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Klarion the witch boy

Issue #1.3: Taming the chaos

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When we last saw Klarion, He was held at a gunpoint by an agent of W.A.N.D who introduce herself as Pandora Peters. An organization designed to eliminate supernatural threats.

With her straightforward and no-nonsense attitude, Pandora didn't hesitate to pull the trigger and let this moment slip away.

The witch boy is a threat to this world and must be dealt with.

BLAM!!!

The thunderous sound of a single gunshot shakes the very trees within the area, throwing the witch boy off his feet without having a chance to respond. His lifeless body hits face-first into the ground.

The black tattooed woman stands tall with a stoned face expression, unfazed by her actions; looking down on the fallen body of her victim.

It appears the rider's shotgun did the trick. DING DING the witch is dead.

"Sir, the target has been neutralized..." Pandora said in the comms.

"Partially yes, Excellent work, agent pandora. His soul has been delivered to the underworld as we speak." A British voice replied through the radio. The one who orchestrated it all.

"Proceed to phase two of the contingency plan, He is much of a loose canon, perhaps this is the only way to 'tame' his unpredictable actions." He added.

"Keep the cat alive while I go fetch the witch boy, We don't want him to lose his anchor to this world."

"Understood, Mr. Blood" Pandora briefly answered, looking down at the witch boy's pet.

*meow* The orange cat tilt his head.

Distraught and concerned, Teekl continuously phases around his fallen master, poking him with his snout, trying to wake up Klarion but to no avail.

The witch boy no longer walks the mortal realm.

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Hell

Aggh, Karp.. My head hurts, What was in that gun? Did she just straight out blast me without any second thought? what a bitch..

Ugghh, where am i? why am I tied up? Oh right, this is the last place I want to be..

Hell.

The witch boy finds himself in the plane of the damned and is being auctioned into the high roller of the underworld.

This version of hell stems from the Judeo-christian archetype; Where its landscape is filled with fire and brimstone, a lake of boiling lava flowing from every corner, and all that jazz the biblical scriptures describing it.

A place where demons and fallen angels of all shapes and sizes reside and have built a civilization mirroring the human world. Where souls are its premium currency: sold, traded, and keeping the economy progressing. The rarer the individual is, the more precious its soul's value is. This part of hell is more civilized and tame than the others.

"Now demongents and demoness, Up next is something special to sink your fangs into, A wicked Wiccan soul who practices the dark arts, a brat who sins aplenty, and a decedent from a race of primordial witch people. The whole package i would say! Surely this being of chaos would be quite the catch to your collection.. May I present to you, Klarion the witch boy!" A devil dress in a plaid auctioneer suit exclaimed, presenting Klarion to the court as the spotlight shifted to the stage and into the bounded Witch boy.

"Lemme go, you ugly horned brutes, demons are supposed to serve witches and warlocks, not the other way around!" defiant till the end, Klarion continues to squirm in his shackles as he is being presented to the crowd.

Even with his hands tied, Klarion realizes that his magic has not been thwarted and saw this opportunity to escape. He gathered all of his energy to blast the demons around him with his magic in an attempt to flee.

"Ha! Know your place hellspawn, I'm leaving this dump.. See you, losers! Klarion maniacally laughs and freed himself from his shackles and began to levitate above them.

Before Klarion makes his untimely escape through the sky, He was intercepted by several flying imps rushing in from all sides, weighing him down, overpowering him by their numbers, and pinning him to the ground.

"Psst, Not cool kid, serve your eternal damnation and work with me here.. ye? you don't want to get the big boss get all riled up and have a leash over your rotten soul now wouldya?" The auctioneer whispered to the fallen witch boy.

"Dang It!" reluctantly admitting defeat, Klarion frowned and kept his piece, subdued by the enforcers of hell.

The demonic audience mumbled and chattered about what just happened. They were stunned and at the same time enticed by the unruly witch's capabilities to do magic that defies the laws of their realm. Truly a soul worthy of their collection.

"Sorry about that little show folks, Quite the fiesty little runt isn't he? surely a price like this would even match Lord Lucifer's caliber of monstrous pets.. Let's start the auction, bidding starts at fifty souls.. do i hear sixty?" The auctioneer said, official starting the bidding.

"sixty. do i hear seventy.."

"one hundred, a hundred offer for the fine gentlemen with the single horn"

"two hundred.. do i hear two fifty?"

"three hundred"

The denizens of hell competes for the possession of Klarion. Each offer gets higher than the other which puts a grin on the auctioneer's face. They must really want this teenage witch.

"five hundred.. do i hear 550.. 550?"

"One old god soul" A resounding offer breaks through the noise and caught everyone's attention.

"One soul for the witch boy's head, in exchange for one Old God dead," The demon prince said rhyming, raising his number high in a dignified manner.

All were dead silent as they cannot match the aristocrat's offer of a divine soul. It is clear that this auction has declare a definitive winner.

"A celestial soul you say? my, how generous of you to make this offer.. Going once, Going twice, Sold to the yellow-skinned demon prince.. Lord Etrigan!" The demon auctioneer yelled out and bangs his gavel repeatedly signaling the auction is now officially close.

The rhyming demon has legally won and has gained ownership of Klarion's soul.

Klarion's face grew pale by the second, still in disbelief.. trying to process what the hell just happened.

Did i just got sold like a piece of meat and is now in eternal servitude to my own worst enemy?

"Ughh.. this is so degrading.."

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Klarion the witch boy

_{Location: Salem.}

Interaction: none

_{Issue #1.1: The happiest place on earth - the fairy king descends}

Cast: Control Freak, Oberoth'm'gozz, W.A.N.D.

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Two weeks later.

A secret gathering of the cultist leaders has been called upon to address the new threat in their community.

This underground society works in the shadows. Their faces and names are unknown to the world, pulling the strings in Salem and everything the light touches. They have different agendas, different points of view, different magic systems they impose upon their followers, and different foreign gods they worship, and now share one common enemy as of late: The witch boy.

"We should be hunting witches not the other way around!"

"This is sacrilege! He's a menace! This offspring of an imp must be dealt with!"

"The book of the beast must be protected at all cost!"

"Patience brothers, and sisters.. We mustn't be too hasty about this. We haven't known the identity of this miscreant just yet but we have hired someone with a solution to neutralize this situation, restoring the good name of our organization." One leader settled the dispute and proposed an answer.

"That's right, I'm here to solve all of your problems..Not gonna lie, after seeing the video, your men took a huge L on this one....." A fat untidy manchild steps forward the light.

"Can you do it? can you put this rogue occultist into one of your pocket dimensions?" Ignoring the zoomer lingo, A mysterious voice sternly asked the obese tech-wiz kid.

"Can you do it? tch.. Hell yeah, I can do it! I'm your guy.. err.. You know my rates right? gotta pay me in half.. the new Kingdom Hearts is dropping real soon and I'm gonna need that dough.." He smiled with confidence, addressing the men inside these huge monitors in front of him.

Enter Control Freak -- A freelance, overweight, nuisance of a "supervillain" that can alter reality with a flick of his remote on a smaller scale.

He was tasked by the cult of Salem to contain the "Bloody Oak" massacre, Cleaning up the mess Klarion has made, containing the situation, and buying them time to recuperate their numbers in Massachusetts.

Klarion did a massive blow in their operation in this city. The little imp's shenanigan sends a huge ripple to their community and exposes what they truly are. This holier than thou religious group's name was tainted. The faith of their countless followers was wavered and stirred.

It's time to fix this with a little dose of a happy pill.

The cultist agrees to this unorthodox scheme, which in the end, will benefit them for the greater good.

A new reality breaks and tears asunder towards the unsuspecting town.
Imprisoning them in this temporal bubble with one lesser Eldritch horror thrown into the mix for good measure.

This old fashioned town will know the true meaning of "Joy"

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The climate drastically changes overnight. A bizarre yet ancient thaumaturgy is at work reshaping the town.

it's 5:00 am.

The witch boy yawns and lazily gets off his bed. It's another school day and another daily routine getting there. This is his life now. A mischievous powerful being of sorcery now reduced to nothing more than a normal high-schooler to hide his true identity from the world.

A misfit on the run; both wanted in the human world and the realm of the supernatural. How humiliating to go through this act...

Everything was going mundane except that didn't last long.

Klarion felt a chill in his body, the feeling of discomfort, the sense of dread like he was being cursed or something.

"Do you feel it too, Teekl?" He asks his feline companion.

*meow* The cat simply purred, climbing on Klarion's shoulder and agreeing with his master.

Still half asleep, He looks in front of the mirror and rubs his eyes, only to find a mysterious magical dirt right beneath them. It's coarse, rough, and rich with potent magic from a faraway land.

"Pixie dust?" He asked himself. "I thought these were extinct when those buggers got wiped off the face of the earth during the Arthurian period."

Unaffected by its charm, The witch boy shrugs. He didn't ponder on it too much on how and why it got there. Klarion steps outside his house and looks around to see if everything is normal.

The sun is shining bright and everyone has this creepy smile on their faces everywhere he turns, all dress up in their sunday suits like it was the 70's.

It was peaceful.

It was unsettling.

"Hiya neighbor, What a b-Ae-u-tiful morning" Ned greeted with a giddy manner. His grin bares all teeth and was strangely unnerving like it was plastered to his face. His eyes were squinted, stretch hard from side to side, almost like a slit in comparison. He was extremely elated.

"Uhh, are you having a stroke? what happen to your face?" Klarion retorted bluntly. His neighbor's greeting was returned with an insult.

"Silly friend, this is always been my face.. now, why don't you turn that frown upside down? ya?" Ned eerily said while watering the plants, without losing that creepy smile and maintaining his eye contact lock with Klarion.

Teekl pops out of Klarion's backpack and hisses at Ned on his way out. Even the cat knows something is strange with Klarion's neighbor.

Upon walking to school, He meets people on the way there, eerily smiling like a mindless zombie and saying phrases like: "Be happy.." "Remember to smile.." Which is more ominous than it sounds rather than a simple greeting.

*Meow*

"I know Teekl, something is up. Humans aren't this festive going to work early in the morning. Especially on mondays."

Klarion and Teekl's minds link and share a vision to see the unseen.
Upon their clairvoyance to see the unknown, They discover the whole town of Salem is infested by true fairies, feeding off happiness to the unsuspecting civilians of this town.

These fairies look like miniature eldritch horrors' heads attached to a fly's body and are unseen to the normal human eye. and there's a swarm of them, latching to each person.

"Karp, forget school, I need to get out of here!"

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_{Location: Devil's oak
Time: 10:00 am}

Klarion figures that in order to call upon the old gods, sacrifice(s) must be made to please them.

The witch boy went to the Devil's oak to see if he can find some clues, the same place he massacre those cultists last week. Ah brings back fond memories.

To his surprise, The cult's rotting bodies were still there, infested with maggots and rearrange into a circle. It appears this like some sort of a summoning ritual. Someone has been busy. His hunch was correct. This place was the gateway for those winged horrors.

"Ha!I knew it, move over Batman.. there's a new detective in town" Klarion bragged with a smirk on his face while petting Teekl in his arm.

"How cliche, returning to the scene of the crime.." from out of nowhere, A click of a shotgun's hammer was heard right behind the Witch boy's back.

"Freeze, witch boy.. you're under arrest!"

"Oh?" Klarion said coyly.

"I'm Pandora Peters of the Wizard Alchemy Necromancy Department or W.A.N.D.. we're here to neutralize supernatural threats such as yourself!"

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Klarion the Witch Boy

_{Location: Salem woods, the devil's oak.}

Interaction: none

_{Issue #1: The boy who sought chaos}

notable mentions: The cult of blood(Massachusetts chapter)

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Witching Hour
Definition of the witching hour
1: the time late at night when the powers of a witch, magician, etc., are believed to be strongest

Somewhere in the thick secluded woods of Salem, right beneath the infamous hanging tree; A forgotten and sickening tradition takes place in the shade of the night's fog and darkness.

"Brothers, sisters, we are gathered here today as witnesses and at the same time represent our lord's hammer towards the wicked. What stands before you is a group of people that reeks of foul magic, They have committed a blasphemous act of using witchcraft in our state which is punishable by death and damnation, What says you, brethren? what's god's punishment towards these disgusting heathens!!?" A charismatic prophet exclaimed, facing and demanding an answer from the frantic crowd in front of him. His face was all red, His teeth seething with rage, and His eyes filled with malice, and was ready to deliver these sacrificial lambs as offering to their 'god'.

"Burn them, Burn them, Burn them!" The crowd repeatedly chanted in unison, empowering his cause.

He smirks at the obvious yet inhumane response from his audience; All of them are wearing red cloaks and their faces are concealed by assorted hideous masks. They are the judge, the jury, and the executioner of this ritual and pretty much a cult in every sense of the word.

"The people have spoken! May God strike you dead for your wicked deeds." said the man clad in a red tunic. His torch flickers with cinders, spewing sparks of flames in the wind, matching his venomous words from every accusation he speaks to the so-called 'witches' held captive, gagged, and tied in front of him.

The victims plead their muffled cry of innocence (which they are) only to be drowned by the chant of burning them at the stake.

Right before the hay was lit with fire beneath their feet. A boisterous laugh was heard from the masses, abruptly interrupting the ceremony.

"Man, how cliche can you get? human sacrifices at midnight, with matching cult outfits like a bunch of cosplayers? Ughh.. that's so out of date.." one of the cultists heckled, sounding like a pre-adolescent teen.

Klarion boldly removes his glamor charm and reveals his true self and his cat.

Many have gasped knowing there's an imposter amongst themselves. Their eyes are all set on the witch boy.

"You dare mock us, intruder?" The head of the cult snarled, addressing the slender lad that dare interrupt this sacred ritual.

"As much as I love prolonged this dull cult activity of yours, let us cut to the chase why I'm here, shall we? I'm here for your denononecronomicon"

*meow*

"Demonomicon, Demonomicon.. I know what I said Teekl" The witch boy throws a hissy fit at his cat correcting him.

"How arrogant of you to come here knowing you're outnumbered, witch. Tie him up and add him to the sacrifices" He commanded his followers.

Without any hesitation, The religious mob did as they were told and closed in on the Witch boy from all sides. Armed with pitchforks and torches, ready to pounce at their cornered prey like a pack of hungry wolves.

"Alright, I'll play.. Te Ipsum Occidere" Klarion smirked and simply spoke these words with a clear voice and conviction so that everyone can hear.

An invocation that alters the mind and perception. It's basically the Latin word for "Kill yourself".

The charm takes effect.

His words become their actions.

Hysteria poisoned their mind and involuntarily started attacking one other. Their weapons were drawn out only to shed blood amongst their ranks.
They become their own worst enemy, redirecting their anger toward themselves, and began murdering and eviscerating each other until nothing was left standing.

"Wow, you guys suck, you don't have protection against the most basic mind control spell, I guess witch-hunters are not built as they use to these days" Klarion laughs his ass off at the mutiny that he has caused.

"You'll pay for this, you brat!" unaffected by the witch boy's charm, The cult leader musters up his courage and draws his musket, pointing it at Klarion.

Before the priest could even pull the trigger, Klarion shoots an eldritch blast that pierces a fatal wound in his chest that brought him down to his knees.

Klarion grins and makes a finger bang gesture, blowing the imaginary smoke out his index finger.

The petulant boy then levitates toward the stage and confronts the fallen cult leader.

"Great party you old geezer, Now give me what I want.." Klarion demanded in his usual bratty tone.

"It's not here, you foul abomination of magic. You think this is a joke? Our god, and his high priest will have your head for soiling the cult of blood. you can't escape what's coming! -- may your rotten c- AGGGHHH"

"Ughh, shut up already with your lectures." Klarion rolls his eye, and snaps his fingers, putting a gagging curse on the dying priest. The cultist's mouth burst out and vomits a chunk ton of various insects that soon crawls and feast on his decaying flesh.

"Well, this has been a waste of time. These losers didn't have the book" Klarion sighed.

"Come now, Teekl.. I've got school early in the morning"

*meow*

The boy and his cat left and dissipate into the night's fog; Leaving the mess and entrails of countless bodies they made in this area.

The victims were left there stranded and tied up and has to witness the entire massacre of this cult.

They were petrified and confused by the mysterious pale boy's senseless killings and at the same time relieved that they didn't get burned alive by their captors.

This has been one crazy night for them, and that's one hell of an understatement.

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

KLARION THE WITCH BOY

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^{_{♦ KLARION BLEAK♦ SALEM, MASSACHUSETTS ♦ THE WITCH BOY♦ HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT ♦}}

^{"Darn It, You're no fun"}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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A powerful occultist, A scoundrel, and a brat. This is my redesigning of the witch boy's lore.

Klarion the witch boy was born from another dimension known as limbo town. A magical place beneath the earth where everyone is able to do sorcery, necromancy, and other form of ancient and dark magics.

Klarion along with his familiar Teekl escapes from Limbo town and makes his way through the outside world.

He now lives a normal(?) teenage life and resides in Salem, Massachusetts. Being infamous for its history of witchhunt and the epicenter of most things paranormal, Klarion learns that there's more to this city than meets the eye. Turns out, This rural suburban town is inhabited by secret society cultists, things that go bump in the night, and foreign entities beyond human comprehension.

Hijinks ensue as Klarion tries to balance his life; butting heads with eldritch horrors, paranormal creatures, and Salem's cultist, while trying to hide his true identity as a descendant of witch people. To do so, Klarion guise himself as a human student - A teenager with a coming of age story while dealing with heroes and villains alike, Sound like an 80's sitcom innit? now if only Teekl can talk and crack some jokes.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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I really like supernatural characters, characters that use magic and the sorts. I grew fond of the DC's magic system and was quite fascinated by it. Constantine was my introduction and gateway magic-user for DC but Klarion grew on me over the time.

I tend to play the witch boy as a playful sadistic trickster rather than a pure chaotic evil character, ditching the whole Chaos lord shindig while keeping his dorky and bratty personality and putting him in a slice of life/dark fantasy setting, going back to his origin and his rivalry with the demon Etrigan.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Teekl - Klarion's familiar and his source of power. Being born in Limbo town, it is required for its denizens to have their very own familiar. And for Klarion, a marmalade cat is the perfect match for him.

Etrigan/Jason Blood - Serving as his overseer and his archnemesis, this rhyming demon keeps his tab on the witch boy's new life from time to time, Giving him a frequently good spanking when Klarion goes out misbehaving.

Limbo Patrol - The witch people are ruthless. Nobody escapes their realm and lives to tell a tale about it. They send their Twin enforcers along with their earworm familiar on earth to track down Klarion and bring him back to their world for some good old' witch-burning trial. These twins are emotionless and ruthless and very adept in dark magic. Luckily for Klarion, his hunters aren't the sharpest tools in the shed.

S.H.A.D.E - is a top-secret U.S government organization. Their acronym stands for Super-Human Advanced Defense Executive. They attempt to neutralize metahuman disasters before they can become a threat to the American people.

Ned Amish - Klarion's self-proclaimed "friend" in Salem - Seriously, who is this again?

The church of Salem - something about this place seems eerie.

W.A.N.D - a branch of the S.H.I.E.L.D that deals with supernatural threats.

A R C S:

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Grundy's monday night stroll

It was a foggy night, The leylines of the earth were at their peak, and one wicken boy had a mischievous scheme to amuse himself. Klarion cast a spell that unleashes a horde of zombies in new york city, replicas of Solomon Grundy terrorizing the big apple.

It was over before it even began as a bunch of mystic heroes joined forces to stop this infestation overnight; They put on an illusion spell serving as a veiled to conceal this event, Preventing the news of this uncanny threat to spread across the rest of the world.

Now the hunt is on for the one responsible for this whole fiasco. Agencies that deals with the supernatural such as the S.H.A.D.E. are now narrowing the suspects down to the metahumans/mutants who can use necromancy and magic. None was the wiser to figure out that this was the doing of the boy from limbo town making his debut to the surface world - But of course, that's what Klarion thought....

WITCH: HUNTED

No action goes unpunished. After that miniature zombie-apocalypse prank the witch boy just pulled overnight; Klarion is being tracked down and being hunted by multiple heroes, villains, and basically, almost everyone that has a grudge against him(which is A LOT). He goes into hiding in Salem, the last place on earth his enemies would look for due to its infamous history of persecuting witches.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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WITCH:HUNTED, Jason's POV

Somewhere in Washington...

"You think she's ready to talk?" Frankenstein crosses his massive arms while looking at the two-way glass seeing a grieving lady being interrogated by the agency.

"She will testify.." Jason answered with certainty, looking at the same mirror as well.

"Of course, It would be easier to just delve into her mind and get this over with.. but seeing the fragile condition she's in, it's best not to break her sanity. We'll just have to do the old fashion way of questioning." Jason Blood added.

"Err.. Just lemme do the query while you wait right here." He continued, leering at the large living sci-fi brute beside him from head to toe.

"What are you implying, Half-demon? I know I have my charm and i have to admit it can get a bit distracting. but Eh, what can I say? I'm a sexy pound of man-flesh all roll into one, and chicks dig the stitches but I have my ways of getting one's information.." Franky boosted, flexing his undead muscles.

"Exactly, you're a reanimated pound of flesh. The last thing the poor girl needs is another traumatic experience aside from nearly becoming a human sacrifice." Jason rubs his temple displaying his dismay that he has to work with this brute. So this is S.H.A.D.E's top agent huh?

"Please stay right here.." Jason enters the room and started questioning the witness.

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"I know this is a lot to take in Ms. Sully given your case of being one of the survivors of the cultist's abduction. but please try to make your case cohesive. It would really help a lot." Jason asked the timid young lady across the table. She seems distraught and frightened of her horrific ordeal back in Salem.

"These cultists must be stopped. We've been tracking them for ages, It's a miracle we've got a witness who survives and lives to tell about it. Rest assured that you're safe now and are under our protection." Jason Blood added while holding the victim's hand to show his empathy.

"So, if you would please tell your experience." Jason leans back in his chair. The demonologist from Gotham seems interested in this particular case.

"I-i- wouldn't be alive today if it wasn't for the mysterious boy who save me" The witness started speaking and fumble with her words. " I don't think 'save' is the right word, but he did free the other prisoners and killed our captors in ways I don't even think it is possible.." She explained.

"I know it sounds crazy but I'm pretty sure it's magic.."

"Please elaborate, and can you describe what this boy looks at?" Jason raised a brow.

"Well, He's slender, has a long face, has pointy hair sticking out making look like horns, has an annoying laugh.. and oh he owns a weird-looking orange cat."

"Interesting, continue.." Jason has now a clear vision of what the victim's so-called 'savior' looks like. Someone he knows too well.

"He just appeared from out of nowhere and started muttering about something, The next thing you know, The cultist started attacking and murdering each other.. like they're in a state of trans..all of them dead.. eviscerate by their own kind.."

"Then he confront the leader of the cult and demanded something.. some sort of book of their god. When the leader can't supply the boy's demand, The kid threw a temper tantrum and make spiders bleed out of his mouth and ears...It was so horrific but he was just there... laughing like it was a joke"

"I was so scared.. I-t.." The woman breaks down in tears and can't continue to express herself anymore.

"There, There.. Ms. Sully, I appreciate the courage you displayed today.. you're safe now"

Klarion, you scamp.. so that's where you're hiding, in Salem.. and getting yourself tangled with the cult of the old gods. Just what are you up to?

POST CATALOG:

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The boy who sought chaos

The happiest place on earth- The Fairy king desends

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@Silverstein You're approved for Klarion.

@Master Bruce

Sweet.

Also I have this crazy idea but If possible, I would like to stake my claim on Doctor Fate as one of Klarion's legacy character @Lord Wraith@Master Bruce

Basically, My version of the lord of order is one of the greatest host that has ever taken the mantle of Nabu's helm: Steel Maxum

and yes, this is a serious proposal.

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I did the sample post for Klarion :>

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WITCH:HUNTED, Jason's POV

Somewhere in Washington...

"You think she's ready to talk?" Frankenstein crosses his massive arms while looking at the two-way glass seeing a grieving lady being interrogated by the agency.

"She will testify.." Jason answered with certainty, looking at the same mirror as well.

"Of course, It would be easier to just delve into her mind and get this over with.. but seeing the fragile condition she's in, it's best not to break her sanity. We'll just have to do the old fashion way of questioning." Jason Blood added.

"Err.. Just lemme do the query while you wait right here." He continued, leering at the large living sci-fi brute beside him from head to toe.

"What are you implying, Half-demon? I know I have my charm and i have to admit it can get a bit distracting. but Eh, what can I say? I'm a sexy pound of man-flesh all roll into one, and chicks dig the stitches but I have my ways of getting one's information.." Franky boosted, flexing his undead muscles.

"Exactly, you're a reanimated pound of flesh. The last thing the poor girl needs is another traumatic experience aside from nearly becoming a human sacrifice." Jason rubs his temple displaying his dismay that he has to work with this brute. So this is S.H.A.D.E's top agent huh?

"Please stay right here.." Jason enters the room and started questioning the witness.

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"I know this is a lot to take in Ms. Sully given your case of being one of the survivors of the cultist's abduction. but please try to make your case cohesive. It would really help a lot." Jason asked the timid young lady across the table. She seems distraught and frightened of her horrific ordeal back in Salem.

"These cultists must be stopped. We've been tracking them for ages, It's a miracle we've got a witness who survives and lives to tell about it. Rest assured that you're safe now and are under our protection." Jason Blood added while holding the victim's hand to show his empathy.

"So, if you would please tell your experience." Jason leans back in his chair. The demonologist from Gotham seems interested in this particular case.

"I-i- wouldn't be alive today if it wasn't for the mysterious boy who save me" The witness started speaking and fumble with her words. " I don't think 'save' is the right word, but he did free the other prisoners and killed our captors in ways I don't even think it is possible.." She explained.

"I know it sounds crazy but I'm pretty sure it's magic.."

"Please elaborate, and can you describe what this boy looks at?" Jason raised a brow.

"Well, He's slender, has a long face, has pointy hair sticking out making look like horns, has an annoying laugh.. and oh he owns a weird-looking orange cat."

"Interesting, continue.." Jason has now a clear vision of what the victim's so-called 'savior' looks like. Someone he knows too well.

"He just appeared from out of nowhere and started muttering about something, The next thing you know, The cultist started attacking and murdering each other.. like they're in a state of trans..all of them dead.. eviscerate by their own kind.."

"Then he confront the leader of the cult and demanded something.. some sort of book of their god. When the leader can't supply the boy's demand, The kid threw a temper tantrum and make spiders bleed out of his mouth and ears...It was so horrific but he was just there... laughing like it was a joke"

"I was so scared.. I-t.." The woman breaks down in tears and can't continue to express herself anymore.

"There, There.. Ms. Sully, I appreciate the courage you displayed today.. you're safe now"

Klarion, you scamp.. so that's where you're hiding, in Salem.. and getting yourself tangled with the cult of the old gods. Just what are you up to?

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

Hi, i've been lurking around and was hoping to join this RP. Here's my submission and my version of Klarion. :>

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

KLARION THE WITCH BOY

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^{_{♦ KLARION BLEAK♦ SALEM, MASSACHUSETTS ♦ THE WITCH BOY♦ HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT ♦}}

^{"Darn It, You're no fun"}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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A powerful occultist, A scoundrel, and a brat. This is my redesigning of the witch boy's lore.

Klarion the witch boy was born from another dimension known as limbo town. A magical place beneath the earth where everyone is able to do sorcery, necromancy, and other form of ancient and dark magics.

Klarion along with his familiar Teekl escapes from Limbo town and makes his way through the outside world.

He now lives a normal(?) teenage life and resides in Salem, Massachusetts. Being infamous for its history of witchhunt and the epicenter of most things paranormal, Klarion learns that there's more to this city than meets the eye. Turns out, This rural suburban town is inhabited by secret society cultists, things that go bump in the night, and foreign entities beyond human comprehension.

Hijinks ensue as Klarion tries to balance his life; butting heads with eldritch horrors, paranormal creatures, and Salem's cultist, while trying to hide his true identity as a descendant of witch people. To do so, Klarion guise himself as a human student - A teenager with a coming of age story while dealing with heroes and villains alike, Sound like an 80's sitcom innit? now if only Teekl can talk and crack some jokes.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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I really like supernatural characters, characters that use magic and the sorts. I grew fond of the DC's magic system and was quite fascinated by it. Constantine was my introduction and gateway magic-user for DC but Klarion grew on me over the time.

I tend to play the witch boy as a playful sadistic trickster rather than a pure chaotic evil character, ditching the whole Chaos lord shindig while keeping his dorky and bratty personality and putting him in a slice of life/dark fantasy setting, going back to his origin and his rivalry with the demon Etrigan.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Teekl - Klarion's familiar and his source of power. Being born in Limbo town, it is required for its denizens to have their very own familiar. And for Klarion, a marmalade cat is the perfect match for him.

Etrigan/Jason Blood - Serving as his overseer and his archnemesis, this rhyming demon keeps his tab on the witch boy's new life from time to time, Giving him a frequently good spanking when Klarion goes out misbehaving.

Limbo Patrol - The witch people are ruthless. Nobody escapes their realm and lives to tell a tale about it. They send their Twin enforcers along with their earworm familiar on earth to track down Klarion and bring him back to their world for some good old' witch-burning trial. These twins are emotionless and ruthless and very adept in dark magic. Luckily for Klarion, his hunters aren't the sharpest tools in the shed.

S.H.A.D.E - is a top-secret U.S government organization. Their acronym stands for Super-Human Advanced Defense Executive. They attempt to neutralize metahuman disasters before they can become a threat to the American people.

Ned Amish - Klarion's self-proclaimed "friend" in Salem - Seriously, who is this again?

The church of Salem - something about this place seems eerie

A R C S:

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Grundy's monday night stroll

It was a foggy night, The leylines of the earth were at their peak, and one wicken boy had a mischievous scheme to amuse himself. Klarion cast a spell that unleashes a horde of zombies in new york city, replicas of Solomon Grundy terrorizing the big apple.

It was over before it even began as a bunch of mystic heroes joined forces to stop this infestation overnight; They put on an illusion spell serving as a veiled to conceal this event, Preventing the news of this uncanny threat to spread across the rest of the world.

Now the hunt is on for the one responsible for this whole fiasco. Agencies that deals with the supernatural such as the S.H.A.D.E. are now narrowing the suspects down to the metahumans/mutants who can use necromancy and magic. None was the wiser to figure out that this was the doing of the boy from limbo town making his debut to the surface world - But of course, that's what Klarion thought....

WITCH: HUNTED

No action goes unpunished. After that miniature zombie-apocalypse prank the witch boy just pulled overnight; Klarion is being tracked down and being hunted by multiple heroes, villains, and basically, almost everyone that has a grudge against him(which is A LOT). He goes into hiding in Salem, the last place on earth his enemies would look for due to its infamous history of persecuting witches.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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WITCH:HUNTED, Jason's POV

Somewhere in Washington...

"You think she's ready to talk?" Frankenstein crosses his massive arms while looking at the two-way glass seeing a grieving lady being interrogated by the agency.

"She will testify.." Jason answered with certainty, looking at the same mirror as well.

"Of course, It would be easier to just delve into her mind and get this over with.. but seeing the fragile condition she's in, it's best not to break her sanity. We'll just have to do the old fashion way of questioning." Jason Blood added.

"Err.. Just lemme do the query while you wait right here." He continued, leering at the large living sci-fi brute beside him from head to toe.

"What are you implying, Half-demon? I know I have my charm and i have to admit it can get a bit distracting. but Eh, what can I say? I'm a sexy pound of man-flesh all roll into one, and chicks dig the stitches but I have my ways of getting one's information.." Franky boosted, flexing his undead muscles.

"Exactly, you're a reanimated pound of flesh. The last thing the poor girl needs is another traumatic experience aside from nearly becoming a human sacrifice." Jason rubs his temple displaying his dismay that he has to work with this brute. So this is S.H.A.D.E's top agent huh?

"Please stay right here.." Jason enters the room and started questioning the witness.

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"I know this is a lot to take in Ms. Sully given your case of being one of the survivors of the cultist's abduction. but please try to make your case cohesive. It would really help a lot." Jason asked the timid young lady across the table. She seems distraught and frightened of her horrific ordeal back in Salem.

"These cultists must be stopped. We've been tracking them for ages, It's a miracle we've got a witness who survives and lives to tell about it. Rest assured that you're safe now and are under our protection." Jason Blood added while holding the victim's hand to show his empathy.

"So, if you would please tell your experience." Jason leans back in his chair. The demonologist from Gotham seems interested in this particular case.

"I-i- wouldn't be alive today if it wasn't for the mysterious boy who save me" The witness started speaking and fumble with her words. " I don't think 'save' is the right word, but he did free the other prisoners and killed our captors in ways I don't even think it is possible.." She explained.

"I know it sounds crazy but I'm pretty sure it's magic.."

"Please elaborate, and can you describe what this boy looks at?" Jason raised a brow.

"Well, He's slender, has a long face, has pointy hair sticking out making look like horns, has an annoying laugh.. and oh he owns a weird-looking orange cat."

"Interesting, continue.." Jason has now a clear vision of what the victim's so-called 'savior' looks like. Someone he knows too well.

"He just appeared from out of nowhere and started muttering about something, The next thing you know, The cultist started attacking and murdering each other.. like they're in a state of trans..all of them dead.. eviscerate by their own kind.."

"Then he confront the leader of the cult and demanded something.. some sort of book of their god. When the leader can't supply the boy's demand, The kid threw a temper tantrum and make spiders bleed out of his mouth and ears...It was so horrific but he was just there... laughing like it was a joke"

"I was so scared.. I-t.." The woman breaks down in tears and can't continue to express herself anymore.

"There, There.. Ms. Sully, I appreciate the courage you displayed today.. you're safe now"

Klarion, you scamp.. so that's where you're hiding, in Salem.. and getting yourself tangled with the cult of the old gods. Just what are you up to?

Legion of Heroes

Shogun of Shadow's Garden

The Demon faintly smiles at the sight.

The scenery. The Japanese theme garden straight out of the Feudal Japan period. The platoon of Samurai soldiers from every corner. The temple they're trying to protect by the order of its unknown leader, watching and sitting on its throne, wary of this intruder.

It was all an elaborate trap, A guise designed to lure its prey in. I find it amusing and yet I hate it so much. The thought of even deceiving and trapping me is of utmost laughable. Flauros's frown grew even wider.

Flauros clutches his face with the biggest shit-eating grin he can muster. His ring of power glistens. He trembles with excitement at how many humans dare to oppose him.

"Since I'm in a good mood, I'll let you live since none of you is even worth my time. Flee now or be turned into burnt corpses." Flauros extends his arm, manifesting an ample amount of black flame at the end of his index finger. He fires and incinerates the field behind them, setting ablaze the once peaceful garden.

As if the Demon summoner's act of aggression wasn't enough to break the morale of the troops of the opposing side.

A rift tore asunder. A portal opens behind Flauros. Demons of all shapes and sizes come pouring from this doorway. Bipedal fiends, Winged fiends, Animal shape fiends, lesser imps come forth to aid him, evening the odds against the enemies' numbers.

This should be a massacre.

Most of the Shogun's henchmen are quivering in fear, losing their footing as creatures beyond their comprehension manifest before their very eyes and started attacking them like ravenous beasts.

Their swords clink through their feral attack, struggling to fend them off, Doing the best they could not to get ripped to shreds by the creature's sharp fangs and claws but to no avail.

Others began to flee while the others reluctantly advanced to fight in service of their Shogun.

"Shit I didn't sign up for this, this is above my paygrade!"

"I should have stayed in art school!"

"Stay in formation and fight you fools, We must protect the shogu--arrggghh!!"

Everything burns as Flauros continues to ransack the bad guy's garden.

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Greg watches the incident unfold from his monitor and winced at the horrendous act of the demon arsonist decimating their precious garden that he worked hard on during the weekend.

"Maaan i'm so getting fired for this, I should've done more background checks on this guy. I'm sure Mr. S.S. (Shogun of Shadows) can handle this. After all he is the second strongest and the most scariest member of the sinister gang" The intern sighed and continues to observe.

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Shogun of Shadow's Throne Room

Flauros' trail of destruction ends as he reaches the throne room. A room made entirely out of high grade wood, imperial Japanese weapons hanging from each side of the walls as displays, and an abandoned chair fit for an emperor at the center.

Strangely enough, this room is suspiciously empty and quiet - That is until the shadows began to shift and move in his direction.

"Kill, War, Conquer " A hazy figure emerges from the floor and lunges a quick surprise attack.

Flauros's backline of disposable demons put their body on the line and easily got eviscerated trying to protect its master.

Its shadowy tentacles each wielding a sword strike true; Slicing them into two with one clean cleave before phasing out and blending in with the shadows once again.

The Demonic intruder stood his ground as he prepares to defend himself, anticipating the shade's attack.

"Kill, War, Conquer,.." The shade repeatedly chanted. It seems that's the only thing this creature knows. A shell of man that lost its sanity and reasoning. A deranged warlord that descended further into madness, fixated on living his life in these three simple words.

"My, you're nothing more than a mad dog. Consider yourself fortunate, Fiend. Today is the day that i'll put you out of your misery."