Crie Snillor

[Crie Snillor]

Out of Character
Name: Eric Rollins
Age: 20
Contact: [e-mail]
Other Character(s) on the Site: Twist Veloba

In Character

The Basics:
Full Name: Crie Laehcim Snillor
Nickname: Zath
Race Type: Humanoid
Race: Human
Age: 20
Birth date: January 21st, 1987
Lands: Roaming is an understatement, travelling the cosmos in an ever growing search for adventure. His home world was World R66Y.
Weapon(s):
He has two Gun Katars, basically punching daggers with minature guns on either side of the handle. The Excalibur, a longsword from another world, and a massive Katar the size of a sword made form a plow. He as well often has a shortsword called the Caller in Dreams and his own custome made Buster Sword, casue hes a Cloud Fan boy.

Physical Description:
Eye Color: Platinum
Hair Color/Style: Brown and Spikey
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 143lbs.
Blood Type: Abberent Blood (Unkown Type)
Identifying Characteristics: Platinum Eyes, wacky poses, and wild untamed hair.
General Appearance: His hair seems to be stuck in a constant state of bed hair. Spiked back, brown or dirty blond. HIs eyes are a sharp platinum, and his skin appears to be a tanned white. His black shirt has strange white tribal desighns running down the sides that resemble an Aboleth in nature. He wares three necklaces, made of hymp with decrative shark teeth upon them. The third only features a strange emerald colored object in the shape of a tear drop. His shirt appears to be torn at the bottom and has tiny decratives on the bottom. His white shorts, have belts and straps wrapped around his shorts, with two chains aroudn them and more decrative rings and objects at the bottom. The Shorts appear spiked somewhat in desighn. He has two silver earrings in one of his ears, sometimes he switches ears, but it has no real importance. HIs white and grey converse tennis shoes, are out of place in any world, though this is more explained in his past.
His body, is somewhat lopsided but not to an extreme detail. HIs right is slightly lower then his left side, but it'd take a good moment of inspecting him to realize this. His teeth are somewhat larger then average, as well as his tounge, though this as well is something you must be looking for to notice. His build is somemwhat skinny, with some minor amount of muscles. Some even consider him, quite cute.

Personality:
Strengths: He has an unmatched knowledge of the planes, cosmos, and multiverse, experience to boot, and training in various fields. Psychology, Parenting, and Speech Comprehintion he uses for his diplomatic talks with various peoples, and often uses his cunning and charm to get out of hairy situations.
Weaknesses: He isn't quick at thinking, unless hes fighting. His mind takes a moment to comprehend something, and is easily confused. Temptation, is his greatest weakness, as he has the greatest trouble fighting it.
Likes: Wemon, Anime, Action, Horror Flicks, Documentaries, Adventure, Role Playing, Reading, Showing Off, Himself, Democrats.
Dislikes: Mechs, Men, God, Christians, Death, Cars, Republicans.
Hobbies: Collects Godzilla Movies, Reads Lovecraftian Tales, Collects Army of Darkness movies, comics, and such, Records his adventures for his future movie.
Skills: He is skilled in Appraise, Balancing, Bluffing, Climbing, Concentrating, Building Things from Junk, Deciphering Script, Diplomacy, Disguiseing, Escape Artist, Gathering Informaiton, Hiding, Intimidating, Jumping, Knowledgable in alot of odd things, Listening, Moving Silently, Sensing Motives, Slieght of Hand, Recognising the Occult, Tumlbing, and Using Magic, Psyonic, and Technological Devices. He is also skileld at Dancing, and Documenting, if that counts.

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He is a speaker, and a manipulater. He has had a years training in psycology, speech understanding, and child parenting. He often applys this when investigating people who he has met or is metting. Thinking about their actions and using their personalities to manipulate and control those around him. Though he often wont admit this, he does it on a somewhat intential level.

He has a knowledge of forbidden things. Mysterious secrets most are not allowed to know. Though this causes him to have a lack of common knowledge, often getting him in bad situations where most would easily be able to escape from, he just fails to see his mistake. His love of history and physics allows him to investigate into them more. With a great enough interest to do so without being warn.

He can work long hours without being warn out, and can make up excuses off the top of his head without a moments notice. He is speedy, and clear headed when he fights an oppoenent he 'can hurt'. He often finds himself striked or attacked by those 'he cannot hurt' who are determined by their personality. If someone fits the bill as someone Crie doesn't wanna hurt, then he wont be able to fight them to his fullest, no matter what the cause or situation.

Beyond all this, while in this universe Crie Snillor is only a mere human. He cannot use any of the powers form his past adventures till he grows stronger. Leaving him a bit, excited about the evetns to come.

Reputation: He is Crie Snillor, THE MAN, the legend, the one and only dimention leaper. Few who have met him do not tell of the tell, and those who don't honestly don't beleive the stories. A man, leaping world to world, seeking out things no one else could ever imagine.
Personality: Crie Snillor is narsasistic to a degree, kind, friendly, and charming, he can best be described to wemon as cheesy. Generally the Go-to-it man, who leaps into adventure with little thought, or the guy who takes to much time to think. Hes a bit bipolar like that. His ego, whitch is rather large, stands on a very fragile fondation, and can easily be crushed. He has a sweet lovable way of doing things, and can be a cute child, a sarcastic bitch, or even the intellegent guy people look to for advice. He gets lonely easily and enjoys the company of others often, though he prefore wemon. Hes a little bitch when angery, and often makes bad choices fallowing his whim and feeling more then his logic, whitch applies only toward human interaction. He enjoys doing things simply to get people to react, doing things that best describe him as weird. In honesty, there is no one way to look at Crie's personallity, as his personallity varies enough to be considered completely different people at times.

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Crie is a bit bipolar in his actions. Often changing how he acts based on those surrounding him. He can become serious at times, or be a complete goof ball. He isn't one to hold back though, and often people learn more about him, quicker then others. He hates being around men and prefere the company of wemon. He has a strong distaste for men and their actions, and even goes so far as to beleive wemon are the better gender in everyway. He is a goofball, often making strange and random sounds and even taking strange and bizzare actions that usually result in people beleiving him insane. He himself beleives he may have mental as well as physical problems, though normally this is in his head. He is somewhat lazy, but when it comes to adventure and a journey to be taken he is not one to dilly daddle.

He has a strong sense of justice, though he himself is often a hypocrit in most situations. He is egotistical and smug at times and at others sweet and compasionate. He is forgiving. A murderer or rapist, could get his forgiveness if they only showed they really wanted to atone for their sins. He beleives most people are sheep who fallow ideals blindly and often fall to their own bizzare beleifs, doing things that otherwise they would look down upon. He has his own personallized honor code, that combined with his obessive compulsive disorder, his insomnia, his narclapsy, his memory problems, and his slight problem with multitasking, makes his every action seem bizzare and even twisted to others.

He has a sick sense of humor, finding things like dead babies and things that would otherwise make people sick or angery funny. Though this is only in verbal jokes, as he would never really find it funny in a real life situation. He is playfull and often romantic, though he tends to get tangled in multiple realtionships at times. He is hardheaded and wont give up when he feels he is right, though he is not scared to admit his mistakes bluntly and move on as well as bluntly state other's mistakes adn not caring about it. He isn't easily made angery by those who make simple or large mistakes and often sees them just as that a mistake. He over analyzes people often, and thinks deeply about their actions, their lives, and their words to a point where he can fully understand the persons actions, then will often just state that to them. At times he seems like a wise man, and others a total idiot. Often to his own accord.

Personal Items

Weapon:

Ritual and Repentence
These twin hand daggers are desighned with strange alien writings of unimaginalbe origins. Curved well, and similar to the decratives on Crie's shirt and pants, The blade is a mix of puprle and grey and the handle has three strange triggers on it. These are assumed to be related to the barrles on either side of the punching dagger's sides. The Gun-Katars are strange in origin, though for various reasons don't work. He doesn't have the ammunition, so they are only merely used as blades, where as the barrels are currently useless untill he gains a good bit of knowledge about this world's physics. It'll be a few levels, before he will get them working, then he can simply pass these weapons off as magic, when in actuallity it is technology from his unusal past.

Weapon (Material) Type:

WraithIron
A strange material made from an algamnation of etherial and material components. This metal has the capacity to strike spirits, and ehteral creatures, who would not noramlly be effected by material weapons. Unfortunitly if it strikes a spirit, it cannot strike a material creature in the same turn, having a time span between etherial and material stages. Otherwise the blades themselves are only about as strong as steel, untill Crie performs some upgrades.

Armor:

Crie does not ware armor, though he prefores breastplates, bracers, and boots. He will also take on a buckler if he desires.

Armor (Material) Type:

Crie Does not ware armor.

Items:

He carries with him three necklaces, they are of no power but do hold an importance to him. Each representing a stage in his life up to the point of his current existence. He has in his possesion a bag of holding, which is a simple small bag that may hold more then it appears it could hold within a tiny pocket dimention within the bag. This item is fairly common, though unheard of in most circles. Inside of the bag, he has a pair of dog tags, a signat badge of some russian origins, as well as a book, in which he uses to keep track of various events as his memory often fails to remember people.

Item (Material) Type:

Made of various, non-magical, non-important materials with no real purpose or goals. Except for the tear drop shaped item upon his necklace, it seemingly holds some properties that cannot be unlocked untill he himself gains more power. Though he does not intend to do so.

[Crie Snillor]

Roleplay Example:

Zathina Mage: I was not mad to hear it was I? The scratching and sniffing, the scuttering of beasties in the walls. Those reached things, that only the cats could hear. Was I truley mad? Finally my answer, finally the truth, and all I needed was help. A little help. I found them, I found them indeed in the whine cellar. The gateway to some unknown corradors, to some horrid place. I found them. To think it only started last week... When my grandfather had died and the faimly house of years fell to my posession... Crie Snillor, had always been the sort to think of himself as, common, and out of place. His faimly, was one of stories and pride, though never had they ever spoken to him of their past. Sometime in their history, they all seemed to just vanish. The entire history was errased. This place held answers. Why no one knew of it, was weird to him, but of coruse, he never did mind it. His heavy sigh could only be matched with his distant, platinum eyes as he got off the bus to this part of the country, at this late hour. He would need directions to the old house, whom no one had lived in for years... at least he thought no one lived in, maybe a few servents. The old house, whom, seemed more to wanting it burnt down then anything, was to be his new home for the next few weeks as he started his studies into his history, his faimly. There came to mind a strange thought, as he walked up the street, seeing the large old doors, and a figure moving about within one of the windows, in what he beleived to be the study...

Shindigsdawikid: His eyes skimmed through some old records he had meaned to read for a while now, pacing intently across the room as it helped him think but something in the window distracted him.The room was unlit so he himself was hard to see as he stared at the pedestrian o the street, having felt himself be watched.He stopped pacing.

Zathina Mage: The man paused, "Must be one of the servents mentiond within the will." he stated, and made his way to the door, putting down his suitcase, and opening it, unlocking it with his key. Seeming a bit surprised at how well the place had been keept by the 'servents'. "Wounder who pays them to keep the place up, I better find the head of them so I can show them I'm here." he paused and looked at the paper to make sure he read everything right before looking up and squinting his eyes a moment int he dakrness, and flipping the lights on.

Shindigsdawikid: The light flooded into the study from the hall way and he bustled out of it in quick even strides.He had seen the man walk up the path and it puzzled why and ow he was inside.He tilted his head at him in a confused frown, squinting a little in the light.Most vampires lked the light as they could see alot more of the colour spectrum with it on but his eyes where albino ones and it stung irritably, his 'condition' made it worse.So he squinted now, wondering how he got in and looked at the key and then at him again. Intresting. He was still holding the records

Zathina Mage: He paused and saw Domovoi, his eyes instantly investigating the erie man. The man was of tradition, that he could tell and his eyes and skin made his mind tick with images of things he had prior read. This man seemed more of romanian, maybe russian origins. Crie smiled, "Sorry about that." he flipped the lights off, "I had no idea there was someone sensitive to the light in the house." he stated and looked to him, "I'm Crie Snillor, my father who owned the will to this land ressently passed away. I know none of the Snillors have made their way to this building in a long time but I came in interest of the Snillor name. I hope it's not to abrumt of me to just arrive withotu warning. Would you happen to be the man in charge of the servents at the moment?" he spoke clearly and assertive, sort of proud of his faimlies apparent historical riches.

Shindigsdawikid: He had looked at him with intent intrest until he had said the word 'servants'.He thought fast."Err...We're more care takers...Your families...Property managers let us live here."He told him and stood more upright.He didn't like being thought of as a servant.He had come from a rich family too even if he hated it...Had hated it.The family was all gone now and knew what was left of this persons more importanrt family members had been too.But it's history and that's important ofcourse.He reminded himself and just blinked at Crie to see what he had to say about them not being servants.

Zathina Mage: He paused, "I see, well, I guess it's our fault for not checking in." He laughed to himself, "So, I guess I also should of called ahead of time, but when I heard my faimly actually had an estate, actualy had some history beyond the filthy backwoods town I come from, I personally couldn't help but to jump on the way here to find out more about my faimlies history. Something about it has made them keep the entire history from us, those of them who know it. I presume you either know or have been keept in the dark entirely as well?" he asked seeming obviously to desire this most, beofre moving slowly toward the stairs, so he wouldn't be at such great distance.
Shindigsdawikid: "Well...I was just touching on that subject this night.Sorry if I was prying into something personal but I was also intrested in the history of this place..."He waved a little the papers in his hand."So far it's a little vague but I only started reading."He explained.
"I do know that whatever it was, there was something the people considered blasembous. I beleive the history may lay with the people of the town, maybe tommarrow morning I'll go out and ask around, figure things out. Would you happen to have an guest rooms prepared?" he asked simply then looking around, "I'd as well, when it is conveniant, meet the other care takers."

Shindigsdawikid: There was faint the sound of music from somewhere inside the house.Domovoi paused a moment as he always did for thought."Well yes we have a spare bedroom prepared.It was already like that when we came here but I had the sheets changedand that sort of thing a while ago.It can get so...Musty in here.And it is conveiniant, I don't know how they'll react and I apologise if some are abrasive."He graciously nodded in a polite earnestness but this gesture was interupted by someone sneaking out of somewhere behind him and giving him a glomp.They peered over the shoulder of the solid man with an intrested single bright green eye at Crie, looking him up and down.Dom seemed not very moved by the glomp and just peered at her a moment then back to Crie.
"Abrasive?"Shin stepped out behind the tall Domovoi and folded her arms.

Zathina Mage: He paused, "I'm surprised in this day and age Abrasive is even used." he grins, then his eyes move to her and more a moment his serious face seemed to change to a more, complex, face, that couldn't really fit any normal emotion as his mind ran over the various thoughts that came to mind, his instantanious reaction was that of most men, whitch went straight to sex, but out of his own inner thought processes forced it out of his mind with the best of his power thinking it disgusting to just suddenly think of that... though he had to admit she was a beautiful women if any. He paused and smiled toward her with a strange nod, "Hello, I'm Crie Snillor, current owner of the estate." he states and moves closer as he would rather be talkign to them from nearby, then from opposite side of the stairs. Still with suit case in hand.

Shindigsdawikid: She looked intrested then frowned in a defensive manner."Your not kicking us out are you?"She looked almost threatening even if she had hardly moved at all.
Domovoi coughed and put ahand on her shoulder, it was restraining but gentle."No no he's just here to do some delving into his family history and will be staying here for a time.Is that okay with you...?"The last sentence was slightly sarcastic and humourous, which was a little hard to pick up but she did emediatly and shrugged off his hand."Hey I was just asking..."She said covering up how "abrasive" she had been.He smiled breifly at her as if to say 'told you so',

Zathina Mage: He chuckled, "What a crew, are all the current residents like this?" he asked Domovoi, "If so, meeting everyone will be most entertaining." he paused as he finally was within arms reach of them, "Don't worry, I have no intention of kicking you out, actually if anything, I am only here to find out about my faimly history. How long as your faimly lived here as the care takers?" he asked, seemingly with something in mind.

Shindigsdawikid: Domovoi smiled a little as he used the words: "crew" and "family" as they where affectionate terms they used when reffering to themselves.He answered the most recent question first."We've been here for around a year.Before that we just lived in the big city which we got a bit tired of."
Now Shin got to open her mouth about speaking about themselves.When it came to casual social matters he let Shin talk.He knew she would anyway and just folded his arms behind his back.She kept it unoficial and that's how he wanted to keep the group.Anything official would seem alien or threatening.
"Heh like what?I guess some of us are.We're just not all dusty like you two are if that's what you mean.Well maybe Chips is sometimes.He's a nerd so yeah.Anyway come into the loungeroom.We're all lounging there right now."Shin gestured with a thumb over her shoulder down the hall to where the music was playing.

Zathina Mage: He paused, "Ummm... What do I do with my luggage?" he asked real quick, grinning as he also stated, "Soooo theres a nerd in the house? Great someone who speaks my langauge." he looks to Domovoi, "And a historian...." he then looks to Shin and grins, "And someone who Glomps people." he chuckles, "God, I love this place already." he stated and fallowed Shin down the dark corriders, whos ancient lights were somewhat brightend by these unfamilior faces.

Shindigsdawikid: Shin chuckled."I don;t glomp that much.And I'm suprised you know what a glomp is...Here, we'll go to your room first.It's the only spare room we have that's not lockedc or filled with junk."She lead him down a wing off the hallway and then opened the door for him."Sorry the rooms a lil' musty.We do't go in here much cuase' we don't need to."
Domovoi watched them go and went to the loungeroom to tell everyone what was happening before Shin lead him there so there wouldn't be any confusion.

Zathina Mage: Crie smiled as they reached the room and opening the door he screeched. A small animal leaped up into his arms, and made him drop his bag... A cat, whom upon his catching mewed... "Whos this little thing?" he asked curiously, looking toward her with his confused face not yet seeing the room, as it was. Something, erie to behold. The room seemed a bit large, the wall covered in some old painting, and some strange atmosphere was enough to convert the simplest mind to a slight terror.

Shindigsdawikid: Shin looked uneasy as she frowned confusedly at the cat."Not ours!I've never seen it before...That's...That's odd."She looked warilly around the room.

Zathina Mage: He paused and looked at his hands, his eyes going in a moment of horror, as his hair seemed to stand almost on end a moment... The Cat was gone, and with out notice. He shuttered, "That... was creepy... Happen often?" he asked picking up the case and placing it in the room, quickly unpacking and seeming to make himself at home within mere seconds.

Shindigsdawikid: "This whole place is creepy."Shin muttered almost in a hushed voice as if the house would hear, staring a little at the place."But stuff like that is rare..."

Zathina Mage: He paused, "This kind of stuff fallows me. I always end up in some place rumored to have vampires, werewolfs, ghosts. I personally beleive in them all, though I doubt I'll ever see more then a few abberitions. I tend to keep a photo album of the things I find. Ever sense the faimly riches sort of fell to my grandfather, hes taken me many a places." he chuckled and sighed, "Then he died, and now I finally get to find out about my faimly.. with this place this town." he girns at her, "So to the lounge."

Shindigsdawikid: She was in thought for a moment then broke into a smile."Yes..Yes ofcourse...."She welcomed this opotunity. The cat had freaked her out and the mere thought of the company warmed her.She then reminded herself she still hadn't introduced herself."Oh...I havn't said my name have I?"She put her hand out."Shindigs."She simply said with a slight smile.

Zathina Mage: He paused, "I hope you don't mind it, but I'll just call you Shin. Shindigs reminds me to much of my home, and frankly I rather not be reminded of that dread place." he shook her hand, "Did I introduce myself?" he seemed to not think about it, and seemed completely lost a moment. Then smiled, "Think the others will mind me being here?" he asked.

Shindigsdawikid: "Shin is what everyone calls me anyway.And you did, don't worry.And no they should be fine with it as long as everyone else is."She assured him in a matter of fact way."Wanna go see them all then?We where all just being lazy butts and talking before you came."

Zathina Mage: He nods and chuckles, "Are they all..." he paused and stopped himself, he wanted to say as cute as her, but he changed it to, "As interesting as the ones I've heard of, and how many are there?" he asked happily toward her.

Shindigsdawikid: "Intresting?I guess.And there'sss..."She didn't think in terms of numbers for them all so she counted on her hand, mouthing names half to herself."5 others and one extra but he only lives here half the time.He only seems to want to live in basements but..."She got uneasy."He doesn't seem to lke our basement."

Zathina Mage: He paused, "The basement? So it's unoccupied..." he chuckled and smiled patting her back as he came over and motioned his hand to the hall, "So lets go meet the others, I"m excited, and I'm unsure how long I can hold in my own excitement."

Shindigsdawikid: She chuckled."That excited huh?" She lead her to the lounge room where all of the crew awaited them.Domovoi stood by to make sure they where at leasy somewhat polite.They saw him enter and all stood up.Spike thinking himself older than all those who hadn't introduced themselves yet.He gave a charismatic grin and tilted his head in an inviting but slightly egostic way."The name's Spike."The name was well place, he stood out like a Spike, his manner, his energy, his general apearance and "coolness".His hair was also spiked up but not in a punk way, more sublty.

Shindigsdawikid: The others seemed to murmer amongst themselves, smiling a little at Spike's way, almost scoffing and making fun of him.

Zathina Mage: Crie's eyes went wide, "Dude, you so gotta teach me how to get my hair to stand like that." He stated to Spike and introduced himself, "Crie Snillor." he stated simply then turned to look at them all, in his unrealistic, charismatic, and almost inhuman weridness at how forward he was at this.

Shindigsdawikid: Spike just chuckled and leaned back giving a step back, letting his general air give way for the others."Umm...I'm Dylan and this is my bro Jesse."Said the youngest and general seeming the most relaxed there.They both seemed just regular boys.They where a bit older than being midteens but they where still alot seemed more simple but honest then the rest of them.

Zathina Mage: He nods towards them, "Twins, never had a brohter myself. Well not one I knew. Looked up to me for a bit." he started to think, "Then turned to a jerk, it's harder having a brother I'd say. Though I"d love to mess with people the way twins can do."

Shindigsdawikid: They looked at each other and chuckled."Naw we're not twins.We do look like it though."Jesse told him."Yeah Jesse's older by 2 years and he's a bit short."He gave a playful grin as he avoided the anoyed glance from his brother.Jesse supressed his want to shove him and just said."Meh."The only noticable real noticale differance between them is that Dylan was more of a 'pretty boy' and Jesse had some sort of product in his hair to give it more of a tussled look.
Waiting pattiently behind and to the side of them where two others.

[Crie Snillor]

Zathina Mage: Crie looked to them, "Hello there." he stated, trying to get them to speak up, he had been waiting, and honestly wanted to meet them all quickly and get to some good conversation... It had been a while shese he had spoken to anyone after all he had been travelling with his grandfather for a few years and only had been in short conversations with others sense his death. These people he intended to get to know.

Shindigsdawikid: The red head politely looked to the girl next to him to see if she would like to talk first.She squirmed on the spot although smiled."Errr...No you go first."She answered to his look.
He sighed a little and moved forward, a hand behind his back and a hand forward for a handshake."They call me Chips.Pleased to meet you."He offered a smile at him.His hair was a natural orange red colour and his eyes a greyish blue green but it was hard to tell in this light and behind his reading glasses.He didn't need them...But he still never took them off.He was short and scrawny, even more so than Dylan even if he seemed older, especially in mind.

Zathina Mage: Crie paused and chuckled, "Chips, honored, If I heard right your the only one here who'd know the theories of Trask Hoffmen, I hope we have plenty of time to speak our... nerd talk." he chuckled in the inside jokes as he was secretly refrencing a 'geek' trend, and this Dr. Trask he had mentioned was nothing more then a really funny internet geek who had made alot of videos, no geek has gone without seeing. With a sly chuckle he stopped, "I take it, shes shy." Crie scratched his head.


Shindigsdawikid: Chips smiled more warmly and chuckled as well when he mentioned the geekyness and seemed very cheerful at this but was quiet and just gave a nod so the last one would talk.
The little blonde squirmed on the spot and smiled nervously at Crie."My names Candice..."She said quietly.Standing next to her Chips looked strangly pasty in comparison to her normal rosy face, but most red heads where pale weren't they...?

Zathina Mage: He paused, "Heh, I think I'm gonna get along here Candice, tell me, they don't get much sun do they? Nor do I. Night person personally." he laughed to himself and shook his head, "So what were we all talking about before I sooo rudely interruppted?"

Shindigsdawikid: "Oh it wasn't rude!"Candice quickly assured him."And I don't remember...I was just watching the tv."She said and smiled meekly.
"Well I was the referee of a bet between the two knuckle heads here of who could come up with the correct deffinition of a black hole first."
Jesse and Dylan chattaered between themselves in a brotherly of who had the most accurate description.
It seemed hardly noticable but Domovoi was suddenly out of the room as the energy started to become more casual.
Shin chuckled as she put the TV out of mute.Whenever Domovoi was in the room and there was "official" bussiness the tv was always muted.She liked the background sound, the comforting familiur drone soothed that feeling in the back of their mind cuased by this strange place.

Zathina Mage: Crie smiled, "Black Holes? My favorite areas in space." pun was intended. He turned then seemed a bit uneasy, looking about the room in a moment of... confusion, "Whats that?" he heard something they didn't hear, that dreaded sound, those wretched beasts clawing, and scratchign, and nawing into the very earth. Then it would be heard enough for the vampire ears to hear, oddly enough moments after Crie who was merely human. Crie heard as they did two sounds, the nawing, and scamperring of thousands of mice squeaking and making the various sounds of mice. Candice would never hear this sound, though the nightmerish sounds were accompanied, as outside, the cats of the small ville slowly gathered and started to scratch at the sides of the house, clawing and whinning, to get in, wanting at the mice, whom seemed physically unexistent, as there was no smell, no flesh, only sound within the horrid walls of this ancient house.

Shindigsdawikid: They all stopped, stood still, stopped talking, just froze in confusion and creeping fascinated horror.This was all strange.They stared at Crie a moment.They all knew this house wasn't right and now her had came this happened.
"The fuck..."Spike muttered and his face looked repulsed as he looked all around them.His fingers twitched for the comfort of his guns but he knew not to just walk around with them.They where just mice...Wheren't they?He shudered.Alot of mice...But where was the mice smell?And the cats...You couldn't shoot at cats.That was stupid.Similar thoughts where running through all of their minds and silence amongst them was broken by Candice."I'm scared!"She said in all her honesty and looked around for someone to comfort her, really needing it.Shin sighed putting an arm out and letting her cling to her side.Shin put an arm around her.Something about Candice seemed to rely heavilly on her and all of them here.
Shindigsdawikid: Jesse laughed but a tad nervously at the weirdness.

Zathina Mage: Crie paused, "So you do hear that... It seems to be heading downstairs.. that wretched sound... lets see.. where they are all going." he fallowed the walls looking over them in a strange manner, "These walls are ancient, there is a layer of wood over a layer of stone." he said, "I studied a bit of arcitecture." he stated then moved down the stairs fallowing the sounds, as a few cats had managed to get in and were running even further, toward the basement, clawing, and mewing, wanting inside the damp and horrid layer of Crie's ancestors.

Shindigsdawikid: Spike followed in front, thinking himself as the protector of them all after Domovoi.Domovoi himself hurried after Crie."What's going on?"He asked as he had been in the other room when the horrible noise started.Candice stood on top of the stairs unsurely as they all walked past her slowly into the depths."Common it'll be okay."Shin told her and dragged her after them.

Zathina Mage: He paused and pushed the doors open, but it was to late. The sound had ended and as it did, the cats, instantly stopped the searching, seeming somewhat distrubed at their failure and giving up at the horror, of the horror of that wretched sound... "I..." he sighed, "....That... was weird..." Crie seemed tired, very tired as hell. "...Can we go to rest for the rest of teh night, morning nears.. and frankly I"m tired, we should investigate upon the sound further when rested..." he put a hand to his head, the whole thing had drained him quickly.

Shindigsdawikid: Spike looked at him oddly as he was closest and noticed this tiredness the most.Candice jogged up the stairs, heading out of there."Kay!"She quickly and simply agreed.
There where murmers of solem agreement as the whole episode had freaked them out.He had worded it so well and it was a good idea.They dispersed except for Shin and Spike who moved more slowly to inspect or talk to him."You alright man?"Spike asked."Yeah your real tired...Was it from freaking you out or your trip here do you think?"Shin asked.

Zathina Mage: He paused, "I don't know. I"ve never... found myself... so tired so suddenly." he stated and wobbled his way to his room, with what help he may of gotten... It would be a full night full of cyclopean nightmares...... I retired early, being very sleepy, but was harrassed by dreams of the most horrible sort. I seemed to be looking down from an immense height upon a twilit grotto, knee-deep with filth, where a whitebearded daemon swineherd drove about with his staff a flock of fungous, flabby beasts whose apperance filled me with unutterable loathing. Then, as the swineherd paused and nodded over his task, a mighty swarm of rats rained down on the stinking abyss and fell to devouring beasts and man alike...

Shindigsdawikid: They all got up the same way they usually did but there was a general underlying uneasyness as they all congreated around the kitchen.Candice was making herself some food.Domovoi was reading a newspaper.For once the light was on, for Crie's sake maybe or becuase it comforted the rest of them, especially Candice.She had the radio on but low in case it disturbed them and was humming a little as she loaded a few hot fudge sundae pop-tarts onto her plate from the toaster, murmering a moment how they where hot, to herself more than anything.The others where milling about.Chips was trudging off to the bathroom to comb his tussled hair.

Zathina Mage: Crie had gotten downstairs, in his classic jacket, and his shirt and pants, black and cargo. He smiled at them, "I'll return shortly, I plan on asking around town about my faimly before a further investigation." he stated simply with a long, strange thought, "I know last night was werid, but I feel I can better understand it with some simple investigation itno the city. Anyone wanna show me around?" he asked simply.

Shindigsdawikid: "I'll come!"Shin said, aching to get out of the house.It wasn't that she was sick of it but the people she was close to-if she was around them to long their emotions swimmed around her and made her feel claustrophobic.She pulled on her old long leather jacket and put her hands together in a light clap."We better hurry while it's still early."

Zathina Mage: He nodded, "Thanks, was hopeing you would." he chuckled, and left the old building and with that the entire house seemed to ease without his pressence, though this uneasiness did not fallow him outside. He seemed to slowly move within the darker streets, where he was instantly recognised by a man, who made way to avoid them. Crie smiled with interest at the town, not notcing the man, but did look toward Shin, "Where to?"

Shindigsdawikid: Shin blinked a little dazedly at him."Well...Perhaps the library?It closes late on this day so we might be able to talk to the librarian about old newspapers and things like that."She said simply, seeming to relax now that they where in the open air and breathed in the night air.

Zathina Mage: He smiled and nodded, "Lead the way." he actually had been the entire time fighting his sub concious mind. Every turn he watned to flirt, and resisted every moment of it, as he was not sure how long he'd stay and knew these short relationships could be damaging. He looked about the town, and as men started to whisper, people were already giving glares toward the new comer... Shin would pick up Snillor spoken amongst many the conversations, as they walked through this sleepy hallow.

Shindigsdawikid: She frowned to herself and resisted the urge to return her own glares."Your attracting alot of attention."She murmered quietly in a sideways manner to him.So his families reputation was unsavoury...This history of his is starting to have nasty connotations.She thought to herself as she lead him past some parked and shops towards the public library.

Zathina Mage: Those words spoken, if only I had listend, if only I had pleaded my sanity to some other madness then this. Those nightmarish worlds that exist within the depths of that cellar, the rats, those rats in the walls, and the gnawing and scurring about. Nothing but rats everywhere were rats rats in the walls....
Crie Snillor stood somewhat perplexed as the man spoke to him, "Snillor, we don't want any of your kind in this here town." Crie paused and seemed confused a moment only to ask, "Why...?"
"What you don't know? Blarg. Your faimly are blasphemous beasts, evil to the core! As I presume you are Mr.Snillor, your kind has not been welcome here in ages. So leave! After the rats came down from the hill, hundreds of years ago, out of that rot filled house you fools live in, and devoured all manner of beasts, how can you dare return! When John Snillor murdered the others, and did our country a favor by leaving it, those wretched beasts from your pagen faimly took destruction upon the land! Leave! At once or you may not like what you find Mr.Snillor."


Shindigsdawikid: Shin stood there in silent suprise.This was all very strange and discomforting, she shifted on the spot as it was not her place to say anything.And she had thought HER "family" where hated abominations...Well this seemed to run deeper than even their strangeness.

Zathina Mage: The towns people started to gather behind the man and Crie, though originally seemed ready to pounce, was now in fear.. "No problem.. I'll just go back to the house, and leave you kind people alone.." He stated looking at Shin, knowing and feeling like a coward, but these people, these were alot of people... Who hated him for some fairy tell... About rats... He turned and began to make his way back, one man tossing an apple core at him, fallowed by a few other peices of trash by a few other people.

Shindigsdawikid: Shin had tolerated their hate but when it came to trash throwing...Now that was too far.Too far back in time as well as in hate."Now that's quite enough."She snarled."He knows nothing of his family and he's leaving you alone you...You small minded towns folk."Her eyes flashed oddly, defensively and becuase she was in the cross fire for this outdate villager ritual of trash throwing.She gave a lasting glare at them and then half pulled Crie on their original course back to the house.

Zathina Mage: Crie said nothing, just walking with her, it seemed to deeply disturb him. The whole thing, about the rats, and the townsfolk. More so how the townsfolk managd to act toward him. Wishing him gone. He cried, he just gently cried, and with no real shoulders of anyone he knew near by, he rested his head on Shins, and abrumptly appologized, though he contniued to cry... Obviously this was to much for him at the moment.

Shindigsdawikid: "No it's okay."She muttered and put an arm around him for him to lean on her shoulder.It was dangerous to feel alone.She thought.It made things worse.Far worse...And things seem pretty bad now.This was all starting to make her dread and want to leave the house.The city was tiring but you felt safe.It was where she belonged.Seeing the nature or the old values these people had made her desperatly want to leave, wether they where just simple minded or if there really was something terrible about that house...About Crie.She looked at Crie.He didn't seem horrible at all.

Zathina Mage: Crie just seemed to weakly continue, fallowing with her steps. When they finally arrived at the house, he seemed once more, to stagger upstairs. Tired. The whole ordeal hadn't taken long but his energy levels had fallon... He just whispered his last waking words that night to Shindigs, "I'm going to bed... Wake me in about an hour, then we can go investigate the cellar.. ok?" he asked her nicely but didn't wait for a response. He couldn't handle it as of the moment, and wobbled to his room.
I can remember vaugley that old swinerded in my dreams that night. THe dreams though were more vivid with horrible ancient rights, and terrible things. As the swinnered in the twilit grotto unleashed the rats once more upon the earth, with his fungus covered staff, and that horrid sounds. The horrid images. I couldn't tell what was real or what was just my febale mind trying to peace things together. The nightmares, oh lord the nightmares made me wish to never sleep again... I woke in a cold swet, moments before it was time for me to of been woken.

Shindigsdawikid: She looked at the watch on her arm and shrugged knocking on the door then blinked.She smelt fear.She frowned and knocked quickly.

Zathina Mage: He spoke softly, "Come on in." he said rubbing his head. That dream that horrid dream still haunted him. Was he going mad with delirium, was this all a nightmare he'd never wake from. He sighed into his own mandess and slowly got up, "Is everyone ready?" He asked simply eyes focusing on the door as his hands moved to his sides, seeming a bit unnearved by all that had happend... As his ears picked up on somehting once more.

Shindigsdawikid: She looked uneasy."Well...As ready as they'll ever be..."She stared a little at him as she studied his features."Something wrong?"

Zathina Mage: "I've been plauged by nightmares." he simply stated, "And now, I hear those rats again, those rats in the walls. Do you hear them?" this time, it seemed only he could hear them, scamppering about, and clawing their way to the bottom floor of this abyssmal hell of a home. His eyes seeming dirranged from fear and sorrow of what this all could very well mean in the end. Though waiting for her answer he already made way for the stairs.

Shindigsdawikid: She frowned as she followed and slowly shook her head."No...Not at all..."This is crazy, said her inner voice, we shouldn't be involved.This runs deeper than you should ever get into.Back out now!He's endangering us.THis is not your problem.She continued to think to herself as her reason niggled at her.They reached the bottom of the stairs and she paused."I'm going to talk to Dom for a second..."She said and moved off into the study where she could say what was on her mind.

Zathina Mage: He looked at the Cellar doors, opening them simply to view the cellar from there. Knowing they'd all be down there soon, the sound was crazed down within. Yet, he saw no rats, no rats crawling and scampering downward still toward the cellar. Was there a deeper layer? A daker place, a wold unviewed by his delutted mind in ti's utter madness, was all this a dream and he simply lay in Arkam Asylum unaware of the truths of this horror... His mind couldn't handle this mandess much longer.

Shindigsdawikid: They assembled."We've brought a friend along."Spike said."Oh and Candice and the two brothers arn't coming...See Candice is scared and the other two are staying back to "take care of her""He snickered as if they where scaredy cats.But he knew...They had every right to be scared.This new friend rocked on his heals to the balls of his feet.He was strange, something odd about him, his eyes seemed animal-like...They where a dark brown colour but they seemed to have a red tinge to them.He put his hand out.He had nicotene stains on his fingers and his nails where dirty.Every thing about him cried filth.But he seemed to have his redeeming qualities, his smile was openly friendly and his goofy large eyes seemed to have some sort of wisdom underneath them."So your names Crie?Heh...I was going to stay in this basement but..."His smile faded and he shrugged it off.He was taller than average and his coat made him look broad shouldered but even he was scared of it?It confused him as people where usually scared of him."Anyway my names Vermin."He had his smile again.There was something odd about his teeth...

Zathina Mage: He pauses, "Yes, as previously said, I'm Crie, nice to meet you. Though I wish on better circumstances. Can we proceed into the dwiry abyss?" Cats had once more made their way in the house and charged into the cellar, that seemed to stretch for ages from their view, the cats were scratching at the basis of the walls. As if they were wishing to get to these mice frantically. Crie seemed disturbed, "I don't htink.. anyone other then me hear the mice do they?" he asked seeming a bit over the edge of this, slowly now making his way down the steps.

Shindigsdawikid: Vermin jumped at the cats seeming wary of them."Is that why they're here?I don't hear them...And usually I would know if mice where here..."He slowly said, staring at how convinced these cats where.
Chips politely coughed as he adressed more pressing matters."So...What exactly is it that we're looking for?Books?Clues?Dead bodies?"

Zathina Mage: "The rats, the source of the rats, and that dreadfull sound... and.. somethign to link me to my past, something to show me why the towns people hate my faimly and who they are." he paused as he entered the dark abyss, moving to add lights to candles only to look on in a bit of shock. Were as some would expect a cellar, there was a virtual temple barried here. The symbols on the walls, only Domovoi would recognise from faint glimpses of some unknown and superior beings from time long past... And this, a temple to their worship.

[Crie Snillor]

Shindigsdawikid: Domovoi had been in the study and hurried behind him to catch up, he opened his mouth to speak that this mich not be a good idea when he went whide eyed at the sight of the temple, spluttering something in another language.Shin cuaght up too and was the first to speak."What the..."

Zathina Mage: Crie looked on, and slowly made his way, fallowing the cats and the constantly flowing sound of rats, "I can hear them, clawing their way below the cellar. God forbid! Is there a deeper dungeon to this place?!" he exclaimed in somewhat a moment of madness as they reached the end, a shrine of sorts, though it seemed simply that a shrine. All the cats, were clawing and meowing to get under the shrine, clawing at it wildly, as they sniffed and chased around it. The one cat form the prior night sat there mewing as if to plead them for help sitting there in it's odd way.

Shindigsdawikid: They all stared."This is madness..."Chips muttered."They're just cats and rats."Spike assured him, trying to convince himself as well.Shin moved closer to Domovoi."What is it?"
"These markings...They're of old things...Things most have forgotten."

Zathina Mage: Crie saw it a flicker, a flicker of a candle, and placed it at the bottom of the shrine to watch as it flickered then placed his hand nearby.. "Theres a wind.. THERES A WIND!" he cried with excitement moving to the alter, and pressing against it. Sliding to attempt and budge it, force it off of some unknown passage. "Help! It'll take all of us!" he stated in his crazed desire to learn to know more, and to assure himself this was not simply madness!

Shindigsdawikid: They looked unsure about all this.It was then Vermin who offered to help.He hadn't been there on the night when there were those horrible noises from the walls.He pushed with a suprising amount of strength.

Zathina Mage: The alter budged and Crie looked in, "...A cavern." He muttered and made his way in slowly into the passages, into the madening world below. At first little was scene, but gnawed bones. Yes bones, of human beings, some still with the look of horror upon their faces as they met some grisly deminse, bones gnawed at by those little scampering demons, those rats. His eyes peered onward.. "Theres... a village up ahead." he stated and pointed downt he cavern path and looked up toward the others as the Cats, marched in, frantic to find the mice, whom stopped making thier wild noises.

Shindigsdawikid: One by one they came in and looked uneasy."We shouldn't be here!"Chips then blurted."Look at these bones!We'll be eaten alive!"He growled at Crie for the thought of going on.Everyone said nothing.They where all thinking it. Vermin seemed the most confident though.

Zathina Mage: "How? If something ate those ancient bones, ate the flesh, how long has it been sense they ran out of food? They said that a rampage of rats once plauged the town above, that means they all left, they all left this horrid place and scampered their way upon the suraface!" Crie turned his head and his eyes opened wide, "I see cages." he walked on with or without them.

Shindigsdawikid: "But you heard them..."Chips muttered feeling that this logic had alot of holes in it but he still followed him.Curiousity drove them now."What monsters your family where."Vermin said chuckling."Breeding rats to plague people."Shin shuddered.
Domovoi looked solem as he looked at everything analytically.

Zathina Mage: As they came to the cages, to the ancient city they found the huts were of horrid construction, desighned for no human beings, with bizzare cyclopeaon desighns, and wild out of this world fill. Nothing here was right as with each cage came darker and more sinister a history. Each cage was occupied by human like beings, rather strangely familior as a younger evolution of man, or something darker. All the bones were gnawed, as were more bones, whom seemed to posses qualities to many known animals, as if this place once housed many. Thsese bones were ancient, and dark in their past. Though the nightmare before the last would be the least of their worries. It was in human....

Shindigsdawikid: Domovoi picked up one of these skulls and put it in a profile position."This isn't right...The fore head is much to sloped back...The over bite too large and the chin much to small."
Chips looked at it too."Ghastly...It's a it hard to make out though with all these bite marks.You can see though that the brow ridge is alot heavier than normal."
Domovoi nodded."This could be a mutation but...It's perfectly symetrical and there are more like this... think we are looking at a homo neanderthalensis."
Chips shook his head."This is impossible!The neanderthals existed only in Africa and around europe.This makes no sense..."

Zathina Mage: I wonder that any man among us lived and kept his sanity thorugh that hideous day of discovery. Not Vermin or Domovoi could conceive a scene more wildly increadible, more frenetically repllent, or more Gothically grotesque than the twilit grotto through which we staggered' each stumbling on revelation after revelation, and trying to keep for the nonce from thinking fo the events which must of taken place there three hundred, or a thousand, or two thousand, or ten thousand years ago. It was the antechamber of hell, Chips most of lost his mind, as we discovered that some of the bones we found must of decended from quadrupeds through the last twenty or mroe generations.
Horror piled upon horror as we began to interpret the archeitectural remains. The quadruped things--- with their occasional recruits from the biped class--- had been keept in stone pens, out of which they must have broken in their last delirium of hunger or rat-fear. There had been great herds of them, evidently fattend on the coarse of vegetables whose remains could be found as a sort of poisonous ensilage at the bottom of the huge stone bins older than Rome. I knew now why my ancestors had suchs excessive gardens--- would to heavon I couled forget! The purpose of the herds I did not have to ask...
Domovoi, seeing that Roman ruin, translated aloud the most shocking ritual I have ever known; and told of athe diet of the antediluvian cult which the priests of cybele foudn and mingled with their own. Vermin, used as he was to death and decay, coudl not walk straight when he came out of the English building. It was a butcher shop and kitchan-- he had expected that-- but it was too much to see familiar english implements in such a place, and to read familiar english graffiti there, some as recent as 1610. I could not go in that building--that building whose daemon activities were stopped only by the dagger of my ancester John le de Snillor.
What I did venture to enter was the low Saxon building whose oaken door had fallen, and there I found a terrible row of ten stone cells with rusty bars. Three had tenants, all skeletons of high grade, and on the bony forefinger of one I found a seal ring with my own coat-of-arms. Shindigs had found a vault with far older cells below the Roman Chapel, but these cells were empty. Below them was a low crypt with cases of formally arranged bones, some of them bearing terrible parallel inscriptions carved in Latin, Greek, and the toungue of Phyrgia.
Meanwhile, Domovoi found his way to open one o fht eprehistoric tumuli, and brought to light skulls which were slightly more human than a gorilla's, and which bore bore indescribably ideographic carvings. Through all this horror the cats stalked unperturbed. Once I saw them monstrously perched atop a mountain of bones, and wondered at the secrets that might lie behind their yellow eyes...

Shindigsdawikid: If she could be sick, she would of been sick.Physically sick that is.Mentally she felt like she wanted to purge herself of her all insides after all of that.Chips was in a daze, his eyes looked a little hollow wondering if this was all a bad dream.Domovoi was as and unreadable blank as ever....But the thing was, he was unreadable to her.Which was not a good sign.Vermin had a nervous grin on him, it's how he reacted to most things, a grin.And Spike was just openly disgusted.He had been a hitman once but this place would give him nightmares.
They all stood about, looking deflated as if to say "what next on this happy feild trip of horrors?"

Zathina Mage: Having gasped to some slight degree the fightful revelations of this twilit area---an area so hideously foreshadowed by my recurrent dream-- we turned to that apparently boundless depth of midnight acvern where no ray of light from the cliff could penetrate. We shall never know what sightless Stygian worlds yawn beyond the little distance we went, for itw as decided that accursed infinity of pits in which the rats had feasted, and whos sudden lack of replenishment ha ddriven the ravenous rodent army first to turn on the living herds of starving things, and then to burst forth from the priory in that historic orgy of devastation which the peasants will never forget.
GOD! Those carrion black pits of sawed, picked boneds and opened skulls! Those nightmare chasms choked with the pithecanthropoid Cletic, Roman, and English bones of countless unhallowed centuries! Some of them were full, and none can say how deep they had once been. Others were still bottomless to our searchlights, and peopled by unnamble fancies. What, I thought, of helpless rats that stumbbled into such traps amidst the blackness fo their quests in this grisly Tartarus?
Once my foot slipped near a horribly yawning brink, and i had a moment of ecastic fear. I must have been musing a long time, for I could not see any of the party but Vermin. Then there came a sound from that inky boundless, farther distance that I thought I knew,; and I saw the cats dart past me like a winged Egyptian god, straight into the illitmitable gulf of the unknown. But I was not far behind, for there was no doubt after another second. It was the eldritch scurrying of those fiend-born rats, always questing for new horrors, and determined to lead me on even unto those grinning caverns of earth's center where Nyarlathotep, the mad faceless god, howls blindly in the darkness to the piping of two armorphous idiot flute-players.
My searchlight expired, but still I ran. I heard voices, and yowls, and echoes, but above there gently rose that impious insidious scurrying; gently rising, rising, as a stiff blaoted corpse gently rises above an oily river that flows undr endless onyx brides to a black putrid sea.
Something bumped into me- something soft and plump. It must have been the rats; vicious gelatinous ravenous army of feast on the dead and the living..... Why shouldn't rats eat a Snillor as a Snillor eats forbidden thigns?... No, NO I tell you, I am not that daemon swineherd in the twilit grotto! It was not Vermins face upon that flabby fungous thing! Who says I am a Snillor?
He lived, but my grandfather died! ... Shall a vampire hold the lands of a Snillor?... It's voodoo, I tell you.... That spotted snake.... Curse you, Chips, I'll teach you to faint at what my faimly do!... 'Sblood, thou stinkard, I'll learn ye how to gust... wolde ye swynke me thilke wys? .... Magna mater! Magna Mater!... Atys... Dia ad aghaidh's ad aodaun.... agus bas dunach ort! Dhona's dholas ort, agus leat-sa!...Ungl... ungl... rrlh... chchch...
That is what they say Crie said, when they found him in the blackness after three hours; foudn him crouching in the blackness over the hafl eaten body of Vermin, with the cats leaping and tearing at Crie's throat....

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The above role play posts, was a pre desighned role play plot based around H.P. Lovecraft's The Rats in the Walls. The Role play even has direct quotes from The Rats in the Walls so the entire role play is not a result of any indivduals genius, but a product of fun and fan boy-dom. The Role Play is also not cannon to Crie Snillors time line, but gives an interesting view into his world before he became a traveller of worlds.

[Crie Snillor]

History/Background:

Ritual
He was born in West Virginia, USA, of another world. This world, whose name, means nothing now, was for the longest time his home. Crie was raised by a mother whom didn't care for him much, and a grandfather, whom he spent most of his days with watching the stars and going on their own odd kind of adnvtures. Till 1995, upon whitch Crie Snillor had a twisted fate. A disturbance in the fabric of reality twisted and morphed him, for mere moments, and spreading to the world, splitting his single world into a series of multiple time lines. Though only he would later know the darker side of the effects, Crie Snillor began with multiple histories.

Xombieverse
Born in West Virginia, he grew up in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do, and no friends for the first few years of his life. He was alone. One year he went to Camp Horseshoe where a gypsy told him on the last week that he would one day be a great movie director, thus setting his lifelong goal into motion. When he entered 2nd grade he became friends with someone who, by becoming friends with, made all the other children pick on him. He defended his friend and vice versa. In 7th grade more pals came along, in fact it went from 1 friend in the world, to increasing by 11th grade well over 100 'close friends'. He soon found that he had a unique ability to get people to trust him quickly. Often, people would seek advice from him, even if they didn't know him too well.

He found, as well, that he could easily understand movies, television, and even video games to such a point he memorized them for fun. He soon began to idolise his hero, Mr. T , after seeing the Mr. T vs. Everything comic series. He gained his own honor code, although it was so different from most, most never caught on. Oddly enough, he also developed the concept that, "If I act innocent, people will expect less form me" and "If I act crazy, people will think I'm funny." He started to crave attention based onto the death of his grandfather, the only family member who ever paid attention to him, or cared that he was a human being too.

More on the concept of his Murdock complex, as he called it, many friends knew him as the guy who, no matter how serious the situation, no matter what the danger, he'd always say something stupid that was so ill-placed you had to laugh at it. He often found himself looking about in a confused manner creating strange sayings and such not. He was not without his dark side, however. Often, when alone, he'd seem to slip into a trance, like fading into another world, dreaming of such things that would never come, love, family.. He felt at such times that nothing would ever bring him true happiness..

Since childhood, he dreamed of being a movie director, so one day, his father sent him a gift. Using the most advanced of technology he created a 'hover cam' that would record what Crie wanted it to then send the recordings to a location somewhere Crie always kept secret. This became his memento from his father.The next day, the first zombie attack took place. His family died. All he had left was his 'hover cam' that he named Watson.

The Prisoner
Being Hired becasue of a prison outbreak, he and a group of others would journey to save the prison. Hired by the warden and his assitant, he would travel with a young girl named Ventus Agito, a Spartan from new Sparta named Hector, an average man whos name is not exactly remembered, an undead construction worker with a desire to repent for his sins. An undead man, who could not speak, yet was large and had a great intellegence. These were the warriors he would travel there with. Fighting through undead prisoners, monsters, and more prsioners to capture their leader and bring him in as well as taking back the prsion. Crie and the others would never speak of the events there again.

Spartan Odysessy
Crie Snillor was enraged. Chaos, a man who shared his appearnace, would kidnap Ventus Agito and force Crie to do two things. Simply go to New Sparta and retrieve the heart of a spartan, then enter the city of Sebeth. Sound easy enough? He would travel with Hector who was on his way home from the Prisoner events and a group of other strangers. A one legged man, a crazy girl who talked to her baseball bat. An astronaught who had travelled to space and just returned to find his world changed during his time in stasis. A self proclaimed Goddess and a boy who carried the Excalibur itself and was of Viking desent in apperance. They travelled to New Sparta only to face a great evil, a christian evil who was determined to over throw New Sparta. They fought it and won. Only to learn that they would all be considered true Spartan Warriors for their actinos. This came at a price. They had to get married. Crie wouldn't be there long enough for that, as soon Chaos, and his evil plans were unfolding.

Chaos had tricked a group of variants from Sebeth, an underground safe havon for the sentient undead, to go to New Sparta and stop Crie from adventuring to Sebeth at all costs. Unaware of Chaos' plans, and Crie's motives, a third party arrived who was after Vigora. The three parties did battle for the fate of New Sparta and Sebeth, only for in the aftermath Chaos to escape and an angered newly formed group to chase after him. The ending events, that lead to a battle with the Four Fiends, and the ultimetn defeat of Chaos and death of Ventus Agito would send Crie into a depressed state. No one would see him again, as he would soon find a way off that world, with a moped of unusal capacities.

Dragon Planet Universe

Epilouge

In ancient times there existed a civilization known as Crimsonia. This civilization was very prosperous. It was without question the most advanced civilization ever. Although they were so intelligent they still believed in the same gods ever since their beginning. This was because their gods lived among them. Yes, odd but true. Everyday there would be a ceremony where they would offer an abundant material known as Crimsonite (Crimsonians named it) to there gods. Unaware to themselves or their gods, this martial radiated pure evil. Eventually their gods became corrupt. They ordered the Crimsonians to conquer every country on Earth... So the world went to war. Although out numbered by their enemy’s, the Crimsonian technology was to powerful and crimsonia was on the verge of wining...

One faithful day a rag-tag group of heroes from Crimsonia, who were rebelling, and The Crimson Eyed Maiden stumbled upon a secret. That all the gods and goddesses of every religion co-existed with each other, unaware of each other’s existence. So using the powers of a crimson moon they forced the gods and goddesses to meet. Soon after an alliance was formed brining lead by a god named Yahweh. They became part of the war and crimsonia's forces quickly diminished, forcing the crimsoninan gods to jump in. In the proceeding battle many lives were lost mortal and god alike. In the end crimsonia sank into the ocean. Being on the continent of Atlantis, it destroyed both civilizations...

Many died in that battle; so many that all there souls could not fully enter the afterlife. So the surviving gods and goddesses flung their souls and powers through time. Somewhere between 1900 AD and now the powers and souls possessed new bodies temporarily becoming one with there vessels souls and mental states. The recipients of the powers and souls gained there powers, but a god sow how bad this could turn out to be, so it changed the frequency that the dimension vibrated at to counter act the vibrations of the powers canceling them out at his areas of control. The unique thing about this was that the people's new power worked in a way that they could still control their powers from anywhere but work in other dimensions. Those who gained these powers became incredibly smart, and/or imaginative.

The Reatec War

The war began simply with the two side's favorite creations the evil ones cybergs and the good ones Hugens (a race of half human half animal beginnings with extreme knowledge of martial arts). The battles where being lead by the evil Sibergo and the good NLS an elite team of hugen fighters (Twist, Doc, Mona Lisa, and Yosi Veloba). Many things popped out of the wor as a result...

The first war lasted 3 millenniums in DPU time, it ended when the good creator came to DPU and got personally involved in the wor. This was through a unique tele-tulpus ability witch aloud them to become a quasi-existent being. In other words they had the ability to be in more then one place at a single time. Although there true bodies were on Earth in our dimension, they appeared in DPU as physical tulpuses which were controlled by their earth-selves mentally, as if they were playing a game.

The second half of the war began with the coming of an evil creature named scarless. She almost killed off the hugens till she ran into the hugen prince Ceacer Veloba and fell in love. It turned her good, and that ended her rain of terror... But many others came. The shokain princesses Celestio and Calitho, came and tried to take control of the good creators creations... But felled, instead they fell in love with him. Unfortunately he did not love them back, but it still stopped them in their tracks. Followed by Doom King, and the council of evil... ottak, and eventually the evil creator came... the real war began...

soon many creations came into existence, the battles erupted. For years they fought then it almost ended when the evil one committed a crime of such violence, such evil, that the other creators (new ones appeared over the years in DPU, currently 5 active) were in total shock... What he did is unmentionable that I cannot tell you (so that people below 18 can read this). This outrage lead to non-stop attacks upon His area of control... He claimed then that the other creator had started this, and tried to convince the other creators to join him.

Luckily the other creators were good of heart and continued to fight. A nightmare began that year, the other creators attacked him and they did there best to defeat him along side all the creations of DPU... At that moment the existence split into two existences, one the good ones won and the other.... Evil ruled.... Peace quickly followed in the good DPU, but realizing that with every action taken or not taken existence will split for each time line... They had to formulate a plain. Every existence vibrates to its master’s tune (Absolute). Using a special attack called Frequency; they could prevent the "Great Split". But how to defeat an absolute?

Then one of the creators discovered something, the tell about the Crimsonian princess. It turns out the evil creator was one of the vessels for her. The good creator begged the Creator goddess named Vigora to send the powers of the vessels to their original master. Eventually she agreed. Soon the good creators attacked and used frequency, right before they entered that existence. The battle suddenly became one sided, as the evil one became mortal! Soon the other existence became peaceful under the reincarnated princesses rule... The evil one is constantly trying to gain power but is constantly seeing things. And the good ones are relaxing. But the original good one, soon realized that in that short time the existence most of split a million times... or more... He is currently preparing to liberate them...

Updates to DPU as of 2004

Somehow The evil one returned. Then the creators, fought to stop him. The good one, found a way unlike any other. He found a way to break one's link with DPU in all ways. So he cut it. Now only by the combined powers of all the absolutes in all time and spaces, can it be fixed. No way the evil can ever return.

The original good creator is currently in a constant array of training. He kind of fears that this may happen again, but this time, all his allies are there to help him. The good, the bad, the neutral... But of late he has had some unique problems, he is sharing his body with the reawakened soul of Chaos. An ancient evil. Now converted after seeing what the evil one has done.

The third creator to enter DPU, has somehow become time itself. And is constantly on watch by the guardians of time. He is totally neutral. But knows right from wrong better then anyone else, and is the wisest. The fourth has sunk into depression. He constantly tried uniting the good & evil Creators... But failed. He is though, still the funniest. The fourth entered after all the major battles. He can't really do much but is good to have around. Then there are lists of others...

The creators successfully eliminated all the different versions of the evil creator in all the existences. They have been discovering new and bizarre allies here on Earth. Vampire hippies, an emthopath, even a so-called were wolf that does not believe they could help against some giant worm. But alas... An evil attacked DPU, the final evil to ever attack anywhere with the power to destroy more then a world that will ever need a creator to defeat it... But it was smart...

It connected the links of the Creators to it in order to force them into a horrible decision... Either kill it and never return to DPU or any other world... or wait for the beast to make it to this dimension in witch it would have killed all life on this and every other world... They killed it... Now they search for a way back...

There back. To complicated to tell why. A vampire used a ritual to bring them back that was very bizarre. But a new threat exists… The Council of Evil has reformed and are out for revenge…

The old council killed the new... very odd, then dissapered again... The foolish elvin creator brought back the evil one, and have tried to kill the good on several different occasions... But unknown to them... Thare links may soon be broken.

All is good. Peacefull and all. The creators are united even with the small fights they tend to have.. Crie Snillor... The good Creator now rests peacefully in wait for a future journey... if one is ever to come..

Dungeons and Dragons Universe
Crie Snillor was a strange sort. Short for his people, the halflings, and somewhat cocky. He was raised on the outskirts of a small village of halflings somewhere where he frankly will never speak of again. What does matter is his life sense he left.

Captured by a massive group of Gnolls, he shot his way out of a bag, only to find a Cleric called Leon Grex, and a Wizard whos name fades from memory helping him. With his magical singing, many of the Gnoll fell to his voice and were easily conquered by the fighters. Travelling along side them, they discovered many a strange adventures, as Leon Grex was in search of his goddess' sister upon the earth, and with a grop of hirelings.

How Could Crie Snillor the bard Resist?! He travelled with them, finding many a women, to his disliking and his desires. Finding many a cleric wanting to brand him for his... acts. Stealing once with the help of a rouge thousands of gold peices from a treasurey, and even gaurding a women on her epic quest to get to another town! Protecting her from teh lycanthrope threats! Yes Crie was the man...

Then the adventure took it's wildest turn, and upon the seas they finally arrived at teh city of Leon Grex's birth... There to find his goddess' sister, incarnate, as a mortal. Her ancient power under another command, an Aboleth, a beast of ancient and evil nature, mentally controlled her and their epic battle insued... Crie would leave the party from there for more epic journeys...

Poke`mon Universe
Sometime ago he set out on his first pokemon journey, with his pokemon Green Dream. Finding himself soon becoming the world champion, his success was short lived. A beast calling itself Savage came to his world, and destroyed the fabric of that existence.... Crie managed to escape, but his team were long destroyed with that world.

Vowing to avenge his long lost friends, he started a new pokemon jounrey in the world he landed in. Starting in pallet town, he and a new bulbasaur named after his first, Green Legen, set out to train and become the universes greatest pokemon master. That, was what he did. Obtaining a Zapdos, Cetra Star, an Articuno Cetra Doom, a Moltres Cetra Flame, and eventually beating the league, he found himself defeating the evil Team Rocket, and launched against the worlds most powerfull pokemon Mewtwo... Catching it, and Mew later on, Nebulacell and Nebula, he found hismelf faced with a new crisis.

A trainer had arrived in that world who had captured Savage... and his goal was conquest. In the battle the fallowed, they destroyed that world as an after effect, hardly escaping to another one, 7 years in the future... This time, he didn't loose his entire team, but Cetraflame died in the transfer....

Finding himself in a new region, and with the failure of another lost world on his hands his team set out to train and grow stronger in this new world and time. Soon catching Gaurdian, the Lugia, and defeating yet another Team Rocket scheme. He found himself climbing over the league, and facing old foes once more.... Then with the combined powers of the team, they leaped to another world. Repeating the process over and over untill they were sure they were strong enough.

Finally defeating Savage, Crie Snillor had avenged his frineds, and his team were finally set to peace. A new region opened up and Crie took on a new challange, finding the world endangered by an ancient pokemon waking and ravaging the world. After catching it, and beating a new leauge, Crie Snillor set off, on a journey in hopes of restoring his home world.... Leaping from world to world, taking every challange in stride.

Algamation of Original Universes
Crie Snillors would meet in a horror beyond their wildest imaginations. As a zombie infestation slowly spread across the universe for reasons yet unknown to them, they found themselves coming to a common point in time and space, the four Crie Snillors meeting only briefly before being confronted by a fifth. A necromancer Crie, whom had been raising the dead. The five began a battle, of their own epic proportins upon the lines of madness.

Crie, the Necromancer woke the nightmarish master of all that conjured the darkest of images into the minds of the innocent. The Great Old one, Cthulhu, rose from his ancient home, and in the mindless darkness that engulfed them, they all found themselves being pulled to a single point. The entire universe of whitch they had been fighting, was as well drawn to that point. The endless mass of flesh and stone, of fire and water, forming into a single entity... A new Crie was born. His willpower over powering that of the great old ones, from the unusual formations they endured.

Finding he had the power to overpower the Elder Gods... He spread across the universe, doing battle with the Great Old Ones, the Elder Gods, the Outer Gods. With all those things of darker times and origins, and absorbing them into his very being in order to protect the multiverse from their existence.

Nightmeric's Dream
He entered a new world, in search of a new home. He found himself encountering strange indivduals. On a journey to meet god he intereveiwed an angel. He fell in love with two girls in that universe, a half human half angel, who would later hate him for the love triangle he created. There he also fell in love with Hell's greatest weapon who later killed herself because of his actions with the half-angel half human. If things hand't been bad enough, Chaos of another world in which he ruled came into this world. Using Crie's own technology to travel there.

Finding himself locked in battle with Chaos he also learned that Chaos' four fiends were arriving to try and conquer the Nightmerics Universe. He did battle with them time and time again, battling across the cosmos untill oneday something much larger came. A War on god, and the devil. The angel of death, had declared war on God and Satan, and a three way battle ensued. The epic struggle would tare the fabric of their reality apart.

In the final moments of that worlds exsitence, the true gods known as 'admins' had taken a look at the world that they had created and frowned upon it. Destroying it and recreating it in a new form that would not except Crie, or many others who were not exactly fitting to their ideals. Where most characters, were exactly the same guy/gal over and over again. Crie would leave this world, with no regrets, as the world had come to destroy itself in the darkest of ways.

Ember Dragon Chronicles
Crie Snillor found himself in a strange and bizzare universe. A world of midevil fantasy. There he encountered a beautiful sorceress named Ember Dragon. He interviewed her, and often would return to her world for many adventures. Till one day a dragon attacked her, and another man Adian. Seeing no other escape from it's breath weapon attack, Crie grabbed them and appeared in another unvierse. They would travel across time and space, often he would leave Ember for a time to deal with other issues across the universe before returning to pick her up and take her to yet another world.

One day, an evil attacked them. A race of creatures who had been hunting Crie across time and space for eons. Having sensed he had technology they considered forbidden to humans, they destroyed world after world in search of him. Now they had found him. Ember and Crie ran into a hive of these creatures in an attemtp to free a village of their terrible grip. They defeated the first few, but it ended with Crie turning into Rot, a strange creature he did not yet understand the existence of. Rot, threatend to consume all. Returning Rot to Crie, they travelled to the Universal city of Union they searched the libarary for the knowledge of how to free him of his Curse of Rot. Soon, they would be attacked by an army of Illithid who had bad blood with him. this turned him once more into Rot, who would consume them, and soon, take on the entire city. Ember with the help of a new friend, Doulc searched the books in hopes of finding him a cure.

He would soon turn to normal once more. They travlled once more to other worlds in search of his cure. To a world of mighty warriors, from earth who fought like those in the EAZ universe. Kirllion, Goku, Vegeta, and a few other mighty warriors slowly taught them how to fight. They would later arrive in the Transformers Universe, where they would engage Megatron in hopes of helping the Autobots. The process of it revived Rot once more and Cybertron was destroyed. Feeling himself responsable, the last autobot, Scooter, would accompany Crie Snillor on his journeys across the unvierse as Crie's new Moped. Finding himself to dangerous to be around, he took Ember to another safe universe and teleported away as he would begin his journey for a freedom from this beast....

Dragon Ball EAZ
Finding himself entering another world upon a hill top his eyes gazed over a beautiful sunset. He felt at peace for the first time in ages. He took upon his moped and shot across the land, in search of adventure. He would soon find it in Hercule City, where he and a young warrior named Zara would do battle with an Atropal. An unborn undead god, who craved to destroy and gather souls for his coming master. Soon accompanied by Vegeta, and a few more warriors, Crie Snillor and the mighty warriors of that world engaged in an epic battle against the evil's ture master. Monosca, a horror from his past, chasing him across the stars from the DPU Universe. The battle ended with the reborn Kid Buu absorbing the evil.

Soon with his new friends they arrived to Kami's Lookout only to realize that the unvierse had grown unstable. People who he had teamed up with in the past united and began to seek the evil that had been causing the strange disruptions. God, himself arrived to announce he was planning to destroy the world they existed in. Crie single handedly defeated god, but in the process created something dark within himself. A creature called Rot, an algamnation of the evils he had imprisoned in himself for safe keeping over the years formed with himself. Fearfull of this, and aware of an oncoming army of cybernetic evils, Crie Snillor, Zara, and Emily, took on the evil master of cybergs. Sibergo, and his son Wicked, as they attemtped to destroy the world, and all things that assoiated with their most hated enemy. Crie Snillor, who they hunted across time and space itself for, from DPU.

Upon defeating them, a ripple crossed the universe. Changing it's form and eliminating an entire race of beings who had travelled across worlds as well. His mind catching this where as many did not, he jumped into space only to find himself face to face with three great evils from DPU once more. The Collisoners. Three ancient beasts who would stop at nothing to converge and destroy the entire multiverse. With no interest in dragging the battle out to the point it'd destroy eveything, Crie risked what wsa left of his sanity and absorbed the evils into himself...

[Crie Snillor]

Lupa Chronicles
Lupa was a friend of Crie's when Crie was a halfling. She had somehow ended up in the world of EAZ, and there they united once more to journey back to her home. There they found her village had been attacked, but strangely left intact. Whatever only wanted the people gone, and without sighn of why. Crie recgonized it as the creatures who had chased him from world to world. Spending some time there to investigate, they would encoutner Rot. Another Rot who was a symbiot creature from another world. It attempted to attach to Crie feeling at home with Crie, but thanks to the help of Lupa they scared it off. Crie soon would leave that world in order to give more thought to his life as of yet.

Shindigs Chronicles
At some point in the past in his travels, Crie Snillor found a single universe he felt more at home with then any other. There he would encoutner his first vampire, a man named Domovoi, and a vampiress they nicknamed Foxy. He would become a friend of both, but more so with Domovoi. Who later introduced him to his faimly. There he met Shindigs, a beautiful vampiress with an attitude problem. Crie was already enjoying that world, and she made it even more worth returning to. Time and time again he would return to this world, to speak with them and to see how they were doing.

Then one day, she came along. A valkeyerie fey from across the stars. A girl with a chipper way of looking at the world. Living with Shindigs, they started to learn of strange and bizzare things. Shindigs, had at one time been with Chaos, who betrayed her. This enraged her to no ends. As well in Domovoi's group's past they were all captured by a group called Genefex. Who tested and tormented them. Even replacing Shindigs' skeletal system with machines. Crie would use his gathered knowledge of healing to heal them of their twisted minds and injuries from that time. Even making an insane vampire named chips sane once more. They soon would have to fight off an alien invasion force of Illithids with the help of Doulc, an illithid from the future who wanted to help them. During this time, Vigora, a goddess from DPU became part of a love triangle with Shindigs, who also loved Crie who loved Shindigs, who also loved Candice who loved Crie. Vigora, though didn't love Shindigs and used her as well.

After the defeat of the Illithids, they travelled to Candice's homeworld in hopes of finding out who she is, who her parents are, and such. There they encoutnered a great old one, and would have to escape from it, as not even Crie had the power to fight it off. They would dwell on earth, for a bit as Crie came to an idea. They travelled to DPU, to find the Threads of Fate. An item created from the taprastry of fate. With it, fate could be controlled. Candice would use it to free her people. This joy was short lived as Shindigs got mad, angery with Vigora's actions. Shindigs, had also become pregnant with Crie's child.... Upon the events of one horrible horrible day, she lost it. It was during an event, where a long time friend and lover, Birdy a pirate, had killed herself over Crie.

Spending the nxt something months in depression, Shindigs held herself up in her house, as Candice used this time to try and cheer up Crie. She and Crie would spend alot of time together, till the day Shindigs returned and desided she wanted to be with Crie... They were a three way couple for sometime. The world was once more indanger when a warrior who resembled Crie arrived, and tried to kill him. Fighting the boy and Vigora, Shindigs learned that Vigora had actually stolen her son, and turned him into that young man. During the batle many strange things happend, but overall, they defeated Vigora, and turned the boy to just that. A child. Shin and Crie would have their son, Von Snillor, in their caring arms.

Candice would feel ignored due to Crie's sudden fasination with Shindigs and Von. Though this would tempararily be interrupted when yet again a new evil arrived. This one from their past. Zwen Dallion, a scientist with Genefex, had come with the Cyberg Army, in order to copy something Shindig's had in her programming in hopes of perfecting an eternal life mixture. They would do battle with Zwen for ages, as Chaos, and Vigora would somehow be intangled in all the mess. Ending in one epic battle that would awaken a monster. This monster would slowly consume the universe. Only with the help of The Grigori, would they save the universe, restore everything and defeat this evil.

Feeling left out, Candice left Crie. Crie was devestated but tried not to let it get to him. It was due to a small arguement over Vegans. Candice would return to Crie, only for them to be attacked once more. This time by a long time, old rival. The Evil Creator's Son, Angelous, attacked. In the insueing battle Crie's children were slaughtered except for Von. They would win, at the cost of Crie's children, something Crie would never forgive himself for. Candice left once more after, and an already twisted Crie had a growing pain inside that he would repress with all his might.

Shindigs would have a daughter soon, and Crie would be living a more relaxed life with the universe at peace... Though still feeling regret, he would go on many journies to come to peace with himself in hopes of solving his age old pain. The pain created by all those he failed to save.