Appel

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## Appel

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## Lore Info

### Deaths

* Assassination by Snowy\_
* Assassination by Manta

### Events

Final episode of season 1

Appel is AppelCyder's first character of the Horizon SMP Series who made their debut in New Horizons.

## Appearance

Appel is a tall, fit and surprisingly young in appearance in contrast of age. His hair is spiked back and unruly, as the excess is braided down to his abdomen. Parts of his dark purple skin have highlighted markings, mostly prominent on his face and neck. Most of Appel’s clothing is handmade, from his button-up overcoat, Turtleneck Long-sleeves, goggles (all in some gradient of purple) and to his stained tan-grey drawstring pants. Additionally wearing thallium beads to keep his braids together. Each one signifying a year in Exile.

## Personality

Appel’s personality is abrasive, snide, easy-going and collected. All in variation depending on what is needed in the moment. Overall, Appel comes off as charismatic and inept of social cues.

He garners his intellect as in invaluable tool to his arsenal, a heavy reliance and his first go-to, avoiding physical conflict as much as possible. He is incredibly pragmatic and shows little empathy to his associates, only shallow pity. He instinctively prods around the mind of everyone, always gathering information around him. Never allowing himself to drop caution into the wind, as he knows the toll is too taxing to pay...

## History

Appel was born natively in The End dimension, not much is known about his past in detail, though in bits and pieces revealed, most is known was Appel had been a genocider to his own people, a deep hatred to the Ender Dragon and its authority. He had challenged the Dragons power and had paid in banishment to the Overworld. Where his rage and violence had been silenced to fill in for his infinite curiosity and amazement for the world below, meeting an Observer Warforge named SM0K-1 (Smokey). And his best friend, Cringe the Axolotl.

Appel self proclaimed this is where his life began to spiral down, fighting against the odds abasing his adversaries, reconciling and creating the Nation SpruceShire with his newfound friends within the new world. Only for it to be repaid in death and exile from his own home. In spite he allied with a newcomer, Tokyo, in the promise he would re-attain what he lost. Though through the process of watching her kill the only friend that had been helping him, to seeing his best friend fall into insanity and mania from their Robotic body. He came to realize that he could never have it back. As the world crumbled and everyone escaped to another.  Appel came to the conclusion that nothing would be the same, until everything and everyone who was in the way was gone and locked away.

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"Well I didn't anticipate this."

He had expected to die as the Dragon lifted him up from his wounded state, his sword shattered, and his tools destroyed to dust. A photo of his friends from New Horizons, burning away in a purple flame as be wrapped around tightly in her tail. Appel turned and looked up, staring at the maw of the Ender Dragon, as her eyes glared back in profaned rage and malice to the Enderman and his countless atrocities.

"Well, it's been a century. Is there something in the way for you to not end it all here?" Appel instigated. Providing a challenge to the Dragoness.

"... No. I gladly accept my countless victories that you can never defeat me.. Though I cannot accept your pleas for death, exiled one." The chorus of the Ender Dragons voices flooded Appel's mind, inducing a massive headache.

"We have spent nearly millennia fighting. You bring people with you to rally against me. I will destroy you. You try to make sense of a number you can't cut down with a blade or your technology." The Ender Dragon spoke, Appel watching in concern as the End Crystal's began to reform, one by one.

"You try to cling onto something you know you can never preserve, but hold the status quo of destroying it all. Either by death or your own induced tragedies. You are alone and forever you will remain that way, exiled one." The last crystal reformed, as the ten shot into the Never-ending twilight.

"What are you going to do now then, if you 'really' don't want to kill me...?" Appel tried to keep a stoic tone of voice, though couldn't help the ending quiver in his voice as he watched the beams cascade and converge above the Ender Dragon.

"You and I will remain eternal. Burdening the same curse of immortality until we seek out our impossible purposes. Your wish for death will never be granted. Forever to roam our infinite void until all that is left is dying gods and decaying stars. Farewell exiled one."

The Dragon flew back, flicking the end of their tail, launching Appel head on into the converging beams. An overflow of ancient power building up inside, his body felt like it was set on fire a thousand times over. He yelled and wailed in response. As runes seared into his glowing marks on his cheeks and neck.

"╎ᒲᒲフ።ﬧׅᔑꖎ╎ነ ᒲᔑꖎŀ↸╎ᓵﬧׅ╎フ"

 The End went dark. Only a deep glow of cyan and lime emitted from a star far away, as a God oversaw one world. Keeping it hostage, yet again.

↸ᔑ∷ꖌ

ᔑꖎ𝙹リᒷ

ᓭ╎ꖎᒷリℸ
 ̣ ᓭ ᓵ ᔑ ∷ ᒷ ↸

ᔑ ⎓ ∷ ᔑ ╎ ↸

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∴ᔑꖌᒷ ⚍!¡

Appel shot straight up from his desk. Nearly falling from his swivel seat as it rolled back and hit the plate wall behind him. Knocking pictures and papers off the wall, crashing onto the floor.

"Fuck.." App swore, getting up from his seat and picking up the calendar.

July, 2XXX (1 Day before The StarGate Event)

Appel exited his office. Looking down the concrete halls, watching to the left, a guardsman walked past, escorting a scientist with a cubic case labeled "AE-093. HEAVILY CHARGED MATERIAL." They paid no attention to their Co-Director, passing by without a word. Appel let out a soft sigh. And followed the ways behind them. Passing by offices and viewing glasses of the outside world. Blackened ashy shores and a white sea spanning for miles complemented by the everclear blue sky. With one, unnaturally bright Cyan-green star to the south..

A mechanical door shifted open for the Enderman, as he slid right by the guards. They made their way down the hall. Appel continued to follow. As they all entered the outside world. The cold shore breeze hitting him. His eyes wandered across the sea and the island, Exposed Cogs and Andesite Casings were strung around. As they got their power from their Ocean tide, keeping the Factory Functioning.

He looked forward. Seeing the massive project he had ever created. A Diamond shaped portal far off the island's shore. Protruding out from the ocean with its 10 Obsidian Pillars with End Crystals. Their beams had been redirected and focused on two pieces of golnstone. The water around the Obsidian Structure had been shifting unnaturally from its newfound gravity distortion. As the sea seemed to become slime-like. Creeping a short ways up the pillars. Appel gazed at the suspended path off the front of the StarGate. "Work this time. I'd really hate using a motorboat.." Appel hoped. Concentrating as his heart began to burn. His vision went a deep purple before shifting forwards in an inverted light. Purple particles floated off him as he stood only a few yards away from the StarGates Terminal.

"That still works. Nice." He checked around the perimeter of the StarGate, to his non-surprise. No one was here. No one needed to be yet.. Appel made his way to the Terminal, passing by a command block encased in quartz glass. It had been hooked up to the terminal as its unknown potential made calculations and computing far much faster. At the cost of his friend. He looked at the piece of masking tape on the top of the command block. SMOK-1. Appel pressed his hand against the glass. Feeling sympathy for his Observer friend. Before heading to the Terminal and turning it on.

StarGate 1 Status: POWERED
Receiver Location: UNKNOWN
StarGate 2 Status: UNKNOWN
AE-078 STATUS: PHASE-1

Appel focused on the Phase Number. Concerned. "They shouldn't have gotten that strong that fast." Appel fished out a syringe from his inventory. A cyan liquid dimly luminescent. Etched in the glass had its content name and purpose. 'AE-078 Termination Solution: ■■■■'

He was hoping it would work. More hoping that 078 had actually made it to the new world. Appel heard an electronic ping, kicking himself out of his thoughts and pocketing the syringe again. And looking up. The screen was updated.

Receiver Location: IMMORTAL
StarGate 2 Status: UNDER SIEGE
AE-078 Status: 1-@M-ST U C K

Appel made a face at 078s status. But comforted that they had made it. A pixelated image began to load onto the terminal. Though low quality, it had gotten a good picture of 4 people that could just be made out. AE-078, GeneralBronze, Cringe and a blond-haired child by his side.. "Oh great, he's got another person to manipulate.." Appel muttered. Before eyeing the date in a slight shock. It had been only 4 months for them. Appel checked the current date. Finding that he was 4 Years ahead. 'How time flies..'

He took notice of the StarGates status. Then took a glance at the image. Seeing unrecognizable figures behind the axolotl scientist and the blond child.. They were there to destroy the gate. Appel couldn't help but crack an ironic smile. It wouldn't be a day in his life that someone didn't try and destroy all he had worked for. And that's why he hated them. Wanted all then locked away in boxes. And kill the few that gave him nothing but empty promises and pain. He sent a short note to the entire personnel of the A.C.C, before leaving the Terminal on and teleporting back to the Volcano Base, as more images began to slowly load.

Time-Stamp: Hour 0922.

Note from DIRECTOR

You have 18 hours to prepare.

StarGate departures start soon.

7 Years after Immortal SMP

Appel woke up to the same, everclear starry sky, shattered with the never-ending Borealis that has spread like cracks on broken glass. He grunted as he leaned forwards, trying to remember what he was doing. 'Oh right, the megagrove lake.' He looked down to see his fishing equipment and his Aeternium Sword, picking it up, along with his fishing rod. Looking up from the ground to gaze at the brilliant blue water, the faint glows of the bioluminescent end-fish illuminating the depths below. The exotic flora on the bottom of the lake swaying with the gentle movements of the water.

Right, I was fishing. Did I catch anything..?

Appel thought to himself, twisting his pack around from his back and to the front. Looking through to see a few bundles of fish. It was a lot better than Chorus Fruit Gelatin for a main course. He turned away from the pond, and began walking into the cyan groves. Passing by the dragonflies and the occasional passerby of Cubozas.

As Appel continued down his own-made path through the grove. He took the time to ponder the past. A few days ago was the day that he returned here. Appel had remembered that he had told himself he would not survive in such a barren dimension. Though, years later. He found a little bit of Eden in the vast expanse of The End.

A large cluster of planetoids and shattered continents of new life and biome. Mountains of Multi-colored crystals and Jelly-Shroom trees. He never assumed such life could flourish in The End. Though, it was a welcome surprise. Wandering around his absurd circumstances. He started from scratch, the true bottom. Exploring this new expanse, discovering the new plants and animals that co-existed with the Enderman. It was truly a breath of fresh air for Appel. An entire world to himself. Free from gods, conflicts, and the people he had called allies. They were trapped now, forever to run the cycle of worlds with a God who doesn't know when to quit. Just a green-cyan star in the dense, starry sky.

It was in the past now. And though Appel had never forgotten them. All those atrocities, and pain. It wasn't his to bear now. The guilt he would have felt for abandoning them was long been depleted. "It's better this way." Appel spoke to himself, tearing away from the thoughts as he entered The Lantern Forest, the contrast of pastel orange taking control over the harsh contrast of cyan behind him.

"I've never been so relieved in my life." He continued. He continued down the path, raising his hands to touch the low hanging lantern plants. Then taking immediate notice of the black and purple obsidian rock wrapped around his hand, as it faintly hummed.

He wasn't fully relieved yet. Stuck had been alive, even after Immortal fell. The thought of his old peers falling to The Endermass wasn't a worry. He knew they at least had some chance. Gods or not. Though it was the fear of Stuck being allowed to spread beyond the Overworld. Turning the entire world into The FarDark. And the sheer thought of letting them into The End. Well, all he could hope is that The Dragon can destroy them if that comes to fruition. If not, he always had the Termination Procedure for AE-078.

Appel stood in front of a carved out Lantern Tree, walking inside to is small hovel of a home. A mess of his discoveries journals and hand drawn photos. He pulled the fish from his pack and threw them into a smoker. Tossing his pack onto the floor and sitting at a protruded table from the wall. Looking out the braided window that crossed hatched out of the sky and the land, his eyes continued to wander around his home, until it rested at the Photo laying on the windowsill.

It was such an old picture. All the way back to New Horizons. At the North Bridge of SpruceShire. Choccy, Natarii and him. It was the start of something great a timeline of horrible things to happen.

They are long gone now, and Appel took solace in that. They didn't need to follow the cycle. Even though he lamented over the thoughts if they followed him here.

Appel sighed, picking up the photo and placing it face forward to the table. "Oh well.. At least they are resting now. That's all that matters." Appel reassured himself. Getting out of his seat and making his way to the smoker, pulling out the cooked fish. Though, as he turned away. A deep purple light flooded the sky, dissolving all the unique color in its melancholic glow. He turned to see a distant beacon shine.

His relief and calmness shattered and disappeared along with the glow. Appel stood frozen, staring at the beacon. That Portal had opened. And any hope that he had to be alone was gone.

'Such a shame..'

'I was just starting to smile too.
## Gallery

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Artwork by AppelCyderArwork by AppelCyder**Appel** and Iron arguing**Appel** fighting StuckArtwork by SnowuhArtwork by BecomeBeeA group photo of **Appel**, Cringe and Natarii, artwork by NatariiArtwork of a fight between Bronze and **Appel**, by AppelCyderThe link between **Appel** and Zombi, by DragonicxRebirth**Appel** and Zombi falling, by AppelCyder**Appel's** second death, depicted by Natarii

A comic of **Appel** after he entered Immortal (1)(2)(3)(4)A comic of **Appel** and Natarii (1)(2)(3)(4)Appel's character sheet
1. ↑ https://twitter.com/AppelCyder/status/1646221193605939203