The Inquisitor

[Peter Emile]

It dawned on me there were some things that were... Missing, from his sheet, after I played him a bit. They have been coloured in Crimson. I also cleaned up my tagging a bit.

Full Name: Peter James Warren Emile

Codename: Inquisitor

Nicknames: None.

Gender: Male

Age: 25

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PHYSICALS:

Height: 6'4”

Weight: 200 lbs

Hair Color: Venetian Red

Eye Color: Malachite Green

Scars, Birthmarks, Tattoos or other identifying marks: None

Any other important things to note about the physical character: Peter's hands are encased in platinum/iridium alloy gauntlets. He has great difficulty removing them. The alloy is paper-thin, and gloves can be worn over them without issue. These gauntlets have a noticeable weight to them, which while Peter has adapted to it, still add some heft to any unarmed attacks he makes using them.

Face Claim: Selavis; Noise -Voice of Snow-

Physical Skills:

Alertness: 2

Cooking: 4

Dodge: 2

Drive: 2

Nihonto (Japanese Swords): 2

Singing: 3

Stealth: 2

Tracking: 2

(19 Physical Skills)

Physical Weaknesses:

Jeep Doors: It is the damndest thing, no matter what the situation, it always seems to be that if Peter is trying to avoid a Jeep Door, it will hit him in the chest, edge first. Armour will shatter, Force fields crumble, and walls will fall. The universe just hates Peter in that tiny little way, and will ensure that he takes the door to the chest, just like last time.

Allergies: Peter is allergic to roses, every part of them, and when he makes skin contact, he suffers from a burning irritation on his skin, like he has been exposed to a harsh chemical. If he were to ingest it, such as in the case of a rose oil, he would be sickened, and nauseous, with the strong possibility of needing to visit the lavatory to go read through a large book amongst other unpleasantness. Rose oils that have been diluted with other elements, have less pronounced effects.

Poor Eyesight: Peter is rather nearsighted. While his glasses have the corrective effect, if he is deprived of them, he does not have spares. Peter, without any corrective effects, is blind past about sixty feet, and blurry past thirty. He loses detail at ten.

Delicate Constitution: Peter got the crap end of the stick on the whole gastrointestinal thing. This has been the cause of woe in his life for much of it, and it followed him to Eden, meaning he gets to ‘enjoy’ the misery here too. He went to Japan because he can appreciate the Fish and Vegetables/Fruit diet more than most.

First and foremost, Peter has problems with red meat. It makes him gassy, and generally it does not nice things to his body. And when I say gassy, I mean, there will be no respite from it. It will stink, and it will linger. There is no noise, just death.

Secondly, Lactose. It is Peter’s foe. You thought it was bad with red meat? Holy Highfather, you have not experienced it with Milk. Peter looks at Milk the way some of us look at rattlesnakes. With fear, terror, and horror.

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SOCIALS:

From Marvel (Canon), if so, What “World” or Comic, or Story arch if possible?: Original Character

Nationality, Religion, feelings about religion: Canadian, Catholic, ...Unique (Specified in Personality)

Languages Spoken: English, French, Japanese, Latin, Hebrew, Norse, German... He is a true polyglot. No one has ever tested it.

Class in Society, Education: Has multiple Doctorates and Master degrees. Was independently wealthy in his own world.

Occupation: Former Agent of Chaos

Family Details: None worth mentioning. They are a world away, and most of them died in an explosion. Celeste, the cousin he loved, is... Was. His enemy. She fought against Chaos in the end. But she loved him, and he loved her. There is great comfort in that.

Additional Social Information: None

Social Skills:

Debate: 4

Instruction: 2

Psychology: 4

Subterfuge: 2

Theology: 3

(15 social skills)

Social Weaknesses:

Devil-May-Care attitude: Because of some inherent narcissism [See Elitist], as well as an inherent boredom, Peter will go out of his way to do things to amuse himself. Peter’s good nature means he will do everything in his power to mitigate the damage, but he is still being an impish ass.

Elitist: Peter is a genius. And that means that if someone is talking to him, he is going to show it, as he naturally does. He does not, and frankly, CAN NOT dumb himself down without great difficulty when dealing with people who lack his… Excessive… amount of learning. (Being able to use Google? Will help a lot with this guy.) And the fact that he often gets frustrated when he is dealing with people who can not keep up? Well… That tends to rub others the wrong way.

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MENTALS:

Personality: Peter can bind wildly disparate factions together by sheer virtue of the kindness he practices, and his willingness to find a middle ground. He is a negotiator, and a loyal friend. Peter's flaw comes in his recklessness, he places little to no value on his life. He is willing, and capable of staring down snipers, psychopaths, goddesses, and magicians, and charging into the fray without fear.

Peter's religious beliefs are simple. He knows there are an infinite number of gods, and does his best not to tread on their toes, while holding to his own ideals. He loves deeply, cares for others, and wants to make the world a safe, happy place. To not live in such a world is worse than the concept of dying for him, and so he wishes to bring such a world into being.

Fears and Phobias: Peter has no fear. At all. He has stared down snipers trying to kill him, stood up to the police forces of multiple nations, fought heroes far more powerful than he, and in every respect, he walked into battle with the same cocky smirk, and warm demeanor. Peter Emile fears nothing.

Except boredom. That, that terrifies him. He has to occupy himself, has to do something, do anything to get himself engaged in the world. If he stays bored long enough, it’s going to swallow him whole, and leave him lost in a world he does not know. Boredom saps the mind, destroying it.

Mental Skills / Knowledges:

Academics: 5

Investigation: 4

Law: 3

Occult: 4

Research: 4

Scan: 4

Search: 4

Sciences: 5 Peter has studied an array of sciences, basically anything he could get his hands on. He is a polymath genius.

Sense Deception: 4

Speed Reading: 4

Writing: 4

(45 mental skills)

Mental Weaknesses:

Deep Sleeper: Peter will sleep for twelve hours if left undisturbed. More if he has been particularly active in the day proceeding. This is all REM sleep, meaning that if he is awoken out of it, he will be lethargic until he can make up the loss. This time is spent doing the maintenance on his mind that will maintain his Eidetic Memory.

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SUPERNATURAL/XGENE POWERS

Theme or overarching Idea:[/b] The Stone is rivaled by Heaven

Beginning Mutations:

Boundless Intelligence: Peter possesses advanced cognitive and mental abilities allowing him to organize and construct his thoughts at accelerated rates, process data at high speeds, as well as construct and formulate his thoughts with vast quantity and quality.

Exalted Stability: Peter’s mind is so stable, so ordered, so flawlessly designed, that it handles levels of stress that would destroy lesser minds with impunity. Fear and Stress are nothing to him, mere buffets of waves against a great shore. He has experienced stresses and fears beyond most mortal ken, and come through unscathed.

Eidetic Memory: Peter's mind is a steel trap. He forgets nothing, and his memories are as clear as crystal. He suffers no ill effect from this, barring a slight predisposition to headaches. In the case of a telepathic assault, Peter, while he may not know what was in the memory damaged, will know there WAS damage...

Filled with a Boundless Inner World: Peter is connected, to something, that lives inside of him. This will develop as things progress, into abilities of a different sort. Peter spends his time asleep, as well as about an hour of meditation before and after he sleeps, in a form of Lucid Dream. This is where Peter recharges himself from the burden of being... Well... Peter. (See his boundless narcissism and other traits and general asshattery.)

Lucid Dreams: Peter's dreams are Lucid, and clear, even though he is not completely in control of them. Often his sub-conscious will do things he does not expect. His standard starting place in those dreams is to be in a library, vast, and great, where he can review all the experiences he has ever had. Going from there, things can get strange, and his imagination and desires take hold, as he moves from a place where it is his Mind, into his Soul.

Partial Mental Defenses: If there is a sudden intrusion, his 'visitor' be they telepathic or otherwise, may find themselves chasing phantoms of his dreams. This will ALWAYS happen when Peter is in his dreams, and has a better than average chance of happening when he is conscious. When these defenses are activated, both Peter and his mental assailant are 'trapped' in a projection of his Inner World, until the conflict is resolved.

Polyglot: Even before Peter was filled with the... Thing, inside of him, this... Utsuwazaru Mono (Endless) Realm, he had an incredible adeptness for foreign languages. Now, with it, he speaks, reads, and writes, any language without flaw, as if he was native to that place.

This only applies to Earthly languages for the time being. Once he starts being exposed to Alien languages, or ones originating from Celestial or Infernal, Abyssal, Beatific, or otherwise planes, he must take some time listening to them before he will understand them.

No-Dachi of Light: Manifests a blade that must be wielded with two hands. The blade itself is made of light and can cut through all kinds of material except for harder than rank 10 materials, which STOP his blade, or refractive/reflective materials, which disperse the blade on impact. This sheds light equivalent to a torch, roughly illuminating about thirty feet.[/color]

Healing Touch: Peter can heal minor wounds with a simple touch. (Minor:[/b] Scratches, bruises, things that don’t need stitches.) More extreme wounds can be partially healed- but only to a point that they won’t kill whoever is being in danger- but further medical attention is needed. Peter is limited to how much he can channel his energy/the inner world’s energy into a wound before it starts hurting the intended target. This naturally sterilize any healed portion of the body, but no more than the area healed. (Ie:[/b] Not full blown infections already established.. the common cold is still a threat.)

How the mutations will grow and develop potentially down the road: I have some ideas, but I should let it happen in response to his needs.

Drawbacks of the Mutations, Weakness or ties in to other “problems” listed above and how that equals out what you have to begin with:

Peter is connected to a truly magnificent force, possibly one that could give the Phoenix Force pause. He emanates an aura of light to the magically sensitive. As well as those who would seek to covet or corrupt the radiant. He is a beacon in the dark to those who serve dark powers, and he could be very valuable indeed if brought back into darkness… And if all else fails, there are high prices to be paid for his soul…

Peter’s abilities draw from his own belief in otherworldly powers. If someone can shatter that belief, be it through telepathically erasing his memories of the divine entities he has met, or through making an exceptionally persuasive argument that it was all a lie? Peter’s abilities will weaken, or possibly deaden.

Peter, if he draws too strongly on the Inner World, or if he delves too deeply within it, can become lost within that place. Peter has a paradise within him built of his own dreams. It is a battle to wake up, each and every day, because of how miserable the world he lives in is in comparison.

If Peter is bested in his Inner World, be it by a telepath, or otherwise, he will be lost within it until he is forcibly retrieved. No force of will, no exalted stability, no strength of mind can prevent this from happening. When Peter draws the line in the case of an invasion of his mind, and soul, it is kill or be killed. When this happens, he will be rendered comatose, seemingly in the deepest sleep of his life. If he is beaten, he falls into the dream.

Can’t. Go. Home. His “Home” realm is closed off to Peter and he simply can’t return. Unlike other people who can go home, Peter’s stuck in Eden.

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HISTORY OF THE CHARACTER:

Sometimes, bad things happen to good people. When Peter was born, he was born in Vancouver, British Columbia. He had a loving family, a close relationship with cousins he now can not remember. And he was spoiled. Not the sort of spoiled that made him a self-centered brat, but he never wanted, and he was noble, then, believing he could make a difference. They knew he was smart, never forgetting a thing...

Celeste was his only true friend though. Everyone else found his obsession with knowledge disturbing, but Celeste... Celeste refused to let him be lost to the darkness. Even if she had to drag him by the scruff of his neck, or by the collar, she got him to come outside, be in the air he neglected, be in the warmth of the sun he shunned. She was the fire that melted the iciness that grew in him.

He was fifteen, when he was staying with her family, and then it was daylight at two in the morning, for a few seconds. The phone call came twenty minutes after, of an explosion that took Peter's parents away. Being adopted, being Celeste's brother for true, was surreal. The glass walls rose then, and never came down. He threw himself into books so hard, that he was a university graduate at eighteen, with the next two years spent getting any masters or doctorate that took enough studying to numb the pain for a few weeks. By the ends of it, Peter was a celebrity among academic circles, despite how secretive he was.

And then he inherited his fortune, seventy percent of a multi-billion dollar mining interest that had been liquidated the day his parents died. They told him it was a spiteful ex-employee, who took his parents away. There was no blood or bodies to be found. He vanished, overnight. A phone call, a card, now and then, to his remaining family, but he never tried to be attached. They might die too.

Tokyo was amazing, and had all manner of distractions for him. He threw himself into a hedonistic lifestyle, alcohol, good food, and the worst crowds. A rebellious movement, a cult, anything that would give the illusion of caring about him, and make him -feel- again. The called themselves the Chaos Organization, the last one he joined, and they stuck with him. He had a friend, another intellectual, who would play Go every Friday with him. They were lead by a mad clown, and served some Dark Goddess that Peter fanatically worshiped despite how little he cared... An enchantment? Or perhaps just how deep the divide in the red haired man's heart.

His eyes were Malachite, his hair Venetian, his demeanor loving, but distant. His love of Milton brought him to the wonderful woman, so lovely with her silver hair. She was a librarian, the sort of woman that actually made Peter care. And then she was gone again.

A fight with the Clown, the Goddess manifest, a Sniper looking him down, and Peter mouthed them all off. He could care less. Let them kill him, let his suffering end. But death did not come for him, and when he shattered the jewel holding back seven of the darkest creatures under the stars, he was ready to slit his own belly, and cover for Ashley, to let his friend escape...

And then she appeared. Green hair, and such beautiful eyes. She was so very alone, and she wanted to share her world with him. She asked him to seek the light, and he tried to, so hard. And then he found it. The light had a baby boy with her, and was marching to certain death. He tried to pull it back, to pull it away, but it was so insistent, and in his ire, and his frustration, he cast away the Starlight.

Celeste found him. She carried him inside, treated the wounds, made his heart feel better. She carried him over her shoulder. But... She was one of them, one of the ones touched by the light. Her soul was fire, and his was dark, so abysmal.

The Clown had nothing it could tell him, to make him feel better.

And then they faced him. A door between the dimensions. The Silver, the Crimson, and the Forest.
Three women, blessed with magical powers. He should have loved them, any of them... All of them. But his soul was not... Would never, be free.

He braced himself, called upon his darkness, beseeching the dark powers for their blessings. He was filled with a terrible emptiness, the truest entropy that he could call upon. His black blade sang, and he charged. Fire, Death, Time, Light, and Purity opposed him. He would not fall, the evil inside of him had truly taken hold. A cry of nihilism left his lips.

“This is a world where people's hearts are filled with hatred, where fingers have no other purpose than to pull triggers!” He was filled with that truest darkness, felt it erasing so much of who he used to be. Gone was the little boy who had a loving family. Faded away was the genius. This creature that faced them was a manifestation of Entropy.

“You should not blame me. This is the dream of mankind!” He rolled out of the way of a burst of flame. “The desire of mankind, and the destiny!” He leapt upwards, and he narrowly dodged the Dead Scream. “To be the strongest, to go the farthest, to climb the highest.” He sidestepped a beam of purifying energy, the light burning at his skin. “TO COMPETE! TO ENVY AND TO HATE EACH OTHER!” He slammed his foot into Celeste's stomach, sending her flying with the force of his demon fueled body.

“And to devour one another. Accept it. This world will die with the three of you.” He slammed his fist into the ground, a shield of entropy blocking the second Dead Scream. All three were bound in the hands of the dead. “Why torment yourself, saying 'Eventually, Someday?' How long have you been fighting with your thoughts clouded by that brand of sweet poison?”

The strike of a rose shattered his hold on the dead. The Void Entity stared down the man who had thrown it. Frowning, he backed away warily. He could feel the intense strength emerging from him. He, who had betrayed the Dark Queen. The Golden and Silver Crystals were united against him, and the Void Beast found itself being pushed farther and farther back.

And then a beam of purifying light struck him full on. The darkness faded. He was hacking blood. “Kill me now. Let me take my hatred into your cycle of reincarnation again and again, that I may begin the cycle of hatred anew!” He was unsteady, his staff shattered into a hundred pieces. “I will hate you, Usurper King, until the day I am reunited with the one I failed. Had I been... Born in the right era. Had I been there for her, when you chose to lust for the pure maiden, instead of the one who loved you!”

“She never loved me. She lusted for me.” Endymion answered.

“YOU WERE PROMISED TO HER!” The Void Demon answered

“Against my will.” Endymion said calmly.

“Free Will is a lie. I am bound by destiny to oppose you forever, Usurper King. Your time has ended. Arthur and Uther before him were the rightful kings of this world. I am of his blood!”

“A pretty speech, and petty vindication. You are so proud, so wretched in your hubris, that you have lost your heart...”

“I never had a heart to begin with, Endymion! I want nothing more than to die, and be with her!” Violet and Red surged around him, Purest Love, and Rage.

“Peter… Peter you can stop fighting now.” Celeste at his side… Her grip on his arm was to stop him from attacking. “You can not win this time…” Kasumi had his right blocked. Endymion was in front, alongside Astra. Peter’s right arm burned. “I only wish I had seen it then… I am so sorry Peter.” 

As Astra kissed him, he was focused for that instant on her, the light piercing him, the flames engulfing him, as she pushed him backwards. “I will love you forever Peter. I only wish I could have saved you.”

Peter tried to grab forwards, but he was too late. His last vision was of them. He stared at the ones he knew loved him. Astra loved his mind, Kasumi his heart, and Celeste his soul, but all the Void Dragon saw was Endymion, and glared with hate as he fell. The darkness began then. An endless abyss. “‘tis better to rule in Hell, than to serve in Heaven.” Shutting his eyes, he fell, darkly smiling.

Joy note: The following portion takes place in Peter’s “Inner” world and is specific to his character by way of how he converted from one “system and game” to Eden.

As he fell, the light finally found him. The light he had lost when his parents died, and the glass walls came up. He felt it break the spell at long last. It hurt, so much, to know what he had done… But… There was a vision. He tried to withdraw from it. He did not want to see that. Anything but that. “They are mine! NO!” Each sin he possessed, being overwritten in blood, a name he knew and had wronged so deeply.

“If I did, you would never grow.” the voice spoke from all sides.

“I am free of that foul world. Let me be free of the...” Peter answered, weakly.

“The burden of free will. Do you still harp on and on about Destiny? I grow bored of your arguments. You never had a choice then, but you are not hiding behind it now, little boy.” The pain began as the voice cut him off.

It burned, brilliant claws of light lancing into him, the endless fall accompanied by his body being shorn free of every evil thought Chaos had left in him. Every dark desire his hedonism had been fueled by. “No… It… Is…”

“The world is what you make of it. You and I know that was what Nietzsche made of his philosophy. You are far too smart to hide behind flawed logic, Lightbringer!” A grave insult to the Genius… But fitting.

“To hell with your self-righteousness, WHO ARE YOU! I AM THE SPEAKER OF CHAOS!” Peter’s anger, at being compared to the one who lost Paradise surged up. “It will never bring…” Beryl, his final defense, his Madonna of the Dark

“They are gone, and she was never yours. Beryl was a convenient excuse. Stop lying to yourself. Stop trying to cling to a world of Death, when you are so powerful a force of Life! You could have changed the world, and you threw it all away to cry for the dead.” The pain ramped up, higher, and HIGHER! Whoever this was, was not going to let Peter escape this pain, in any form.

“What is there left for me?” A final desperate question from the scholar.

“You are asking the wrong question. It is not what is left FOR you, but OF you. Peter... Can you not see who I am?”

“All I see is darkness.”

“My child... Fiat Lux.” The light that was all around him was blinding. He could only feel the hands on his. “You crave punishment Peter. Crave validation, unable to accept forgiveness. You are so like him, but there is a deep difference. You know it was wrong now, and you cannot forgive yourself. You are so close. But I will give you what you crave, and through me, that thirst will be quenched. You touched the flame, and were burned. You shall not touch until you forgive yourself.”

Then the feeling in his hands was gone. He felt their presence, but not the hands holding them.

“I am taking you back, giving it back to you.” The sound of a heartbeat. Then another. “I will tear every last bit of the darkness that stifled that light out of you if I have to. I will never give up on you. And you can not hide behind walls of glass anymore.”

“I see... Green, and Blue.” Peter's voice was weaker, softer.

“Your Will returned. And with it...”

“Hope.”

“Yes. You never lacked for Love, or Compassion. You never wanted for Rage. You conquered Fear. And you had no need for Greed. You are Forgiven. Your penance is set, and your conditions given. This power I grant you, in due repayment. You suffered, and were lost. In the end, Love, purified you. Her love for you. I can not give her back. But I give you this. From Death, Life.” A surge, and a feeling. Of peace.

He realized it had changed him, as he fell. Cleansed him, and purified him. He could not summon tears to grieve the wasted youth. He fell deeper into the void, more light surging into him, more darkness being purged. He was given a second chance. The Inquisitor summoned tears instead for this sole fact. He would not see her again. Heaven’s rival was gone. “Confiteor Deo omnipotenti…” His last conscious thoughts as the first pure, beautiful sleep took him, was of her warmth. That spark of pure flame was with him forever.

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OOC: Some of what is in this profile will seem like it is an in-joke, and I wholeheartedly agree. Certain weaknesses, and pieces are written for the amusement of the people who will get a good long chuckle out of it.

Player Name: Seru

Other Characters?: None

RP SAMPLE:

“Obsession! How dare you call what I feel for her an obsession. There is nothing left for me in this world than to bring about the resurrection of Madelyne Pryor, so I can correct the single wrong that I could ever fix. I have allowed that foul creature Scott Summers to live because I love you Emma. Because as Samurai, as Chevalier… As the Herald, I still know my place should be by your side. Serving you as the Red Knight. Do you know what it is like, to feel your entire essence rebelling against you, to feel the very thing that defines you anymore, when everything else was taken away, telling you to end a fight you cannot walk away from! I am the Herald! I am Gabriel! But I was denied that place, that name! I was named for the Denier, the three times damned guardian of the gates of heaven, he who denied Christ. I am Stone. But my name… My name has more than that. I have known that I am not simply earth… But I am the thing which opposes it. I am Heaven, the Stone Rival! I have loved that creature born of your blood, who shares her name with my essence, and it is for her I have simply not ended my existence, to be at peace! GOD IS DEAD! NO LIVING BEING WOULD ALLOW ME TO SUFFER AS I HAVE SUFFERED!”

His fists clenched so tightly the sound of his flesh straining against his armour was easily heard even from where they stood. “And so I sought to take all the burdens, of Man and Angel, and known them as my own. Because when I had brought that immense load to bear on my shoulders, when I knew the true measure of injustice in this world, I would see if Good and Evil meant anything. Or if they were simply the lies Michael believed in.”

He closed his eyes, the glow dying in them, and looked at her with dead garnet iris, and the crimson oh his blood vessels having burst, staining his sclera crimson. He had telekinetically rebuilt them perfectly, but the stain remained. “I am nothing more than the product of the cruelty that I have known throughout my life. I have known nothing but pain and loss, the slightest reprieve Heralding my own suffering redoubled. I could never have been loved by her, that Angel born of you Emma. For all I see what I desire in her… I know all too well, that any creature loved by me would be tainted by my curse, and so I slew my heart, and denied my soul. I gave my love only to the dead. Loving Madelyne was the only thing I could do, to not cheapen that love. And so I set to bring about her resurrection. And now you come to stop that.”

He stepped towards Emma, and assumed a combat stance. His aura began to take form, his powers awakening. “I have not tested the limits of my power. If you wish to prevent the rebirth of the Goblin Queen, the Woman Scorned… Then break me. And let me die in peace.” He roared, from deep inside his breast, the feeling of true pain crying out from his stomach. “Let us see if God lives.”

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