Post by jestercarr13 on Oct 12, 2020 14:23:21 GMT
Name: None
Alias: Ceres Axantus
AKAs: Reaper, The Last Reaper, Bones
Physical Description
Ceres appears as a skeleton with integrated steel-like armour. In truth, he is made of neither bone nor metal as is commonly known, but of an unearthly material with extremely high levels of density and durability, not dissimilar to the levels of diamonds. The skeleton is humanoid, very similar to a base human, but much larger at around 8 feet tall. Some of the bones are slightly more jagged, sharp or barbed. The armour is present as: gauntlets that come halfway up Ceres' forearms; boots and greaves up to the knee joints; an ornate piece covering the hip bones with chain-mail like material hanging as a sash/skirt all around; an ornate piece covering most of the ribs, front and back with a small chain-mail cape; spiked shoulder and upper arm plates; a top-cap helmet with spiked and chain-mail "wings" and a chain-mail cowl drooping under his chin. The hollows of Ceres' eyes are most commonly hollow, but on occasion a dull spark of light that shift colour with his moods can be seen.
Psychological Description
Personality: Ceres is a supremely taciturn, stoic figure that you could easily confuse for a statue if he weren't moving. His species had never before developed speech, Ceres only did over a millennia alone let prolonged evolution and necessity take effect. Even so, he employs it in distinct mediation. He's a member of an honourable, but ruthless, warrior race that believe themselves dominant over the other species in their home nebula. Ceres is more humble now, at least in terms of superiority, but is supremely confident in his abilities, both inborn and honed. His honour is his drive and bond, and he seeks revenge and justice for what happened to his kind, and even the other kids of his home nebula, regardless of their previous relations.
Relationships: Ceres has few relationships. There are many that know of him, many that he has helped over the centuries, and many he has opposed. But there are very few worth even remotely significant mention.
Powers/Abilities: Ceres is a member of an alien race called the Reapers. They are a race of skeletal creatures that, as they mature, develop armour like growths of varying kinds. Ceres, like any other Reaper, is incredibly durable and strong, and despite having incredible mass and thus being very heavy, they are reasonably quick and agile in combat, displaying a natural instinct for both armed and unarmed combat. Every Reaper is capable of generating weapons from their person, made of the same materials as their bodies.
Ceres, however, is much older than any other known Reaper, as he is the last known Reaper in existence by a long margin, in which time he has evolved for lack of a better word. Reapers favour close quarter combat, as a matter of honour, but since exploring the wider universe, Ceres has learned how to generate more complex weapons like bows and arrows and crossbows. He can also directly fire off spines and spikes of bone and metal from his person. He has also developed the ability to drain energy from enemies, sucking away their life force through his open maw (which doesn't otherwise move, even if he is 'speaking'. Ceres has no organs like other physical beings. what can be considered a heart or mind is in fact a combination of both that is encased within his chest section, shielded in steel and bone. He can survive in the void of space and other vacuums or other severe conditions as he has no need to breath or maintain a regulated state of temperature or pressure. Most recently, Ceres has 'evolved' to be able to generate wings of bone, metal and chain-mail (that aesthetically resemble bat wings). The wings themselves, despite their materials and Ceres' own weight, do in fact seem to be what enables him to fly, or glide akin to a bit or perhaps a mythical dragon, but the physics behind this are not understood. Especially as they are able to propel him even in the vacuum of space. Many assume that there must be some form of energy output, perhaps in a similar vein to his ability to absorb it, but nothing of this sort as thus far been reliably detected or measured.
Weaknesses: Ceres is incredibly heavy, and large. This poses all of its own obvious problems. He is also supremely honourable in combat/conflict, and all other things, which can often put him at a disadvantage. He is, however, prone to choosing conflict over other forms of interaction/mediation; a natural instinct for his kind, actions speak louder than any words. This, similarly, can land him in quite hot water. The generation of his weapons from his body is not instantaneous. Some are much quicker than others, depending on size, source and fashion, but larger items can take more time and effort to amass.
Skills: Ceres is an incredibly able fighter. He has a natural instinct that gifts him with the talents and skills in combat many would train years to achieve with a variety of weapons, short and long range, as well as hand-to-hand. Due to the nature of his race, and the nature of constant feudal war in his home nebula, Ceres is also quite competently strategically and tactically minded.
Equipment: Ceres' only possessions are the weapons he generates from his own being. He does not need to have them pre-generated, but sometimes will for appearance or expediency.
Background: Ceres Axantus wasn't born with a name. His kind never needed them. They were a race of warriors, of soldiers, born as only skeletal beings that generate armour as they mature, depending on their prowess and talents. They did not speak, communicating through instinct and shared drive when necessary, and in constant war with five other races within their home nebula, the Hades Nebula. Their mortal enemies were the Phampyrrs, a race of parasitic humanoid creatures with no honour and vicious drive, endowed with strength beyond their physicality. They never allied with them. But over the centuries, they did have periods of alliances with the other races: Spektirrs, wraith-like phantoms in constant torture by their own unending existence; Xombiz, near mindless wretches that though they could be destroyed very easily, could never be killed and seemed to have unending numbers constantly pouring forth from their home planetoid, with an unending hunger for the carcasses of their enemies; Wharwulffs, seemingly honourless yet loyal when necessary, beasts of fur and muscle with incredible speed and agility; Wihczes, hags with the ability to manifest and manipulate mysterious energies at will.
They each possessed a single planetoid, or cluster of planetoids, at different corners of the nebula and constantly warred for supremacy. Until the Phampyrrs betrayed them all. They had found a way out of the nebula, something even the 'magics' of the Wihczes had not even achieved, and sought alliances with outside forces in trade for the rich resources within their nebula and the planetoids it shrouded. The Phampyrrs, armed with new might, tore through the nebula without mercy, the Xombiz falling first as their cluster of broken planetoids were swallowed up by alien technologies that invaded in the chaos, consumed for their natural resources. The Wharwulff's fell next, followed shortly by the Spektirrs and the Wihczes. The Reapers fought to the last, until the creature that would become Ceres was the last. The aliens consumed his home even as he was cast from it by the wicked weaponry the Phampyrrs now possessed.
He was flung into the mists of the nebula, watching his planetoid crumble in the maw of the alien's massive warship, but lost sight of everything else before he knew the ultimate fate of the Phampyrrs, their planetoid, or the nebula as a whole. He floated through space, alone and abandoned, for decades, centuries.
It was a merchant skiff that found him first, mistaking him for a carcass still encased in valuable armour, or some kind of morbid, ornate statue. After so many years in the deep void of space, the creature had retreated into some form of hibernation, frozen solid. It was only when the merchant attempted to take a plasma torch to him that he awoke, snatched away the tool, and buried it in the creature's chest. It burned up from the inside out before the creature had realised where he was and what was happening.
The rest of the crew thought wisely, and gave the creature its space. They attempted to communicate with it, and miraculously, the creature was able to slowly assimilate their language, and produce it back. They told him they had found him adrift in space, and he told them... a version of his history, as he understood it. The crew did not particularly miss the member of their crew that the creature had killed, and joked about him being the bastard's replacement, giving it the scrapper's name: Ceres Axantus. Ceres took it. But he did not stay for long.
He alighted their craft the next time they touched down planet-side, and began his self-made mission of discovering who the Phampyrrs had brought to their nebula, and what had ultimately become of them and all the others. The Phampyrrs would pay for their dishonourable behaviour, and the others, even those of the other races, would be avenged. Of course, Ceres had nothing and nowhere to begin... so much time had passed, there weren't even rumours floating around about what had happened. Occasionally, he would stumble upon some form of myth, legend or folk-tale that may have been born from that day... but often, it proved not to be. But some gave him pieces, pointed him in directions, and slowly more and more came together over many more years.
In his travels, his quest has brought him across the paths of others needing justice, revenge, or simply assistance. His code of honour, as well as an evolved state of mind for his kind, has dictated he be of service to them. Or indeed, to bring down those that he found to be opressing or abusing others.
Alias: Ceres Axantus
AKAs: Reaper, The Last Reaper, Bones
Physical Description
Ceres appears as a skeleton with integrated steel-like armour. In truth, he is made of neither bone nor metal as is commonly known, but of an unearthly material with extremely high levels of density and durability, not dissimilar to the levels of diamonds. The skeleton is humanoid, very similar to a base human, but much larger at around 8 feet tall. Some of the bones are slightly more jagged, sharp or barbed. The armour is present as: gauntlets that come halfway up Ceres' forearms; boots and greaves up to the knee joints; an ornate piece covering the hip bones with chain-mail like material hanging as a sash/skirt all around; an ornate piece covering most of the ribs, front and back with a small chain-mail cape; spiked shoulder and upper arm plates; a top-cap helmet with spiked and chain-mail "wings" and a chain-mail cowl drooping under his chin. The hollows of Ceres' eyes are most commonly hollow, but on occasion a dull spark of light that shift colour with his moods can be seen.
Psychological Description
Personality: Ceres is a supremely taciturn, stoic figure that you could easily confuse for a statue if he weren't moving. His species had never before developed speech, Ceres only did over a millennia alone let prolonged evolution and necessity take effect. Even so, he employs it in distinct mediation. He's a member of an honourable, but ruthless, warrior race that believe themselves dominant over the other species in their home nebula. Ceres is more humble now, at least in terms of superiority, but is supremely confident in his abilities, both inborn and honed. His honour is his drive and bond, and he seeks revenge and justice for what happened to his kind, and even the other kids of his home nebula, regardless of their previous relations.
Relationships: Ceres has few relationships. There are many that know of him, many that he has helped over the centuries, and many he has opposed. But there are very few worth even remotely significant mention.
Powers/Abilities: Ceres is a member of an alien race called the Reapers. They are a race of skeletal creatures that, as they mature, develop armour like growths of varying kinds. Ceres, like any other Reaper, is incredibly durable and strong, and despite having incredible mass and thus being very heavy, they are reasonably quick and agile in combat, displaying a natural instinct for both armed and unarmed combat. Every Reaper is capable of generating weapons from their person, made of the same materials as their bodies.
Ceres, however, is much older than any other known Reaper, as he is the last known Reaper in existence by a long margin, in which time he has evolved for lack of a better word. Reapers favour close quarter combat, as a matter of honour, but since exploring the wider universe, Ceres has learned how to generate more complex weapons like bows and arrows and crossbows. He can also directly fire off spines and spikes of bone and metal from his person. He has also developed the ability to drain energy from enemies, sucking away their life force through his open maw (which doesn't otherwise move, even if he is 'speaking'. Ceres has no organs like other physical beings. what can be considered a heart or mind is in fact a combination of both that is encased within his chest section, shielded in steel and bone. He can survive in the void of space and other vacuums or other severe conditions as he has no need to breath or maintain a regulated state of temperature or pressure. Most recently, Ceres has 'evolved' to be able to generate wings of bone, metal and chain-mail (that aesthetically resemble bat wings). The wings themselves, despite their materials and Ceres' own weight, do in fact seem to be what enables him to fly, or glide akin to a bit or perhaps a mythical dragon, but the physics behind this are not understood. Especially as they are able to propel him even in the vacuum of space. Many assume that there must be some form of energy output, perhaps in a similar vein to his ability to absorb it, but nothing of this sort as thus far been reliably detected or measured.
Weaknesses: Ceres is incredibly heavy, and large. This poses all of its own obvious problems. He is also supremely honourable in combat/conflict, and all other things, which can often put him at a disadvantage. He is, however, prone to choosing conflict over other forms of interaction/mediation; a natural instinct for his kind, actions speak louder than any words. This, similarly, can land him in quite hot water. The generation of his weapons from his body is not instantaneous. Some are much quicker than others, depending on size, source and fashion, but larger items can take more time and effort to amass.
Skills: Ceres is an incredibly able fighter. He has a natural instinct that gifts him with the talents and skills in combat many would train years to achieve with a variety of weapons, short and long range, as well as hand-to-hand. Due to the nature of his race, and the nature of constant feudal war in his home nebula, Ceres is also quite competently strategically and tactically minded.
Equipment: Ceres' only possessions are the weapons he generates from his own being. He does not need to have them pre-generated, but sometimes will for appearance or expediency.
Background: Ceres Axantus wasn't born with a name. His kind never needed them. They were a race of warriors, of soldiers, born as only skeletal beings that generate armour as they mature, depending on their prowess and talents. They did not speak, communicating through instinct and shared drive when necessary, and in constant war with five other races within their home nebula, the Hades Nebula. Their mortal enemies were the Phampyrrs, a race of parasitic humanoid creatures with no honour and vicious drive, endowed with strength beyond their physicality. They never allied with them. But over the centuries, they did have periods of alliances with the other races: Spektirrs, wraith-like phantoms in constant torture by their own unending existence; Xombiz, near mindless wretches that though they could be destroyed very easily, could never be killed and seemed to have unending numbers constantly pouring forth from their home planetoid, with an unending hunger for the carcasses of their enemies; Wharwulffs, seemingly honourless yet loyal when necessary, beasts of fur and muscle with incredible speed and agility; Wihczes, hags with the ability to manifest and manipulate mysterious energies at will.
They each possessed a single planetoid, or cluster of planetoids, at different corners of the nebula and constantly warred for supremacy. Until the Phampyrrs betrayed them all. They had found a way out of the nebula, something even the 'magics' of the Wihczes had not even achieved, and sought alliances with outside forces in trade for the rich resources within their nebula and the planetoids it shrouded. The Phampyrrs, armed with new might, tore through the nebula without mercy, the Xombiz falling first as their cluster of broken planetoids were swallowed up by alien technologies that invaded in the chaos, consumed for their natural resources. The Wharwulff's fell next, followed shortly by the Spektirrs and the Wihczes. The Reapers fought to the last, until the creature that would become Ceres was the last. The aliens consumed his home even as he was cast from it by the wicked weaponry the Phampyrrs now possessed.
He was flung into the mists of the nebula, watching his planetoid crumble in the maw of the alien's massive warship, but lost sight of everything else before he knew the ultimate fate of the Phampyrrs, their planetoid, or the nebula as a whole. He floated through space, alone and abandoned, for decades, centuries.
It was a merchant skiff that found him first, mistaking him for a carcass still encased in valuable armour, or some kind of morbid, ornate statue. After so many years in the deep void of space, the creature had retreated into some form of hibernation, frozen solid. It was only when the merchant attempted to take a plasma torch to him that he awoke, snatched away the tool, and buried it in the creature's chest. It burned up from the inside out before the creature had realised where he was and what was happening.
The rest of the crew thought wisely, and gave the creature its space. They attempted to communicate with it, and miraculously, the creature was able to slowly assimilate their language, and produce it back. They told him they had found him adrift in space, and he told them... a version of his history, as he understood it. The crew did not particularly miss the member of their crew that the creature had killed, and joked about him being the bastard's replacement, giving it the scrapper's name: Ceres Axantus. Ceres took it. But he did not stay for long.
He alighted their craft the next time they touched down planet-side, and began his self-made mission of discovering who the Phampyrrs had brought to their nebula, and what had ultimately become of them and all the others. The Phampyrrs would pay for their dishonourable behaviour, and the others, even those of the other races, would be avenged. Of course, Ceres had nothing and nowhere to begin... so much time had passed, there weren't even rumours floating around about what had happened. Occasionally, he would stumble upon some form of myth, legend or folk-tale that may have been born from that day... but often, it proved not to be. But some gave him pieces, pointed him in directions, and slowly more and more came together over many more years.
In his travels, his quest has brought him across the paths of others needing justice, revenge, or simply assistance. His code of honour, as well as an evolved state of mind for his kind, has dictated he be of service to them. Or indeed, to bring down those that he found to be opressing or abusing others.