The Reaver In Hiding Bio

CVNUCode Name: Reaver (bottom section is important Lilith is presently using a possessed individual)

Name: Natasha Lilith Moxy Morbida

Monikers: Nat, Mox, Morbid, Rav, Lilith, Lily

Title: Deaths Child, Scorn

Age: 2.135

Height: 6'2

Weight: 130

Hair Color: Red or Green

Eye Color: Green or Red

Powers: Hellfire Generation and manipulation: the ability to genererate and manipulate all variations of fire. This includes a mix of hellish types as well. These include Psyfire which increases synaptic response to deliver a dozen times the pain. Mindfire which brings out the worst thoughts and memories in people. Warpfire which can be altered into metal. Icefire which generates frostbite instead of burn and lastly so far Reaver has been shown also using Soulfire fire which burns away the soul instead of flesh. Lastly this grants an immunity to fire.

Super Strength: Pressumed to be uncalculable

Soul Manipulation: Ability to alter steal control or destroy ones soul as well as construct things from it.

Flight: By wings usualy black feathered in color though can be bat like as well as white

Reality Warping: Allowing the use of teleportation breaking dimensional laws etc. NOTE: can't be used at this time besides telekinesis telepathy, manipulation of her age and teleporting.

Dissruption: The ability to destroy things on an atomic level.

Regeneration: Ability to heal from so far any wound inflicted. On top of this wounds that fall from the body can be used to make more of herself. Lastly she can also reattach limbs and possesses blood manipulation.

Weakness: Pure Souls/Religious beings

NOTE: at this time she exists on Earth do to the child Lilly Morbidith. Should something happen to Lilly it might compromise Natasha. Lilly can be found in detail below.

Transportation: Flight/Teleportation

Fighting Style: The Reapuskujin and Imorteelen

Bio: Legend says she is the daughter of Death and thus the deity of apsolute ruin. Stories say that she slaughtered for centuries to prove herself. Only to be betrayed by the mighty allfather. Banished to do what was thought and imposible task. Legend tells though that one day that task will be done and so she will be the undoing of the world. For more see blogs and Vine Hell Championship(Weapons Armor and fighting style are detailed there)

Lilly Morbid

Age: appears somewhere between 16-18

Height: 5'6

Weight: 120

Eyes: Violet

Hair: red and black, or green and black

Fighting Style: this and her weapon remain the same, though Lilly favors swords that can grow in length.

Powers: black wings for flight.

Healing Factor: though not able to replicate Lilly can heal as quickly as her demonic host. Regrowing lost limbs in seconds

NearOmniReaction Time: she herself doesn't have great speed or strength thanks to her possessor however her body temporarily reacts to contend with pending attacks. This presents an image of greater performance then perhaps expected.

Bio: for the demonic exile to walk free she needed a host, and that was in Lilly. Last seen befor Daemon's death she's barely recognizable.


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The Champion That Once Was[quick history of Reaver and VHC]

You might have heard of the tournament in which a young beauty hopes to obtain freedom. How there is a longing to be able to once again explore the world. But were you able to look past those emerald eyes and question what placed the hostess where she is? Clearly her island is not the luxury resort it's made out to be, so then what brought her there. Let us start from the begining a little over two thousand years ago when a demonic dragon and the entity of death got together. They would give birth to Natalia who often used the name Reaver. From the begining you may think this was nothing troubling. A demon baby in hell born of the reaper and the largest of fiends what would she have to fear? That however was the troubling domain, she had nothing to fear everything else did.

Natalia began as a girl wanting to learn how to seduce lie and kill. That was all she wanted, to bend people to her will she craved control. And in the begining this was fine she chased the perception of power. Like many of children of this apocalyptic domain she was simply in persuit of becoming something important something special. Then came Natalia's thirteenth birth day and her mother Melashin the fierce wishing dragon offered Reaver a wish. And perhaps that was the worst call to ever make. Reaver looked her mother in the eyes and said "I want you to give me the power to claim hell for myself." And so it was done a thirteen year old girl was given the power of a goddess.

Her first action was to use her now incredible mind to reach into the brain of her mother. And in a horrifying blast of psychic energies reducing the dragons mighty mind to that of a simple animal. In a solitary instant the woman who granted the demon godhood was reduced to little more then a pet. With a wishing dragon to fall back on the young teen began her crusade. A war against all that dared oppose her. From a young age Reaver had learned her styles that would allow her to be a nightmare upon the battlefield. Reapuskujin and Imorteelen were together a fury upon the field that was frightening to be against. Reapuskujin was a hellish fighting style she had learned from her father. It mixed grapples and stabs with large arcs of motion. The notion being to fill the battlefield with such large over lapping arcs that one could do nothing but be caught in the ripping motion. While Imorteelen was the art of using ones healing abilities and the demented joy one got from pain to forge a ruthless style. Rather then repeling an attack one would let the attacks often carry through to some regard. Then in the blink of an eye that opening from a blade in the foe would be exploited for the kill. Embracing pain to deliver execution and for years her powers and these styles served her well.

Entire battle fields would be filled with fiends that came at her charging with rightious or maniacle fury. The sound of there advance would be like thunder pounding in a storm that seamed impossible of being real. And yet never did the daughter of death fall performing acrobatic and numerous movements with Reapuskujin to cleave entire droves of enemies apart. Eventually the numbers broke through managing to strike Natalia. A moment which she embraced, at times arms stretched out wide in humble welcome. But in these moments when the hoards roared in triumph she would reveal the mythical aspect of the little armor she wore. It was composed of demonic dragon bone. It could twist change and warp at will and in a sea of tendrils and snaking claws the triumphant would then be reduced to a rain of limbs. Death's child had embarked on a war against all, and it was a war she seemed for many years to be wining.

Then he came, the angel Gabriel poisoning the glorious thrill of war. Reaver believed the angel to be a girl all this time, no warrior just a harp playing hyped up bird. That was far from the case though the mighty angel clashed with Natalia in a brawl that shook mountains. It was said that when the legendary Nova Scythe that Reaver used colided with the weapon of Gabriel crashed with such force the sonic booms had detonated victems to close. Reducing demons and mighty warriors to explosions of gore. Many a time both the child of Death and one of Heaven's finest had come close to an actual defeat only to escape in the last moment. Untill Gabriel forsaked melee combat and graceful movements and used a barrage of holly light constructed crosses. Natalia Lilith Moxy Morbida had been bested for the first time in her life. Her body was mangled half of her body still the beautiful deviant the other skeletal remnants with charred tendants hanging.

"Death much to my distain will come to all but seemingly not his child. And yet the herasy your corupt body has brought is inescusable. Repentance is something which you will never chase after. So by the power envested in thee I part you with your divinity untill the blood is enough to flood the streets of Babylon." And in a flash of blinding painful light Reaver found herself on an abandoned island. She looked behind her and saw the polluted seas of a unknown part of hell. They were mostly peacefull but one could see small fires burning throughout as well as toxic green portions. In a burst of speed using fire to make her move as fast as any jet if not faster she tried to fly away. No matter which direction she went though she found herself back on the island. She had been banished to a sub dimension of hell a place where she could not escape.

Cogs of the mind however turned plotting to learn how she could make this work. She sat and carved into a skull she'd found talking to it as she thought out loud and then it sank in. To banish Reaver they also had to banish her mother the mystic dragon Melashin. Few if any of the dragons remained, Natalia had played her part in ensuring that. And so the wishes of such a dragon were in high demand and greed was a consuming sin for many. The demonic bringer of malice began the hike to the stadiums. There was nine of the large colleseums one for every 'level of hell'. Somewhere deep in the island was a vault. A unpeneatrable unbreakable container that could hold enough blood to fill all of these stadiums. Various hour glasses were scattered around the island indicating how close she was to filling it. And so it was forged......Vine Hell Championship a tournament of hellish design forming a chance, a ladder, a vine to ascend back into the lands that were hers to rule.

For one thousand nine hundred years the games were held the time to be free growing closer and closer. Last years tournament was a tag team consisting of sixty four teams and one hundred twenty eight contestants. Serial killers, saints, demons, angels, monsters, paladins, undead wariors you name it they were there. One team though captured the audiance a young angel by the name of Destiny and Dark elf named Serenity had been paired together. They were on totally opposite sides of wants and tactics but flowed together in a way that seemed subliminal. No matter the foes speed or strength the pair butchered what came at them. A sisterhood forming between the two untill after all those grueling battles that soaked the stadiums in blood the two had come to the final round. Here they had to forsake all their work, exploit what they learned and dual eachother. This battle waged with a ferocity rarely seen in the ring, the dual suffering many back lashes that slaughtered even the audiance. A fact which only made the crowd cheer even more in excitment. Knowing eachother inside and out the two fought untill the time had finished. And just as they were out of time the two had paused. Each ready to make the kill the angel was down but her glistening blade was poised at the elf's throat. While the elf had her hands raised, a series of rocks spears of ice orbs of fire and criss crossing winds that would cut steel hovered in the air. There was one thing though that seperated them that Reaver saw.

"We have reached a tie, I've only the choice to crown each of you the victor. Nique the dark elf we know as Serenity I would like you to stay on call as my latest champion." The elf nodded and then looked to the woman in revealing robes that aproached her. "That there is Melashin make your wish. Then Destiny it is your turn you've shown serious greatness! Its just harder for me to like ya you know?"

"I want the experience to be the apsolute master of the elments that I can bend. So that next time I enter the ring I can be ready to be the leader of my revived people." In a swirling vortex of elements that began to rip through Nique's body the dark elf restrained from giving in. Untill finally the elemental storm fadded and water flowed inbetween the wounds and flesh and muscle began to rejuvenate. The robed woman turning then to the angel.

"I wan't your daughter to be wiped from existance." The cloaked woman shook her head mouthing the words 'it can not be'. Sighing the angel looked back up at the dragon disquised in her human form. "Then I want to live as long as she does, I will see that fiend fall." So it was that an angel and rival of the daughter of Death was now bound to the demons soul.

But there was reason for all to fear for the hour glass was nearly full. By Natalia's calculations two kills next tournament, two kills and she would be set free. Soon the darkness would be revisited, the horror reborn and the game would evolve into a nightmare amongst the many....

(Not my finest but now you know the history of the game. And what it is the sweet acting monstrosity is in pursuit of.)


Styles and Gear

Reapuskujin translated loosely as the Reaping Style. This focuses primarily on large murderous arcs. Which translates well both against many and singular foes. As each attack covers a larger surface area then most. Inspired by the Grim Reaper it also focuses on critical points often aiming to remove lims, split a person in half or removal of ones head. The style also incorporates the use of flight and speed to improve damage output.

Imorteelen translates loosely to the Ressurecting Style. Using this fighting method one embraces pain. They welcome damage to a point that they almost enjoy it. This permits one with an ability to shrug off most wounds and likely recover soon after. The central point of this style though is in the regenerative properties that tend to lock a weapon in place. The weapon now unable to be moved from the Imorteelen user by the opponent. This disarms them and thus allows often a critical counter.

Nova Scythe

This blade contains the standard scythe, a double bladed varient, twin sickle varient(by spliting the double), daggers(by rotating blades upward), axe(by bringing both sickle blades to the top), spear(bringing blade upwards, and the staff(removing the blades). Its also wise to note the blade could be doubled if a singular form. Composed of Marrus, a hell like variation of Moljoner the blade has shown capable of cutting through anything and being near indistructable. It can be summoned(flys to) or spawned(teleported to) by Reaver at any given time. The blade also responds to the powers of Reaver. This means if it were damaged it would recover, and it can be used to generate even more potent variations of Reaver's ability.

Skull Gauntlets can form shields, blades(up to sword length), gloves(clawed, knuckle covering, spiked), and even a whip fifteen feet long, and a cross bow varient(uses souls to form arrows that deal added spirit damage). These are also made of Marrus and are worn at all times. And just like the scythe they can be used to channel the powers of Reaver.

Armour of Dawn is made of demonic dragon bone. As such it can expand or lower itself in size, regenerate in time, and is highly durable it can also mimic a fabric like structure. Its usualy in a more provocative state covering little of the demon, though can become a full set of armor with a thought. It may also grow spikes limbs tentacles etc

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