Name: Zackery Firstington-(his fake last name)
Location: A small dark apartment in England. An undiscl
Species: Demi-Human Damphyr
At a height larger than the average human, Zackery had black, scruffy hair, dark shadows under his eyes, and a disregard for any kind of fashion (Apparent by the fact that he wore the same hoodie and jeans day-in and day-out). To most, he would appear as common as a blue sky during Summer, merely another basement dweller. That's what he would like to kid himself, anyway.
There would be signs that would reveal otherwise however. Restlessness throughout the night, fatigue during the day, abnormal flexibility, an intolerance for anything that had garlic, and he had a strange desire to see blood (He had an even greater desire to drink that crimson Elixir of Life).
As a child, Zackery never really had a circle of friends` in fact, you could say he was shunned by society. As the years passed, through childhood to puberty, Zackery could never truely understand why people hated being around him, why even his family, those who raised him, refused to help him or even care for his wellbeing. (Little does Zackery know that they are, in fact, not his true parents.)
Unbeknownst to Zackery, he is a Damphyr, half vampire, half human. Those around him do not want to be near him because they simply dislike him, they stay away because they are afraid of him. Damphyrs are a very rare sight, and instill fear into those around them whether they want to or not.
*"Damphyr"-half vampire, half human (His human side is dominant).*
So, with the truth of his heritage locked away from him, and with a society that fears his very existence, Zackery became a lonely, self-concious soul. However, those who would be willing to befriend him would discovery him to be quite kind, a friend for life. Just make sure to keep an eye on your neck if he gets hungry!
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Zackery
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Genesis
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by doomreaper
Description
Personality
Shy- generaly does not like large social enviroments, likes to skulk around unnoticed, stalker like almost
Equipment
Unknown to him, he has a high healing factor, very high pain threshold and a very high agility
History
Much like the character, his past is shrouded in black
His real parents are unknown, but due to him being a dhampyr One can only assume one of his parents is a vampire.
He has cut off all contact with his foster family
So begins...
Zackery's Story
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“
Meteor, can you hail a big falcon rocket?
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Aewisp whirled around the newcomers, then returned to Yohina near the crag.
"Your journey continues in here- I find my existence to fade when within the rock. There are others who have..."
And with that, Aewisp left Yohina to assist the others.
"Your journey continues in here- I find my existence to fade when within the rock. There are others who have..."
And with that, Aewisp left Yohina to assist the others.
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Ukiko strained her eyes to look past the grass and at the stone.
”
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looks around confused thinking something suspicious is at hand, that stone is growing. so he trying to find a way out running blind
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I wonder why we’re here partner, or if we’ll ever truly know. But then again most places we travel bring me such thoughts.
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I have a sneaking suspicion that I am missing something
”
Leolik walked through the Upper Planes. The lion god's purr rumbled like distant thunder across the plain, and life flourished in His steps.
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Neoma glanced around the long open plain of Genesis, feeling somewhat exposed with no tree cover. She sighed and opened her wings, rustling the long golden grass. She flapped her wings and jumped into the air, gaining height quickly and feeling much better now she was flying. Neoma decided she was high enough and held her wings open, gliding on wind. She watched the land below her, not seeing any movement other than the swaying of grass in the wind. She kept gliding, angling her wings upward so she could stay high above the earth.
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Aewisp was the win beneath Neoma's wings, and then she was not- though despite her separation from the greater element the wind did not die. Aewisp was one with the wind. She was not all of it.
The cloudy figure of a woman began to manifest near Neoma. Aewisp followed the Neoma for a brief moment before speaking up to her.
"What is it you seek?
The cloudy figure of a woman began to manifest near Neoma. Aewisp followed the Neoma for a brief moment before speaking up to her.
"What is it you seek?
Mitch Agile has been wondering from place to place for a long time. He would continue to do so. Hoping to find new friends and more intriguing things. He was excited to see what the world had in store for him.
Mitch Agile has been wondering from place to place for a long time. He would continue to do so. Hoping to find new friends and more intriguing things. He was excited to see what the world had in store for him.
Atop the endless fields of Genesis a thin network of flat braces sat. Myrkul harvested the endless grasses as it built infrastructure and resources to better serve humankind. However, Genesis had its limitations in an immutable structure and aggressive nonaffinity for anything at all. A place far too neutral for its liking as its resources burgeoned. Space was difficult to move here thus leaving for the diplomatic arrangement. A wellspring well recharged after the breach of the bulwark provided more options. The infrastructure of cognizance crystal storage anchoring their transport network instead of the creature itself.
Though this place seemed a metropolitan area of imperial imagery writ in grey sandstone, obsidian monoliths, and pale white psistone it carried a purpose a different to one that dwarfed mountains. As the creature returned to genesis the sky alit in violent sparks of obstinate reality distending. Four spark eyes erupt into pure cerulean as the only spiraling luminous clouds in that infinite sky. Violent silty nebulae carve its way into Genesis as the overbeing emerges once more to return to its servitors. Whom knowing its arrival scurried past imperials confused and alarmed alike stopping only when interrogated as to what was going on.
“The Aether is complete enough to travel,” said each of the stoic creatures in their terse dusty monotone.
Spars emerge between ground supports as attentive servitors anchor the long roads spreading in every direction. A core of panels underpinning each building shifting and morphing as spars and machinery engage. As the large overbeing descends the network of tall observation spires fringing this place sprint into action. A thousand repeater obelisks, stories high, converge across an uncurved horizon their bronze aethermechanic gear transmissions racing within their lower section. Each silent if not for wind racing past. All hovering upright toward the Overbeing in growing erratic wakes of green grass. Myrkul’s vein rose miles high into the endless sky as each spear pounces bottom first toward the hard segments that appeared to compose the worm titan. Instead, as they bury their lower points to a ripple and detonation of motes, gears loose ponderous bellows from impacts of connecting axels and meshing gears. Deafening ears far across the landscape. Soon after an immense ticking as Myrkul engages with the structures in unison.
Decorated with spines the segmented plates that seem to serve as its skin shuffle and shift as they reorganize some nameless interior. The psychic field here a riotous cacophony of an intellect that sets itself apart as a weapon solely willed by the God-Emperor of Mankind for humanity’s causes. Inside these moving cathedrals floating within the overbeing single instants reorganize access planes in a flickered hall of mirrors. Quick enough that only a space marine might notice an unobstructed plane’s reassertion. In a sense packing its bags more sacred spaces of the Living Emperor were now buried deep inside to protect them. This paranoid servitor Overbeing was ever wary of Aetherkind.
A small waver in the collective grass came as Myrkul took hold of the great plates now containing buildings for imperial constructs. As it had built its own constructs Imperials that came from Wing City or other distant locales built their own. A metropolis that shifted in a grand momentum as entire regions raise from their sturdy plant on immutable soil. Gravity still downward even as city blocks or even manufactorums hefted into the air as these metropolitan puzzle pieces slowly arranged between the spires face inward. Other roads and byways dismantling entirely to reorganize the transportation network as they filled the gaps. Now the hard-edged sheath had its buildings on the inside. An armor without built from shining bricks of ebon and gold mesh the sheath took final shape above the earth. Genesis’ grass seemly no less disturbed by the oppressive weight once above it an immutable thing that initiated such difficulty. In little time the thunderous boom of connecting city blocks slowly ceased. An imperial eagle the size of some battleships now writ large upon the cyst’s leading edge.
A swirling warp aperture erupts within the sky as the sheath’s inner hardware vibrates the air and rattles teeth as it comes to activity. The hovering edifice alights in patterns on its lower section as titanic psycholocomotors slips Myrkul out of Genesis for the last time. Soon the plane would cleanse all traces that it ever remained at all. One last howling hurricane of air moved to fill the void as it traveled through the warp gate that blows grass inward as the creature slowly ebbs away. Soon the last vestige of the dark cyst passes the gate with harsh clanking and a blinding flash. Severed space welded back together once more. A warp concretion falls from the sky. A boulder of crystalline artifact from its passing the healed scar of a plane passing such a creature with its attendant mass through the fabric of reality.
As a testament to its immutable substance, the heavy warp concretion merely cracks and shatters on impact. Warp concretions shot as hot hail in every direction. Detonation hails these unstable fragments far and wide. Wrath of fracture arrested through collapse arrested the energy-hungry scar’s impact. The things had dubious power from both sides of the warp aperture. As well as the exotic matter of unknown substances concreting from the Immaterium and ordered space. Perhaps they would be valuable to some other soul but Myrkul could not attend this side. The sky was quiet once more and Genesis lay placid as ever if now sparkling.
Though this place seemed a metropolitan area of imperial imagery writ in grey sandstone, obsidian monoliths, and pale white psistone it carried a purpose a different to one that dwarfed mountains. As the creature returned to genesis the sky alit in violent sparks of obstinate reality distending. Four spark eyes erupt into pure cerulean as the only spiraling luminous clouds in that infinite sky. Violent silty nebulae carve its way into Genesis as the overbeing emerges once more to return to its servitors. Whom knowing its arrival scurried past imperials confused and alarmed alike stopping only when interrogated as to what was going on.
“The Aether is complete enough to travel,” said each of the stoic creatures in their terse dusty monotone.
Spars emerge between ground supports as attentive servitors anchor the long roads spreading in every direction. A core of panels underpinning each building shifting and morphing as spars and machinery engage. As the large overbeing descends the network of tall observation spires fringing this place sprint into action. A thousand repeater obelisks, stories high, converge across an uncurved horizon their bronze aethermechanic gear transmissions racing within their lower section. Each silent if not for wind racing past. All hovering upright toward the Overbeing in growing erratic wakes of green grass. Myrkul’s vein rose miles high into the endless sky as each spear pounces bottom first toward the hard segments that appeared to compose the worm titan. Instead, as they bury their lower points to a ripple and detonation of motes, gears loose ponderous bellows from impacts of connecting axels and meshing gears. Deafening ears far across the landscape. Soon after an immense ticking as Myrkul engages with the structures in unison.
Decorated with spines the segmented plates that seem to serve as its skin shuffle and shift as they reorganize some nameless interior. The psychic field here a riotous cacophony of an intellect that sets itself apart as a weapon solely willed by the God-Emperor of Mankind for humanity’s causes. Inside these moving cathedrals floating within the overbeing single instants reorganize access planes in a flickered hall of mirrors. Quick enough that only a space marine might notice an unobstructed plane’s reassertion. In a sense packing its bags more sacred spaces of the Living Emperor were now buried deep inside to protect them. This paranoid servitor Overbeing was ever wary of Aetherkind.
A small waver in the collective grass came as Myrkul took hold of the great plates now containing buildings for imperial constructs. As it had built its own constructs Imperials that came from Wing City or other distant locales built their own. A metropolis that shifted in a grand momentum as entire regions raise from their sturdy plant on immutable soil. Gravity still downward even as city blocks or even manufactorums hefted into the air as these metropolitan puzzle pieces slowly arranged between the spires face inward. Other roads and byways dismantling entirely to reorganize the transportation network as they filled the gaps. Now the hard-edged sheath had its buildings on the inside. An armor without built from shining bricks of ebon and gold mesh the sheath took final shape above the earth. Genesis’ grass seemly no less disturbed by the oppressive weight once above it an immutable thing that initiated such difficulty. In little time the thunderous boom of connecting city blocks slowly ceased. An imperial eagle the size of some battleships now writ large upon the cyst’s leading edge.
A swirling warp aperture erupts within the sky as the sheath’s inner hardware vibrates the air and rattles teeth as it comes to activity. The hovering edifice alights in patterns on its lower section as titanic psycholocomotors slips Myrkul out of Genesis for the last time. Soon the plane would cleanse all traces that it ever remained at all. One last howling hurricane of air moved to fill the void as it traveled through the warp gate that blows grass inward as the creature slowly ebbs away. Soon the last vestige of the dark cyst passes the gate with harsh clanking and a blinding flash. Severed space welded back together once more. A warp concretion falls from the sky. A boulder of crystalline artifact from its passing the healed scar of a plane passing such a creature with its attendant mass through the fabric of reality.
As a testament to its immutable substance, the heavy warp concretion merely cracks and shatters on impact. Warp concretions shot as hot hail in every direction. Detonation hails these unstable fragments far and wide. Wrath of fracture arrested through collapse arrested the energy-hungry scar’s impact. The things had dubious power from both sides of the warp aperture. As well as the exotic matter of unknown substances concreting from the Immaterium and ordered space. Perhaps they would be valuable to some other soul but Myrkul could not attend this side. The sky was quiet once more and Genesis lay placid as ever if now sparkling.
The Chronicler appeared behind Michael. He walked upon the grass barefooted, his azure robes drifting in the celestial breeze. The strange man looked upon the boy with blindfolded eyes and smiled.
"Greetings, child." He said. "Welcome to Genesis - the beginning and the end. Where will the currents of Fate and Chance take you, I wonder?"
"Greetings, child." He said. "Welcome to Genesis - the beginning and the end. Where will the currents of Fate and Chance take you, I wonder?"
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