Nemesis Rector
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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"You cannot know my motives. You are unworthy of my plans. You are fit only to provide a foundation upon which I will build my empire."
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| Nemesis Rector | |
| Player: @Fireforged | |
| Origin: | Technology |
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| Archetype: | Mastermind |
| Threat Level: | 44 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Unknown |
| Known Aliases: | The Prussian Prince of Automatons, Nemesis?, Fake Nemesis |
| Species: | Human (formerly) |
| Age: | Indeterminate |
| Height: | 7'2" |
| Weight: | Confidential |
| Eye Color: | Confidential |
| Hair Color: | Confidential |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Confidential |
| Occupation: | Overlord on the Mend |
| Place of Birth: | Confidential |
| Base of Operations: | Confidential |
| Marital Status: | Confidential |
| Known Relatives: | Confidential |
| Known Powers | |
| Robotics & Force Fields | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Leadership | |
| Equipment | |
| Steam Ionization Rifle | |
| No additional information available. | |
Summary
Cast back from the end of things by the meddlesome Menders, Nemesis is a shell of his former self. The temporal scaling not only ravaged his powers, but degraded his armor. He has been forced to scavenge, steal and recreate his technology from lesser materials. He has taken on the sobriquet of a rogue Nemesis automaton. He seeks to rebuild his empire in this timeline, and become master of all that is once more.
Background
The Methuselah Device
Nemesis is now bound to this time. His tether to the future was severed by the Menders using one of his own creations: the Methuselah Device. Steeped in mystery even in the dark future, the Device was built for one glorious purpose: to make Nemesis the supreme power in all the multiverse by binding all incarnations of himself from all space and time into a singularity, a pandimensional being. This was meant to be the end game.
In the untold millenia of his existence, Nemesis had been moving behind the scenes, making contact with other versions of himself across the dimensional boundaries. He had bartered, conquered, and cajoled his way through countless alliances. He had seeded versions of himself throughout all timelines. The Device would bring all of those versions together, creating a being possessed of all knowledge from all time.
But before the Device was complete, the Menders of Ouroboros and their vassals finally made the connection. Their endless alculations over the ebb and flow of eons had finally revealed the intricate network of Nemesis' influence.
In force they came.
Millions of them.
Countless fell before they ever reached Nemesis' sanctum sanctorum; a pocket dimension, a nexus of spacetime, where a great brass City stood, bellowing smoke and steam, fire and lightning. The minions sworn to the Prince of Automatons waged a relentless battle against the invaders. In his chambers, Nemesis could hear the din grow more loudly by the hour, even as reports reached him of the deaths of thousands in the onslaught.
As the hour drew near, the Menders breached the inner chamber. Nemesis toyed with them for a while, chiding them for having taken so long to make their discovery. He offered clemency to each of them in the new verse to come. As the Device began to hum to life, Nemesis stepped quickly inside, waving airily to the heroes that rushed forward to stop him. The world dissolved in light as a cacophony rose about him. Around him came the ghostly images of each of his other selves, smiling balefully.
But then something went wrong. Their images faltered, skewed, and faded. The sound and fury around him ended with a tremendous shearing force...
And he found himself standing at the edge of an ocean. The sky was gray and streaked with clouds. Gulls called nearby. As he turned inland, disgust, confusion and anger gripped him. The unmistakable bulk of Fort Darwin blotted out even the clouds.
Nemesis had been cast back along the timeline. His powers were drained. His armor was weakened. His vast armies were lost in the mists of the future. He had no choice but to begin again...
