Post by krelian on May 11, 2010 21:58:52 GMT -5
Krelian Dionychus
Hell must know there have been worse things I've done
I hold out these hands to receive the sum
Purge these days
Will we accept the things we must?
The world will now learn of change to come... or no world.
Full Name: Krelian Dionychus
Nicknames: Kre
Physical Age: 434
Date of Birth: Unknown
Hometown: Unknown
Current Residence: Wherever I May Roam
Occupation: Killer for hire.
Relationship Status: Single.
Character Type: Demi-God
Affiliations: Neutral
Gender: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey
Height: 6'
Weight: 110 lbs
Body Type: Horrifically skinny
Best Feature: Face
Worst Feature:The rest
Sexuality: Irrelevant, but probably straight.
Personal Style: Whatever he steals from his most recent victim... even if it's female oriented.
Face Claim: Christian Bale (IMPORTANT: Bale from The Machinist)
Abilities:
His sole ability rests upon his mystical gun, called The Specktrus. It can hold any kind of ammunition, depending on the type of creature he is encountering, and/or attempting to kill or protect himself against. Aside from that, for a Demi-God, he's a bit powerless.
Personality:
Krelian really has no personality. If you could picture a person who's been stripped of any emotion whatsoever, that would be Krelian. He's neither mean, nor nice, just withdrawn from society. But it stems from a burning inner hatred for all of mankind, a hatred he cannot work out.
The only time that Krelian smiles is after he succeeds in a contract kill. Money gets into his hands, and he's happy. Plus he gets pleasure in other people's unhappiness and suffering and torture, because he likes to see other people feel how he feels.
Likes: (At least 4)
• His gun
• Money
• Killing
• Despair
Dislikes: (At least 4)
• Happiness
• People
• Sunshine
• Did I mention people?
Strengths: (At least 4)
• Impeccable marksmanship
• High intelligence
• Assimilation
• Ability to be unseen...
Weaknesses: (At least 4)
• No agility or stamina
• Powerless without gun
• Frail body; any moderate physical beating can cause several months of immobility
• No defensive skills.
Mother: Alaska Djinn
Father: Hades
Siblings: None directly
Others: None directly
Bio:
Krelian was born via love affair between Hades, and an unknown demi-god prostitute by the name of Alaska. He was actually conceived in the Underworld when Hades had summoned for her services. She was summarily dispatched. Soon after, Hades had her killed for telling others of their illicit affair.
Krelian, the illegitimate child, has no recollection of his youth, upbringing, or anything in his first 334 years of life. He also has no knowledge of his origins. The last thing he remembers is waking up 100 years ago on the street of a city that no longer stands, holding a gun in his hand as if it were branded and a permanent appendage. From there he walked aimlessly for days, just staring at this shiny gun. He once encountered a werewolf, and shot the gun out of instinct, and it shot out a silver bullet. He has no idea where the gun came from, and how he came to obtain it, but it was at that point he decided to use it to his advantage.
Months later, he came about a poster asking for a murderer for hire. Krelian was immediately enthralled, and decided to encounter the inquisitor. It turned out a ruthless housewife wanted her husband's insurance money. Since reason and motive didn't concern Krelian, he took the case, and executed his task with no emotion, bringing the head of her husband to her lap. He was paid handsomely.
Later on, he had a dream, involving things he had no recollection of, and decided he needed to find out what the hell had happened in his past, why he was so consumed with hatred, where the gun came from, and what its actual meaning was. Hopefully he will figure this out.
RP Sample:
December 17, 2017
15:30
Lauren Stein suddenly felt a tear fall from her face...
"Raven..."
"What?"
Lauren leaned up to Raven's ear and gave her a whisper. Raven's black eyes went wide open, while her eyebrows slanted downward and inward toward her nose. She sunk her head and shook it, then sighed.
"I'll make it known."
Lauren walked away, still obviously shaken up. Raven made her way to the elevator, motioning for Jeremiah and Armand to follow her.
"We need to talk to the Silhouette right away. Something has happened."
"Let's go."
Jeremiah knocked on the door as the Silhouette gave his permission for entry. The suits allowed Raven to walk in first as Jeremiah then Armand followed.
"Raven. Is there a problem?"
"Lauren lost telepathic contact with Aphrodite Hinton. Apparently, some strange force entered our stronghold near the Empire State Building, where the secret basement is. It infiltrated. Aphrodite tried to use her power to subdue the would-be assassin, but it was to no avail. He choked her, and obliterated her nervous system, asking who was in charge of what she did. She mentioned my name, and then it all went silent."
"And?"
"And what? My name got fucking mentioned. They know who I am! Hello, I paralyzed that bitch Kim Lawson. This has to be a Meta-League response to the bombings."
"We both knew that would occur. However, I am a bit shocked that not everyone made it back from the mission. Send Jane and Snip. Find out what happened. Have them visit the stronghold, to see what carnage is there. Look, we already have Hinton's abilities in the database for Project Interlude. If she died, it's completely collateral. I'm sorry if my indifference is horrifying, but, this is who we are."
"Alright. I will send Jane and Snip. But damned if you don't follow through with what you promised me."
"A promise is a promise, Raven. Get to it now. Report back to me and tell me what happens."
Raven parted while Jeremiah and Armand sat down.
"You guys can go too. Oversee Raven to make sure her emotions don't go fucking haywire. Damn women, always crying and bitching."
Jeremiah and Armand left.
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"Snip. Jane. I need to see you both."
They both entered the Circle Four meeting room.
"Julia, I need a moment with these two. I take it the situation with Kirsty is all set?"
"Yes Miss Dykstra. The results are forthcoming to Jeremiah's office."
"Good, please leave us. I'll let you know when we're done... Alright you two, new mission. I received some disheartening news from Lauren only moments ago. If you two could investigate The Stronghold, find out what's there, and what happened, it would be great."
"Any particular reason why?"
"I told you, I received disheartening news. Besides, you're both smart. You'll figure it out just fine when you arrive if what I think happened actually did. Lauren will report to me as things occur. Be ready for anything."
"Fine. Snip, let's go."
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"Yes. We pissed someone off. Oopsie. It's four weeks away. Look, just make sure everything's set. It's time to be prepared. Well, activate your fucking mystical shield power you have going on that you never use, and use that. Nobody will infiltrate. Fine, fine, just do it ok?"
_________________________________________
Snip and Jane made their way down the street, nodding to random folks on the street, smiling, and giving the finger to the assholes. They made it to The Stronghold, and abandoned warehouse with a faded name on the top stating Humphrey's Steel, made with old style bricks, and wooden boards where windows once were. The spraypaint was beautiful.
They stepped inside and shielded their faces from the sawdust emanating from all corners. And then they saw the secret passageway to the basement was completely open and broken down. Snip and Jane raced down the stairs to see the carnage of Aphrodite's body.
"Holy fucking shit. She's been obliterated... It's like her body imploded, and it was such an implosion that everything was incinerated to nothing."
Back at Headquarters, Lauren was relaying all the information to Raven telepathically. Her tears were now readily free-flowing.
"What the hell could have done this. Let's see, it was Aphrodite... Lauren, where was she stationed?"
Raven sent the signal back to Lauren.
Technisoft
"Snip, there must have been a reason why she would come here. I bet some bloody ML pricks were patrolling in the direct pathway back to HQ. She must have gotten sidetracked to avoid an altercation. Little good that did. Maybe we should follow that pathway to see if any Meta League squads are still on patrol."
Do so.
"Let's go Snip. We have orders to kill any Meta League squads we see on the way there and on the way back."
They headed down the side streets and turned to a diagonal path toward Technisoft when they saw a patrol of 12.
"Snip, that must be them. I'm going to head towards them. Hide in the alley over there. I will lead them toward a more desolate area. You can then slit their bloody wrists. People might believe mass-suicide. Heaven's Gate part fucking 2. Let's do this."
And like clockwork, Jane led them to their inevitable endings, sending razorblade after razorblade into the wrists of each member of the patrol, and then sending secondary razorblades to their throats.
"Shall we make a collage?"
"Sure, let's hoist them up. Actually, I can do that just fine."
Jane stared at the now very deceased patrol squad as a whole, and forced her eyes upward, as the bodies rose from the ground.
"Actually, fuck suicide... Let's write a message. Snip, write a message. One letter per body."
Jane telekinetically removed their shirts as Snip's razorblade penmanship clearly spelled out Meta-League, one letter per body, including the dash.
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"Sir, the mission was successful. You think it looks like revenge?"
"Yes. We want them to think we give a damn. However, if they had an ounce of intelligence, they should know her death was fairly insignificant, but, what can I say? And stop eating brownies in front of me. I miss food. Oh, umm, have Raven send Jane on a continuous mission around the city for the day, to start eliminating Meta-League patrols. I miss the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I need some entertainment. The Ring 5? The Grudge 6? Pfft."
