Post by ginko on Aug 16, 2007 19:31:24 GMT -5
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Other Character(s)
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General Character Information
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Character Name: Velmaxis
Character Age: 19
Character Gender: Male
Character Race: Human
Character Position: Evil Evil
Character Personality:
Velmaxis is highly proficient in destructive magic, he bears a pathological hatred towards every living thing on the planet and is so thoroughly evil that his conscience is split between his evil side and his atrociously evil side, with the distinction between the two sides blurring rapidly. Velmaxis has given himself over completely to the darkness and serves his god Chaos. Velmaxis's two main goals have been to acquire more power and to find a way to replace his severed arm and return to his old life.
The days Velmaxis spent in the darkness of room 19 has left him with chronic near unbelievably horrifying nightmares so painful that he avoids sleep as much as possible opting for two hours of rest every three days. Lack of sleep continues to push his already unstable mind ever closer to the edge of sanity. Vel is socially inept; he speaks little, and that which he says is often derogatory or threatening in nature. Most often he is described as being a rapacious creature both dismissive and cruel to others though he does regret the way he acts later but never shows it.
Vel does work well with other people usually trying to act friendly and avoiding subjects like his purpose and past unless it becomes unnecessary or he believes someone else serves Chaos even indirectly. Having no real reservations about anyone he opperrates on any level, anytime and with anybody.
Velmaxis lost his right arm in an explosion and has since worn a clawed gauntlet over his wounded and scarred arm. He prefers to take no prisoners and leaves no survivors in battle, a lack of mercy that extends to all. Vel leads a life of relentless evil becoming a focal point for all that is abysmal and horrible. He is being so overcome with, possessed by, and utterly imbued in evil that it has completely become his way of life.
Likes
Cooking
Crowds
Dogs
Himself
Dislikes
Wasting time
People who smile to much
Reading
Himself
Character's Appearance: Velmaxis
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Battle Information
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Weapon Name: Bakuya and Claw
Weapon Appearance: Bakuya is the sword worn at Vel’s waist. It has a serrated edge and holds no power just a strong sword that Vel borrowed from Bastion.
Claw
Two straps one across Vel’s torso while the other crosses secure claw over his collar bone and meet at the right shoulder. Since Vel has only one arm he armors it simply because he can’t afford to lose another one. It is covered with hard metal plates serving as a kind of shield and a weapon to bash and rip at his opponents.
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If you have other characters that have been accepted, please put a link to their Profile here. If you do not do this, this Profile's acceptance will be delayed until you do. Bastion, Karl, Velmaxis
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Did Avenger give you permission to use the below canon character :: Yes/No
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General Character Information
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Character Name: Velmaxis
Character Age: 19
Character Gender: Male
Character Race: Human
Character Position: Evil Evil
Character Personality:
Velmaxis is highly proficient in destructive magic, he bears a pathological hatred towards every living thing on the planet and is so thoroughly evil that his conscience is split between his evil side and his atrociously evil side, with the distinction between the two sides blurring rapidly. Velmaxis has given himself over completely to the darkness and serves his god Chaos. Velmaxis's two main goals have been to acquire more power and to find a way to replace his severed arm and return to his old life.
The days Velmaxis spent in the darkness of room 19 has left him with chronic near unbelievably horrifying nightmares so painful that he avoids sleep as much as possible opting for two hours of rest every three days. Lack of sleep continues to push his already unstable mind ever closer to the edge of sanity. Vel is socially inept; he speaks little, and that which he says is often derogatory or threatening in nature. Most often he is described as being a rapacious creature both dismissive and cruel to others though he does regret the way he acts later but never shows it.
Vel does work well with other people usually trying to act friendly and avoiding subjects like his purpose and past unless it becomes unnecessary or he believes someone else serves Chaos even indirectly. Having no real reservations about anyone he opperrates on any level, anytime and with anybody.
Velmaxis lost his right arm in an explosion and has since worn a clawed gauntlet over his wounded and scarred arm. He prefers to take no prisoners and leaves no survivors in battle, a lack of mercy that extends to all. Vel leads a life of relentless evil becoming a focal point for all that is abysmal and horrible. He is being so overcome with, possessed by, and utterly imbued in evil that it has completely become his way of life.
Likes
Cooking
Crowds
Dogs
Himself
Dislikes
Wasting time
People who smile to much
Reading
Himself
Character's Appearance: Velmaxis
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Battle Information
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Weapon Name: Bakuya and Claw
Weapon Appearance: Bakuya is the sword worn at Vel’s waist. It has a serrated edge and holds no power just a strong sword that Vel borrowed from Bastion.
Claw
Two straps one across Vel’s torso while the other crosses secure claw over his collar bone and meet at the right shoulder. Since Vel has only one arm he armors it simply because he can’t afford to lose another one. It is covered with hard metal plates serving as a kind of shield and a weapon to bash and rip at his opponents.
Abilities:
Invisible Air: A sorcery that compresses and gyrates the air around Velmaxis's blade, the circulation of wind distorts the refraction of light, inducing an illusion of ethereality. This property makes it difficult for opponents to parry lunges and thrusts from Vel, for they cannot discern the length or width of the blade. Furthermore, the pressurized air can be offensively expelled in the form of an intense blast of air.
Fireball: First Velmaxis must look in the direction he going to fire determine the range (distance and height) at which the fireball is to burst. A globe of fire forms in Vel's mouth and is shot out at high speed. If it impacts upon a material body or solid barrier prior to attaining the prescribed range, blossoms into the fireball at that point. (An early impact results in an early detonation.) Each post it can be charged into a more powerful version. Requires two posts to recover.
Kansho: Once per day Velmaxis can tap into the Chaotic, primordial energies that bind reality and focus them through his hand into a powerful, destructive blast. Vel can do extensive damage on a wide scale with this attack. A Kansho is about 10ft wide and has a range of 200ft. All targets within the blast are struck and take extreme damage (including inconvenient structures). This is an all or nothing blast of pure, concentrated destruction. Needs a six turn cool down of six turns.
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Special Abilities: [Abilities that do not count toward your maximum total amount of Abilities. This section is only to be touched by staff.]
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Character History
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Write your character's history here. Must be at least a decent paragraph.
7 years ago
Vel hopped back dodging the first fist and ducked the wide arc of the second. Another fist swung at Vel it was off from the beginning and missed by a long distance. The Varga lost his balance and stumbled forward just few inches into a set of Vel’s knuckles, the popping sound was could be heard by Vel and everyone who had formed a circle around them, shards dropped to the ground from the shattered lenses of his glasses. The kid dropped to his knees covering his face trying to stop the blood flow from his crushed nose and the cuts on the rest of his face.
Earlier
It had started in class. Vel had been with Carl during biology, but when they had both been caught sleeping at their table behind there text books. This had been nothing new but the teacher decided to split us up and partner us with some of the people in the class who actually paid attention in class, people that who up until now Vel had no idea actually existed. Nothing changed he ignored Vel and Vel continued his nap. The bell rang up in the bell tower with a harsh clang signaling the end of class and like everyone else Vel went to the door to leave but was stopped by when his new partner Varga stopped in front of him blocking his path to lunch. Varga was dead serious and went on about how we had been given an assignment and began telling Vel what he would be doing. Vel had only been awake for a few minutes and was still groggy mumbling something he shoved Varga out of the way telling him that if he really cared about the damn assignment he would have to do it himself.
After getting his lunch he went to the usual place behind auditorium. There were a couple tables mostly unused except for the one with the roof. The heat was almost unbearable and everyone had packed in trying to get into the shade, getting a seat had been a hard won fight. Lunch took forty-five minutes and Varga showed up almost halfway through that same look on his face Vel didn’t notice him until he called at Vel shouting hey and grabbing his shoulder. Again Varga started telling him what he would do, he was shaking so hard it was hard to tell if he was angry or scared. Vel lost his temper quickly just as Varga asked him if he understood Vel grabbed Varga’s arm and threw him to the side. It hadn’t been intentional but Varga fell hitting the wooden post next to him and slumped down. The table was quite everyone was watching Mike, Verly, Alex and Big Mike along with the rest of the table.
Vel kind of figured what was going to happen next Varga got up and hit Velmaxis landing his punch on Vel’s left eye, it hadn’t been very hard but it was enough to knock Vel back he lost his seat toppling over reaching for the table he grabbed his plate by accident and it’s soupy contents landed on his chest and stomach.
The present in the past from before
Varga was shouting things like how he wouldn’t take it anymore and he wouldn’t let him get away with what was going. He seemed confused, but that didn’t stop Vel, this guy had picked a fight with him in front of his friends and even caused the destruction of his lunch this fight couldn’t be avoided. Varga was getting to his feet the glasses falling free without any help, blood dripped from his nose and various cuts along his face already his right eye was swelling up and changing color. He started speaking incoherent words some of them didn’t sound like they could be made with a human mouth the beginnings of a curse one that sounded lethal the circle of people quickly backed away.
Vel grabbed the Varga by his shirt and swung him around and tossed him into the table. Varga struck his head and his curse was broken but not done, it had already started and began to glow bright pink it shined brightly from under the table where Varga lay. The curse was menacing and was growing quickly out of control before exploding.
“Where… am I?” Velmaxis called out for what seemed like the hundredth time. He had been awake for a while now. From what he could tell he was in a bed covered in bandages and he couldn’t move much besides his neck and mouth. He didn’t feel any pain but that was probably a drug or some spell and what worried him were the bandages over his eyes if he was blinded he find some way to drag himself out of bed and strangle Varga after he beat him within one inch of his life. What had happened to Varga anyway he had been closer to the blast than anyone else and if the blast had done this to Vel then it was probably safe to say that he was dead.
It was cold really cold and the air stank of something horrible like decay and puss. Vel gave it his best to move and only managed to rollover and drop out of bed striking the ground with a thud. Still no pain, probably drugs medical spells probably wouldn’t rob Vel of his ability to move, picking himself up on his left arm he began to crawl forward it took him a while to realize something was wrong his right arm was missing. “ Da--!” he shouted before giving in to fit of wheezing trying to drag in some air. What the hell had happened? That curse even unfinished was enough to do this to him wonderful he just became left-handed and would most likely not escape being charged in Varga’s death. Not even five feet and he was exhausted he could keep himself up and his one arm gave out.
Voices. They could be heard echoing down some hall the first one was whining almost pleading with the second “ I still don’t see why we don’t just let him die. Do you know what would happen if Varga’s family found out that we kept Velmaxis alive we’d lose their yearly donation that’s thirty percent of our budget there would be lay offs all over the compound this place does not need more enemies.” The second was much older but seemed to convey a cheerful attitude “ Wasting human lives is a terrible thing to do first that life must be wrung for every bit of use it has then and only then can it be thrown away besides he won’t be among the living much longer we are almost done with him.”
Vel made a last attempt to escape but failed unable to raise his head. “Oh look it seems that Velmaxis has woken up.” The old man seemed to be chuckling at some joke no one else was privy to. “ And what a mess he has made, cleaning up trails of blood isn’t easy you know ah well it doesn’t matter can’t remember the last time this place was cleaned up at all. Come quickly I may have all day but that doesn’t mean I’ll spend it on you.” A large bony hand grabbed Vel by the arm and pulled long enough for a loud pop to be heard then he was being dragged across the floor.
“What’s going on?” Vel asked still trying to pull enough air into his lungs. He tried to move his legs but only got a slight twitch out of them.
“ Well you see whatever confrontation you had with Varga has put you in this situation. Tell me boy why does this institution exist?” The old man said still dragging Vel at a blistering pace.
“ I thought it was a school-“
“ Wrong.” Now the old man seemed to actually be laughing, “ This is a place to research magical power and ways to subjugate and control it that is why I am here. This world used to be under the control by magicians, sorcerers or whatever they chose to call them now the world is divided and in order our job is study magic and how it grows again that is why I am here. Now can you tell me why you are here?”
“ I’m a -“
“ Wrong again, you don’t even need to finish. You are hear as a lab rat, a test subject if you find that term more appealing.” There it was he had started laughing but was trying to cover it up.
“Now what would happen if one subject nearly killed another? Nothing unless the subject that nearly died had some worth to him then there would have to be consequences. Normally a swift death would suffice and but I have a much better idea. Back in the day human sacrifices were used for all manner of purposes, you are destined to die so I’ve decide to make use of you while you still live.”
“ You can’t do this.” The dragging stopped and he was lifted up by his remaining arm and dangled of the ground. Hot stinking air was being blown into his face as was shaken. “ Who’s going to stop me you with that broken, deformed body? Velmaxis, you are property of the government and I have been given permission to do with the government property that has been entrusted to me as I please. No on can save you not mommy and not daddy they were removed from the picture long ago, as I understand. Make peace with your god while you still can and pray that you’re heart gives out and you die quickly.” Vel was dropped to the ground the hand that held him never loosening as the old man continued to drag Vel down the hall.
Silence and the sound of Vel’s body were all that could be heard eventually they stopped and Vel was flung up against a wall. There was the sound of keys clinking together. More of his strength returned probably not enough to fight but at least he could use his hand. Reaching up he pulled at the bandages and managed to loosen them enough to look out. It was a circular room with several doors lining the sides each one had a number ranging from one to fifty seven what was odd was the feeling that the room was getting bigger and more doors were appearing now the highest number he could see was 456. Velmaxis eye roamed around before settling on his captor an ancient man wearing dirty bloodstained white coat. His face was shadowed but the long gray hair that that dropped down from the back of his head and the patchy baldness was enough it was Harald up until now he had been just one of the faculty the only thing odd about him was that he didn’t teach any classes.
Rolling over he made another attempt at escaping trying to crawl silently. Something drabbed him he shouted and kicked out but to no avail. He was picked up and carried back over to Harald and hung there by invisible hands. Vel’s captor didn’t say anything as he placed another key into the various locks of the door marked 19 “ You didn’t think it would be that easy did you.”
“ Why are you doing this?”
“ Varga came from a very important family. Unlike you he was hear to learn to control his abilities, make them stronger and eventually return home. It seems that he was rather mentally unstable whatever issues you two had triggered the following events. Sad to say but you were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“ What’s going to happen to me?”
“ There are several. Coincidentally magic flows through these places outside of our dimension we send people in to record data if you will on the basic mechanics of there universe and how they differ from ours we learn from their memories and their corpses.”
“ So I’m going to die in there.”
“ Probably, the place I have picked out for you isn’t hospitable to humans but you should be able to survive if they don’t kill you… the question is would you want to continue living when your done, not that you would have a choice you’ll survive a few months then we’ll put you down.”
All the keys were in and turned simultaneously with pop and Vel was dropped as Harald ran to the other side of the room. The old man began moving his arms and chanting through grit teeth as he formed a glowing barrier between himself and what was coming. The room rocked and a loud boom came from door 19 followed by more. It creaked open slowly and swung open. Vel looked on unable to turn away from what he saw all he could do was tremble and cry silently. They filled the room in a roiling sea of bodies and what felt like glass. In an instant and were gone just as fast with Vel screaming as he was dragged into a place he would always refer to as Hell.
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3 Months Later
Velmaxis had spent one week in that hell Room 19 and when he had been brought back all he did was shiver, shake and curl up in a ball, his eyes never closed and darted around wildly. He was back in his room tied down with large leather straps crisscrossing over his body his body to hold him down and prevent him from getting loose. Proof that he was dangerous came when some poor unfortunate person had tried to pick him up, he had been mauled horribly and died shortly after missing a piece of his face and neck with several ribs either broken and or rearranged. Vel didn’t speak in all that time and his eyes never closed a few people came and went they to blood emptied vials of fluid into his blood stream through needles and sometime after taking the necessary precautions pried his mouth open and force fed him. The day came when Harald came to visit smiling and talking like they were good friends informing him of the entire project and how they had learned from him and tomorrow Vel would be killed and buried because they couldn’t afford for him to be noticed in the coming inspection.
Hours went by and seemed to slow down this would be his final night. Bits and pieces of his mind were starting to register with what he had heard. Death isn’t something you look forward to is it. What was that? There wasn’t anyone else in the room. If you want to live then come and find me. Here let me help you. The straps loosened and came free. If you leave then you have agreed to serve me understand that now there cannot be any mistake. Velmaxis was up in a second getting out of bed. For the first time he looked down at his body there were scars and marks all over him and he couldn’t tell the difference between the ones he had from the blast or the ones the devils had inflicted on him.
The door was open and the halls were empty. They were no windows just bricks and florescent lights. There were other cells each one stank horribly and the inhabitants varied some were quiet but most were filled with cries for help Vel ignored them for the most part. Turn Left then go down the hall. Vel continued in a daze wandering through the halls until the silent commands came and guided him in one direction or another. Eventually he came to a dead end and something began to appear tracing itself into the wall, a door with no knob or keyhole. Open it. Vel put his hand on the door first pushing at it then feeling for any crease of something to hold no to. Not like that. You’ve got a key feel for it, its here somewhere in this jumble. Vel continued to look at the door his face passive with his blood shot red eyes focusing on the door he didn’t know what to do.
Fine let me help you. Vel’s arm jerked up and something formed in his hand it didn’t seem to have any form it felt solid and glowed the tip pointing at the door, the light struck out touching the door before vanishing. The door clicked and swung open inside one man sat in his recliner wearing red armor. He put the glass in his hand down and stood up “ It’s about time I was starting to get bored. I am here to welcome you into the employ of the up and coming master of creation the ultimate god, Chaos.” He reached over and grabbed Vel’s hand shaking it quickly enthusiastically. “ Call me Bastion we’ll be working together.”
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao