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Oriax

"Who am I? What is my purpose?"

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

Description

Height: Six feet seven inches, seven feet when angered.
Build: Heavy, muscular, moreso when angered.
Eye Color: Burning orange fire for irises. Greatest indicators of emotion, a warm hearth fire when happy, raging inferno when angered.
Hair Color: Black, medium short.
Skin Color: Red tinted, becomes blood red when angered.
Distinguishing Features: Silver blood, fangs (enlongated when angered), pointed ears.
Typical Clothing: Orange baggy clothing with black light armor on his forearms, shins, chest, shoulders and upper legs. Often wears a black hooded cloak as well.

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Personality

Seemingly cold and emotionless Oriax is actually a very passionate individual. Any emotion he feels is felt strongly, it just takes a larger stimulus to get a response from him.

Equipment

When necessary he dons a full suit of armor constructed of an alloy of Fel steel and Nightsteel.

Four Inferno forged katanas, blades are silver with a red tint and seem to always hold a reflection of the fires they were forged in.

One Inferno forged dai katana, same blade as above.

Limited powers over hellfire
Powers of illusion
Ability to heal wounds caused by demons and remove some curses
Limited shapeshifting

Very fast and strong he relies more on his skill at fighting with multiple weapons than his powers.

History

Little is known of his past, for a time he lived in Japan. Regarded as a monster by the local villagers, many attempted to slay him. He grew bored of the endless slaughter of unworthy opponents and has come to Wing City to seek a purpose for his life.

So begins...

Oriax's Story

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The sound of heavy footsteps preceeded the entrance of a black cloaked figure into Gambit's Bar. From under the hood a pair of buring eyes gazed out, the infamous Gambit's Bar, empty? In any case a seat was claimed at the counter and an order of sake placed. When the drink arrived a strong hand extended from under the cloak, red tinted fingers grasping the bottle as the cloaked figure took a drink in silence.

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The sound of heavy footsteps preceeded the entrance of a black cloaked figure into Gambit's Bar. From under the hood a pair of buring eyes gazed out, the infamous Gambit's Bar, empty? In any case a seat was claimed at the counter and an order of sake placed. When the drink arrived a strong hand extended from under the cloak, red tinted fingers grasping the bottle as the cloaked figure took a drink in silence.

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The cloaked 'man' turned his burning eyes toward the one who had followed him in, some one appeared to be in a good mood. His eyes then flicked towards the bow on her back, one of the few weapons that people had managed to wound him with, only because he didn't see it coming. Sword to sword he was a challenging oppoment. "Indeed," he said quietly in concurance with the woman, his voice was smooth like a small slow moving stream.

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"Do you seek something?" he asked, adjust his hood a little bit and partially revealing his face. It was only a side profile and only a littl was revealed, though if told a lot. His handsome face had skin that was slightly red tinted, not the red from a blush but as if it was his skin color. Black hair fell over his forehead a little and his eyes seemed to contain small fires. On the left side of his face was a brilliant white scar, should she have been on that side to see it.

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He extended a hand from under his cloak to accept her handshake in a strong but not crushing grip, as he did his cloak parted slightly to reveal the hilts of two swords on his left side. "Oriax, formerly of Japan." he answered, as he spoke his four small fangs were revealed, two on top and two on the bottom, the bottom being slightly shorter. Brave one, strange though, the first for a approaching him, the second for not pointing a weapon at him as many had done in the past.

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"Something wrong?" he asked, noting her reaction as he released her hand. One would wonder how many vampires she had met whose eyes seemed to contain flames. He took another drink of his sake, pushing back his hood and revealing the rest of his features, mid length black hair partially covered his pointed ears. She didn't need to fear vampirism, he was a demon, not one of those pathetic bloodsucking parasites.

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He finished his drink before replying, "I'm a demon," he said, crushing the small bottle his sake came in. "Are you going to try and destroy me too?" he asked. He wasn't a typical fire and brimstone 'I am going to eat your soul' kind of demon. He was simply a being who had origins in the darker realms of existance. It was why he left Japan, he was tired of killing those who attempted to slay him for trying to live in peace.

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"For that I thank you, and as for my purpose here I came to seek one." he replied. He appreciated those who could be calm, and she had been up until she seemed to have seen his teeth. Better than most he decided, the burning eyes, the red tinted skin, those usually drove people aware faster. He turned as well when the woman he was conversing with did, nothing of interest to him.

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The demon shook his head, "Not who, a purpose, I seek a purpose in my life." he said. His burning eyes seemed to soften a little bit, becoming more akin to a hearth fire instead of the hard ininviting, dispassionate flames that they had held. He exhaled once and ordered another bottle of sake, paying extra for the bottle he crushed.

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"No, I don't, my live has been only violence for almost a century." he answered. He shook his head, muttering something in Japanese, he pulled a small gold coin out of his cloak, "Buy some, stop eying his food and buy some." he said, sliding the coin in front of her. He then adjusted the clasp on his cloak, which he usually wore unless he needed to fight.

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The demon shook his head, "You're not taking it, I am giving it to you there is a is a difference." he said. He knew others didn't live as long as he did, as demons went he was rather young thoug, only one hundred and seventy. He glanced back over his shoulder, first at the new entry and then at other, the one with an attitude. His burning eyes flicked back to the first, was that an Oni? Having lived in Japan he could recognize them, however this one appeared to be one of the rare females.

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He nodded once, "If that is your wish." he replied. He was unfamiliar with non oriental food, junk food in particular so the nachos were a new thing to him. His blazing eyes softened a little further, with her fear of him seeming to diminish she was earning herself more respect. He lifted his sake to his lips again and drained it, licking the last of the rice wine from his lips as he set the bottle down.

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"It is alright, I eat human food," he said, taking one chip off the corner and slowly placing it in his mouth. Interesting combination of flavors he had to admit, not at all a bad food. He then turned back to the woman being referenced, "Seems ill at ease, like most around me," he said, turning back to the counter and not touching the nachos futher.

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"I am partial to rice," he said. "Enjoy your food Desirae. I must depart." he said as he stood up. He then pulled his hood up over his head and started to walk out of Gambit's, passing by the smaller woman who had been eying the food, a small smirk crossed his face as a gold coin seemingly fell out of his pocket when the passed her.

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A tall cloaked figure walked silently down the street, going in the opposite direction of a frightened young female, making it seem as if he was heading towards her. His black cloak rippled slightly as he moved, occassionally allowing a glimpse of his black greaves. His burning eyes gazed out from under the hood, slight recognition in his eyes, she appeared to be the hungry looking woman from the night before.

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The demon stopped, looking down at the whimpering female. His eyes were hard and emotionless, simply fire inside them. "Something wrong?" he asked coldly, this was something he was used to, lesser beings cowering before him, mostly Japanese peasants but this was close enough seeing as though she felt threatened she didn't run nor attempt to show pride and defend herself.

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"Keep it," he said. He had no real need for money, he could always get more, he only seemed to need it when dealing with humans so he could go about his business without having to kill any one. "You should stay inside after dark, beings far more violent than me are said to prowl theses streets.

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The demon let out a small sigh, she was lost, and pathetically inable to defend herself. He was well armed under his black cloak, even if he wasn't he was far from helpless, immense strength and more than a few supernatural powers at his disposal made him a dangerous foe. He turned his burning eyes back towards the street, oddly empty, was something afoot.

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Under his cloak the demon grasped the hilt of his dai katana, the heat of the Inferno forged blade could be felt through the grip wrappings on the hilt of the weapon. Something was off, and now the small woman was close to passing out, why was he still standing there? He could simply walk away, yet, past all the pathetic whimpering and cowering there was physical beauty, perhaps that had kept him. His jaw was set, burning eyes flicked up and down the street, waiting for the opponents he knew were coming.

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The demon grasped at the clasp of his cloak and undid it, throwing the garment aside, if disintegrated into the flame before it hit the ground. His entire form was no revealed, loose fitting burnt orange clothing covered a heavy muscular frame, black armor over his chest, legs, shoulders and forearms. He carried five swords total, two on his left side, on larger than the other and three more like the smaller sword on his back. His expression didn't change as he drew the largest of the blades, the sound of crackling fire accompanied the sliding sound of the blade. Within the red tinted silver of the weapon's leading edge the reflection of flames could be seen.

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The creature was big, arrogant and not all that bright, perfect for Oriax, he was going to have fun with his one. As the ogre like beast charged him the demon stepped swiftly to the side, using the tip of his long blade to attack the back of the creature's knees as it passed. It wouldn't kill, likely not even cripple, it would however hurt as the blade was hot, not enough to burn the wound shut though. It also being as it was aimed for a joint make the beast slower.

Oriax stood straight again, staring at the beast's back and daring it to turn and face him. It's pride would work in his favor, making it fight on his terms, he would come after him, he had hurt it.

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It seemed the Oni couldn't stop its forward momentum and the stupid woman wasn't even trying to avoid the flailing beast. Oriax drew one of the smaller swords from his back, with some quick movements and a well aimed throw the weapon flew through the air, aimed as catching in one of the Oni's legs, either to go through and pin it to the ground or at least bring it down on its face before it fell on the woman. Words would be had with that woman who didn't know enough to even move when something charged her.

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The demon advanced on his fallen foe, giving his long dai katana a single whirl as he approached. Good, the clueless woman was out of the way, hopefully that cat wasn't something he would have to worry about as well. "Come on ugly, you can still fight," he said, taunting the Oni, he wouldn't kill an enemy laying on their face, he wanted them to know who had defeated them

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It wasn't getting up but it was beginning to look angry, not that it really mattered. Since it didn't seem to be going anywhere he walked up to is, taking another of his smaller swords and used it to pin the creature's flailing arm. Then, mostly because the brute was getting on his nerves he made a precise slash with his blade at the back of the Oni's neck, aiming to sever the spinal column.

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Oriax sheathed his dai katana and collected his two smaller swords, resheathing them as well. With a flash of fire his cloak appeared in his hand and he wrapped it around himself, pulling his hood up about his face. A swirl of mist and smoke formed around him and he fanished, only to reappear in a similar manner on the roof top, standing silently in the corner, his body envelloped by his cloak. As before all the could be seen was the lower part of his handsome, red tinted face and his burning eyes.

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