~bellatrix~ (reboot)

Time to join this ride:

Spoiler

Formalities:
Name - Calls himself 'Scurra'
Gender - Seemingly Male
Age - Unknown, says the beginning of time
Race - Unknown, Jester?

Basic Description:
Height - 8ft3
Weight - Unknown
Skin - Extremely Pale.
Hair - Extremely short, jet black hair.
Eyes - Huge, takes up most of his face. Pupils are also extremely dilated, seeming to take up most if not all of his eyes.
Chin/Nose/Cheeks - Sharp, angular.
Physique - Lean, somewhat toned.
Special/Distinguishing Features - Four horns grown outwards in what resembles the shape of a fool's hate; two of them being entirely black, two being lust red. They each measure roughly 40cm in length.
Clothing -
In the light, he wears a jet black blazer over a black undercoat and a carmine shirt with black runic symbols all around. On his head is a simple rabbit-felt, black fedora. His lower half is covered by plain tailored trousers coloured similarly to the blazer and finally plain black boots. His horns are not visible.

In the dark, his horns may clearly be seen, regardless of lighting due to a faint glow; the torso section of a black monk's cowl adorned with red stars and long black sleeves reaching down to his wrists; white fingerless gloves showing his slender, long fingers; tight, dark red breeches; and simple black boots with the tips curling backwards and ending with a small bell; a red ball where his nose should be.

Personality:
Generally - Unknown
Likes - Unknown
Dislikes - Unknown
Relationships - None

Tools/Weaponory:
Death's Feather - A curved bone dagger with symbols engraved on the blade and hilt; stained red from the blood of others and his own.

Limitations:
Too much light;
Day-time in general


Abilities:
Supreme control over all Dark Arts and Chaotic Magic.


Background Story/Interesting Facts:

His victims tend to either have their oral commissures hooked to the ear closest to their respective sides (left oral commisure to the left ear, and the right commisure to the right) and their lips sliced in half, forcing them into a permanent, toothy smiles.

His victims generally have runes carved into their body. Some call this a sacrifice, others a marking.

He ran his blade gently across his victim's throat, the petite action causing the flesh to slice open rather than tear. Scurra wiggled a finger, the body limply raising off ground as if being physically lifted. He reached into the now visible throat and lower down, grabbing hold of the vocal folds within. Slowly he cut and jabbed holes into the elastic fibers of which composed the folds. Upon completion, he pulled out, whispering a low, growling incantation and carving an "Ṏ" in various places around the body. To off the masterpiece, he pulled two hooks from seemingly out of thin air, stabbing one through the female's left oral commisure and hooking it through the tringular fossa of the left ear, then repeating the process on the right side. Grinning madly, he continued his incantation, now becoming a loud chant as he brought the blade to his palm and created a large, bleeding gash. Holding it over his victim's still open throat wound, he allowed the blood to flow, initially sealing the previously fatal wound, then seeping through the body and giving it life.

Scurra took a step back, his ritual blade now out of sight and enjoyed the view of his creation. He clapped, the force previously holding up the body letting it fall. A few moments later, the body stood up and attempted to produce a sound, the pitch of the voice a comedic high. Scurra nodded whilst 'speaking', Go, my child. Spread the word of your God. I have come back to take what is rightfully mine.

The girl's body limped for a few seconds, breaking out into a fully fledged run. Her travel path lay directly in line of collision with the group of which had previously been fighting. Her arms swayed in an out of control fashion.

 

Hey, she said something! I think that's progress.
"Hmm, the answer is kind of complicated. But let's just say..."
I give her a wry grin.
"We're here to rescue a damsel in distress and pick up a certain stolen artifact for the king! And if anyone can pull it off, it's me and my crew of pirates. We may just be starting out but we're already becoming one of the best, bravest and most noble crews to ever sail the seas! I can feel it in my bones."
I can't help but smile widely as pride swells up in my chest. They're good men...each and every one of them.

Just then, I notice that there seems to be some commotion going on nearby. Hmm...hopefully it's nothing serious. I notice a few of my men moving to investigate, so I'm sure they'll let me know what's going on if things take a turn for the worst. Which wouldn't really be surprising with the way things have gone so far.

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Mordred slowly stirred back to consciousness and moaned as he sat up. He slowly opened his eyes and looked to Martyris who was casting healing magic on him and talked to him in a low, groggy voice.
"Ah...my thanks."
He then looked to Leif and spoke up a little louder.
"Trinity...?"

Leif looked down to the cat still nestled in his arms.
"Safe, sound and sleeping peacefully."

Mordred nodded and looked next to him where he saw Vixie, having the distinct feeling that she was watching over him while he was unconscious. When he spoke up this time, his voice was even clearer than before, soon returning to normal as he spoke.
"You stayed by my side? Hmm...an ultimately unnecessary gesture, but appreciated nonetheless."
He slowly got up to his feet, staggering a few times as he found his balance. He then sheathed Apocrypha and looked to Martyris once again.
"I will be back to fighting strength soon enough. In the meantime, we should return right away."

 

The wolf girl sniffed the air a few times and then rushed off after Leon's men. The air was thick with the scent of blood... human blood. As she bounded around the corner she caught sight of the bleeding female. Two more steps and she launched herself through the air, tackling the wounded woman. With the horrible look of a predator in her eyes, she opened her fanged mouth wide and leaned down to take a bite of sweet flesh.

 

The woman looked into the wolf girl's eyes, grinning madly, "Killing me won't stop our lord! He's coming, y'know? I'd suggest you run. Run and hide. Or join him! He will give you power beyond belief!"

 

OOT: waiting for a small group of people to go and check out what Nej is doing to intro my character.

 

OOT: May I have an update? Sorry I haven't posted in so long...my illness likes to get the better of me

 

OOT: Ahh, sorry to hear that. What's the last thing you remember in the RP? I'll try to do a quick recap from there.


"Wait, hold on! Where are you going?!"
All of a sudden, the girl takes off like a lightning bolt! I try to call out to her, but she's already run off.
"So much for that...I thought things were going pretty well, too."
Just then, I can hear the commotion nearby getting louder. It's gotten to a point where I should really look into it now. As a matter of fact, wasn't she going that way...?

I get up and run to where all the noise is coming from and see...oh, no. It looks like the new girl pounced on someone and...is she trying to eat her or something?!
"Whoa, what do you think you're doing?!"
I run up to them and try to pull New Girl off of her "prey." What is she, anyhow? I say "try" because she's a lot stronger than she looks. I'll have to try talking her down.
"Come on, get a hold of yourself! I don't know how things go back where you come from, but around here we DON'T EAT PEOPLE!"

 

"Well not when they aren't supposed to be alive or in control anyways. The girl not the werewolf." Zerron said as he came up to where the wolf girl and the crazy sounding girl where.
he looked at her for a moment and thought to himself. The flame ninja took out one of his rune infused knifes and pinned her arm to the ground with it with care so he didn't nick one of her arteries. He did the same with her other arm just to be on the safe side.
" Sorry about that, but I don't want to take any chances with you. Can never really tell just how crazy a cult can be, especially with all of this demonic energy in here" Zerron smiled a little as he created and sent a few small fireballs to get a better since of what kind of demonic powers they where dealing with. He looked back at Leon and chuckled.
"Our wolf friend most likely noticed something real dark within this one, and she would have been right to bite her head off. She was begging for it anyways. It could have saved us some trouble as well." Zerron got up and looked down onto the girl, his hand on another one of his rune inscribed knives just in case. He was sure the knives influence would be plenty with the runes they had on them. But hey, you never know. He looked down onto the girl and chuckled sarcastically.
"So, If your so called 'lord and savior' was so powerful, then why does he send a puppet to do his bidding then? Or followers that need to be sacrificed in such a way to be used as such weak weapons? " Zerron waited for a reaction. Ether from her or from near by. someone had to have sent her out, right? Zerron started to speak louder in an attempt to draw the caster out. He could make out freshly scarred runes on her body so he must be nearby.

"Oh what is your great lords grand intentions? What does he have in mind for this glorious day? Is it a good plan? "

 

Scurra appeared in a light green cloud, "Well you see... The slowest cattle is the first to die, and we can only ever be as strong as our weakest member. Sometimes the weakest," he motioned towards the girl on the floor of which was now violently shaking, blood tricking from the sides of her mouth and from her ears, "have to be removed." He hovered a few metres off the ground.

 

Oot: is everyone in an open field?

 

Zerron watched as the girl viloently shook. "A rather drastic way to get rid of the weak, don't you think? I would have just told her to go back and find something else to do."
Zerron looked at the person who had appeared. great, not only are we dealing with someone versed with the dark arts but someone who's versed with wise riddles... Zerron thought to himself as he took a good look at this new player on the field. He looked tall and skinny, but never less looked liked a cross between a court jester and a dark magician.

oh great, a dark jester. just what this quest needed.

"But those slowest cattle can be of value as well. Anyways whats the point to strength when your just going to sacrifice the weak?"

OOT: My understanding at this point is that we're in a huge cavern.

 

Oot I'll wait till you're all outside of the cavern. No way a Dragon is gonna fit.

 

OOT: I'm just going to use Vixie from now on...since I've forgotten most of what I intended to do with Arisa.

Vixie, walked slowly into the room, in her half fox/half human form. She appeared to be exhausted...as if she had been fighting to the near point of exhaustion.
"The weak can be made strong, and the strong can have their strength sapped from them." Vixie spoke in a low tone. "The strong preying on the weak, makes them nothing more than the demons and monsters that we fight." She gripped her bow tightly in her shaking hand. She moved her red-ish eyes towards the 'new person'. "So tell me this," Vixie pulled an arrow from her quiver; "are you a monster to be defeated," she readied the arrow to fire; "or are you one of the strong, who protects the weak?" She aimed her arrow towards the 'new person'.

 

I should have noticed it before, but now...the dark magic surrounding the area is too thick to ignore since this jester showed up. I slowly get back up and look towards Vixie.
"I think he's made it perfectly clear what he thinks of others."
I then look back to the jester, staring him down. I don't even try to hide my disgust with him.
"He's the kind of person who thinks of others as pawns. The strong ones get to keep serving him. The weak ones are sacrificed for his ambitions. Something like that, right?"
I clench my fists.
"That kind of thinking never did sit well with me. In fact, I would never call someone "strong" if they can only see others as tools in their quest for power. People like that think they're strong, but they're so focused on themselves that they end up all alone on top of their mighty throne...but if you're alone, you're always vulnerable. It's only a matter of time before someone even stronger than you kicks you off of that throne."
I begin to focus power into my hands, just in case things take a turn for the worst.
"Now, I think it's about time someone answered Zerron's question. What are your intentions, anyhow?"

 

Scurra chuckled loudly, "You can't beat a being with nothing left to lose." He waved his hand outwards, pieces of loose rock around them flying upwards and towards himself. At about a metres length, they began assembling - crashing into each other... merging.
Within a few seconds, a makeshift chessboard stay afloat, pieces and all. He swiped his hand forward again, "You are very correct. The pawns are only there to be sacrificed... in your stories it was always for the greater good but in reality, it's to cleanse the worlds of overpopulation." The pawns moved forward on the chessboard, coming into contact with each other and splitting apart into miniature figures... people. Each square on the chessboard contained its own mini war. All around them visions echoed, each mini war being projected outwards. Harmless, but perfect to show what was happening. Death. Sorrow. Pain. "As they die, there is place for more."

"Next come the bishops. Holy wars. All the weak minded are eliminated. Their beliefs gone alongside them." The bishops moved as if on queue, colliding and resulting in a similar action as the pawns had. The wars these times being fought much more bloody than before.

"Then you send out the knights. The most glorified of them all yet just as worthless as any other." The knights all moved in their familiar patterns, connecting with each other to break apart into thousands of tiny pieces.

"And then, my personal favourite, the rooks. The uncared veterans. They've been through this all before yet they're forced into it again." The rooks move forward, colliding soon after.

"Up until this point, it's all good and dandy. But then you don't see the treachery, the betrayal. A loose cannon, refusing to follow orders sets everything ablaze." Seemingly out of nowhere, a pawn moves to collide with the queen. This is mirrored on the other side of the board. "And then the most important part of any war is gone. The reason."

"This leaves only one man standing - the king." Scurra clenches his fist, the board crumbling away to fine granules of dust.
In truth, he simply showed them his timeline. The battles he hosted and the life he once lived... He doubted they'd figure that out.

"In your eyes, I am a monster to be defeated." He slowly lowers and touches the ground, still towering over the others. "Except you're forgetting one thing. I am the worst monster you will ever battle. I care for none. So I give you this one chance, one opportunity."

He raises his hands, his entire body glowing a light shade of green. All around them the cavern starts to rumble, loose pieces of rocks, stalactites, and boulders slamming down around them. Flames erupt around his fingertips, illuminating the area greatly. His voice echoes throughout the cavern, a booming monotonous voice, "Join me and I will give you power beyond your wildest dreams. Join me and you will rule like kings and queens. Join me and you will be UNSTOPPABLE" He grinned from ear to ear, laughing manically.

 

"For a dark jester, you do put on a good show. As for seeing you as a monster that needs to be defeated, eh I'm not too sure about that just yet. I've run into many dark art users in my travels and so far I'm not seeing a threat. But also I'm pretty sure that there's far more worse in a place like this. I mean why would you show us something like that timeline of yours? " Zerron started to roll a small flame around his hand as he was talking. He was also thinking about reasons why he would show all of that to them.
"Must have been something to it, an I right? "

 

"Hmph? Oh no no. T'was simply an example. Now then, are any of you joining me?" He waited...

 

Hexy couldn’t help but feel somewhat apprehensive of the clearly-evil demon jester clown monster thing. “Errr... no offence, mister psycho clown guy, but we’re currently, um, rescuing a princess from the dungeons here, so... no, sorry, but just no.”
Vizard and Gizzard couldn’t help but nod in agreement, sidling closer to Hexy just in case.
Savvie closed one eye, a habit he had when confronted by something odd. “Strange thing, ain’t you?” Jeru tried to get closer to Scurra but Savvie grabbed him by his collar. “Nope, we’re with the girl on this one.” Jeru nodded in agreement, though he was staring at Scurra with something like fascination.
Luceforvis had one hand on her cutlass, clearly creeped out.
Stake was remarkably unfazed, though it was possible he didn’t have the autonomy of mind required to be fazed.
Briarle was trembling with something akin to both reverence and terror, and she huddled behind Savvie, peeping out at Scurra over his shoulder.
Brisk drew back an arrow on his bow-string, not aiming it at Scurra but having it to hand just in case things got violent. Hailbird seemed to be genuinely thinking it over, before shaking his head. “I am afraid our group are currently engaged, my fine sir, so I must regretfully decline!”
The pirates were all practically hugging one another in fear, and the captain crossed his chest repeatedly, murmuring various holy words.

Martyris... what the hell is that?!
Oh, by the All-Queen... I hate this guy.

“SCURRA!” The voice echoed throughout the cavern. “Haven’t you got better things to do than float around and pull out party tricks?” Martyris and Mordred strode from the darkness of the cavern, and Martyris did not look pleased. “Seriously. I’m free for less than a day and out of all the demigods in all the world and all the grand wide open universe, YOU are the first I run into. The All-Queen must really hate me today...” He folded Tyrcestus’s arms, completely unafraid. “King Scurra. Damned King Scurra. Scurra, the Traitor of the Flesh, Scurra the Deranged, Scurra the Tyrant of Cruelty Unmatched.” A mocking smile spread across his face. “My personal favourite? Scurra the Coward.”

Is it... wise to be mocking him?
No, not really. He’s one of the most powerful demigods ever to exist, and by far one of the most crazy, especially as he doesn't need a human host and can manifest freely.
...Then why are you mocking him?!
Because as demigods go, this guy is genuinely detestable. Get this – he once was a human who became a demigod. Don’t ask me how, no-one but him knows and he isn’t telling anyone.
That’s... crazy.
Yes, but here’s the worst part – once he became a demigod, he sided against the humans in the war!
What war?
...Oh, I’m going to need to bring you all up to speed with that...

 

Vixie's ears pointed towards the 'monster...jester...demigod?', the fur on her tail began to rise in frustration, fear...she wasn't quite sure which...and even if she had the energy for another transformation, this room would not be big enough to hold her, and everyone else. "No." She growled lowly. Though she wanted to fire her arrow, she doubted it would make its target before retaliation.

 

Zerron could not believe what he was hearing from Martyris.
"Wait? Not only is he a dark jester? But a dark jester demigod?!? When did we leave the first floor?!" Zerron was a little frustrated as to how things where unfolding, and you could tell he was at how the flame he was playing with flickered and grew. He wasn't about to let Martyris have all the fun. He took a step towards Scurra and tossed the flame he was playing with into the air. When he caught it it had grown into a small fireball. he laughed and chuckled as he finally connected the dots.

"You know, I think I'm finally making a connection here. those where your memories, weren't they? Man, I'm glad my minds still sharp... But example or not in my experience there's not many ways to pull off those type of illusions so vividly. Hearing those nicknames after seeing all that makes me wonder if your really found of those 'memories' of yours. well I think I might know the answer to that..... but I do have an answer to your own question." Zerron drew out a couple of his throwing knives as he started to answer.

"Everyone else is right. We're kind of tied up in a very important quest right now that may or may not determine the fate of our world. Isn't that right Sean? Sean? "


Sean is nowhere to be found. He decided to follow his elemental instinct and went ahead of the group. With his speed he could at least scout ahead and see how much farther it was to the next floor or possibly find shortcuts to make things go faster. As lighting always does, it tends to take the path of least resistance. For him the lightning blade was sending out a faint signature. it wasn't strong enough for him to find exactly where it was, but it gave him a good way point as to where to go. He didn't want to go too far ahead, just in case the group got into trouble. He was sensing some pretty dark energy, but he couldn't tell what intents it had.

Zerron sighed as he looked around.
" Uh.... yeah I'm sure he'll catch up soon enough. Anyways not wanting to make this long so, grew up learning how to control the element of fire, learned how to fight off huge demons, and I was also trained as a ninja." as Zerron said this he charged up his throwing knives "Oh and did I mention that I was born into a flame ninja clan?"
After he said that, he threw his fireball in the air and within a blink on an eye drew his dagger out and slashed at the fireball. This caused his blade to become enveloped in flames and shaped themselves around his crimson dagger.
"So in other words.... Screw your dark arts Demi-coward! I'm a Ninja! Not much can stop me as it is already... Even without my knowledge of runes and demonic arts. "

Zerron started to think to himself as he grinned. At least it's good to know I'm not the only one who's insulting this over dramatic court jester.