"-Dead Silence-"
Mongrel
Species: Reanimated Corpse.
Gender: Male.
Nationality: Viking.
Full Name: Unknown
Age: 300 Years.
Height: 6'4'.
Weight: 270 Lbs.
Eye Color: Glowing Light Blue.
Hair Color: Grey.
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Mongrel
"Once a proud warrior, he was tainted by a Necromancer's darkness, and will never make his way to Valhalla"
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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by NotAFlyingToy, as played by Dr. Nikolai
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Description
Personality
Mongrel's personality is full of anger and rage, because of his history, and he will not hesitate to use Kolgrima to show you why you don't engage in combat, or anger a Viking. He does have his easy going moments, such as when he is full of a good Alcohol, and will become a buddy, if you buy him Alcohol. He loves to drink, and believes it can help him forget his past, and move on with his life, but this is only an illusion, which saddens him after he is sober again. He does believe that woman do deserve respect when they show fierceness, and not weakness, so if you approach him acting like a tiny weakling, he will treat you like it.
But if you act like a warrior! He will treat you like one, and make sure you are well fed, and full of the greatest kind of Alcohol that he can give you. He will make sure that always happens. He does have the moments that he is full of sadness, but makes sure that he doesn't have those moments too often, and fills himself with alcohol.
He does not believe in violence against children, and becomes very soft around children, becoming like a huge teddy bear and treating them with great kindness. He even goes so far to let them touch Kolgrima, and feel the cold steel of the blade. He also does not believe in violence against woman that do not deserve it, and treats them with great respect.
Equipment
Mongrel has not a need for many personal belonging's, as he was taught only to carry a single weapon, and his armor. His one weapon is like his kin, and he treats it with more respect than he would any person he ever met. Viking's are brought up to respect their weapons and kin with greatness, and he does so with honor, whatever honor he has left. His weapon is cleaned daily and he sharpens it every day, there are no if's or but's for this, he will drop whatever he is doing and sharpen the weapon, or clean it.
Kolgrima
-His weapon is named Kolgrima, and it is a battle axe, that he keeps near him at all times, he has great ability with this weapon, and can cut a man in half with no faults at all. He believes that if the weapon is covered in the blood of his enemy, it will become stronger, and in turn, make him have more belief in his weapon's ability to decimate. His weapon also has the ability, if covered in another Necromancer's blood, or Undead in general, can transfer their life force into his own body, to strengthen him, and his Necromancer abilities.
He has a darker side of him that he does not like to show, as he is not too proud of what he can do. He can use the Necromancer's abilities to his advantage, such as using Kolgrima to strengthen him, but that happens without him knowing. He can raise the Undead, but does not do so often unless he needs to do so, even then he does not do it very often. He also punishes himself for doing so, as it makes him think he is getting further and further away from his humanity, and is destroying his honor.
History
Mongrel lived as a warrior, who fought for his land, and his own, making sure that he did so with honor. He never killed kids, and if he found them, he would raise them to be strong warriors like himself. He knew that he was going to go to Valhalla because of his life, he lived a good one. He was involved in a fight that had a Necromancer, a very naive, but powerful one. Mongrel's allies were getting overwhelmed by the undead forces, and every time one of Mongrel's allies were slain, they would rise up to fight Mongrel and the living. Eventually it ended with Mongrel being the last human left in the fight, and he was surrounded on all ends, fighting off his former comrades sorrowfully. He decided that he wanted to go out with the Necromancer, and make him pay for what he did.
He did not expect what was to happen next.........
He did successfully attack the Necromancer, and injure him severely but during that, he was wounded mortally. He knew he had done a good job, and lived a good life and was ready to go to Valhalla. Unfortunately, the Necromancer had other plans, and ripped his soul out of his body, and placed it into a corpse, reanimating it, thinking that Mongrel would be a strong leader for his Undead forces. He did serve the Necromancer for quite a long time, before one day, the Necromancer had a moment of weakness, and Mongrel came to his senses, and took out all the rage he had in his body out on the Necromancer, the man screaming for his life, that Mongrel was his dog, and his servant before Mongrel tore into his body, overcome by the rage and a hunger he did not now, and consumed the flesh of the man. When he was done, he made his way out of the Necromancer's hideout, and set off to try to make his way to Valhalla. In the process, he learned that he now had the power of the Necromancer, but it was small to begin with, as he had to learn how to harness it.
He knows that in his heart, he can never go to Valhalla for his honor has been tarnished by the things he has done in his Existence as the Necromancer's Hound. He now just wishes for it all to be over, but has a purpose of making sure no one has to go through what he went through at the hands of the Necromancer.
So begins...
Mongrel's Story
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His ears started to have a sharp pain as the shriek pierced through the silent pub. He made an audible groan as he lifted his head up from looking down in the back of the pub. He then observed the creature entering the pub, and narrowed his eyes under his helmet. He did not like the looks of this creature, but he did not pass his judgement yet, he needed proof before he did so. He looked over in the booth, and gripped Kolgrima tightly before nodding his head slowly. He rose from the booth, his bulky figure moving with a fluid motion. It was odd that such a large figure could move that quick.
He stood up fully, and looked over the creature, and took in the smells of it, and quickly recognized the stench of decay, as his own figure was decaying as he thought. His body was always decaying but slowly. He then took in the smell of blood, and took in the smell, he surprisingly enjoyed the smell, which many people wouldn't. He knew of it from past battles in his existence.
He took steps towards the figure, and observed the cleavers in it's grasp, and nodded his head again. He did like the looks of the weapons, as he could appreciate a good weapon, as he had Kolgrima, a fine battle axe. He then raised his head up to the creature.
"I doubt you speak English creature but It would be enjoyable if you did, I would like to compliment your choice in weapon, as it looks like a fine choice, the cutting edge of it could easily tear an unarmored foe in half quickly. I would request though, if you would like to drink, that is if you can. I think it would be beneficial to you, getting some alcohol in your system" he said in a deep, unwavering voice. He did not fear this creature like the ones in the bar, as he had seen creatures like this before in his travels from his homeland. He waited for the creature's response, silently taking in facts of the creature, wondering what exactly it was, and how it got it's hands on such a well made weapon.
He stood up fully, and looked over the creature, and took in the smells of it, and quickly recognized the stench of decay, as his own figure was decaying as he thought. His body was always decaying but slowly. He then took in the smell of blood, and took in the smell, he surprisingly enjoyed the smell, which many people wouldn't. He knew of it from past battles in his existence.
He took steps towards the figure, and observed the cleavers in it's grasp, and nodded his head again. He did like the looks of the weapons, as he could appreciate a good weapon, as he had Kolgrima, a fine battle axe. He then raised his head up to the creature.
"I doubt you speak English creature but It would be enjoyable if you did, I would like to compliment your choice in weapon, as it looks like a fine choice, the cutting edge of it could easily tear an unarmored foe in half quickly. I would request though, if you would like to drink, that is if you can. I think it would be beneficial to you, getting some alcohol in your system" he said in a deep, unwavering voice. He did not fear this creature like the ones in the bar, as he had seen creatures like this before in his travels from his homeland. He waited for the creature's response, silently taking in facts of the creature, wondering what exactly it was, and how it got it's hands on such a well made weapon.
The eyes of the figure under his helmet glowed a light blue, and he nodded his head slowly. "Well that's good then, speaking English is a trait you want to have around in a place like this" he said with a still deep, unwavering tone. He knew he had to take caution with a beast like this, as there were things you couldn't expect it to do. He gestured to the bar, and then stomped over to the bar, not really stomping but he was wearing heavy armor so it made it seem that way.
"A compliment is given where it is deserved, apologies if I thought you didn't speak English, thought you might not because of your........appearance, not meaning that as an offense, but someone of your nature does not appear to be someone who speaks English, or bothers too" he said and his eyes traveled over to Kiriko, and he narrowed his eyes at the man, and let out a groan of discontent. He was not impressed with the man at all, he did not like one's who dressed like they were some sort of ninja, he enjoyed full on battles, not running and attacking from the sides.
He turned his head back to Sirigrim, and gestured to the seat next to him. "I have Kolgrima, an axe that has power behind it, good for a slamming cut down the middle or across the middle of the body. It is always sharp, but I understand the want of dull, so the individual having pain inflicted upon them will have to suffer more of it" he said with a satisfied tone.
"A compliment is given where it is deserved, apologies if I thought you didn't speak English, thought you might not because of your........appearance, not meaning that as an offense, but someone of your nature does not appear to be someone who speaks English, or bothers too" he said and his eyes traveled over to Kiriko, and he narrowed his eyes at the man, and let out a groan of discontent. He was not impressed with the man at all, he did not like one's who dressed like they were some sort of ninja, he enjoyed full on battles, not running and attacking from the sides.
He turned his head back to Sirigrim, and gestured to the seat next to him. "I have Kolgrima, an axe that has power behind it, good for a slamming cut down the middle or across the middle of the body. It is always sharp, but I understand the want of dull, so the individual having pain inflicted upon them will have to suffer more of it" he said with a satisfied tone.
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*feels a slight tremor of energy*
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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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Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
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Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere.
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