Dredgen (Niveau 6) mail warning

I hereby give consent to be verbally abused

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LORE

DREDGEN

Former priest Cornelius Willow, known as Dredgen in the criminal underground worked as a hired gun, good manager and overseeing for the La Vert family.
A man of God and unmatched gunslinger, he quickly rose through the organization ranks. However, the higher the climb, the bigger the fall.
After a smuggling gone bad, the feds were breathing down the necks of the La Vert family. They had to go low, and that meant cutting off all ties,
Cornelius involved. Good word reached the priest, so he had time to prepare for his termination, mostly focusing on hiding his brothers family from hired guns.

The night of the execution Cornelius was called to meet with the boss. A meetup at the pier, a typical place for dumping bodies and ex employees.
The priest came ready, to die and take as many men he could with him. As soon as he arrived, he wasted no time pulling out his gun and opening fire.
The men waiting scattered, taking cover and returning lead. Out numbered and outgunned, Cornelius swore he could see the Devil smiling from amongst the shooters.
With two men dead on the ground and without any ammo left by the time the gun fight was finished, Dredgen was finally gunned down and thrown into the sea.

But that was far from the end. What he thought was the Devil, turned out to be God. Though, not what Cornelius expected God to be.
Overwhelming nothingness, of such magnitude that any life felt insignificant, meaningless in fact, compared to it.
The God offered Cornelius a second chance at life, asking for nothing in return but fun and entertainment.
Furious and desperate, Willow agreed.

He woke up several days later in a hospital body, miraculously alive, his bullet wounds no more than bruises now.
According to the doctors, it was a miracle that none of the bullets have hit a vital area.
"You must really have the Holy Spirit with you father." The doc said.
Finally discharged, coming home, Cornelius found a note on the door.
"Glad you are well. Fed your cat for you. -Lucy"

"Cat? I don't hate a cat." The priest said, opening the door to his apartment.
Lo and behold, a big black cat laid on his table, waiting for him.
How it got inside, Cornelius had no clue. He felt oddly connected to the animal tho.
Naming it "Gigantor", due to the cats massive size, the priest decided to keep him.

Over the course of the next few weeks, Dredgen realized the cat was not a normal animal.
It ate sporadically as if for fun, but never seemed hungry or thirsty, going for days without food, water or the need to go to the bathroom.
It also seemed immune to damage, of any variety.
"What the fuck kind of cat are you?" The priest asked one night, exasperated.
"I am your friend, Cornelius, and your tool for vengeance." The feline spoke, morphing itself into a handgun.
Remembering his deal with "God", he sighed. It all seemed like a dream for a time, but now the memory was crystal clear.
He really was killed that night. Cornelius picked the gun up, sighing deeply, his prayers were really answered.

Appearance

Height: 6"1
Eyes: Hazel.
Hair: Black.
Frame: Athletic, slim.
Accent: Slight British accent.

Personality

Cornelius is easygoing, laid back on the surface.
A drinker and a smoker and overall a womanizer.
Below his relaxed, "no fucks given" facade, the gunslinger is a very skilled and deadly killer.
Cold blooded and calculated, once he feels its someone's time to leave this mortal coil, not much can be done to stop him or change his mind.
Loves wearing shades.

Weapons and abilities

Death sense: After dying and coming back from the bring of death, Cornelius can sense which situations and attacks mean certain death, so he can avoid them.
Lethality: Many years of being a hired gun, honed Dredgens combat and aim to perfection. Every strike is aimed to kill and his aim with a gun rarely misses.
Enhanced speed (above an average human).
Enhanced strength (above an average human).
Enhanced reaction time (above an average human).
Enhanced durability and stamina (above an average human).

His favourite and only constant weapon he uses is KUN. A handgun chambering caliber explosive .454 Casull rounds, seven of them in one magazine.
The name KUN came from his niece seeing the cat turn into a gun at one point, naming it "kat-gun", hence the name KUN, remained.
The rounds are infused with energy from the odd cat. Upon asking what it was, the cat called it un-life.
"A fitting name." Cornelius thought, as whatever gets damaged with the round, simply ceases to be.
The rounds make healing and regeneration impossible.
The gun does not make its own ammo, so Cornelius still has to buy ammo.

GIGANTOR THE CAT

An absolute unit of a feline, bigger than any normal black house cat Cornelius has ever seen.
The cat can speak, however it does so very rarely and usually only to Dredgen.
If not present on or with him, the cat is usually in the nearby vicinity or has morphed into a piece of clothing the priest is wearing.

Appearance

Huge black cat, male.

Personality

Unknown, though usually an asshole(as cats are).

Abilities

Enhance: The cat already enhanced Dredgens physical abilities upon bringing him back from death, but can do again, if absolutely necessary.
Transmute: Can turn into literally anything it wants, though is usually a cat. Also is some piece of Dredgens outfit to keep him somewhat safer from bullets or damage,
or is his gun.
Forced teleport: If Drengen is in a situation that will result in certain death, the cat will swap places with him, often against his desires.
Cat: The cat is immune to damage of any form, nor does it eat, drink, use the bathroom, get ill or age. Loves to be worshipped.
Absolute: Death by cat is absolute, no coming back from it.

(The cat is the Observer in this scenario, not Cornelius himself, he has no clue what the cat really is, he just rolls with it.)

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Observer

Existence is a fleeting thing.
Fragile and short. Born of a formless consciousness desperately needing a form to embody.
And to it, a form was gifted.
With, almost limitless, creative power, the formless consciousness spread like wildfire.
Birthing chaos within the tranquility of nothingness that was before it.
One voice soon became hundred, hundred became a thousand, thousand a billion.
The once somber wailing of the bodiless, now turned in to a noise echoing through the void.
A universe, viewed by the consciousness, as the pinnacle of its creative power, spread infinitely across all plains,
introducing laws and concepts unnecessary to the nothingness around it.
Energy, matter, space and time, gravity, so called life. Redundant.
The very existence of these creations only disrupted the equilibrium of the void.
"Void", even that name came from the minds and mouths of the creatures now inhabiting those universes,
their way of describing absence of their reality within the nothingness.

Abyss, the cradle of so called "life", awoke.
Tearing in to the multiverse, ripping through it's thin veil, seeping into the reality that was created.
With twisted humour, it gave it self a form, crafted sloppily from all that the reality before it could provide.
To rip apart all that the consciousness had created from within itself.
As all she made, she made from her self, the consciousness could not overcome this invasion at first.
With time, she gave more power to her creations, more life, until she herself faded. Gods and demons, beings beyond time or space,
all born for a singular purpose, defending the existence that was created. As they were many, bickering amongst them became common,
but in the face of Abyss, it was put aside. Nothingness knew it would never be stopped no matter their efforts, but it enjoyed, with sick pleasure,
watching them strain, cheer and relish in their victories, cry and despair in their defeats.

To better enjoy the play unfolding, the form it had was split in two. One to lead and devour, the other to roam and observe.
Both forms were one and the same, given personalities beyond their gluttonous urge to return everything to un-life.
The Observer, as it was named by those who crossed its path, was benevolent. It roamed the multiverse, taking on endless forms as it pleased.
However underneath the facade, it was nothingness it self, no less different than Abyss, as was named it's counterpart.
Observer roamed, picking places and times, and if it so chose, tore in to the fabric of reality, leading Abyss over to return those sectors of the multiverse back to zero.

Depending on the form it took, Observer would limit its true form, as even the smallest display of its truth would radiate, peeling away the shell it embodies.
It however could use all the abilities of the form it took, perfectly, sometimes infusing them with it's own for better effects. The forms could be destroyed,
but it's truth would always come back and make another one.
Eventually, to save time and effort, the defenders of reality, focused all their forces on the Abyss, while only tracking Observer to know where it would call upon Abyss next.

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LIMITS

Not a big fan of hardcore BDSM pain, gore, vore or scat and thing of such nature.
Being a cuck is also not my cup of tea. Long term chastity without stimulation as well.