forum The King Welcomes You~ Revive (Group RP, Closed, Mature, DEAD)

Started November 06, 2021 by @Serpentess health_and_safety language

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(LET THE CHAOS COMMENCE!)
(And yes, I am doing this guy again. Too bad Goldergon or Malcom aren't here to witness his return to power…)
(Also, we love you too, Balance, lmao! And now you know who it is!)

Name: Ereri Nyxan

Nicknames (if any): Nyx

Gender/Pronouns: He/him

Race: Dark half elf

Age: ~3.54 billion years old, give or take a couple centuries.

Appearance: A youthful humanoid, roughly 6 feet tall, 180 lbs., with dragon wings, horns coming up from their forehead and going back (kinda like dragon horns, except a bit longer and thinner), long, straight black hair, black scales covering some parts of their body, greyish-red skin and bloodred irises, with black eye "whites" and a second set of eyelids (like a cats). When he's in his "morphed" state, he looks like a 19 year old boy, roughly 7'5" tall, with long, black curly hair, whitish red skin, red eyes, no horns or wings. They gain the ability to "charmspeak" in this morphed state. (The name of the power literally tells you what it does.)

Personality: Charismatic, psychotic, unforgiving, confident (arrogance), ammoral, calculating, subtle, cold (when you know who/what he actually is), duplicitous, intolerant, morbid, obssesive, nihilistic, power hungry, predatory, sadistic, vindictive, cynical.

Powers (if any): Can change their appearance to be more apealling to people; has the ability to see motives; can manipulate/warp minds; they have a very messed up imagination.

Likes/Dislikes: He likes causing other extreme physical/mental/emotional pain, twisting words, betraying people. He dislikes annoyances of any sort (whether they be obstacles or people/entities), wasting words with people that don't matter.

Background: They came from an unwilling union between a dragon demon and a young dark elf woman. As he grew up, he was subject to much abuse from his mother and the other dark elves, and so, when he was 15, he realized he could manipulate people into doing what he wanted. He gathered everyone in the town square and had them start eating each other alive, laughing the whole time as everyone was screaming and crying for mercy and help. When one person was left, he healed her and told her that she could live. She looked at him, then started running. When she got far enough away, Nyx threw a dagger he'd been concealing the whole time and slashed one of her Achilles tendons. He then walked to where she was and proceeded to torture her for the next 4 days. When he was done, the corpse of his victim was nearly unrecognizable as the woman that had once been his mother. And so started Nyx's journey into a world darker than any had known existed.

Other: They hate talking about their past, and will torture and slowly kill anyone who asks.

(Also, let's just get this started again, lmao!)

Suddenly, Cassiels form starts to flicker, turning red and vapory then normal. She looks scared.

"Oh no… everyone, leave! My master comes! He… he…" her words fade out as the form of a person forms from a fine mist of blood a few feet away.

"No… no no no no… it's too late… brace yourselves. This is going to get gruesome…" she says, already walking backwards, away from the form.

Nyx appears a few feet away from Cassiel, grinning.

"Why hello, dear! What brings you to this hell forsaken place in the world, with a two crazy whores who can't stop fucking, two rulers cleverly disguising their true forms which both happen to be Great Old Ones themselves-and not very benevolent I might add-and a grey fuckface that gives zero fucks about any of you?" he says pleasntly, as though just talking about the weather.

"Ah, nevermind. I don't actually give a fuck about any of you!" he says, laughing cruelly. He disappers, and Cassiel starts contorting in pain, groaning.

Her face turns towards everyone briefly, and she manages to scream "RUN!" before a red mist envelopes her body.

(Me: Poor On’nyosh, still unconscious)

Tiamat sensed the arrival of Nyx. It had wondered when he would return. And, with those in the throne room too distracted to interrupt, it could continue its work.

The clouds stretched south, now nearly covering all of Ethrin. Thunder boomed and lightning flashed, but otherwise the sky was now as dark as a moonless night.

(Me: He won't be for long, lmao!)

Nyx looks up, using Cass's body as his own.

"Well… it starts. The end." they say, in a weird combination of tones and voices.

They suddenly transform into a dragon, taking flight, red lightning flashing down to the ground, red mist following them, spreading quickly.

Fools… all of them… Tiamat in particular… they think, planning Tiamat's slow death. And possibly Cassiels. Definitely everybody elses.

They circle back, their lightning flashing between everyone, including On'nyosh, who was still unconscious. Nyx feels Cass struggling weakly, her will not prepared for the strength of his.

Let… me… go! she shouts mentally, fighting.

No deal, Cassiel. The contract prevents you from fighting me with the power I gave you. he replies, still shocking her friends, slowly killing them. Watching them writhe on the ground.

Radiant watches this, horrified.

"Weren't you-" she starts to say, then stops, frozen in terror as Cassiel's form warps and changes, then watches the dragon fly off then circle back, screaming when the electricity hits her.

It shouldn't hurt this much… It's bypassing my- ugh. she thinks, barely even capable of doing so.

On’nyosh woke to, quite literally, shocking pain. He gasped and rolled onto his side, curling and trying to make himself a smaller target. That effort failed though and he abandoned it, instead searching for his hat.

As he moved, he caught a glimpse of a dragon in the throne room. A dragon! With red mist following it! Thoroughly startled, and now realizing where the lightning was coming from, he snatched his hat and tapped his heels together.

On’nyosh reappeared in his room, rolling onto his back and panting as the tingling pain took its sweet time to fade. He also realized that he had bitten his lip pretty bad in his confused flurry, as he tasted blood.

After a few minutes, On’nyosh tried to stand, but each attempt failed. Frustrated and still in agony, On’nyosh crawled into the center of the living room and opened a hatch hidden in the floor. He opened the chest stashed within, pulling out his armor.

Shakily, he donned it, putting his jester’s outfit back on over it. He then grabbed a small red horn from a side compartment.

“Alright. You want a fucking dragon, I’ll get a fucking dragon. Fuck… Cass is going to kill me for this,”On’nyosh gasped.

He tried to stand again, but only managed to climb to his knees. Sighing, he crawled into his bedroom and climbed up against the window. He managed to open it despite his shaky hands, and held the horn up, blowing into it three times.

“Now, come here, you fucking asshole. I know you heard my call,”On’nyosh hissed, staring out the window at the Alyiin Mountains.