angor stood calmly in the dead end, taking in the foul aroma. Using one of his knives, he began to carve a sigil into the wall, chanting softly. Once he was finished, he touched his finger to it's center. The sigil immediately became pitch black, and began to 'bleed' an inky black fluid, which dripped down the wall. Angor walked away, toward Main Street. He had work to do.
The setting changes from dead-end to Main Street
Angor arrived on main street and took a moment to observe his surroundings. Then he drew one of his swords and stabbed it into the sidewalk. The ground around the point impact cracked, the cracks forming a sigil, identical to the first two Angor had made. The area around the sigil began to freeze, frost forming as the temperature dropped rapidly. Angor watched for a moment then moved on. His work was not yet done. After all, chaos wasn't going to create itself.
“
*feels a slight tremor of energy*
”
Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
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