Truely an ancient creature of the bowels of hell...He was born from the darkness of the abyss to torment the souls of mortals and kindle their deepest fears. He grew to control the souls he tormented and learned many ancient magicks while in the bowel of the underworld and hell, studying magick upon Earth when he assumed a human form to do so. In hell he was nearly a god, commanding many legions of demonic hordes and tortured souls, his enemies were too great in number for him and his armies to fight so he fled. He commanded endless armies, and in the final battles he fought he slew so many enemies. In hell he had almost almighty power, endless force and might. His fury made every thing in his realm shudder in fear. Even shadows feared his wrath. Many usurpers and armies of light threw themselves upon his hordes and still he emerged victorious at every turn. It seemed nothing could stop him.
One fateful day his greatest rival had amassed a force that decimated his own. Mikron saw only his own destruction if he stayed and fought, so he ordered his legions to retreat but his loyal subjects merely bought him time to escape. His rival heard of the great tome of powerful magick he had composed and sought to have that power for themselves. Knowing that if he gave up the book he would be permitted to live but his rival would destroy everything including the Earth. Mikron knew he could never allow his rival to obtain the power to launch an assault on his favored playground so he fled, his enemies pursued. When they finally cornered him he thought the end was at hand, until a force beckoned him, a dark force, a powerful force. A voice called out to him, the voice said "I can save you and protect you... but you must trust me lest you die here... the choice is yours..." Mikron accepted the voice's offer and was immediately ripped out of time and space, hurled into the corridors between dimensions, between worlds and realities, between all things, the empty space. The voice came to him again as he clutched the magickal tome with all his might. The voice revealed itself to be the Egyptian god Anubis. Anubis gave Mikron, the mighty nightmare (demon horse) a choice. The choice was that he would have to surrender all his power and might and be reborn or re-spawned upon Earth, where ever he pleased, and in exchange he could keep his magickal book and his enemies would pursue him no more. Mikron pondered this carefully for two hundred years and finally had an answer. "Yes." With that one word, Mikron was hurled to Earth like a meteor and was respawned as only a fledgling, a mere black humanoid creature in red exoskeleton armor. As a side affect of his decision all his memories of his former existence was erased. Left a Blank slate.
A larval demon he was attracted to the city of Nor where he sensed great power and sought protection there from the hostile creatures alien to him. finding a place in the presence of the Legion of the Damned he met many other demons including the Tyrant and immediately swore his alligence to them, finding his way and learning, bonding with his new demonic kindred he settled down in NoR to begin his new life. clutching the ancient tome that seems to be bonded to him at all times, it allows only Mikron to touch it. Curious to the young demon, his new body formed from ashes and dust, housing his ancient and powerful essence he seeks to find his way aside the Tyrant herself, seeking normality as slowly day by day and month by month he regains memories and gets visions of his past. Confused all he wishes to do is reclaim what he once was, but this time he is happy to be aside so many demon brothers and sisters and friends to aid him. Though still much of himself is unknown to him and it bothers him that doesn't distract him just trying to find his way...
Whats Mikron's Personality?
Mikron is fiercely loyal to those he swears any oath of alligence to, never faltering. He values his relationships with demons and non demons but does not go against any oath or vow to which he is restrained. Although he looks down on any creature not demon he does not lack a sense of respect for those who both earn and deserve it. He sees violence without cause to be frivilious and unnecessary, merely the devices of insignificant beasts. Unlike most creatures around him, Mikron is not restrained by the sun and moon, but draws his strength from nature, from chaos and darkness, from the abyss and evil deeds.
Mikron sees power where it lies in the soul. Upon souls he feasts, finding no use for food and water as it doesn't satisfy his "needs" he is not much for the sexual desires of lesser beings but does occasionally indulge in them, and when he does he prefers males. He delights in torturing lesser beings for amusement (of course). Mikron loves traveling and does so when he can.
Although he is quite brilliant in the fields of science and medicine he is perhaps more obsessed and engulfed in the uses of magic and the occult. His brilliance is vast and his willingness to learn is ever growing and all consuming. But yet he still seeks to learn more.
*Mikron prides himself on many things... loyalty, control, perseverance... most of all control... Every night when he rests to recharge and replenish his energies that horrible night plays over and over within his mind... being captured by CamA, being dragged through Mega, to the CamA lair... It haunts him as it is the only time he has ever felt truely defeated. Every painful moment, every word of such turbulent a memory plays in his mind. For the first time as the foolish priest performed his ancient ritual, Mikron felt fear... and he didn't like it... it felt like weakness...
Mikron always prides himself on his strength, how he is never surprised or disappointed, all his calculations all his plans... meticulously planned in every detail as he considers every possiblility... He questions himself why he never saw this one coming...
He remembers the intense pain he felt as his essence was ripped from the interdimentional doorway that allows him to exist on this plane. Magically forming a body from pure fire, coals, and ash... the very debris of destruction... Mikron always loved the smell of desctruction,... but never his own.
He remembers how excruciating it was as the complex webbings of magic that keep his body from collapsing or being easily destroyed, hardened against whatever might come to harm him. Every moment of pain seemed like it lasted eons, he hated it. The very fact that he felt pain made him loath himself, it makes him blame himself... how could he be so shortsighted? how could he allow this to happen? how could he not forsee this possibility?
Inconsolably loathing himself for every allowing himself to be put in a point of weakness made him feel ill.
The memories taunt him, they haunt him, they scream in his ears, they run through his mind. Being sucked into the filthy and vile body of a miserable vampire disgusted him beyond anything... it made his very essence feel tainted....
He remembers how it felt, to be powerless once his body was destroyed. How he couldn't do anything... how he had to solely depend on others like a fucking infant! It enrages him to ever be in such a position of utter dependency and feeling powerless. It's unthinkable, it makes him furious, depressed, enraged, disgusted, and violently ill. To ever be weak for him is worse then death... For if he is weak, he doesn't deserve to exist. so many times he wanted to be let go and to fade away, as if he never was, as if he was never spawned, on this or any other plane... to merely be erased. He often counted himself unworthy of existence alongside Demonkind, for he was weak in those days and weeks that he was forced to surrender all control. Though he knew that simply fading into nothingness was not what was best for Demonkind he set his disstain for his perdicement and self aside. He wanted his revenge, we wanted his control, his power, that which rightfully belongs to him... so he dispatched many to collect what was necessary to reverse this horrendous situation... he began plotting his return...*
"Fear leads to Anger, Anger leads to Hate, Hate leads to Suffering..." -Yoda
"Let the hatred flow!" -The Emperor
"Give me one firm spot on which to stand, and i shall move the earth!" -Archimedes
*The current goings on in Legacy and Demonkind keep his mind pretty busy. They allow him to distract from his more troubling thoughts of late. Since his resurrection he has felt different... he IS different. The old Nightmare was destroyed and a new one has arisen. His recent troubles that plague his mind are of his powers... what is the same? what is different? what has he yet to discover? who knows... only time can truely tell...
"Fear leads to Anger, Anger leads to Hate, Hate leads to Suffering..." -Yoda
"Let the hatred flow!" -The Emperor
"Give me one firm spot on which to stand, and i shall move the earth!" -Archimedes
(( Ok... i am so sick and tired of people telling me i am invincible, just because my weaknesses are not apparent and not obvious... strictly oocly,i will explain and list a few things including weaknesses about my char.
first of all... I am not so simple a creature as being made of flesh and blood... my body does not operate in such a manner as it is magically created. i do however have muscle and bone structure thank to my resurrection. parts of my body when chopped off tend to melt or disintigrate and rapidly regenerate... if the use of strong magic is applied this can be delayed or slowed but not interrupted...my body is held together by very powerful magic, it cannot be interrupted easily, or at all, as if my body is destroyed or entirely disintgrates i die... this has been done once, and it wont happen again. Rp has closed off that particular issue.
Secondly... my soul or essence... and pain... by nature and for obvious reasons my essence, in fact my self is from a different dimention all together. i can never exist one dimention, exclusively, not after spawning in NoR. my body does in fact hide an interdimentional gateway to the dimention my essence is in... to force my essence into any one plane would mean perma death. So obviously, it will never happen. Pain... as mentioned i am not so simple a beast as made of flesh and blood... physical pain i do feel but it is not in overwhelming amounts... plysical pain will not bring me to the point of screaming... however there is a magical frequency that can cause me intense pain and agony... but you'll ahve to "stumble" upon that youirself.
Third... I am a sorcerer, and a damn powerful one.... i study and explore various and attempt to master different types of magic... such as wicca, draconic, drow, angelic, shamanism, etc etc. soley out of my willingness and thrist for magical and arcane knowledge. So i know alot of ancient powerful magic. which also means i have attained and mastered many powers... my resurrection only gave me more and altered or erased others. specifics can be inquired about in IM's... However, i can resist magic when used on me for the reason that i am ancient and have mastered many different magics. This does not mean i can resist all, it merely means i can resist some... so using magic to do things to me arent as simple as chant a word and draw a rune... parts of my body can be ripped off at my choosing... Also...as formentioned etching, scratching, or damaging my body in any way cannot be permanant unless drawn or applied by using demon blood... and not just any demon, but a powerful and strong demon. any magical seal, sigil, or rune drawn on my body with demon blood will not and cannot be removed by me alone... but it can be removed and me set free from whatever magic i am bound to... however, i am no able to break a spell or seal or rune or whatever that is drawn or carved into my body if its done with the blood of a strong demon.
All that being said... as i stated those are a few chinks in my armor... there are more but those are not freely admitted... hopefully this will make the silly allegations of my impossibly invincible character cease to occur... as i also said all this information is given strictly and soley OOC, and cannot be applied icly in world unless discovered in world.))
"Fear leads to Anger, Anger leads to Hate, Hate leads to Suffering..." -Yoda
"Let the hatred flow!" -The Emperor
"Give me one firm spot on which to stand, and i shall move the earth!" -Archimedes
The whole bit on magic i wrote there ssounds like metagaming but it isn't... with all things in the rp world despite my vast knowlegde of magical arts, my spells and enchantments and such are not indestructable and my spells can be resisisted, but a good reason better exist as to why... I am of the school where nothing can be unscathed when magic is involved, though many things can lie dormant. anyways... Mikron does have a large repitore of magic and he studies and practices tirelessly to do such. However, like all magic, true utter and universal mastery is not possible...Mikron merely knows alot of magical knowledge and is very schooled in that sense. Alot of his knowledge and understanding comes from a magic spell book that he was clutching when he spawned in N'oR...this spell book icly holds eons and eons of collected magical knowledge Mikron collected in his previous life before arriving on this plane. and much if his past memories are blocked by some unknown force... of his past he remembers very little.
Anywho... as i said, Mikron is very knowledgeable and very well read in the area of magic... so he makes a very skilled magical adversary... with that explained i hope this all explains to everyone that if you try to use magic on Mikron, make sure its something very old and powerful... simple spells don't usually affect him for the simple reason that he is very knowledgeable this as i stated, but feel the need to reinterate again... Mikron's magic is NOT unbeatable, his ability to resist simple charms and spells is NOT invincible... but it IS not easy...i do this not to vex people or to weasel out of rps but to stimulate other people's rp abilities... cause i love a good rp scene and simple five minute rps just dont amuse me and i cant imagine they amuse others as well... put simplely, i designed my character to be complex to stimulate more rp, to make people bring out the insideious, clever, and quite frankly amazing rp abilities i see in norians...))
"Fear leads to Anger, Anger leads to Hate, Hate leads to Suffering..." -Yoda
"Let the hatred flow!" -The Emperor
"Give me one firm spot on which to stand, and i shall move the earth!" -Archimedes
Since the ritual took place... Every moment Mikron recalls this event, he plays it again over and over in his mind. Trying to calculate what occurred why he feels so different... so much...sturdier...
He recalls the squirming angel... the great light and screaming choir from his throat as he suffered upon the alter. Mikron watches the memories, he watches himself writhe in pain as the sound overwhelms him... He watches as the portal rips open, spreading decay and corruption and the touch of intense demonic power as the tree arises and takes root on the dragon souls. Then he notices a discrepancy... he looks closer... The tree and the dragons souls seem to start fusing together. The souls feed the tree.. the tree feeds Mikron...and Mikron feels the intense dragon magic flow into him, mixing with all his other magics. He feels stronger... over time he notices parts of him growing scaley which do not concern him in the least. Mikron decides to take some time to meditate on this... as his current situation commands his attention.
"Fear leads to Anger, Anger leads to Hate, Hate leads to Suffering..." -Yoda
"Let the hatred flow!" -The Emperor
"Give me one firm spot on which to stand, and i shall move the earth!" -Archimedes
Mikron stood there, like a silent sentinal, watching. He watched as the sky glowed and burned aflame, watching silently as the night air grew deafeningly quiet, the bright light filling the air shattering the nights dark embrace. The scent of jasmine fills his nostrils as he clutches such a flower, in a sense of irony. Watching on he saw the light turn to fire, the cloud slowly forming.
The first blast of force hit him , but he stood still, like stone. Time seemed to move so slowly around him as he watched unblinking with morbid fascination. The growing fireball and mushroom cloud growing so slowly as he watches. Time crawling like a snail in these moments of true destruction. They summon up a memory of his past. His palace was under siege, his massive walls and gates adorned in seals and wards. Then such a flash of light occurred, followed by the ever familiar mushroom cloud. His palace, his province, turned to dust in seconds before the enemy invaded...
As he stood at that edge of Rememberance he could see and hear the terrified cries and screams of nekos, bats and maybe a birdie or two, the vaporizing inferno falling upon them. Incineration. The second booming wave of force hit causing him to stumble backwards a few steps. Watching, silently. A sinister grin curled around his lips, The wave of fire reaching out towards him from the bottom of the mushroom cloud like roots or tendrils. He braced himself, clutching the jasmine blossom, arms folded across his chest. His eyes sparkled and blazed with delight.
The blast finally reached him knocking him back with great force, regaining his stance in the blazing blast as it rages past him, screaming, roaring. His body begins to dissintegrate and fall apart, the jasmine blossom vaporized with his body, layer by layer reduces to ash and is blown away. Soon nothing of his body remained save a menacing and insane laugh.
"Fear leads to Anger, Anger leads to Hate, Hate leads to Suffering..." -Yoda
"Let the hatred flow!" -The Emperor
"Give me one firm spot on which to stand, and i shall move the earth!" -Archimedes
After Mikron bore witness to the obliteration of Rememberance, he was cast from the plane... temporarily... quickly he came back, melding out of the deepest shadows that inhabit the world, his mighty wings, horns, mane, tail, hooves, claws, and eyes burn violently with renewed power and zeal.
Many weeks and even months past him as if in seconds. He now crouches on the ruins of Reliance, watching Demonlands below from the high ledge, his mighty firey wings surround him, blazing like a red star. The cold winter night air is filled with the screams and cries of his may human victims who lay dying in the soil, slowly being absorbed into the lands or being devoured by plants. He grins sinisterly. Much have come to pass since Rems destruction.
The demon house known as Lace and their weak minded leader had finally lost the remnants of their intelligence and sanity. He and Lace had finally proclaimed open war on Demonkind and by extention the Legion Legacy. This being a crime Mikron never forgives. He watches Demonlands in the dark night, the silvery light of the moon even seems dulled by the dark powers of Chaos that saturate Demonlands. He recalls the plethora of incidents that have occurred lately, gutting, disembowling, bleeding, disfiguring, and even stealing unborn children from the lesser races. All of which were sacrificed to the greater glory and sustainance of the lands. He recalls the ritual he performed on one of his young brothers to free him from his angelic "burden". So much blood has been used recently to feed the lands and as a result anicnet ruins have emerged from deep within the earth.
He just stands there watching his home and the lands surrounding it beyond. Recalling the events of even today, how he in good faith offered Lace his personal aid and how they stupidly turned him away... allowing the blood parasites to overwhelm and destroy them. Mikron reflects on all the events of this "new era" he can only guess what new beasts and beings would emerge from the weak dimentional barriers.
Mikron reflects on those who have recently emerged as well... the minotaur he cannot trust for some reason. The demon house that betrayed his family and his leader. The odd family of masochistic fools who threw themselves on demon swords. Even the degrading actions of the last reject whom has lost his tolerance. So much has occurred and so much more lies ahead. Mikron wonders what tomorrow will hold. Whether Lace had been whiped out by the onslaught of gangrels or if they were just wounded. At such a thought he can't help but laugh, and laugh loudly he does, his thunderous booming unholy voice fills the night, making all around him quake and seem to shrink back in fear. Who knows what will happen next. Who will betray who, who will die, who will live... who will rule demonkind...
"Fear leads to Anger, Anger leads to Hate, Hate leads to Suffering..." -Yoda
"Let the hatred flow!" -The Emperor
"Give me one firm spot on which to stand, and i shall move the earth!" -Archimedes
((These are just thoughts that pass through Mikron's mind, enjoy, these are not useable icly in world unless Mikron tells you about them.))
As Mikron stands next to the large statue of the Tyrant, he looks out over Reliance. Idily thinking, remembering. The wind blows feircely through the towers and lands, though he hardly notices. He stares into the nights darkness as he thinks back to his childhood as vividly as if it had occurred yesterday...
He was very young, at home in the Abyss with his brothers, his eldest brother Onyx is telling them all stories of long long ago. Before the Angels declared war on them. 'eons ago my brothers, eons ago, the angels and demons were relatively peaceful, and civil. We worked together as two sides of the same coin to maintain balance upon the lesser beasts above, like shepards.' Onyx began. 'The angels stayed in their fortresses in the sky. A neutral judge-like creature called the "Equalizer" was created by the first demon and angel of our universe. The Equalizer dealt with petty issues like robbery and small squabbles the humans and other species might have with eachother. But when it was an issue of murder or anything regarding those lines, The Equalizer sent for an impartial judge, who was either a demon or angel. Mostly the Angels. Always fair in their judgements, always listened to all sides and took much time to consider and pass final judgement. All thought the courts were fair. When the angel judge had reached a verdict, a demon was requested to come from the underworld and pass on punishment, usually dragging the souls of the offenders into the underworld to the Abyss where they were punished.
This arrangement worked for as long as anyone could possibly remember, and as far back as even the most ancient texts could record. All was well, balance was abundant. But then, the dreaded 'Darkness' came and upset the balance. Before anyone knew what was going on, the skies grew black and dark. Even the angels were unaware of what was occurring. For months and even years this went on, the lesser creatures began to grow weaker on their energy reserves, and control over their instincts. Before long the lesser creatures went insane with violence and sin. Much to the shock of the demons and angels. Before too long the angels too were consumed by the 'Darkness' whom they came to call 'Dragner' ((meaning Godly One or Divine One))
The angels were forever changed, brainwashed, claimed by Dragner and their minds erased, turning them into what are now seen as 'Angels, holy warriors of God' . The angels descended upon the earth and appealed to all the squabbling creatures, telling them to worship Dragner, and they did. Before long Dragner, fed by the energies of the lesser beings blind faith and the freedom, minds, and souls of the angels he devoured, Dragner grew very powerful. The demons refused to bow to his will and so the most powerful demon of the time Feorikzil closed sacrificed himself for the good of the Abyss and its inhabitants. Sealing the Abyss off from any and all over realms so Dragner could not harm them. The demons still watched as Dragner grew increasingly powerful and the once noble angels had fallen and now serve him as mindless slaves, consumed by violence towards anything Dragner dispised.' Thats why we have clouds and thunder storms here in the abyss brothers (Onyx explained) its because the angels and Dragner are trying to get in here and either kill us, or enslave us. But they will never do that, not as long as Feorikzil's magic holds.
...This tale is what Mikron remembers, and how he judges angels. He assumes they are all like those that fell to the evil of Dragner. Mikron thinks to himself 'in this world, the angels seem to be Dragner's only method of control... unless they convert all the lessers to worshipping him. Then this world too will fall.' He smiles as he looks over demonlands noticing some lesser beings that must pay libation... so he hops off the tower falling quickly through the air thinking 'Weak minded angels...they'll fall with Dragner or God soon enough..'
"Fear leads to Anger, Anger leads to Hate, Hate leads to Suffering..." -Yoda
"Let the hatred flow!" -The Emperor
"Give me one firm spot on which to stand, and i shall move the earth!" -Archimedes
With the release of this infernal virus constructed by meager humans, Mikron searches for ways to develop a cure and enact revenge to all who made this accursed virus possible. He is especially enraged mostly due to how the virus upsets the dimentional portal his essence sits in therefore his powers and magicks are effective at the bare minimum as most are useless now. His regenerations powers and basic demon powers are unaffected. However, on top of that the symbiants he houses in the core of his body are also infected by the virus and so they too are dying, as such they compensate themselves by drawing extra energy from Mikron making the rest of his active powers absurdly useless.
He watches as his bretheren are hunted under the presumption that the demons can be run out of the land... and they maybe right...already he has watched many demons retreat from the plane to preserve themselves. He works hard to locate viable sources and methods to create a cure to cleanse the demons of this virus. He is mortified that such a virus was so easily created and so easily decimates the demons. He seethes with rage as he watches demonlands become the weaker races new hangout and gang up on any demon they see even out for a stroll they are set upon like carrior birds upon prey... He remembers what Abe told him... and though he also contemplates leaving NoR to its eventual demise, he cannot yet leave until hes at least attempted to create a cure. And so the story continues....
"Fear leads to Anger, Anger leads to Hate, Hate leads to Suffering..." -Yoda
"Let the hatred flow!" -The Emperor
"Give me one firm spot on which to stand, and i shall move the earth!" -Archimedes
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