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Name: Ken Cooper.
Age: 18
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Appearance: Unlike the picture he uses, Ken prefers to wear a tough leather vest over his cotton shirt, as well as a dark green long coat made of some reptile's skin and a set of tough brown jeans and darker brown combat boots, as well as a fedora hat, a belt, and a bandana for style and as an improvised mask.
Personality: Ken does not know the meaning of 'True Companions', but he does know the meaning of family. Knowing what it was like to be an outcast, the boy sympathizes with marginalized members of the societies he finds himself in, even as he keeps a hand on one of his guns in case of betrayal. Traumatized by his parents' deaths and his bloody vengeance for them, Ken is paranoid about being caught and shot but paradoxically yields easily to shows of kindness and sympathy towards him.
Backstory: Ken was born in the United Republic of Walton to an Averton settler and his Uveran wife; an odd pairing that was scorned in some places. They lived in a remote homestead in between an Avertonian/Waltonian town and an Uveran tribal village, trading with both whenever needed, and Ken learned both the scorn of folk and the knowledge of both peoples... As well as how to shoot a gun whenever hooligans, rogue tribals, and the occasional monster threatened. Nevertheless, Ken's first love was his books, books from Walton's capital, surrounding towns and traders, and even a few from Averton.
As he grew older, Ken and his family began to receive more hatred from the settlers streaming into Walton, and distrust from the Uveran natives. Several livestock were killed for trespassing into native lands, and tribal fruit trees were cut down in response, the incidents kept on piling up, and Ken's father knew that it was only a matter of time before both sides crossed the line to open murder. So they fled with all they can carry on a wagon; food, drink, tools, medicine, and a few books. Their plan was to set up a new home deeper in the jungles, living closer to the Uveran way of life. And so they did; a house was built of living trees, roofed together with tough leaves. All books and guns were kept in a hollow in the walls, kept dry by sawdust.
This idyllic new life lasted for two years, and Ken learned to forage and survive even better than before, going far afield in search of berries and water or just plant fibers to weave into cloth. It was one such foraging trip that saved his life when his parents' house was found by a gang of Waltonian settlers looking for a Cryptid, but perfectly willing to kill 'savages', and the boy arrived to see his homestead on fire and his parents dying; his mother clung on to life long enough to tell him what had happened.
And when he wept, Ken swore not just revenge, but also to find a way to bring peace between Waltonians and Uverans. And at the moment of his oath, a Vision Crystal descended from the skies in front of him: He had been favored by them.
Ken took the Vision Crystal and it glowed with the power of the Dendro element, able to reshape the world's plants to his command. After burying his parents, he took their guns, his father's jacket, and hat, and wandered off to become a mercenary; somewhere in-between an adventurer and an outlaw but closer to the former. He eventually found and murdered the gang which had killed his parents, earning the name of 'The Six-Shot Kid' for murdering them all with six accurate shots (and a Dendro grenade) and also a bounty in several Waltonian towns; he had already turned sixteen then.
Ken has joined various gangs since then, eventually winding up with a group trying to raise a rebellion in Walton, a group living with the hope that he'd one day find a way to bring peace to his people... Both of them.
Independents:
- Professional - Ken is a Mercenary who lives by his wits and guns, so he can technically apply his advantage to an action that needs the application of physical force, and which also earns money. He can also persuade people that he knows how to shoot straight.
- Bleeding Heart: To some, Ken's naivete may be a source of inspiration, particularly for those who are more downtrodden. It may however bring hostility to him against those who are more jaded.
- Uveran Gunslinger: When using any form of Dendro ability or equipment, be able to hit more difficult, specific targets. Things like buttons, levers, or even just a weakspot from what would normally be an impossible range are things that might be possible targets.
COMBAT
Element: Dendro.
Main Weapon Type: Two six-shooter revolvers.
Secondary Weapon Type: Grenades, Knives, Clubs.
WEAPON
Name: Sean's Vengeance.
Description: Ken's father's six-shooter, this gun has been enhanced with the Dendro element to inflict poisoned wounds in addition to normal bullet damage.
Weapon Enhancements:
Snakebite - Every shot that hits inflicts hindering but not delibitating poison damage.
WEAPON
Name: Mary's Kiss.
Description: Ken's mother's own six-shooter, this gun has been enhanced with the Dendro element so that bullets shot by it have a tranquilizing effect that causes the target to be drowsy...
Weapon Enhancements:
Sleep - Inflicts hindering but not delibitating drowsiness with every wound or even graze.
Fighting Style: Gunslinging Pistoleer - Dual-wielding pistols and hitting multiple targets accurately.
Affinity: (All of them start at 1. Excluding the 1 in each, you have 3 points to spend on them all)
Strength - 1
Skill - 3
Endurance - 1
Elemental Mastery - 2
Elemental Stamina - 1
Elemental Style: Elemental Manipulation and Alteration; Ken can control plants and alter their properties.
Techniques:
Healing Spores - Ken can transform any bit of nearby plant matter into spores that latch onto wounds and slowly regenerate the damage done, allowing him much-needed staying power in a fight.
Exploding Plant Matter - Ken can throw a fruit, a tuber, or a root at a foe and make it explode; this does not usually do lasting or fatal damage, but is a handy distraction; can be used in conjunction with Healing Spores.
Tranquilize - Ken can liquefy bits of plant matter into a sleeping aerosol that causes those who breathe it to grow even drowsier and sleepier; works well with Exploding Plant Matter.
Name: Ken Cooper.
Age: 18
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Appearance: Unlike the picture he uses, Ken prefers to wear a tough leather vest over his cotton shirt, as well as a dark green long coat made of some reptile's skin and a set of tough brown jeans and darker brown combat boots, as well as a fedora hat, a belt, and a bandana for style and as an improvised mask.
Personality: Ken does not know the meaning of 'True Companions', but he does know the meaning of family. Knowing what it was like to be an outcast, the boy sympathizes with marginalized members of the societies he finds himself in, even as he keeps a hand on one of his guns in case of betrayal. Traumatized by his parents' deaths and his bloody vengeance for them, Ken is paranoid about being caught and shot but paradoxically yields easily to shows of kindness and sympathy towards him.
Backstory: Ken was born in the United Republic of Walton to an Averton settler and his Uveran wife; an odd pairing that was scorned in some places. They lived in a remote homestead in between an Avertonian/Waltonian town and an Uveran tribal village, trading with both whenever needed, and Ken learned both the scorn of folk and the knowledge of both peoples... As well as how to shoot a gun whenever hooligans, rogue tribals, and the occasional monster threatened. Nevertheless, Ken's first love was his books, books from Walton's capital, surrounding towns and traders, and even a few from Averton.
As he grew older, Ken and his family began to receive more hatred from the settlers streaming into Walton, and distrust from the Uveran natives. Several livestock were killed for trespassing into native lands, and tribal fruit trees were cut down in response, the incidents kept on piling up, and Ken's father knew that it was only a matter of time before both sides crossed the line to open murder. So they fled with all they can carry on a wagon; food, drink, tools, medicine, and a few books. Their plan was to set up a new home deeper in the jungles, living closer to the Uveran way of life. And so they did; a house was built of living trees, roofed together with tough leaves. All books and guns were kept in a hollow in the walls, kept dry by sawdust.
This idyllic new life lasted for two years, and Ken learned to forage and survive even better than before, going far afield in search of berries and water or just plant fibers to weave into cloth. It was one such foraging trip that saved his life when his parents' house was found by a gang of Waltonian settlers looking for a Cryptid, but perfectly willing to kill 'savages', and the boy arrived to see his homestead on fire and his parents dying; his mother clung on to life long enough to tell him what had happened.
And when he wept, Ken swore not just revenge, but also to find a way to bring peace between Waltonians and Uverans. And at the moment of his oath, a Vision Crystal descended from the skies in front of him: He had been favored by them.
Ken took the Vision Crystal and it glowed with the power of the Dendro element, able to reshape the world's plants to his command. After burying his parents, he took their guns, his father's jacket, and hat, and wandered off to become a mercenary; somewhere in-between an adventurer and an outlaw but closer to the former. He eventually found and murdered the gang which had killed his parents, earning the name of 'The Six-Shot Kid' for murdering them all with six accurate shots (and a Dendro grenade) and also a bounty in several Waltonian towns; he had already turned sixteen then.
Ken has joined various gangs since then, eventually winding up with a group trying to raise a rebellion in Walton, a group living with the hope that he'd one day find a way to bring peace to his people... Both of them.
Independents:
- Professional - Ken is a Mercenary who lives by his wits and guns, so he can technically apply his advantage to an action that needs the application of physical force, and which also earns money. He can also persuade people that he knows how to shoot straight.
- Bleeding Heart: To some, Ken's naivete may be a source of inspiration, particularly for those who are more downtrodden. It may however bring hostility to him against those who are more jaded.
- Uveran Gunslinger: When using any form of Dendro ability or equipment, be able to hit more difficult, specific targets. Things like buttons, levers, or even just a weakspot from what would normally be an impossible range are things that might be possible targets.
COMBAT
Element: Dendro.
Main Weapon Type: Two six-shooter revolvers.
Secondary Weapon Type: Grenades, Knives, Clubs.
WEAPON
Name: Sean's Vengeance.
Description: Ken's father's six-shooter, this gun has been enhanced with the Dendro element to inflict poisoned wounds in addition to normal bullet damage.
Weapon Enhancements:
Snakebite - Every shot that hits inflicts hindering but not delibitating poison damage.
WEAPON
Name: Mary's Kiss.
Description: Ken's mother's own six-shooter, this gun has been enhanced with the Dendro element so that bullets shot by it have a tranquilizing effect that causes the target to be drowsy...
Weapon Enhancements:
Sleep - Inflicts hindering but not delibitating drowsiness with every wound or even graze.
Fighting Style: Gunslinging Pistoleer - Dual-wielding pistols and hitting multiple targets accurately.
Affinity: (All of them start at 1. Excluding the 1 in each, you have 3 points to spend on them all)
Strength - 1
Skill - 3
Endurance - 1
Elemental Mastery - 2
Elemental Stamina - 1
Elemental Style: Elemental Manipulation and Alteration; Ken can control plants and alter their properties.
Techniques:
Healing Spores - Ken can transform any bit of nearby plant matter into spores that latch onto wounds and slowly regenerate the damage done, allowing him much-needed staying power in a fight.
Exploding Plant Matter - Ken can throw a fruit, a tuber, or a root at a foe and make it explode; this does not usually do lasting or fatal damage, but is a handy distraction; can be used in conjunction with Healing Spores.
Tranquilize - Ken can liquefy bits of plant matter into a sleeping aerosol that causes those who breathe it to grow even drowsier and sleepier; works well with Exploding Plant Matter.
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Name: Alina d’Aureville
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Personality: Haughty and high class, Alina is about as "Lascutani" as one can get without abusing the staff at a party. That isn't to say that she doesn't have her prejudices and naiveties about the world...but instead of those being negative, they're rather...bizarrely positive. It may not be strange at all to her to ask a completely bizarre question about a remote people or area, or just genuinely take what you say at face value due to her being very gullible. She actively seeks inspiration wherever she is, and is prone to wandering off on her own if left to her own devices.
Backstory: Born to a wealthy family in Lascuta, Alina has lived in the veritable lap of luxury for as long as she's been alive. She's never once gone without food or had to don clothing that was worn out, had to worry about whether she'd have shelter tomorrow, or work an honest job a day in her life.
In spite of this, there were crucial things that she did lack, the most prevalent being her mother. Priveleges were met with restrictions, education met with reprimands for failure, and pastimes that should be passions were passed off as "cultural learning" and then the lessons stopped once she had a "presentable" level of skill. Aristocracy didn't agree with Alina, who was heartbroken each time an artful passion was torn away for another flavor of the month, meant to parade the young girl around as an eligible bachelorette ripe for arranged marriage.
Where once there was a wide eyed girl eager to please her father, there was now a rebellious girl seeking her own life, away from the confines of high society. As if spurred into being by her desire for a path forward, her Electro Vision would manifest before her, trapped in a statue in her father's estate that, having had enough of him controlling her life, she would throw to the ground.
Taking it as a sign, she disowned herself from her father's estate at the age of 18, selling off what items she could to afford enough to live off of and begin her career as a sculptor. Spurred on by a mix of anger and passion, she would create astonishing sculpture depicting figures in battle, heroic figures in contemplation, strange inhuman figures that created a series of geometric shapes when viewed at different angles, a breadth of talent and growing skill that would take Lascuta's art scene by storm.
Having cut all ties with her father, she has now set off with vision in hand in search of inspiration, traveling the world to learn of myths and legends to bring to life in her sculpture work. And what better place to start than the Geo nation?
Independents:
Element: Electro
Main Weapon Type: Hammer
Secondary Weapon Type: Back of her hand, gloved of course
Name: Magnum Opus
Description: A sculpting hammer that looks rather large in Alina's hands. Despite its artistic usage, its of the highest quality and is capable of functioning just fine as any hammer from a proper smith.
Weapon Enhancements
Fighting Style: A Young Lady's Honor
"I wasn't raised to fight by my father, but by goodness if I need to fight, I'll win. Absolutely!"
You get 2 boons based on your fighting style. More can be obtained as you go on.
These are traits and aspects of your style that give you an edge in certain interactions.
Affinity:
Strength 1- Governs raw physical prowess
Skill 1- Governs speed and precision
Endurance 1- Governs durability and willpower
Elemental Mastery 3- Governs skill and mastery over your elemental skill
Elemental Stamina 2- Governs how much elemental energy you possess.
Elemental Style:
Casse de Pierre: True to her profession as a sculptor first and foremost, all of Alina's techniques focus on breaking stone, or making it easier to work with. This has translated into powerful electro manipulation that specializes in breaking past physical defenses, with her Foudre Conductrice being powerful enough to shatter boulders.
Techniques:
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Personality: Haughty and high class, Alina is about as "Lascutani" as one can get without abusing the staff at a party. That isn't to say that she doesn't have her prejudices and naiveties about the world...but instead of those being negative, they're rather...bizarrely positive. It may not be strange at all to her to ask a completely bizarre question about a remote people or area, or just genuinely take what you say at face value due to her being very gullible. She actively seeks inspiration wherever she is, and is prone to wandering off on her own if left to her own devices.
Backstory: Born to a wealthy family in Lascuta, Alina has lived in the veritable lap of luxury for as long as she's been alive. She's never once gone without food or had to don clothing that was worn out, had to worry about whether she'd have shelter tomorrow, or work an honest job a day in her life.
In spite of this, there were crucial things that she did lack, the most prevalent being her mother. Priveleges were met with restrictions, education met with reprimands for failure, and pastimes that should be passions were passed off as "cultural learning" and then the lessons stopped once she had a "presentable" level of skill. Aristocracy didn't agree with Alina, who was heartbroken each time an artful passion was torn away for another flavor of the month, meant to parade the young girl around as an eligible bachelorette ripe for arranged marriage.
Where once there was a wide eyed girl eager to please her father, there was now a rebellious girl seeking her own life, away from the confines of high society. As if spurred into being by her desire for a path forward, her Electro Vision would manifest before her, trapped in a statue in her father's estate that, having had enough of him controlling her life, she would throw to the ground.
Taking it as a sign, she disowned herself from her father's estate at the age of 18, selling off what items she could to afford enough to live off of and begin her career as a sculptor. Spurred on by a mix of anger and passion, she would create astonishing sculpture depicting figures in battle, heroic figures in contemplation, strange inhuman figures that created a series of geometric shapes when viewed at different angles, a breadth of talent and growing skill that would take Lascuta's art scene by storm.
Having cut all ties with her father, she has now set off with vision in hand in search of inspiration, traveling the world to learn of myths and legends to bring to life in her sculpture work. And what better place to start than the Geo nation?
Independents:
- Professional - When executing any action in regards to your profession (Sculpting), gain an advantage in the interaction. Depending on your profession you may also use that to persuade others in certain situations.
- Can't Take the Lascuta Out of the Lady: Despite her current predicament, Alina's attitude has not exactly changed from an upper crust resident of Lascuta. She will blend seamlessly into high class settings, but will stick out like a sore thumb anywhere else.
- Her Own Lady: Determined to be dignified and independent to a fault, Alina's Endurance increases by one stage when fighting alone. Such a willful young lady...
COMBAT
Element: Electro
Main Weapon Type: Hammer
Secondary Weapon Type: Back of her hand, gloved of course
WEAPON
Name: Magnum Opus
Description: A sculpting hammer that looks rather large in Alina's hands. Despite its artistic usage, its of the highest quality and is capable of functioning just fine as any hammer from a proper smith.
Weapon Enhancements
- Real Impact: A simple enchantment that has the effect of making this weapon particularly effective against inanimate objects and terrain. This makes it especially useful as a sculpting tool.
Fighting Style: A Young Lady's Honor
"I wasn't raised to fight by my father, but by goodness if I need to fight, I'll win. Absolutely!"
- Pinpoint Pound: Alina is accustomed to chipping away at stone, bit by bit, with each precise blow coming together to form a work of art. As such, her accuracy at targeting and finding enemy weak points is almost like a sixth sense.
- Avant Garde!: Be brave! Be bold! Be different! Seeing as her fighting style is rather...esoteric, to say the least, its actually somewhat difficult to predict the moves of this amateur fighter. Boosts chances of hitting a target, and lowers the chances of her being parried/countered in melee.
You get 2 boons based on your fighting style. More can be obtained as you go on.
These are traits and aspects of your style that give you an edge in certain interactions.
Affinity:
Strength 1- Governs raw physical prowess
Skill 1- Governs speed and precision
Endurance 1- Governs durability and willpower
Elemental Mastery 3- Governs skill and mastery over your elemental skill
Elemental Stamina 2- Governs how much elemental energy you possess.
Elemental Style:
Casse de Pierre: True to her profession as a sculptor first and foremost, all of Alina's techniques focus on breaking stone, or making it easier to work with. This has translated into powerful electro manipulation that specializes in breaking past physical defenses, with her Foudre Conductrice being powerful enough to shatter boulders.
Techniques:
- Foudre Conductrice: A nail formed of electro energy is formed and suspended in the air, remaining stationary as long as it remains within ten feet of Alina. When impacted on the "head", the nail will be sent flying at a high speed, degrading as it flies. The closer something is, the more damage will be done on impact. A nail can actually be hit into another nail, causing a chain reaction of flying projectiles.
- Atelier de la Tonnerre: Slamming her hammer or hands down into the ground with a nail, a wave of electro energy is dispersed into the ground and sent forward in a cone of roughly thirty feet. Living things in the area will begin to be slowed as the static begins to bind their feet to the ground. When Fourdre Conductrice is used in this zone, the nails will fly much faster and will inflict more damage.
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“The Wellspring of Truth lies in wait, and my voice wills it to come forth.”
Name: Tiziana Maggiore
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Witch
Appearance: Tiziana is a young woman with striking features, her natural beauty often betwitches many that come across her. Standing at 5’5’’, she is a fair skinned woman with long brown hair and violet eyes. While traveling, she wears an elaborate white and blue dress complete with a slit. The slits reveal thigh-high stockings and end with a lace trim, and she wears opera gauntlets on both arms that are completed in a similar fashion. Some parts of the dress are edged with gold lining, and she wears asymmetrical gold rings on both arms. Her wardrobe is completed with gold lined platform shoes.
Personality: Tiziana’s personality can be best described as something akin to the sea itself. She can be cool and gentle as small ripples, or as wild and raging as large waves crashing onto the shore. She is a woman who follows her own tempo, and enjoys taking her time doing things. As a secret witch, she holds deep knowledge of the sorcerous arts, and naturally approaches problems with a methodical mind. As a songstress, she also can have a whimsical pattern of speaking, which paints her as an eccentric from the eyes of others.
Backstory: Tiziana Maggiore started her life within The High Court of Lascuta, born into a small family of wealthy aristocrats. On the surface it would appear that the young Tiziana had enjoyed a prosperous upbringing and life of high society. However, in reality, the Maggiore family was a clan of witches. They were magic wielders who were tasked with observing the balance between the natural and supernatural planes. Specializing in seid magic, much of Tiziana’s life was dedicated to studying magical sciences and the principles of supernatural entities. Due to her dedication to her studies and wanting to perfect her art, it was at some point during this time that she suddenly received a hydro vision, further adding to her abilities.
As she grew older, she longed for more from her life. So, to expand her interests, and to create a convenient cover for her other life, Tiziana decided to become a songstress. While she did have natural talent as a singer, Tiziana certainly wasn’t above using magic to alter the sound of her voice to make it sound even more entrancing than normal. She had garnered quite the following of fans, and her voice was of some renown in Lascuta. What was at first just a small side hobby became a beloved passion. With her manipulation of water, she also incorporated graceful dances along with her water control to create awe-spectacles during her performances. Eventually, when she came of age and was recognized as a fully fledged witch, her mother sent her off on a journey. Members of their clan become traveling witches in order to observe the natural balances of the world around them and further her studies. This was a plus in her eyes, as she could now spread the sound of her voice in other regions as well and further her fame.
Independents:
Sacred Voice: By utilizing her magic-imbued voice, Tiziana is able to strengthen her allies and lift curses. She can also charm animals and weak minded foes to give her an advantage in battle.
Siren's Voice: When interacting with men or certain women, her voice can seem a lot sweeter than normal, and she will have a better time of persuading such people.
Professional Performer: When she sings and performs, she can draw a crowd with ease. All eyes will be on her, which can be useful should anyone need a diversion.
Element: Hydro
Main Weapon Type: Dancer’s Fan
Secondary Weapon: Her voice
Name: Luna Nixie -
Description: A ornament dancer fan that Tiziana uses as her main catalyst for her elemental abilities. It has the appearance matching the plumage of a peacock, and glows with an enchanted azure hue when in use.
Weapon Enhancement
Ocean Blessed: An enhancement that makes Tiziana’s fan to more easily synergize with the Hydro element, strengthening her elemental attacks.
Fighting Style: Azure Grace
"Ah…I’m more of a performer than a fighter…”
Torrential Devastation - Tiziana is a delicate lily, due to this she prefers to keep enemies at a distance with large torrents of water, guiding them with Luna Nixie.
Flow like Water - Tiziana takes great pride in her dance moves, which she uses to dodge incoming attackers with precision and grace. Her elegant moves and water illusions confuse enemies, making her harder to hit.
Affinity:
Strength: 1
Skill: 2
Endurance: 1
Elemental Mastery: 3
Elemental Stamina: 2
Elemental Style: Tizana controls waves of water that she uses to attack her foes. She can manifest them as waves, blades, or torrent shots.
Techniques:
Acqua il Passo - Tiziana phases to the side using a dance move and leaves a water image in her original spot. When attacked, the image will explode, dealing small AOE Hydro damage to any foes nearby. The energy fallout goes into her fan, which strengthens her elemental burst.
Finale di Onde Oceaniche - Tiziana gathers a large amount of elemental energy into her fan, then crashes a giant wave into her enemies, dealing AOE Hydro damage to those engulfed in it. Energy tacked on from her previous skill stored in her fan can further strengthen this attack.
“The Wellspring of Truth lies in wait, and my voice wills it to come forth.”
Name: Tiziana Maggiore
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Witch
Appearance: Tiziana is a young woman with striking features, her natural beauty often betwitches many that come across her. Standing at 5’5’’, she is a fair skinned woman with long brown hair and violet eyes. While traveling, she wears an elaborate white and blue dress complete with a slit. The slits reveal thigh-high stockings and end with a lace trim, and she wears opera gauntlets on both arms that are completed in a similar fashion. Some parts of the dress are edged with gold lining, and she wears asymmetrical gold rings on both arms. Her wardrobe is completed with gold lined platform shoes.
Personality: Tiziana’s personality can be best described as something akin to the sea itself. She can be cool and gentle as small ripples, or as wild and raging as large waves crashing onto the shore. She is a woman who follows her own tempo, and enjoys taking her time doing things. As a secret witch, she holds deep knowledge of the sorcerous arts, and naturally approaches problems with a methodical mind. As a songstress, she also can have a whimsical pattern of speaking, which paints her as an eccentric from the eyes of others.
Backstory: Tiziana Maggiore started her life within The High Court of Lascuta, born into a small family of wealthy aristocrats. On the surface it would appear that the young Tiziana had enjoyed a prosperous upbringing and life of high society. However, in reality, the Maggiore family was a clan of witches. They were magic wielders who were tasked with observing the balance between the natural and supernatural planes. Specializing in seid magic, much of Tiziana’s life was dedicated to studying magical sciences and the principles of supernatural entities. Due to her dedication to her studies and wanting to perfect her art, it was at some point during this time that she suddenly received a hydro vision, further adding to her abilities.
As she grew older, she longed for more from her life. So, to expand her interests, and to create a convenient cover for her other life, Tiziana decided to become a songstress. While she did have natural talent as a singer, Tiziana certainly wasn’t above using magic to alter the sound of her voice to make it sound even more entrancing than normal. She had garnered quite the following of fans, and her voice was of some renown in Lascuta. What was at first just a small side hobby became a beloved passion. With her manipulation of water, she also incorporated graceful dances along with her water control to create awe-spectacles during her performances. Eventually, when she came of age and was recognized as a fully fledged witch, her mother sent her off on a journey. Members of their clan become traveling witches in order to observe the natural balances of the world around them and further her studies. This was a plus in her eyes, as she could now spread the sound of her voice in other regions as well and further her fame.
Independents:
Sacred Voice: By utilizing her magic-imbued voice, Tiziana is able to strengthen her allies and lift curses. She can also charm animals and weak minded foes to give her an advantage in battle.
Siren's Voice: When interacting with men or certain women, her voice can seem a lot sweeter than normal, and she will have a better time of persuading such people.
Professional Performer: When she sings and performs, she can draw a crowd with ease. All eyes will be on her, which can be useful should anyone need a diversion.
Combat
Element: Hydro
Main Weapon Type: Dancer’s Fan
Secondary Weapon: Her voice
Weapon
Name: Luna Nixie -
Description: A ornament dancer fan that Tiziana uses as her main catalyst for her elemental abilities. It has the appearance matching the plumage of a peacock, and glows with an enchanted azure hue when in use.
Weapon Enhancement
Ocean Blessed: An enhancement that makes Tiziana’s fan to more easily synergize with the Hydro element, strengthening her elemental attacks.
Fighting Style: Azure Grace
"Ah…I’m more of a performer than a fighter…”
Torrential Devastation - Tiziana is a delicate lily, due to this she prefers to keep enemies at a distance with large torrents of water, guiding them with Luna Nixie.
Flow like Water - Tiziana takes great pride in her dance moves, which she uses to dodge incoming attackers with precision and grace. Her elegant moves and water illusions confuse enemies, making her harder to hit.
Affinity:
Strength: 1
Skill: 2
Endurance: 1
Elemental Mastery: 3
Elemental Stamina: 2
Elemental Style: Tizana controls waves of water that she uses to attack her foes. She can manifest them as waves, blades, or torrent shots.
Techniques:
Acqua il Passo - Tiziana phases to the side using a dance move and leaves a water image in her original spot. When attacked, the image will explode, dealing small AOE Hydro damage to any foes nearby. The energy fallout goes into her fan, which strengthens her elemental burst.
Finale di Onde Oceaniche - Tiziana gathers a large amount of elemental energy into her fan, then crashes a giant wave into her enemies, dealing AOE Hydro damage to those engulfed in it. Energy tacked on from her previous skill stored in her fan can further strengthen this attack.
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| Witch | Unknown | Female |  | |
Appearance
A rather tall woman, though not unusually so, standing a 5' 9", John is rarely seen outside of her business casual; consisting of a one-piece, backless, black knit dress, which stops at her midthigh and features no sleeves, but a turtleneck, strangely enough. The yarn that knits her dress is a heat-resistant rubber polymer that, "breathes, but doesn't yawn," as John puts it.
To complete the fancy piece, she wears a pair of stylish, stiletto heels that are 100% moulded rubber - custom-made for her feet, like she was Cinderella - but no socks, unless they make comfortable, rubber socks. Her boots aren't the only piece of shaped rubber in her apparel, however, as her unique gloves are also form-fitted rubber, with the pointer and middle finger exposed to serve as the positive and negative connections when interacting with her weapons and standard railgun technology.
Her modesty is covered overall by a long, rubber-lined trench coat that covers her from shoulder to ankle, and hides, not only her figure, but her double-barrel sawn-off shotgun that is strapped to the small of her back on a rubber strap holster that doubles as a bra.
The final piece of her look is the large, round glasses that somehow set well with her look, combining debonair and nerd in one unpredictable pack. Her shoulder-length hair is kept in a low ponytail with a rubber band, while her bangs hang long to the sides and short to the bridge of her nose in the center.
Lastly, though not an article of clothing, John is rarely seen without a cigarette in hand.
Personality
John is one of the boys, through and through, ready to throw down and fight dirty, whether the situation calls for it or not. Keen of mind, she studied the effective stability of alcohol and tobacco put under pressure of heat within the Human body in order to allow herself to drink and smoke with reckless abandon, and to cheat at any drinking game.
Rash, impulsive, and competitive to a fault, John won't back down from a challenge, simply due to pride in herself, and winds up being thrown out of bars - either via a bouncer or a brawl (which, she tends to start).
In a fight, she relies on her brute strength and fast movement to end fights quickly in a one-on-one affair, and her railgun double-barrel sawn-off shotgun to even the playing field when outnumbered.
Her worst traits, among her many bad traits, would be her womanizing and quickness to one night stands. Like a wildfire, she strikes unexpectedly and burns with an untamed passion
Backstory
Born on the 6th Day of the 10th Month, the 1,856th child of Dante Superbia, Arch Warlock and Patriarch of the Alighieri Coven, Johanna was born, and her waking cry would bring sparks.
Inscribed on the back of her neck, as a barcode of sorts, were the numbers: 06101856, and set within was her destiny. Affixed to her crib, one of many Masterless Visions bought by the Alighieri Coven would hang; now, revived with the Vision of Pyro.
Raised by her birth mother, Luxuria, and her concubine aunts - Gula, Avaritia, Trisitia, Ira, and Invidia - Johanna would develop in a pampered environment, but under the bullying thumbs of plenty of older siblings; brothers and sisters and cousins, all happy to create an environment that would raise not a princess, but a villainess - sorta. Most would call her a tomboy, or even just one of the boys, as Johanna didn’t fit in with her girlier siblings and cousins, but sat well at the table with the rowdier men.
Able to hold back her drink, smoke a pack a day, and pick up women while playing wingman, Johanna would gain the uncreative nickname “John”, as a result. However, before all that, she would be known better for her first and only love: solving mysteries. Born with a keen intellect and eye, John would form one of many small coven-clubs within the massive coven, itself, known as the Mystery Magnet Club. Assembled of nosey children, the club would childishly explore the criminal underworld and solve “mysteries” set out by the adults, amused by their antics and growth.
Sadly, as with all things, children grow up, things change, and people drift apart. Separated, and off on their own paths, John would turn her childhood hobby into her adult job; remodeling herself into a Private Eye, and proprietor of The Witching Hour Investigations - expertly solving the problems of the upper class and lower class of Averton alike. Equipped with a pair of knuckle dusters, a shotgun, and a pack of cigarettes, John embroiled herself in anything and everything, regardless of the danger as long as it paid out nicely.
However, some mysteries were better left unsolved, and a warning in the form of a brutal beatdown and her unconscious body being unceremoniously dumped into a crate bound for Al-Marbara would tell John - once she woke up from her temporary coma, that is - one thing:
She got close to something interesting.
Affinity | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | 2 | |
| Skill | 2 | |
| Endurance | 2 | |
| Elemental Mastery | 1 | |
| Elemental Stamina | 1 |
Independents
Blazing Babe
Born innately to all things Witch, and selfsame adjacent, John has taken her Sorceries a step further, and created three unique ones to effect Mind, Body, and Soul by the name of [Amaterasu's Eyes], [Backdraft Burn], and [Cleansing Flame].
Hard-boiled Lady
No prim princess, nor damsel-in-distress, she's the one at the bar with drink in hand, and detective behind the desk with the questions. At night, or during darker scenes, John has a better chance of coaxing information from people during conversation.
Sinful Conduct
A practiced cheat at cards, smoke, and drink, the idea of proper conduct outside of work is rare to John's mind, and almost unheard of in a fight. That's a good thing, however, since it affords her a much easier chance of stunning her opponents - or, just putting them down period - when she starts to fight dirty.
Combat
Vision: Pyro
Fighting Style
Valedictorian of Hard Knocks Academy
As a proud alumni of Averton's street-smarts created and curated "academy", John learned hard and fast the rules of an unforgiving underworld and made a name for herself in the underground fight clubs - not that she'll speak of it. Mixing hard and fast punches with quick dodges and unpredictable shotgun blasts, John fights with zero respect to honor and puts all chips in to win.
"Never bet on black. Blood runs red, after all."
Main Weapon: Orthodox Southpaw
A pair of knuckle dusters made from an expensive cast of pure tungsten. Due to their purity, these fist weapons are able to withstand the elemental pressure of John's Vision, and deliver devastating, stunning punches in rapid succession, while keeping her very agile.
Associated Boon(s)
Ambidextrous: Trained equally in orthodox and southpaw boxing styles, John is all but impossible to disarm, as you would need to literally disarm her to keep her from being able to punch you.
Enchantment(s)
Frequency Lock: As paranoid as anyone else from Averton, John has placed a unique enchantment upon her bread and butter weapons, which causes the weapon to synchronize with her bioelectrical wavelength and ignore any other. Because of this, John can track down her weapons, should they be lost or stolen.
Subweapon: Supernova
A custom-made railgun in the form of a double-barrel, sawn-off shotgun, which fires two 12-gauge shells per reload, or standard riot rounds (either beanbag or rubber, depending on what is available). This gun is kept on her back.
Associated Boon(s)
Stealth Draw: Ritualistically practiced, John is able to draw her shotgun from her back without betraying her intentions, and equalize the playing field with a thunderous blast.
Enchantment(s)
Frequency Lock: As paranoid as anyone else from Averton, John has placed a unique enchantment upon her bread and butter weapons, which causes the weapon to synchronize with her bioelectrical wavelength and ignore any other. Because of this, John can track down her weapons, should they be lost or stolen.
Elemental Style
Golden Gal
Focusing her elemental control into the betterment of her body through her Sorceries, John superheats her very body into a lethal weapon, and glows from the warping atmosphere around her. Due to training her body to tolerate the sheer pressure of internalizing fite, and using it to power her body, John's lost the ability to externalize it as a projectile.
As an unspoken consequence, John is heavily reliant in regeneration potions to keep herself going.
"Fireball? Yeah, some call me that. I'd rather the whiskey, honestly."
Techniques
Backdraft Burn
Superheating her muscles, John can force her body to achieve superhuman speed and strength for brief periods of time under this pressure, similar to an injection of synthetic adrenaline. However, this comes at the cost of surface burns to her hands and feet, despite her specialized gloves and boots. Extended or extensive usage can lead to severe burns of the dermal, subdermal, and, inevitably, musculature.
Abuse will lead to crippled movement, and paralysis after a time.
Cleansing Flame
"A Quality of Life Spell, if anything," as John puts it. This overcomplicated spell is a godsend to heavy smokers and hard drinkers, by purifying the "negative ions of vice" by superheating her lungs or stomach and removing the bad parts of tobacco and alcohol.
It also diminishes the "positive ions of vice" as well, so it's a give and take. It won't completely remove everything, so the risk of lung cancer and liver cancer are slim to none - but, slim is still a chance.
There is potential to purify other poisons, but they would need to be carefully introduced into her system to be learned and affected by this sorcery.
User discretion is advised.
Amaterasu's Eyes
Blessed with the Amaterasu's Eyes, John can enhance her kinetic vision to hyperspeed - granting her what appears to be a sneak peak into the immediate future of her opponents.
Good for cheating at cards and fights in equal measure, but shit for everything else. It is also damaging to John's eyesight, and causes her to require glasses to see in spite of it.
Name: Fiske of the Jotun
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Jotun
Appearance:
Fiske has small-cropped hair, and his stony skin is somewhat smooth and with a blue-green tinge to it. His usual vestiments consist of a breechcloth over leather pants adorned with furs and the patrons of his tribe, armlets, and a furred pauldron. He possesses three tattoos given by his mother the first to protect him in battle, the second for luck, and the third to wish him strength when defending others.
Personality:
Living in a small village full of gentle giants had colored Fiske's view of the world in a somewhat naive manner when he first left even though all the adults told him to be wary of the world of man, to always believe that every stranger could be a new foe or an enemy in disguise. Sadly the world proved them correct for the time he chose to leave was a lean year and his naivety has been exploited already a few times in the past leaving him with a budding paranoia and wariness of strangers he tries his best to control.
Calm and sometimes even morose he tends to be the quiet one in the corner that tries to pass off without notice (a thing that never happens thanks to his height and complexion) and is always silently observing. Especially when it comes to humans he feels himself on the edge near them, no matter if they prove to lack hostile intentions.
Despite the love that he feels for his father he also guards a great deal of resentment towards him for leaving and some anger at himself for letting it affect him so much which in turn feeds his resentment.
Backstory:
Once a young scion from the high city of Lascuta sought his prosperity away from the city, for he was just the Fourth son of a small but prominent family and his chances of inheriting anything were smaller than the mercy of the city for those that couldn't afford it, so the young man spent all his money to launch an expedition in a distant land with hopes of finding fortune and success, alas, having never left the city before he was ill-prepared for the trials that the frozen land would bring upon his head, beast assailed him at every turn, food was difficult to come by, the locals were distrustful of an outsider and the cold was an ever-present menace.
It was only by luck that he managed to stumble upon a guardian capable and willing to keep him safe.
Eventually, they fell into a partnership where she would be the one to break the enemy and he would snipe them from afar, it was through this and many trials more that the young noble and the lady of stone fell in love with each other and eventually settled near her tribe for they adored her but some couldn't help but see him for what he was and not who.
Fiske's first memories are of running through the snow to chase rabbits, fishing on the lake's shore and weaving at the other full-blooded giants, of learning how to sew the patterns of his tribe and the stories that the elders told on the main hall. However, he also remembers the grief of caring for his bedridden mother, of seeing the sickness strip her flesh of strength and the weeping of his father at her passing. It was after this that things changed for Fiske, his people ever so warm and welcoming seemed to change, looking to him more as his father's son than his mother's child, it got to such a point that his father decided to take the matter on his own two hands.
Sadly for the once young noble, planning was never his strong forte so his actions had the desired reaction but they also had unintended consequences.
With his father gone the tribe once more welcomed Fiske into its ranks and he was raised beside a few other youths of his age in a communal effort, he was taught to hunt and to gather, to weave and to guard the cattle, to love and to care, the only difference between him and the others was his height and his weaker flesh, his strength a match for even adults. But despite being happy and loved a part of his heart couldn't forget his father and the love he felt towards the man, so it was with a heavy but determined mind that he made his intentions clear to his tribe, to reach the city of Helgaskr and seek to bring his father back to the tribe with only the word 'Lascuta' as a clue. His tribe would have tried to change his mind, the elders to teach their wisdom, and his peers to soothe his aching heart, and they would have succeeded too had a Vision crystal not chosen that moment to descend from the heavens in front of him. So Fiske gathered what few belongings were his, prepared the supplies he would need, and said his goodbyes, then it was the wilds for him until he could reach the city and then his father.
Even if his mind was still undecided about his feelings for the man.
Sadly for him, the particular year he chose to leave was a lean year with a harsh winter, his people were okay with it as their stony skin protected them and kept them insulated while their metabolism made them able to get by with less food in general. The small villages he passed on his way to Helgaskr were not so lucky, many were destitute and hopeless places, usually in shambles after other groups raided them for resources which only reinforced his belief in the cruelty of mankind.
And so he set on his journey more scared of what he would find once he reached his father than ever before.
Independents:
- Heart of a Giant: Giants are known for having incredible resilience and strength. Naturally they will have a layer of stony skin that guards them from physical damage, and in exchanges, they will gain one point in strength or endurance. Their bodies can also emit an element if they are a vision wielder, making them dangerous foes, especially if they are a pyro wielder.
- Crowd Anxiety: Around a lot of people, Fiske might perform a little less than he might normally, but with fewer people present he performs better. If there are people he is comfortable with, he will perform even better.
- Gentle Giant: Despite the kind of person he is, his presence can be a comfort for some, able to intimidate low level thugs just on his appearance, and protect those that might need it. It may not work against more seasoned travelers and fighters however.
COMBAT
Element: Hydro
Main Weapon Type: War axe and shield combo [Melee]
Secondary Weapon Type: Bow [Ranged] and fists [Melee]
WEAPON
Name: Dónalegur and Kurteis
Description: An iron war axe crafted by his people with a leather grip and a spike at the back and a shield that once belonged to his mother decorated with faded blue and red hues.
Weapon Enhancements
- Heim - An enchantment that makes it so the axe and shield combo will always return to each other but gets weaker the further apart they are, however no matter how far away they are they will always pull towards each other.
Fighting Style:
Fiske's style consists of getting in the middle of the enemy and trusting that his stone skin and shield will protect him from damage while he causes as much damage as possible with his axe.
- Superior might: More often than not Fiske's prodigal strength will give him an edge in any clash between melee weapons
- Behind enemy lines: Is not often you see someone leaping straight to the middle of your team and starting attacking everything that moves, Fiske is quite good at taking advantage of this momentarily distraction.
Affinity:
Strength - 4
Skill - 1
Endurance - 2
Elemental Mastery - 1
Elemental Stamina - 1
Elemental Style: -Heilandi reiði - When Fiske activates his Vision any wound in his body will be filled with water which will then proceed to replicate any of the functions that are missing or disrupted, eventually such wounds will be healed if the water is not displaced.
Techniques:
- Water barrage - Once his Vision is activated a small explosion of water can be generated but can not be used in succesion as it takes some time before enough water accumulates.
- Ice armor - Usable only in extremely cold climates or near a cryo user, Fiske can command the water his skin produces to allow itself to be frozen which creates a natural protection to his Vision ability, the cold doesn't bother him on account of his having lived his whole life on the frozen wilds.
- Water splash - Concentring for a moment he can launch compressed water with a swing of his axe which carries more kinetic strength than he normally uses on a swing.
Within an underground facility in the remote reaches of Averton is the scene of a massacre. The massacre seems to have taken place a year ago, but the conditions of the underground facility have turned what was once a place of research into a crypt that is good for preserving bodies. Among the bodies, rubble, blood, and gore is the common occurrence of the phrase "Project Titan" as it is written on the doorplates of several destroyed rooms and among some of the scattered pieces of paper that managed to somewhat escape the massacre intact.
The destruction that went rampant in this place seems to have been some sort of beast, or perhaps two beasts. One of them had claws that rip and tore and the other had hulking fists that smashed and crushed. Many things are scattered about as well as if a tornado ripped through this underground facility: A tornado that sought nothing more than death and destruction.
In one more secretive, hidden room is a bloodstained journal that is clutched against the bosom of a corpse. Any explorer who happens to pry this journal from this cold, dead hand will discover that it has been penned by a highly methodical, scientific hand. There is also a portrait tucked in its pages as well. The hand whom the journal was pried from is wearing the garb of a man of science. The journal's first page reads thus--
The destruction that went rampant in this place seems to have been some sort of beast, or perhaps two beasts. One of them had claws that rip and tore and the other had hulking fists that smashed and crushed. Many things are scattered about as well as if a tornado ripped through this underground facility: A tornado that sought nothing more than death and destruction.
In one more secretive, hidden room is a bloodstained journal that is clutched against the bosom of a corpse. Any explorer who happens to pry this journal from this cold, dead hand will discover that it has been penned by a highly methodical, scientific hand. There is also a portrait tucked in its pages as well. The hand whom the journal was pried from is wearing the garb of a man of science. The journal's first page reads thus--
My name is Doctor Galleus Morgans. I have committed many sins in my life, so I ask the soul that finds this journal to not pity me or my blasphemous colleagues. Instead, I write this record to serve as a warning. To beware if one ever meets an elf with eyes of deep green. If one meets this person, steer away from them. If you are forced to interact with her, tread with caution. If you find the contents of my research and choose to carry on the legacy of Project Titan, then this beast will be your nemesis. I do not ask that you avenge me, but instead that you keep far away from this elf so that my legacy will not be crushed into nothingness.
Subject Designation: KA2U3
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Subject Designation: KA2U3
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Subject KA2U3 Kazue cuts a very slim, lithe figure and is rather short, standing only around 5' tall. The portrait attached to this journal was penned by my colleague. I have named it 'The Storm Arrives', as it was the moment she and one of our weapons bonded. This portrait does not account for the pointed ears granted by her elven lineage. That was supposed to be the final touch, but the portrait was never finished, so I will write their details here as I am no artist. Her ears point out sideways from her head and have a tendency to move up or down depending on her emotions or if she happens to hear something. Her head of messy hair hides them at times, but on occasion, the tips may stick out from her dense hair.
Subject KA2U3 is quiet. This goes beyond merely not speaking. She refuses to make any noise. Other subjects I've seen will scream, cry, beg, and plead to the Gods for their freedom. Not this one. She stays quiet. I thought she was a mere mute, incapable of speech. I've seen subjects like that too. Ones that merely submit to the flow of destiny and take whatever the world throws at them without a fight.
That is further from the truth. Subject KA2U3 is like a beast, one that keeps its claws hidden. When those claws come forth, this silent breeze becomes a hurricane of bloodlust and ferocity. She becomes the kind of storm that will not stop until either she gets what she wants or dissipates into nothingness. She does not take indignation laying down but instead will lie in wait for the right moment.
To me, she is a brewing storm in a humanoid form: calm and harmless. Attempting to brave this storm when it awakens, however; will only ascertain one's destruction. All storms have an eye though, a place where one can remain safe even while it rages. If one can take refuge in the eye of this storm, then no doubt they'd be safe from all harm as the storm would use all its power to tear to shreds anyone who tries to get to its eye.
That is further from the truth. Subject KA2U3 is like a beast, one that keeps its claws hidden. When those claws come forth, this silent breeze becomes a hurricane of bloodlust and ferocity. She becomes the kind of storm that will not stop until either she gets what she wants or dissipates into nothingness. She does not take indignation laying down but instead will lie in wait for the right moment.
To me, she is a brewing storm in a humanoid form: calm and harmless. Attempting to brave this storm when it awakens, however; will only ascertain one's destruction. All storms have an eye though, a place where one can remain safe even while it rages. If one can take refuge in the eye of this storm, then no doubt they'd be safe from all harm as the storm would use all its power to tear to shreds anyone who tries to get to its eye.
I don't know where Subject KA2U3 came from. She's like many of the other subjects brought in: children that have been rejected by the world. According to the person who brought her to my lab, she was found wandering through a forest with quiet eyes and mangled arms. The mangling of her arms by some unknown beast was not recent, no doubt wrought about by an accident and lack of medical care. It was unclear how long she had been in that forest, but estimates of a hovel that was found indicate at least a few years, meaning she was most likely abandoned there by some callous individual and left to fend for herself.
At first, I thought her either a mute or a walking corpse. Even when we had to amputate her mangled arms, she didn't let out a single sound. Other subjects have let pleaded for death even in their experiments, yet she failed to make a peep even as her arms were amputated.
The experiments we were running were on the fusing of weaponry with humanoid subjects. We hoped that, by integrating this technology with human hosts, we could create a new type of powerful soldier. Sadly this was not easy. It required many tests and finding the subjects was never easy. Furthermore, every day we had to live with the fact that one day our plans may be discovered and unraveled by some external party.
Despite this, we carried on.
Subject KA2UE quickly became our best subject. Despite the numerous failed attempts at weapon fusion, she persisted. She lasted longer than the other subjects and provided our team with a lot of much-needed data that helped us make great strides with the other subjects. She endured what must have been pure agony in complete silence. Everyone on our team thought she was the perfect subject, myself included. We even thought she was a willing subject.
What an absolutely foolish notion we had. If I had known the truth, I would have immediately disposed of this subject, no matter the cost. In the end, there is no medicine in the world that could ever relieve my life's greatest, and final, regret.
Model: Storm Titan. This weapon was our greatest work yet. All of the results of a few years of research were poured into this two-mode weapon. A weapon that could allow a soldier to switch between swift life-reaping elemental claws and gauntlets that have the destructive force of a tornado. With the weapon physically bonded to its host, the switching could take place via thought, making for even more effective, deadly soldiers.
The perfect test subject for the first bonding was naturally Subject KA2U3. She already had no arms, so the weapon would be a perfect fit for her. In fact, in our arrogance and ignorance, we based this weapon on her specs. We made this weapon for her.
The bonding was perfect. The subject no doubt felt agony but kept it in. Her body showed signs of struggle to hold it in, which she did. The weapon was perfectly fused with her body, a result well beyond our expectations. That, however; wasn't all that was beyond our expectations. The weapon had an artificial anemo power source that we decided not to cut off immediately. Instead, we were obsessively, arrogantly, and foolishly recording down all the data we could. We had gone mad with fear as the results of our research finally bore fruit.
One of my colleagues was even painting a portrait of the event.
It is in this moment of our greatest hubris that it appeared.
An Eye of the Gods. A vision. It appeared as if the Gods above had been watching our every move.
Everyone else was still arrogant, celebrating even, as Subject KA2U3 took the vision in her hand. The moment she did, our connection to the weapon was cut off. I was the only one who ran. Ran as no doubt those dead eyes came to life with unbridled fury. Ran as those claws harvested the screams of my colleagues. Ran as those fists mashed our machines into scrap. The sounds of blood, death, and destruction though paled in comparison to one thing.
The sound of howling. Both of the wind, and the girl. It was as if all of that agony hadn't been withstood this entire time, but bottled up. It howled with the wind, creating a tempest of carnage. I was the only one to escape, but not with my life wholly intact.
I took a claw to the stomach before I could even get that far. I was just a mere mortal after all, how could I escape the wrath of nature? I decided to play dead, pretending to fall after taking this mortal wound. The beast let me live. Not because she is foolish, but for one reason only.
Despite the pain, I forced myself to watch. Watch as she destroyed everything and watched as she left, caked in blood, heading to who knows where. The final sounds I heard from her were words.
"From books... I'm free."
These words will become the last words I will ever hear from a living being. Those words are why she let me live. She wanted me to hear them. And even as I lay here, dying... those words continue to fill me with nothing but endless regret. These words of mine will record everything about this subject, but after my pen falls there will be no more records.
My books will never hold any new research ever again, all thanks to my own hubris.
At first, I thought her either a mute or a walking corpse. Even when we had to amputate her mangled arms, she didn't let out a single sound. Other subjects have let pleaded for death even in their experiments, yet she failed to make a peep even as her arms were amputated.
The experiments we were running were on the fusing of weaponry with humanoid subjects. We hoped that, by integrating this technology with human hosts, we could create a new type of powerful soldier. Sadly this was not easy. It required many tests and finding the subjects was never easy. Furthermore, every day we had to live with the fact that one day our plans may be discovered and unraveled by some external party.
Despite this, we carried on.
Subject KA2UE quickly became our best subject. Despite the numerous failed attempts at weapon fusion, she persisted. She lasted longer than the other subjects and provided our team with a lot of much-needed data that helped us make great strides with the other subjects. She endured what must have been pure agony in complete silence. Everyone on our team thought she was the perfect subject, myself included. We even thought she was a willing subject.
What an absolutely foolish notion we had. If I had known the truth, I would have immediately disposed of this subject, no matter the cost. In the end, there is no medicine in the world that could ever relieve my life's greatest, and final, regret.
Model: Storm Titan. This weapon was our greatest work yet. All of the results of a few years of research were poured into this two-mode weapon. A weapon that could allow a soldier to switch between swift life-reaping elemental claws and gauntlets that have the destructive force of a tornado. With the weapon physically bonded to its host, the switching could take place via thought, making for even more effective, deadly soldiers.
The perfect test subject for the first bonding was naturally Subject KA2U3. She already had no arms, so the weapon would be a perfect fit for her. In fact, in our arrogance and ignorance, we based this weapon on her specs. We made this weapon for her.
The bonding was perfect. The subject no doubt felt agony but kept it in. Her body showed signs of struggle to hold it in, which she did. The weapon was perfectly fused with her body, a result well beyond our expectations. That, however; wasn't all that was beyond our expectations. The weapon had an artificial anemo power source that we decided not to cut off immediately. Instead, we were obsessively, arrogantly, and foolishly recording down all the data we could. We had gone mad with fear as the results of our research finally bore fruit.
One of my colleagues was even painting a portrait of the event.
It is in this moment of our greatest hubris that it appeared.
An Eye of the Gods. A vision. It appeared as if the Gods above had been watching our every move.
Everyone else was still arrogant, celebrating even, as Subject KA2U3 took the vision in her hand. The moment she did, our connection to the weapon was cut off. I was the only one who ran. Ran as no doubt those dead eyes came to life with unbridled fury. Ran as those claws harvested the screams of my colleagues. Ran as those fists mashed our machines into scrap. The sounds of blood, death, and destruction though paled in comparison to one thing.
The sound of howling. Both of the wind, and the girl. It was as if all of that agony hadn't been withstood this entire time, but bottled up. It howled with the wind, creating a tempest of carnage. I was the only one to escape, but not with my life wholly intact.
I took a claw to the stomach before I could even get that far. I was just a mere mortal after all, how could I escape the wrath of nature? I decided to play dead, pretending to fall after taking this mortal wound. The beast let me live. Not because she is foolish, but for one reason only.
Despite the pain, I forced myself to watch. Watch as she destroyed everything and watched as she left, caked in blood, heading to who knows where. The final sounds I heard from her were words.
"From books... I'm free."
These words will become the last words I will ever hear from a living being. Those words are why she let me live. She wanted me to hear them. And even as I lay here, dying... those words continue to fill me with nothing but endless regret. These words of mine will record everything about this subject, but after my pen falls there will be no more records.
My books will never hold any new research ever again, all thanks to my own hubris.
Elemental Bloodline - When using any technique that involves the user’s element, they have the option to execute it as if their Elemental Mastery affinity was one point higher. Elves are often close to the elements, meaning that they make for excellent test subjects when it comes to elemental weapons research.
--"E...lf?"
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
Calm before Storm - Subject KA2U3 has a particularly calm disposition from a glance, and most will assume she is rather reserved. This works in her favor. When making the first move she has an improved chance of hitting and deals more damage. She had me and my entire lab fooled. What we all thought was a willing subject was just a brewing storm, waiting to burst forth and decimate us all right when we least expected it.
--"Not yet, wait..."
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
One of Few Words - Subject KA2U3 is a person of few words. This isn't just because she is quiet, but also due to her low command of language. Out there in the world, she will no doubt suffer a little when trying to converse with and persuade other characters. This is the only comfort I could find from those final words of hers, that her lack of linguistic abilities will give her something of a hard time. I know its a silly thing to find solace in, but its one of the few things that I can do to prevent myself from being lost to despair.
--"Silence... brings prey"
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
--"E...lf?"
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
Calm before Storm - Subject KA2U3 has a particularly calm disposition from a glance, and most will assume she is rather reserved. This works in her favor. When making the first move she has an improved chance of hitting and deals more damage. She had me and my entire lab fooled. What we all thought was a willing subject was just a brewing storm, waiting to burst forth and decimate us all right when we least expected it.
--"Not yet, wait..."
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
One of Few Words - Subject KA2U3 is a person of few words. This isn't just because she is quiet, but also due to her low command of language. Out there in the world, she will no doubt suffer a little when trying to converse with and persuade other characters. This is the only comfort I could find from those final words of hers, that her lack of linguistic abilities will give her something of a hard time. I know its a silly thing to find solace in, but its one of the few things that I can do to prevent myself from being lost to despair.
--"Silence... brings prey"
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
Element: Anemo
Vision: Slotted in the core of Storm Titan, which is embedded in the subject's flesh right above her heart.
Like a true tornado, Subject KA2U3 is relentless and ruthless. She strikes with great ferocity and every attack is only meant to destroy and kill. She fights with no regard to her personal safety, willing to take whatever damage she needs to in order to better destroy her opponent in return.
Reaper of the Wind: Due to how intensely fused Storm Titan is with Subject KA2U3's body, the subject can switch between both modes at will. This allows for the subject to switch rapidly and instantly between her claws and fists to employ various vicious strikes with either claw or fist as the situation calls for it. She can use her claws for a swift, vicious offense but quickly switch to the Titan's fists if she needs to employ stalwart defense or absolute crushing force.
Retributive Ferocity: To those who harm her, she displays even greater wrath. When enemies harm her, she strikes them back harder and becomes wilder and more ferocious overall. After all, those who brave the storms will risk greater destruction. The more someone harms her, the stronger and more ferocious she will become against them. She also turns into a more and more wild, unpredictable, and uncontrollable beast the longer she fights.
--"YOU...? DIE!"
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
Techniques:
Hermes: Subject KA2U3 can imbue her legs with the power of the wind. This not only increases her speed but also imbues destructive anemo force into her kicks and even gives her legs protection. She can even slightly levitate short distances or dash through the air with this technique. This technique gives her a degree of aerial maneuverability as well, although using it like this makes her a little less accurate but more wild and unpredictable, which is how she fights.
--"My legs... wings"
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
The Brewing Storm: The more pain and indignation this subject suffers, the greater her inner power will become. It will slowly build more and more until eventually, it bursts forth like an endless storm. It is this storm that none of us were able to see. It seems the more she suffers and endures before she lets loose, the greater the elemental might she can explode forth with.
--"Wait... for the right moment..."
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
Tornadus: Imbuing herself with more and more wind energy, Subject KA2U3 can unleash a large barrage of destructive attacks. Each attack is faster and more ferocious than the last and imbued with immensely destructive anemo that emits from her with each punch, kick, or claw attack, effectively giving her attacks greater reach and even some area of effect damage. This means that even if enemies are not directly hit they will still receive damage. This can be good in situations where her opponent is able to dodge her attacks or when needing to inflict destruction on multiple opponents at once.
--"MY FREEDOM... STORMS!"
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
Vision: Slotted in the core of Storm Titan, which is embedded in the subject's flesh right above her heart.
Description: A two-mode weapon. Storm Titan is physically bonded to its host. The user can switch between modes at will and the weapon is physically attached to its host. Only upon pain of death or with extensive mutilation can the weapon be separated from its host. Upon separation, the subject will most likely perish, unless their will and life are strong enough.
Mode: Storm
Description: One-half of Storm Titan's power. The armor has physically bonded and attached to what remains of Subject KA2U3's arms. These mechanical arms, so long as the subject possesses Elemental Energy, can materialize hands entirely made of anemo that possess rather sharp claws meant for reaping lives.
--Reaper: The claws of the reaper are capable of harvesting life. As these claws inflict damage on others, they will absorb the target's energy to replenish and heal the user. --"Your freedom... is mine"
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
Mode: Titan
Description: These fists are the true destructive force of Storm Titan. They are materialized from the arms of Storm Titan, attached to them by a rather sturdy connector. Despite their imposing size, the power of anemo assures that they do not physically burden the host while still promoting immense destructive force. While Titan is active, the claws of Storm cannot be used. While these fists, despite their properties, are not as fast and precise as her claws they hold far more striking power and are great for defense.
--Tornado: These massive fists weigh nothing to the user, allowing them to maneuver with the user's complete speed as if they are floating extensions of the subject's destructive wrath. --"No more shackles..."
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
Mode: Storm
Description: One-half of Storm Titan's power. The armor has physically bonded and attached to what remains of Subject KA2U3's arms. These mechanical arms, so long as the subject possesses Elemental Energy, can materialize hands entirely made of anemo that possess rather sharp claws meant for reaping lives.
--Reaper: The claws of the reaper are capable of harvesting life. As these claws inflict damage on others, they will absorb the target's energy to replenish and heal the user. --"Your freedom... is mine"
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
Mode: Titan
Description: These fists are the true destructive force of Storm Titan. They are materialized from the arms of Storm Titan, attached to them by a rather sturdy connector. Despite their imposing size, the power of anemo assures that they do not physically burden the host while still promoting immense destructive force. While Titan is active, the claws of Storm cannot be used. While these fists, despite their properties, are not as fast and precise as her claws they hold far more striking power and are great for defense.
--Tornado: These massive fists weigh nothing to the user, allowing them to maneuver with the user's complete speed as if they are floating extensions of the subject's destructive wrath. --"No more shackles..."
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
Description: KA2U3 knows how to kick. Having had no arms for most of her time in our facility, she learned how to use her legs with incredible skill. While tearing our base apart, she primarily used the might of Storm Titan, but she wasn't afraid to kick at foes who got too close. If she were to find proper leg gear, her entire body would become a powerful weapon. Even without proper leg gear, her legs are still rather deadly.
Tornado of the Wilderness
Like a true tornado, Subject KA2U3 is relentless and ruthless. She strikes with great ferocity and every attack is only meant to destroy and kill. She fights with no regard to her personal safety, willing to take whatever damage she needs to in order to better destroy her opponent in return.
Reaper of the Wind: Due to how intensely fused Storm Titan is with Subject KA2U3's body, the subject can switch between both modes at will. This allows for the subject to switch rapidly and instantly between her claws and fists to employ various vicious strikes with either claw or fist as the situation calls for it. She can use her claws for a swift, vicious offense but quickly switch to the Titan's fists if she needs to employ stalwart defense or absolute crushing force.
Retributive Ferocity: To those who harm her, she displays even greater wrath. When enemies harm her, she strikes them back harder and becomes wilder and more ferocious overall. After all, those who brave the storms will risk greater destruction. The more someone harms her, the stronger and more ferocious she will become against them. She also turns into a more and more wild, unpredictable, and uncontrollable beast the longer she fights.
--"YOU...? DIE!"
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
Strength (Determination of subject's raw, physical might): - 1
Skill (Determination of subject's speed and precision): - 1
Endurance (Determination of subject's durability and willpower): - 3
Elemental Mastery (Determination of subject's mastery of the elements): - 1 (+1)
Elemental Stamina (Determination of subject's elemental energy quantity): - 2
Skill (Determination of subject's speed and precision): - 1
Endurance (Determination of subject's durability and willpower): - 3
Elemental Mastery (Determination of subject's mastery of the elements): - 1 (+1)
Elemental Stamina (Determination of subject's elemental energy quantity): - 2
Stormblooded Titan
KA2U3 manifests the wind primarily through her body. She does so to enhance her movements and attacks to make them faster and stronger while imbuing them with destructive, storm-like winds. She primarily manifests the wind through Storm Titan to enhance its attacks, but she is also able to channel it directly through or around her body as well to give her increased agility and enhanced physical prowess.
--"Freedom, my body... free"
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
KA2U3 manifests the wind primarily through her body. She does so to enhance her movements and attacks to make them faster and stronger while imbuing them with destructive, storm-like winds. She primarily manifests the wind through Storm Titan to enhance its attacks, but she is also able to channel it directly through or around her body as well to give her increased agility and enhanced physical prowess.
--"Freedom, my body... free"
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
Techniques:
Hermes: Subject KA2U3 can imbue her legs with the power of the wind. This not only increases her speed but also imbues destructive anemo force into her kicks and even gives her legs protection. She can even slightly levitate short distances or dash through the air with this technique. This technique gives her a degree of aerial maneuverability as well, although using it like this makes her a little less accurate but more wild and unpredictable, which is how she fights.
--"My legs... wings"
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
The Brewing Storm: The more pain and indignation this subject suffers, the greater her inner power will become. It will slowly build more and more until eventually, it bursts forth like an endless storm. It is this storm that none of us were able to see. It seems the more she suffers and endures before she lets loose, the greater the elemental might she can explode forth with.
--"Wait... for the right moment..."
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
Tornadus: Imbuing herself with more and more wind energy, Subject KA2U3 can unleash a large barrage of destructive attacks. Each attack is faster and more ferocious than the last and imbued with immensely destructive anemo that emits from her with each punch, kick, or claw attack, effectively giving her attacks greater reach and even some area of effect damage. This means that even if enemies are not directly hit they will still receive damage. This can be good in situations where her opponent is able to dodge her attacks or when needing to inflict destruction on multiple opponents at once.
--"MY FREEDOM... STORMS!"
----KA2U3's thoughts, unimprisoned in this record.
Rezod92 The Journeyman
Member
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Name: Garrick
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Cryptid
Appearance:
Personality: Quiet and politely professional, Garrick mostly keeps to himself and generally makes it a point to not get involved petty squabbles and power-plays of humans. However, on the off chance of there actually being others hanging around long enough, Garrick is actually a wise and observant being, with a profound respect for nature. You wouldn't find him at a fancy party or gala. And if you do, he is very in the corner and very much making to not be the center of attention.
Backstory:
Independents:
Didn't Hear No Bell - Due to his unique existence as a cryptid, Garrick possess an advanced healing factor. Cuts, bruises and scratches heal in the blink of an eye. More serious wounds, such loss of a limb or organ damage, take longer to heal, ranging from seconds to minutes to hours to days to weeks to even up to a month. He heals faster when not in combat.
Intimidating Presence - Garrick's monster form as a powerful cryptid dwarfs most other species and races, and the sheer size and lizard features in combination can make for an intimidating sight. Garrick appearing by surprise will lend him a very generous first attack window when he instills fear into his foes, and enables him to better intimidate others in a conversation or negotiation.
Protector - Garrick's natural nature as a protector of others gives him further determination. When fighting to protect another, whether it be an NPC, or an ally in the midst of combat, he has a +1 to Endurance.
Element: Geo
Main Weapon Type: Scimitar(Saracen style)
Secondary Weapon Type: A gauntlet with a built in grapple hook.
Name: Azure Vein
Description: A long regal-looking scimitar with orange topaz jewel in the pommel and the blade being made of cobalt blue colored steel.
Weapon Enchantment:
Bound by Stone- Azure Vein is spiritually bonded to Garrick and only Garrick. If anyone that isn't Garrick attempts to pick up this weapon, they will fail as the weapon will become impossibly heavy. It also comes to Garrick through his will.
Fighting Style:
Close and Mid-Ranged Menace: Garrick is mostly a close-range fighter, but his grappling hook allows him to catch opponents off guard by either bringing them to him or using anything in his surroundings as an impromptu projectile.
Landslide Force: Garrick is big. Garrick is strong. Unless one is of equal or greater size and strength, most will fall before Garrick's might. He will incorporate punches, kicks, tail swipes, shoulder checks and even throws into his fighting. Against enemies of smaller size or weak strength, Garrick gains +1 Strength.
Affinity:
Strength- 2
Skill- 1
Endurance- 2
Elemental Mastery- 1
Elemental Stamina- 2
Elemental Style:
Quaking Steps- Garrick's close connection to the earth have somewhat made him into a living embodiment of it. Whenever he stomps his feet, he causes tremors in a 10 foot radius around him, causing enemies to stumble and decreasing their movement speed.
Techniques:
Terra's Embrace- At any point in time, Garrick can use his Geo powers to encase himself in stone armor, augmenting his strength and granting him increased protection from physical and elemental attacks. The type of armor he gains depends on the type of environment he is in. However, putting on this armor decreases his movement speed. The amount of speed decreased depends on how heavy the armor is.
Geo-plosion- Garrick can cause his armor to "detonate", causing his armor to explode outward. Deals significant Geo damage in an AOE around him in a wide range, as well as slowing anyone hit by this attack. Geo-plosion deals more damage depending on how much armor he has left from Terra's Embrace.
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Cryptid
Appearance:
Personality: Quiet and politely professional, Garrick mostly keeps to himself and generally makes it a point to not get involved petty squabbles and power-plays of humans. However, on the off chance of there actually being others hanging around long enough, Garrick is actually a wise and observant being, with a profound respect for nature. You wouldn't find him at a fancy party or gala. And if you do, he is very in the corner and very much making to not be the center of attention.
Backstory:
Have you heard the curious tale of the heroic creature named Garrick?
Long ago, in a time where Teyvat was more wild and untamed and the Archons were young and untested, there lived a giant tyrannical demon, a being so full of malice and wickedness that its very presence blotted out the sun and night reigned unchallenged for days on end. Humans, beastmen and other races alike lived in constant fear of the night and the monsters that it brought, spawned from the demon's very ilk.
But then one day, as if summoned from the very earth itself, a massive beast arose to oppose the demon. Those who stood witness that day described a god-like being, as tall and magnificent as a mountain, of dark blue scales with accents of bright teal lining its body from head to tail. On this day, the people gave this would-be savior a name....
Garrick.
It was said the ensuing battle between Garrick and the demon lasted 30 days and 30 nights, in which canyons were born, rivers were made and entire forests were leveled until finally.....Garrick struck the final blow, defeating the demon once and for all.
As the tyrant's corpse laid still, the sun broke through the dark clouds, its shining rays banishing the darkness of the night and the monsters that came with it, burning away the demon's body into dark mist that scattered to the winds. The people celebrated...but the jubilation was short lived....
For Garrick had sustained a fatal blow as well....and soon fell to it. A final sacrifice for a budding land.
It is said that Garrick's massive body became the very mountains that decorate Walton's landscape and the ancient Uveran tribes still hold the beast in high reverence and pass on the story to future generations.
As it always goes, in time, these stories became myths. Myths became legends. And legends fade and become lost to history...
.....Until now.
Whispers and rumors have been heard of a particular cryptid, standing at a towering 7 feet and dressed in a long hooded cloak, sighted alone among the arid dunes of Al-Marabar. Glimpses of an imposing being of dark blue scales and bright teal accents.
Some say it's the second coming of Walton's savior. Others say that this being is Garrick's avatar. While there are those who say that this is all just a massive coincidence.
Who really knows? After all, Garrick is just a fairy tale.
A forgotten myth.
A lost legend.
.....Right?
Long ago, in a time where Teyvat was more wild and untamed and the Archons were young and untested, there lived a giant tyrannical demon, a being so full of malice and wickedness that its very presence blotted out the sun and night reigned unchallenged for days on end. Humans, beastmen and other races alike lived in constant fear of the night and the monsters that it brought, spawned from the demon's very ilk.
But then one day, as if summoned from the very earth itself, a massive beast arose to oppose the demon. Those who stood witness that day described a god-like being, as tall and magnificent as a mountain, of dark blue scales with accents of bright teal lining its body from head to tail. On this day, the people gave this would-be savior a name....
Garrick.
It was said the ensuing battle between Garrick and the demon lasted 30 days and 30 nights, in which canyons were born, rivers were made and entire forests were leveled until finally.....Garrick struck the final blow, defeating the demon once and for all.
As the tyrant's corpse laid still, the sun broke through the dark clouds, its shining rays banishing the darkness of the night and the monsters that came with it, burning away the demon's body into dark mist that scattered to the winds. The people celebrated...but the jubilation was short lived....
For Garrick had sustained a fatal blow as well....and soon fell to it. A final sacrifice for a budding land.
It is said that Garrick's massive body became the very mountains that decorate Walton's landscape and the ancient Uveran tribes still hold the beast in high reverence and pass on the story to future generations.
As it always goes, in time, these stories became myths. Myths became legends. And legends fade and become lost to history...
.....Until now.
Whispers and rumors have been heard of a particular cryptid, standing at a towering 7 feet and dressed in a long hooded cloak, sighted alone among the arid dunes of Al-Marabar. Glimpses of an imposing being of dark blue scales and bright teal accents.
Some say it's the second coming of Walton's savior. Others say that this being is Garrick's avatar. While there are those who say that this is all just a massive coincidence.
Who really knows? After all, Garrick is just a fairy tale.
A forgotten myth.
A lost legend.
.....Right?
Independents:
Didn't Hear No Bell - Due to his unique existence as a cryptid, Garrick possess an advanced healing factor. Cuts, bruises and scratches heal in the blink of an eye. More serious wounds, such loss of a limb or organ damage, take longer to heal, ranging from seconds to minutes to hours to days to weeks to even up to a month. He heals faster when not in combat.
Intimidating Presence - Garrick's monster form as a powerful cryptid dwarfs most other species and races, and the sheer size and lizard features in combination can make for an intimidating sight. Garrick appearing by surprise will lend him a very generous first attack window when he instills fear into his foes, and enables him to better intimidate others in a conversation or negotiation.
Protector - Garrick's natural nature as a protector of others gives him further determination. When fighting to protect another, whether it be an NPC, or an ally in the midst of combat, he has a +1 to Endurance.
COMBAT
Element: Geo
Main Weapon Type: Scimitar(Saracen style)
Secondary Weapon Type: A gauntlet with a built in grapple hook.
WEAPON
Name: Azure Vein
Description: A long regal-looking scimitar with orange topaz jewel in the pommel and the blade being made of cobalt blue colored steel.
Weapon Enchantment:
Bound by Stone- Azure Vein is spiritually bonded to Garrick and only Garrick. If anyone that isn't Garrick attempts to pick up this weapon, they will fail as the weapon will become impossibly heavy. It also comes to Garrick through his will.
Fighting Style:
Close and Mid-Ranged Menace: Garrick is mostly a close-range fighter, but his grappling hook allows him to catch opponents off guard by either bringing them to him or using anything in his surroundings as an impromptu projectile.
Landslide Force: Garrick is big. Garrick is strong. Unless one is of equal or greater size and strength, most will fall before Garrick's might. He will incorporate punches, kicks, tail swipes, shoulder checks and even throws into his fighting. Against enemies of smaller size or weak strength, Garrick gains +1 Strength.
Affinity:
Strength- 2
Skill- 1
Endurance- 2
Elemental Mastery- 1
Elemental Stamina- 2
Elemental Style:
Quaking Steps- Garrick's close connection to the earth have somewhat made him into a living embodiment of it. Whenever he stomps his feet, he causes tremors in a 10 foot radius around him, causing enemies to stumble and decreasing their movement speed.
Techniques:
Terra's Embrace- At any point in time, Garrick can use his Geo powers to encase himself in stone armor, augmenting his strength and granting him increased protection from physical and elemental attacks. The type of armor he gains depends on the type of environment he is in. However, putting on this armor decreases his movement speed. The amount of speed decreased depends on how heavy the armor is.
Geo-plosion- Garrick can cause his armor to "detonate", causing his armor to explode outward. Deals significant Geo damage in an AOE around him in a wide range, as well as slowing anyone hit by this attack. Geo-plosion deals more damage depending on how much armor he has left from Terra's Embrace.
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