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First Arc: 4 or Mid Powered
Second Arc: 6 or High Powered
Identity
Real Name: George Elmore
Other Aliases: Clockwork man, Sentinel.
Race: Clockwork Automaton
Occupation: Inventor/Guardian
Place of Birth: Steampunk Earth, London.
History
Born into a poor family whose fortunes only changed after the death of a wealthy relative in London, George grew up with bits of metal and found himself to be a genius in his own right. He and his brother, Hale, would often play fight in the streets and pretty much act as little kids do, growing up under the watchful gaze of both father and mother. With money came opportunity, and after their father and mother passed the boys were of age and ready to do what they would with the world.
George was a renowned inventor of his time, and completely human, once. Living in London during the age of industry in a Steampunk world, he flourished with his inventions and innovations, building himself a small fortune while always sticking to the background. He established a factory ran by his brother to keep him out of the limelight, and retreated for two years. Sadly his brother exploited the workers in George’s absence, working them to the bone out of a cruel heart and a deep resentment for his brother’s natural gifts. It was a cruel fate for any trapped by the binding contacts and those who tried to flee were usually hunted down and dragged back to severe punishments. It was through this process that Hale Elmore began to take control of east London industrial, with vicious and unscrupulous business tactics and the willingness to use violence. Those were dark days for London, and even with the discovery of magic far overseas and the eventual implementation of it to make the process of machinery more efficient, people still suffered greatly.
The situation had grown dire in George’s two year absence, but his return was pre-ordained and with him came an exotic and beautiful woman he later explained was his wife. Hale was quick to put on a show for his returning genius of a brother, carefully concealing the truth with the practiced ease of a sociopath. However, he was a fool to think George would not suspect anything of his errant family member; he had known him a long time and knew that something was indeed afoot. With a huge amount of energy and money invested George fought a war of words and deals to limit his brother’s growing power, and in the end convinced him to leave for greener pastures with money and opportunity overseas.
These events were met with general contentment with the people of London, who benefited almost immediately from George’s more kind and beneficial work ethic. The factories began to fill with smiling bantering workers, the economy grew and technology and magic prospered. Five years later George had a young daughter and the first design for the greatest of all machines, the Clockwork man.
Two years after that, Hale returned. He brought an army. They were cruel mercenaries from overseas, utterly ruthless and loyal only to Hale’s payroll. He laid waste to George’s empire of industry, ravaging quarter of London and driving police into open street warfare. George was quick to rally a defence, but being an unaggressive man he was unable to properly react to what could only be described as a coup. His daughter was only five at this time, his wife scared by the fearful events which had transpired. The robotic figure which stood guard at the door of their home high up on the hill top was unable to operate with one missing component, and George had only one chance to save everything he loved in the world.
As night fell and the mercenaries slammed at the doors of his home, his loyal servants ushered the women away into the night and he stood awaiting his brother’s arrival. There was a greenish red circle etched on the floor, and a scroll lay strewn across the table beside him. When the mercenaries arrived at his door he seized a clockwork pistol of his own design and held them at bay, remaining steadfast. A bullet caught him by complete luck through the wooden frame and cut a hole in his chest, but still he remained in the circle. Eventually his brother did arrive, as he knew he would, pride was a pitiful thing.
They conversed; his brother mocked him for his stubbornness, told him he should have fled while he could and avoided his fate as long as possible. George remained silent and his mind went blank, down on one knee blood poured through his shirt. Down on two his hand hit the floor and his brother laughed. His life spent there, the magic swirled around his body and his brother no longer laughed, George died.
And the Clockwork man awoke.
Appearance: A humanoid figure cloaked in old fashioned Victorian attire, a long brown trench coat coupled with a dull white shirt and tough durable brown trousers and boots. A leather holster is fastened to his right hip. A satchel is fastened to his left hip, which contains an incredibly efficient tool kit and all of his little devices. His body is made up of whirring gears under a plate of bronze about an inch thick which plays the part of skin. His face has a simple slit for a mouth which can open only slightly and one blue glowing right eye. The other is a slightly protruding telescopic sight. (About one and a half inches in length, but can extend to three). Apart from his unnatural composition, his body shape is lean and athletic looking. He’s completely bald and has no nose or ears.
Height: 6ft exactly
Weight: 105kg
Fighting ability
Known Powers: The Clockwork man is sustained by magic, but his eye is also able to highlight the use of magic and creatures magical in nature. It also makes sneaking up on him nigh impossible without serious terrain advantages, or pure skill being your only ability in stealth. Both of his eyes present him with a vast inflow of information which his mechanical and spiritual mind can quickly compute and react to. This gives him a reaction time far superior to any human, and also makes him uncannily accurate. They also have the ability to perceive their way through natural fog, smoke, and the like, and can easily see in the dark.
Technomage, the Clockwork man can create mechanical devices imbued with magic in short spaces of time, and give them life. He has a few of these technological wonders on his person, but it also gives him an advantage when fighting mechanical opponents because he can understand how they work, it also allows him to fairly easily repair himself.
Abilities: Being a mechanical construct, he has inherited the natural strengths of being made of metal. For one, he has the durability of bronze enhanced by magic to be further resistant to rust and heat. His melting point is about 2500 F. (He’s also made of a non-magnetic variant, but can conduct electricity and heat safely through his body and even project it as a weapon to a limited degree, so long as it’s not taken at extreme levels. Impact wise, the bronze composition is slightly more dense than natural, giving it a hardiness at around half again the durability of steel.
His mechanical strength is somewhat more than the biological strength of a human, his maximum lift roughly 1 tonne.
He moves in an oddly jerky and unnatural manner which accounts for his near impossible to predict fighting style, moving at about 50mph at a full sprint which takes quite a time of acceleration. However, this is not in relation to his body movements, where he is quite capable of delivering strikes with hands and feet before the fastest of natural humans. He has a jump height of ten feet standing and twenty horizontal with a run up.
He has an endurance which is mechanical in nature, which means it is near limitless. He will never seem tired, however as he has no real direct combat magic this is unsurprising as running his body would only require minimal energy.
He can hear pretty much as well as a normal human, except the sound is transferred to his animus or mind through magic, so his ears can’t be damaged.
Through magic he also projects his voice through the mouth of the Clockwork, although it seems dryer than when alive.
He can’t feel anything physically, although his mind or animus could still be targeted to cause him to feel pain.
Being mechanical in nature, he has no blood stream and is unaffected by contagions poisons etc, however also being magical in nature and not truly workable through scientific means suggests that he would also have a significant degree of resistance to remote hacks and other technological devices. This is emphasised by the way in which his soul was transplanted into the machine, as he can lash out at magical and technological attacks with his mind from the safety of the crystal.
George has inhabited his mechanical body for ten years and is incredibly competent in its use. He understands its limitations and its strengths, allowing him to fight hand to hand with ease.
Inventory and limitations
Weapons: Clockwork pistol, classic steampunk-ish looking weapon with a three round chamber. It has to be kept in a default state when not in use, but before firing can be charged by the cogs to fire one 9mm bullet at the full power of a modern day sniper rifle after a 10 second period. This can then be increased to 20 seconds to fire two shots, and 30 to fire all three. When multiple rounds are shot the pistol is designed to allow them to spread vertically by a few inches, so by twisting the gun he can make it less likely for an opponent to escape their spread or cause more damage. At thirty seconds the rounds also become more like anti-personnel rounds, which shatter on impact and completely waste the insides of organic opponents. With trained accuracy mechanical ones also suffer a similar fate.
Homing explosives: Small cylindrical capsules kept in his satchel; he carries four of them at any given time. When activated they break apart at the middle and a sharp circular blade protrudes to increase their diameter to about five inches, and an irritated buzzing noise emanates from within. He can then throw them in the direction of an opponent and with his magic they home in on whoever he has targeted, changing direction mid-flight in order to pierce the targets body. If this becomes impossible because the target dodges too far, they explode when as close as possible. The explosion is on par to a modern day grenade.
Flare bomb: Carries two with him, they look similar to the homing explosives except coloured red rather than remaining iron. When activated they beep twice clank with a heavy metallic sound and then burst into a billowing flame within five seconds. This is caused by an incredibly powerful accelerant which is sprayed out over a ten foot radius, and if the opponent is splashed with it the fire will follow along and burn through it and them at 2000f.
Magical inhibitor: A strange metallic rectangle about five inches in length and two inches in width, it takes a significant period of time to recharge (one use per fight) but when activated it sends out a wave of debilitating sound and magic in a forward arc of fifteen feet wide for twenty five feet in distance. This has the effect of either disabling or at least weakening magic used in the area of effect, but also if it hits someone intoned with magic it can cause a deafening ringing in their mind and prevent them from easily casting spells again for another ten seconds or so, depending on mental constitution.
Clockwork spider: Only has one, a tier 2 summon (yes I know it should be 2/3 character strength but I can’t justify it at the level, but neither as a tier 1) It’s about ten inches in diameter and usually clings to his back when not in use under his cloak but above his shirt. When activated remotely using his Technomagic, it springs into life and defends its master with razor sharp mandibles which electrocute those it bites with the power of a modern day tazer. It moves incredibly fast (About 30mph), but isn’t particularly durable.
Equipment: Tool kit to repair damage to his devices or himself and fifteen rounds of ammunition for the Clockwork pistol.
Two smoke grenades pretty much equivalent to modern day standards. Blooming thick gray smoke in a twenty-thirty feet radius depending on conditions.
Grappling hook, attached to the top of his left hand just before the wrist, it looks like a simple spike in a strange square structure welded onto the hand when not in use. When activated it bursts out and three spikes protrude from the original one to allow it to hold onto targets. This can then be deactivated at will to release or retract. It has a range of about 30 meters, and the wire and hook has the durability of tensile steel (the wire has a diameter of about two and a half inches allowing it to take a few hits before it breaks and obviously hold his weight.
Armor: Bronze ‘skin’ and internal structure.
Limitations: Weighted, George is incredibly heavy for his size and build due to being made of metal.
Clockwork, his internals are a mass of gears and cogs, which although designed to take gunshots with minimal impact, they suffer greatly from larger impacts and punctures causing his body to lose function.
Soul, George’s ‘soul’ or ‘animus’ was transplanted into the Clockwork body by magic, and it’s possible to target it with certain abilities. There is also a slightly larger and vital cog with a crystalline artefact within which houses George’s soul, on the right side of the Clockwork man’s chest, mirroring the heart on a normal human. It’s about as big as his clenched fist and if hit with a significant enough impact could cause him to fade away.
Combat magic is pretty much non-existent, he has to use his abilities indirectly through devices.
Real Name: George Elmore
Other Aliases: Clockwork man, Sentinel.
Race: Clockwork Automaton
Occupation: Inventor/Guardian
Place of Birth: Steampunk Earth, London.
History
Born into a poor family whose fortunes only changed after the death of a wealthy relative in London, George grew up with bits of metal and found himself to be a genius in his own right. He and his brother, Hale, would often play fight in the streets and pretty much act as little kids do, growing up under the watchful gaze of both father and mother. With money came opportunity, and after their father and mother passed the boys were of age and ready to do what they would with the world.
George was a renowned inventor of his time, and completely human, once. Living in London during the age of industry in a Steampunk world, he flourished with his inventions and innovations, building himself a small fortune while always sticking to the background. He established a factory ran by his brother to keep him out of the limelight, and retreated for two years. Sadly his brother exploited the workers in George’s absence, working them to the bone out of a cruel heart and a deep resentment for his brother’s natural gifts. It was a cruel fate for any trapped by the binding contacts and those who tried to flee were usually hunted down and dragged back to severe punishments. It was through this process that Hale Elmore began to take control of east London industrial, with vicious and unscrupulous business tactics and the willingness to use violence. Those were dark days for London, and even with the discovery of magic far overseas and the eventual implementation of it to make the process of machinery more efficient, people still suffered greatly.
The situation had grown dire in George’s two year absence, but his return was pre-ordained and with him came an exotic and beautiful woman he later explained was his wife. Hale was quick to put on a show for his returning genius of a brother, carefully concealing the truth with the practiced ease of a sociopath. However, he was a fool to think George would not suspect anything of his errant family member; he had known him a long time and knew that something was indeed afoot. With a huge amount of energy and money invested George fought a war of words and deals to limit his brother’s growing power, and in the end convinced him to leave for greener pastures with money and opportunity overseas.
These events were met with general contentment with the people of London, who benefited almost immediately from George’s more kind and beneficial work ethic. The factories began to fill with smiling bantering workers, the economy grew and technology and magic prospered. Five years later George had a young daughter and the first design for the greatest of all machines, the Clockwork man.
Two years after that, Hale returned. He brought an army. They were cruel mercenaries from overseas, utterly ruthless and loyal only to Hale’s payroll. He laid waste to George’s empire of industry, ravaging quarter of London and driving police into open street warfare. George was quick to rally a defence, but being an unaggressive man he was unable to properly react to what could only be described as a coup. His daughter was only five at this time, his wife scared by the fearful events which had transpired. The robotic figure which stood guard at the door of their home high up on the hill top was unable to operate with one missing component, and George had only one chance to save everything he loved in the world.
As night fell and the mercenaries slammed at the doors of his home, his loyal servants ushered the women away into the night and he stood awaiting his brother’s arrival. There was a greenish red circle etched on the floor, and a scroll lay strewn across the table beside him. When the mercenaries arrived at his door he seized a clockwork pistol of his own design and held them at bay, remaining steadfast. A bullet caught him by complete luck through the wooden frame and cut a hole in his chest, but still he remained in the circle. Eventually his brother did arrive, as he knew he would, pride was a pitiful thing.
They conversed; his brother mocked him for his stubbornness, told him he should have fled while he could and avoided his fate as long as possible. George remained silent and his mind went blank, down on one knee blood poured through his shirt. Down on two his hand hit the floor and his brother laughed. His life spent there, the magic swirled around his body and his brother no longer laughed, George died.
And the Clockwork man awoke.
Appearance: A humanoid figure cloaked in old fashioned Victorian attire, a long brown trench coat coupled with a dull white shirt and tough durable brown trousers and boots. A leather holster is fastened to his right hip. A satchel is fastened to his left hip, which contains an incredibly efficient tool kit and all of his little devices. His body is made up of whirring gears under a plate of bronze about an inch thick which plays the part of skin. His face has a simple slit for a mouth which can open only slightly and one blue glowing right eye. The other is a slightly protruding telescopic sight. (About one and a half inches in length, but can extend to three). Apart from his unnatural composition, his body shape is lean and athletic looking. He’s completely bald and has no nose or ears.
Height: 6ft exactly
Weight: 105kg
Fighting ability
Known Powers: The Clockwork man is sustained by magic, but his eye is also able to highlight the use of magic and creatures magical in nature. It also makes sneaking up on him nigh impossible without serious terrain advantages, or pure skill being your only ability in stealth. Both of his eyes present him with a vast inflow of information which his mechanical and spiritual mind can quickly compute and react to. This gives him a reaction time far superior to any human, and also makes him uncannily accurate. They also have the ability to perceive their way through natural fog, smoke, and the like, and can easily see in the dark.
Technomage, the Clockwork man can create mechanical devices imbued with magic in short spaces of time, and give them life. He has a few of these technological wonders on his person, but it also gives him an advantage when fighting mechanical opponents because he can understand how they work, it also allows him to fairly easily repair himself.
Abilities: Being a mechanical construct, he has inherited the natural strengths of being made of metal. For one, he has the durability of bronze enhanced by magic to be further resistant to rust and heat. His melting point is about 2500 F. (He’s also made of a non-magnetic variant, but can conduct electricity and heat safely through his body and even project it as a weapon to a limited degree, so long as it’s not taken at extreme levels. Impact wise, the bronze composition is slightly more dense than natural, giving it a hardiness at around half again the durability of steel.
His mechanical strength is somewhat more than the biological strength of a human, his maximum lift roughly 1 tonne.
He moves in an oddly jerky and unnatural manner which accounts for his near impossible to predict fighting style, moving at about 50mph at a full sprint which takes quite a time of acceleration. However, this is not in relation to his body movements, where he is quite capable of delivering strikes with hands and feet before the fastest of natural humans. He has a jump height of ten feet standing and twenty horizontal with a run up.
He has an endurance which is mechanical in nature, which means it is near limitless. He will never seem tired, however as he has no real direct combat magic this is unsurprising as running his body would only require minimal energy.
He can hear pretty much as well as a normal human, except the sound is transferred to his animus or mind through magic, so his ears can’t be damaged.
Through magic he also projects his voice through the mouth of the Clockwork, although it seems dryer than when alive.
He can’t feel anything physically, although his mind or animus could still be targeted to cause him to feel pain.
Being mechanical in nature, he has no blood stream and is unaffected by contagions poisons etc, however also being magical in nature and not truly workable through scientific means suggests that he would also have a significant degree of resistance to remote hacks and other technological devices. This is emphasised by the way in which his soul was transplanted into the machine, as he can lash out at magical and technological attacks with his mind from the safety of the crystal.
George has inhabited his mechanical body for ten years and is incredibly competent in its use. He understands its limitations and its strengths, allowing him to fight hand to hand with ease.
Inventory and limitations
Weapons: Clockwork pistol, classic steampunk-ish looking weapon with a three round chamber. It has to be kept in a default state when not in use, but before firing can be charged by the cogs to fire one 9mm bullet at the full power of a modern day sniper rifle after a 10 second period. This can then be increased to 20 seconds to fire two shots, and 30 to fire all three. When multiple rounds are shot the pistol is designed to allow them to spread vertically by a few inches, so by twisting the gun he can make it less likely for an opponent to escape their spread or cause more damage. At thirty seconds the rounds also become more like anti-personnel rounds, which shatter on impact and completely waste the insides of organic opponents. With trained accuracy mechanical ones also suffer a similar fate.
Homing explosives: Small cylindrical capsules kept in his satchel; he carries four of them at any given time. When activated they break apart at the middle and a sharp circular blade protrudes to increase their diameter to about five inches, and an irritated buzzing noise emanates from within. He can then throw them in the direction of an opponent and with his magic they home in on whoever he has targeted, changing direction mid-flight in order to pierce the targets body. If this becomes impossible because the target dodges too far, they explode when as close as possible. The explosion is on par to a modern day grenade.
Flare bomb: Carries two with him, they look similar to the homing explosives except coloured red rather than remaining iron. When activated they beep twice clank with a heavy metallic sound and then burst into a billowing flame within five seconds. This is caused by an incredibly powerful accelerant which is sprayed out over a ten foot radius, and if the opponent is splashed with it the fire will follow along and burn through it and them at 2000f.
Magical inhibitor: A strange metallic rectangle about five inches in length and two inches in width, it takes a significant period of time to recharge (one use per fight) but when activated it sends out a wave of debilitating sound and magic in a forward arc of fifteen feet wide for twenty five feet in distance. This has the effect of either disabling or at least weakening magic used in the area of effect, but also if it hits someone intoned with magic it can cause a deafening ringing in their mind and prevent them from easily casting spells again for another ten seconds or so, depending on mental constitution.
Clockwork spider: Only has one, a tier 2 summon (yes I know it should be 2/3 character strength but I can’t justify it at the level, but neither as a tier 1) It’s about ten inches in diameter and usually clings to his back when not in use under his cloak but above his shirt. When activated remotely using his Technomagic, it springs into life and defends its master with razor sharp mandibles which electrocute those it bites with the power of a modern day tazer. It moves incredibly fast (About 30mph), but isn’t particularly durable.
Equipment: Tool kit to repair damage to his devices or himself and fifteen rounds of ammunition for the Clockwork pistol.
Two smoke grenades pretty much equivalent to modern day standards. Blooming thick gray smoke in a twenty-thirty feet radius depending on conditions.
Grappling hook, attached to the top of his left hand just before the wrist, it looks like a simple spike in a strange square structure welded onto the hand when not in use. When activated it bursts out and three spikes protrude from the original one to allow it to hold onto targets. This can then be deactivated at will to release or retract. It has a range of about 30 meters, and the wire and hook has the durability of tensile steel (the wire has a diameter of about two and a half inches allowing it to take a few hits before it breaks and obviously hold his weight.
Armor: Bronze ‘skin’ and internal structure.
Limitations: Weighted, George is incredibly heavy for his size and build due to being made of metal.
Clockwork, his internals are a mass of gears and cogs, which although designed to take gunshots with minimal impact, they suffer greatly from larger impacts and punctures causing his body to lose function.
Soul, George’s ‘soul’ or ‘animus’ was transplanted into the Clockwork body by magic, and it’s possible to target it with certain abilities. There is also a slightly larger and vital cog with a crystalline artefact within which houses George’s soul, on the right side of the Clockwork man’s chest, mirroring the heart on a normal human. It’s about as big as his clenched fist and if hit with a significant enough impact could cause him to fade away.
Combat magic is pretty much non-existent, he has to use his abilities indirectly through devices.
Identity
Real Name: George Elmore
Other Aliases: Clockwork man, Sentinel, NoW Champion.
Race: Clockwork Automaton
Occupation: Inventor/Guardian/
Place of Birth: Steampunk Earth, London.
History
Since blinding his brother, the Clockwork Man defended his family in secrecy, living out a simple, selfless life in London. After a particular skirmish with some mercenaries under Hal’s command (his brother.) he was offered the opportunity to partake in the NoW tournament, by the illusive Skallagrim. As part of his participation, he was to be given the power required to defeat his foes, securing his families safety forever. Of course, he accepted.
In the NoW the Clockwork Man defeated a young girl dragon and a futuristic bounty hunter, before finishing the fight in a pitched battle upon a bridge with a swordsman who wielded magic. Through the strength of his arm, he came through victorious and asked of his reward, so that he could end the battle that raged in his home-city.
The Cuataugh obliged, changing the crystal which housed his soul in some obscure way only those connected to the Dreamer race could understand. His powers changed with it, growing more immense, when he returned to London he was a fully-fledged Technomage. The battle that took place there is yet untold, but finally all his enemies lay defeated at his feet.
With the threat to his family gone, his sole reason for existence went with it. Still a lifeless bronze automaton, the Clockwork Man realised he had everything, and nothing. Only the Dreamers could return to him what he had long ago relinquished. So he sought them out.
The Crystal that housed his soul brought him back to the realm of the Dreamers, but his stay was short. Their answers cryptic, they would not grant him leave to speak with Skallagrim, he was ousted with another cryptic response.
“You must earn your gift.”
The Clockwork Man wandered far off worlds and galaxies, far into the future from his own timeline. Somewhere along the way he realised his metal body was no longer sufficient for his needs, a new one must take its place and house the soul crystal more safely, however it was by accident that his old form was consumed by the metal he refers to somewhat arrogantly as ‘Elmorium’.
Appearance:
The Clockwork Man resembles his old form to some respect, still a sleek bodied humanoid figure of exactly six foot in height. With a smooth metallic head, now with two even lens-like eyes. The major difference is the metal, which is far darker and more textured than his old body. He usually wears a brown Victorian style jacket, a white shirt and black trousers, with black boots. At his hip is a satchel and at the other is an updated form of pistol.
Weight: 95-500 kg
Abilities:
The first, and most impressive change to the Clockwork Man is his new body. George encountered a nano-tubule esque living metal completely by accident when exploring some kind of crashed technologically advanced race’s ship. It resembles a dark steel in colouration, but the similarities end there. Elmorium as he calls it is almost parasitic in nature, though it only effects other metals. Created synthetically by whatever race that came before, it is imbued with tiny self-replicating devices, which allow it to bend and reform, relatively quickly. It can also manipulate other metals molecular structures, to create more of itself. It consumed the Clockwork Man’s old body, but he was able to control the metal with his incredibly more powerful Technomagic.
Its general fighting-relevant properties are thus:
The Metal can absorb impacts by transferring the momentum of attacks quickly through its outer structure, reducing the possibility of an attack breaking/punching through the ‘skin’ and damaging George’s important internals, namely his soul crystal. This is limited to piercing attacks, and blunt attacks. Cutting attacks are far too much to handle, provided the weapon is sharp enough and has enough force behind it. However, George’s new metallic body is at least as hard as diamond, bullets ricochet off it with little effect, and the highest conventional rounds in the modern day army are barely enough to temporarily scratch the surface. Mundane weapons are completely useless, at steel or below in hardness, unless the user is incredibly strong or using magic.
It has a massive elemental resistance, conducting electricity away from any vulnerable circuitry with ease and being incredibly resistance to both cold and heat. George can continue to move in near sub-zero temperatures, though at a significantly reduced rate. His body can sustain temperatures of up to 5000 degrees Celsius, though his body does become more susceptible to other attacks for a short period after exposure to such effects. The metal is impervious to rust, incredibly resistant to corrosive and acidic agents, and essentially all around badass. It can also reverse its polarity, making itself magnetic and un-magnetic at will, though relatively un-powerful. (It can’t throw metals away like some sort of telepath, but it can resist magnetic attacks.)
As mentioned, it can replicate itself, giving it a relatively effective ‘healing’ factor, provided there is sufficient metal to go around. It can also stick itself back together, say, if an arm ‘falls’ off. However, there are some weaknesses, namely at the joints where the metal is a quarter thickness. (It’s roughly an inch thick everywhere else.) This makes it incredibly easy in comparison to sever his limbs, or targeting these areas in general maximises damage.
Because of his new constitution George’s physical traits have increased three-fold. He can now lift up to four tonnes of weight, and run at nearly one hundred and fifty mph maximum. His endurance is near limitless, in comparison to any biological opponent at any rate. He’s sustained by a massive, ever growing, fountain of magical energy. This could in theory be targeted however. His hearing is normal for a human, though projected through his Crystal his ears are non-existent and can’t be harmed. Likewise, his voice is projected through the crystal, and that is where his mind resides. He can’t ‘feel’ pain physically, but can be made to feel pain magically with slightly reduced effect.
Unsurprisingly, he can jump an incredible distance. He also moves surprisingly fast, with reflexes more than thrice that of the fastest of humans. This makes him a deadly close ranged fighter.
His perception is inhuman, though his mind is not it has changed significantly enough to allow him to process information at thrice that of the fastest human. The lens eyes can zoom to the degree of a modern-day sniper scope, and also provide him with a basic outline of magical beings and magic in use, which he can see and analyse. He moves far smoother than before the change, however his body still makes an audible, though incredibly quiet, whirring noise. He also has a 180 degree field of vision directly in front of him.
Though technological in nature, magic is what truly sustains George Elmore. This means he has a great degree of resistance to remote hacks, and other such effects which aim to target technological foes. As a counter to this, he has picked up weaknesses that would not affect solely mechanical foes. However, being made of metal does make him pretty much immune to contagions, diseases and poisons.
After fighting in his body for many years, he has picked up a wide range of deadly hand-to-hand techniques, and significant skill with his weapon of choice, the pistol.
Technomancy: A powerful form of technological magic, George can control technology after a period of time with his magic alone. It takes significant effort for him to seize control of enemy technology however, and how much he can do with it requires time and effort studying and analysing its nature. At a basic level, he can manipulate machines and apparatus to do his bidding.
This works by permeating equipment designed to carry out autonomous tasks with magic and essentially hijacking their function. He establishes remote control of the object and can manipulate it with his abilities, though it has limited effectiveness at range. The main use of his Technomancy tends to be the manipulation of his own body and equipment, such as the homing grenades. He might be able to make an opponent reliant on technology suffer some degree of malfunction or irregularity, for example a sufficiently advanced firearm may misfire every other shot if he is concentrating upon it. The effects are wildly dependant on the time he has to work on something, and the complexity of the device.
Equipment:
George has discarded many of his old devices, especially after gaining a body which far surpassed their effects. He still retains some updated forms of his grenades however, which now explode with a plasma effect somewhat akin to an incendiary of 4000 degrees Celsius in a ten foot radius while remaining controlled in mid-air using blades which are made of Elmorium, making them far-sharper and more deadly than before. He carries about four of them in his satchel.
The Clockwork Pistol: The classic weapon of the Clockwork Man had seen better days before he decided to upgrade it. Retaining the same basic function, it now fires rounds imbued with his Technomancy and covered in Elmorium. They can be directed (to a very limited degree.) in mid-air to almost always hit their target. The weapon itself is made of Elmorium, and the mechanism now charges far faster. In fifteen seconds the weapon can fire three rounds at thrice the force of a modern day sniper rifle, while at no charge it fires a single round with the force of a sniper. Powerful shit.
He still carries his trusty satchel, though he had a strange tailor outfit it with the fur of some kind of exotic animal which makes it a hell of a lot more durable. It contains his grenades and thirty pistol rounds. Alongside his updated toolkit.
He’s working on his Clockwork Spider, updating it with Elmorium to make it more deadly. Currently uncompleted, rests on his back beneath the cloak.
Grappling Hook: Now made of Elmorium, the grappling hook can stretch to 100 metres long, while incredibly durable and resistant to damage. The point is also far sharper than before, due to being made of Elmorium like the rest of the device. This makes it even more deadly as a weapon, but also able to pierce solid rock to make purchase if necessary. Alongside his pistol this is the Clockwork Man’s ranged/A.A arsenal.
The Magical Inhibitor is no more or less effective than before, though its uses against stronger magical opponents may be limited.
The Soul Crystal
George Elmore’s mind and soul exist within a now Elmorium covered crystal within his metallic body, mirroring where a heart would be on an ordinary person. Although slightly more resistant than before, if damaged even moderately George dies, making it the most effective way to end his life.
The Dreamers also provided his soul crystal with additional power, making it more receptive for his Technomagic and therefore more potent. It also granted him modest dimension hopping power, though he’s not entirely sure how it works, and can only use it as passive transport, it’s the fastest way to the NoW.
Real Name: George Elmore
Other Aliases: Clockwork man, Sentinel, NoW Champion.
Race: Clockwork Automaton
Occupation: Inventor/Guardian/
Place of Birth: Steampunk Earth, London.
History
Since blinding his brother, the Clockwork Man defended his family in secrecy, living out a simple, selfless life in London. After a particular skirmish with some mercenaries under Hal’s command (his brother.) he was offered the opportunity to partake in the NoW tournament, by the illusive Skallagrim. As part of his participation, he was to be given the power required to defeat his foes, securing his families safety forever. Of course, he accepted.
In the NoW the Clockwork Man defeated a young girl dragon and a futuristic bounty hunter, before finishing the fight in a pitched battle upon a bridge with a swordsman who wielded magic. Through the strength of his arm, he came through victorious and asked of his reward, so that he could end the battle that raged in his home-city.
The Cuataugh obliged, changing the crystal which housed his soul in some obscure way only those connected to the Dreamer race could understand. His powers changed with it, growing more immense, when he returned to London he was a fully-fledged Technomage. The battle that took place there is yet untold, but finally all his enemies lay defeated at his feet.
With the threat to his family gone, his sole reason for existence went with it. Still a lifeless bronze automaton, the Clockwork Man realised he had everything, and nothing. Only the Dreamers could return to him what he had long ago relinquished. So he sought them out.
The Crystal that housed his soul brought him back to the realm of the Dreamers, but his stay was short. Their answers cryptic, they would not grant him leave to speak with Skallagrim, he was ousted with another cryptic response.
“You must earn your gift.”
The Clockwork Man wandered far off worlds and galaxies, far into the future from his own timeline. Somewhere along the way he realised his metal body was no longer sufficient for his needs, a new one must take its place and house the soul crystal more safely, however it was by accident that his old form was consumed by the metal he refers to somewhat arrogantly as ‘Elmorium’.
Appearance:
The Clockwork Man resembles his old form to some respect, still a sleek bodied humanoid figure of exactly six foot in height. With a smooth metallic head, now with two even lens-like eyes. The major difference is the metal, which is far darker and more textured than his old body. He usually wears a brown Victorian style jacket, a white shirt and black trousers, with black boots. At his hip is a satchel and at the other is an updated form of pistol.
Weight: 95-500 kg
Abilities:
The first, and most impressive change to the Clockwork Man is his new body. George encountered a nano-tubule esque living metal completely by accident when exploring some kind of crashed technologically advanced race’s ship. It resembles a dark steel in colouration, but the similarities end there. Elmorium as he calls it is almost parasitic in nature, though it only effects other metals. Created synthetically by whatever race that came before, it is imbued with tiny self-replicating devices, which allow it to bend and reform, relatively quickly. It can also manipulate other metals molecular structures, to create more of itself. It consumed the Clockwork Man’s old body, but he was able to control the metal with his incredibly more powerful Technomagic.
Its general fighting-relevant properties are thus:
The Metal can absorb impacts by transferring the momentum of attacks quickly through its outer structure, reducing the possibility of an attack breaking/punching through the ‘skin’ and damaging George’s important internals, namely his soul crystal. This is limited to piercing attacks, and blunt attacks. Cutting attacks are far too much to handle, provided the weapon is sharp enough and has enough force behind it. However, George’s new metallic body is at least as hard as diamond, bullets ricochet off it with little effect, and the highest conventional rounds in the modern day army are barely enough to temporarily scratch the surface. Mundane weapons are completely useless, at steel or below in hardness, unless the user is incredibly strong or using magic.
It has a massive elemental resistance, conducting electricity away from any vulnerable circuitry with ease and being incredibly resistance to both cold and heat. George can continue to move in near sub-zero temperatures, though at a significantly reduced rate. His body can sustain temperatures of up to 5000 degrees Celsius, though his body does become more susceptible to other attacks for a short period after exposure to such effects. The metal is impervious to rust, incredibly resistant to corrosive and acidic agents, and essentially all around badass. It can also reverse its polarity, making itself magnetic and un-magnetic at will, though relatively un-powerful. (It can’t throw metals away like some sort of telepath, but it can resist magnetic attacks.)
As mentioned, it can replicate itself, giving it a relatively effective ‘healing’ factor, provided there is sufficient metal to go around. It can also stick itself back together, say, if an arm ‘falls’ off. However, there are some weaknesses, namely at the joints where the metal is a quarter thickness. (It’s roughly an inch thick everywhere else.) This makes it incredibly easy in comparison to sever his limbs, or targeting these areas in general maximises damage.
Because of his new constitution George’s physical traits have increased three-fold. He can now lift up to four tonnes of weight, and run at nearly one hundred and fifty mph maximum. His endurance is near limitless, in comparison to any biological opponent at any rate. He’s sustained by a massive, ever growing, fountain of magical energy. This could in theory be targeted however. His hearing is normal for a human, though projected through his Crystal his ears are non-existent and can’t be harmed. Likewise, his voice is projected through the crystal, and that is where his mind resides. He can’t ‘feel’ pain physically, but can be made to feel pain magically with slightly reduced effect.
Unsurprisingly, he can jump an incredible distance. He also moves surprisingly fast, with reflexes more than thrice that of the fastest of humans. This makes him a deadly close ranged fighter.
His perception is inhuman, though his mind is not it has changed significantly enough to allow him to process information at thrice that of the fastest human. The lens eyes can zoom to the degree of a modern-day sniper scope, and also provide him with a basic outline of magical beings and magic in use, which he can see and analyse. He moves far smoother than before the change, however his body still makes an audible, though incredibly quiet, whirring noise. He also has a 180 degree field of vision directly in front of him.
Though technological in nature, magic is what truly sustains George Elmore. This means he has a great degree of resistance to remote hacks, and other such effects which aim to target technological foes. As a counter to this, he has picked up weaknesses that would not affect solely mechanical foes. However, being made of metal does make him pretty much immune to contagions, diseases and poisons.
After fighting in his body for many years, he has picked up a wide range of deadly hand-to-hand techniques, and significant skill with his weapon of choice, the pistol.
Technomancy: A powerful form of technological magic, George can control technology after a period of time with his magic alone. It takes significant effort for him to seize control of enemy technology however, and how much he can do with it requires time and effort studying and analysing its nature. At a basic level, he can manipulate machines and apparatus to do his bidding.
This works by permeating equipment designed to carry out autonomous tasks with magic and essentially hijacking their function. He establishes remote control of the object and can manipulate it with his abilities, though it has limited effectiveness at range. The main use of his Technomancy tends to be the manipulation of his own body and equipment, such as the homing grenades. He might be able to make an opponent reliant on technology suffer some degree of malfunction or irregularity, for example a sufficiently advanced firearm may misfire every other shot if he is concentrating upon it. The effects are wildly dependant on the time he has to work on something, and the complexity of the device.
Equipment:
George has discarded many of his old devices, especially after gaining a body which far surpassed their effects. He still retains some updated forms of his grenades however, which now explode with a plasma effect somewhat akin to an incendiary of 4000 degrees Celsius in a ten foot radius while remaining controlled in mid-air using blades which are made of Elmorium, making them far-sharper and more deadly than before. He carries about four of them in his satchel.
The Clockwork Pistol: The classic weapon of the Clockwork Man had seen better days before he decided to upgrade it. Retaining the same basic function, it now fires rounds imbued with his Technomancy and covered in Elmorium. They can be directed (to a very limited degree.) in mid-air to almost always hit their target. The weapon itself is made of Elmorium, and the mechanism now charges far faster. In fifteen seconds the weapon can fire three rounds at thrice the force of a modern day sniper rifle, while at no charge it fires a single round with the force of a sniper. Powerful shit.
He still carries his trusty satchel, though he had a strange tailor outfit it with the fur of some kind of exotic animal which makes it a hell of a lot more durable. It contains his grenades and thirty pistol rounds. Alongside his updated toolkit.
He’s working on his Clockwork Spider, updating it with Elmorium to make it more deadly. Currently uncompleted, rests on his back beneath the cloak.
Grappling Hook: Now made of Elmorium, the grappling hook can stretch to 100 metres long, while incredibly durable and resistant to damage. The point is also far sharper than before, due to being made of Elmorium like the rest of the device. This makes it even more deadly as a weapon, but also able to pierce solid rock to make purchase if necessary. Alongside his pistol this is the Clockwork Man’s ranged/A.A arsenal.
The Magical Inhibitor is no more or less effective than before, though its uses against stronger magical opponents may be limited.
The Soul Crystal
George Elmore’s mind and soul exist within a now Elmorium covered crystal within his metallic body, mirroring where a heart would be on an ordinary person. Although slightly more resistant than before, if damaged even moderately George dies, making it the most effective way to end his life.
The Dreamers also provided his soul crystal with additional power, making it more receptive for his Technomagic and therefore more potent. It also granted him modest dimension hopping power, though he’s not entirely sure how it works, and can only use it as passive transport, it’s the fastest way to the NoW.
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Anna
Race: Water Wraith/Revenant
What is a Water Wraith: A Water Wraith is a spirit which has possessed the body of a human, specifically after they have drowned. They have a tendency to target those who have died in particularly tragic circumstances, as the amount of emotional trauma caused produces a larger rift into the spirit world. These wraiths also have a tendency to be more powerful as a result of this. The personality of a Water Wraith is usually a confusing mix of the genderless spiritual entity and the residual emotions of the deceased.
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Irish-Caucasian
Appearance: Beautiful and near flawless feminine features accentuated by a full mane of flowing red hair and piercing pale blue eyes would be the envy of any woman and own the heart of any man if not for the pale near translucent quality of her skin. Even this perhaps could be forgiven as an unusual beauty if not for the fact that she seems constantly saturated with water, and those piercing eyes echo a sadness so unbearable that it drives life away. The frayed wedding dress sticks to a petite body, adding an octave of sorrow to an already striking visage.
Personality: As mentioned, Wraith’s have a confusing plethora of emotions, usually linked to the sorrow which brought them into the world. Anna could be described as emotionally compromised, constantly, providing a target for smart enough opponents, though one which can backfire pretty quickly if they can’t withstand her vengeance. Some words to describe Anna’s personality.
Melancholy, Vengeful, Prideful, Angry, Broken Hearted.
Anna’s voice is a curious mix of her southern Irish brogue in life and something older and darker, quiet and hard to discern, it slightly distorts her words if one listens carefully enough.
Statistics
Height: 5ft 6”
Weight: 39kg
Appearing Age: 18-25
Physical Traits: Unsurprisingly, a Water Wraith shares little in common with the human being it used to be. Though their bodies can be cut or shot if one survives getting close enough the attack meets a supernatural resistance and the wounds flood with water rather than blood. The regenerative qualities of the Wraith are huge, allowing it to bring itself back to one piece after pretty much any degree of mundane physical harm. Though some say they prefer this to the completely intangible body of most ghosts. Understandably, stabbing, cutting and shooting at a wraith with mundane weaponry is almost pointless. Poisoning a wraith or using other biological entities is also somewhat pointless, as it has long since abandoned biological function, it is driven by spiritual energy.
However, this regeneration in Water Wraith’s is completely dependent on water, imbued with the spiritual energy of the Wraith, which is contained in their body. In any large body of water this regeneration is near limitless because it can be replenished, but in dry conditions the regeneration is finite. Wraiths are most effectively dispatched by dragging them from any source of water. In a large body of water, such as the sea, a Wraith is near unstoppable and will almost certainly kill you.
Strength: Anna is not physically strong, her body is barely capable of lifting its own weight, but fortunately the Wraith can manipulate water to carry out any task she wishes.
Speed: Anna cannot move particularly quickly on land, roughly the speed of any ordinary human, though in the water she can move far more quickly, at speeds of up to 100mph, she doesn’t swim but rather ‘glides’ through the water.
Agility: Anna has no greater reflexes than any ordinary human, but the spiritual entity within her has an innate connection with water and reaches out for any around it. Through this it can react many times faster than a human, by sensing movement and activity through the liquid it’s connected with.
Senses: Water Wraith’s can choose to abandon the ability to feel pain from anything other than holy magic and electricity, fire can cause them pain if they are relatively dehydrated.
Anna can see clearly through water and has perfect human vision, however she also accentuates this with her ability to ‘sense’ through water around her, providing a greater degree of vision.
Her hearing is normal outside of water, and superhuman within.
Her sense of smell is ordinary.
Skills: Anna has the basic skill-set of an ordinary modern day human. She is intelligent enough, especially with the supernatural cunning of the spirit, and capable of forming traps and avoiding them as well.
Though she cannot perform any particularly amazing physical feats, she can use water in ways to make up for it.
Anna fights with water, she cannot use weapons or fight with her hands, making her vulnerable in close quarters. However, even in close proximity she is capable of making blades of water, and she usually has a plentiful supply from her saturated body.
Supernatural Abilities:
Not technically magic, a Water Wraith like Anna maintains supernatural abilities to manipulate the world around them with spirit energy. Anna is a fairly powerful Water Wraith, so her supernatural abilities are varied and powerful.
Spirit of Water: Literally the most important and basic of her abilities, Anna is capable of imbuing water around her with spiritual energy connected to her which she can manipulate. This allows her to move water at will, and enforce it with supernatural strength, turning it into a potent weapon even in small volumes. The water she manipulates resists being frozen or evaporated, and she can return water in either of those two states to its liquid form with relative ease. This makes her dangerous in humid or even frozen environments as well. Her effective range of control is only one hundred feet however, meaning one can in theory just run away from her fairly easily.
Pond Hopping/Water Walking: Anna can move in a spiritual watery form through any body of water at speeds of up to 500mph instantaneously. If an area is saturated enough this allows her to move from one area of water to another, hence the legends of Water Wraiths appearing in water sources as if by magic. She can’t attack while moving in this fashion, and it takes around two seconds to degenerate and then regenerate from the water, providing a window of opportunity to any fast opponent if she attempts to water-walk in combat.
The Draining Waves: If Anna manages to cover an opponent in water imbued with her spiritual essence it slowly wanes away their strength. Not quickly by any measure, but like swimming as opposed to walking it increases the effort of carrying out normal actions, making the opponent feel heavy and cumbersome.
Saturation: Anna can sacrifice half the water within her (significantly reducing her ability to regenerate outside of water.) to soak the earth around her in a forty foot radius. This is not an immediate effect, the water creeps across the ground like an unholy blight, and tends to make its way from the second layer of earth up, making it not immediately apparent by ordinary eye-sight to tell what she’s doing.
Weeping Wraith: Anna’s unique ability, after suffering injury Anna may begin to weep uncontrollably, preventing her from doing anything for a turn but defending herself with water. Over the next two turns torrential rain will fall on the battlefield, provided its outside, and dark clouds and fog will cover the battlefield for the remainder of the battle.
Weaknesses: Water Wraith’s are particularly powerful supernatural beings, but this power comes at the cost of significant weaknesses.
1. Anna requires water to fight effectively, the more water she manipulates the more sluggish her attacks become.
2. Fire based attacks directed at her person, especially when water supplies are scarce, are particularly effective. This allows even an ordinary person with some smarts to kill her with a flamethrower or similar long-duration high intensity flame weapon.
3. Electricity is heavily effective against Wraiths because of the conductivity of water, it causes them immense pain, interferes with their ability to use their abilities and can even kill them after a great enough duration. (Though this requires an incredibly powerful charge over an extended period of time, it is far more effective to use it as a prelude to another attack.)
4. Constant attacks require her to direct her attention to defence and regeneration, so little and often tends to be more effective than one or two powerful attacks. This could in theory allow a fast opponent with an ordinary sword to kill her just by overcoming her regeneration factor, provided she was outside of water (and therefore it was finite.)
5. Holy magic is effective against the spirit within Anna, causing the same damage is would cause against any undead.
6. Modern day explosives can do significant enough damage to prevent her from regenerating using water, though it does require a fairly large bang.
7. She is most effective against organic opponents, opponents who are heavily armoured or non-living having an advantage against her attacks.
Backstory: Anna was born in Ireland sometime in the 1800’s. Her backstory is not really something most people would want to read, though one can assume that she died either on or shortly after her wedding day by drowning, and the circumstances were incredibly tragic. This likely means she was either murdered or committed suicide, perhaps time will reveal more.
Race: Water Wraith/Revenant
What is a Water Wraith: A Water Wraith is a spirit which has possessed the body of a human, specifically after they have drowned. They have a tendency to target those who have died in particularly tragic circumstances, as the amount of emotional trauma caused produces a larger rift into the spirit world. These wraiths also have a tendency to be more powerful as a result of this. The personality of a Water Wraith is usually a confusing mix of the genderless spiritual entity and the residual emotions of the deceased.
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Irish-Caucasian
Appearance: Beautiful and near flawless feminine features accentuated by a full mane of flowing red hair and piercing pale blue eyes would be the envy of any woman and own the heart of any man if not for the pale near translucent quality of her skin. Even this perhaps could be forgiven as an unusual beauty if not for the fact that she seems constantly saturated with water, and those piercing eyes echo a sadness so unbearable that it drives life away. The frayed wedding dress sticks to a petite body, adding an octave of sorrow to an already striking visage.
Personality: As mentioned, Wraith’s have a confusing plethora of emotions, usually linked to the sorrow which brought them into the world. Anna could be described as emotionally compromised, constantly, providing a target for smart enough opponents, though one which can backfire pretty quickly if they can’t withstand her vengeance. Some words to describe Anna’s personality.
Melancholy, Vengeful, Prideful, Angry, Broken Hearted.
Anna’s voice is a curious mix of her southern Irish brogue in life and something older and darker, quiet and hard to discern, it slightly distorts her words if one listens carefully enough.
Statistics
Height: 5ft 6”
Weight: 39kg
Appearing Age: 18-25
Physical Traits: Unsurprisingly, a Water Wraith shares little in common with the human being it used to be. Though their bodies can be cut or shot if one survives getting close enough the attack meets a supernatural resistance and the wounds flood with water rather than blood. The regenerative qualities of the Wraith are huge, allowing it to bring itself back to one piece after pretty much any degree of mundane physical harm. Though some say they prefer this to the completely intangible body of most ghosts. Understandably, stabbing, cutting and shooting at a wraith with mundane weaponry is almost pointless. Poisoning a wraith or using other biological entities is also somewhat pointless, as it has long since abandoned biological function, it is driven by spiritual energy.
However, this regeneration in Water Wraith’s is completely dependent on water, imbued with the spiritual energy of the Wraith, which is contained in their body. In any large body of water this regeneration is near limitless because it can be replenished, but in dry conditions the regeneration is finite. Wraiths are most effectively dispatched by dragging them from any source of water. In a large body of water, such as the sea, a Wraith is near unstoppable and will almost certainly kill you.
Strength: Anna is not physically strong, her body is barely capable of lifting its own weight, but fortunately the Wraith can manipulate water to carry out any task she wishes.
Speed: Anna cannot move particularly quickly on land, roughly the speed of any ordinary human, though in the water she can move far more quickly, at speeds of up to 100mph, she doesn’t swim but rather ‘glides’ through the water.
Agility: Anna has no greater reflexes than any ordinary human, but the spiritual entity within her has an innate connection with water and reaches out for any around it. Through this it can react many times faster than a human, by sensing movement and activity through the liquid it’s connected with.
Senses: Water Wraith’s can choose to abandon the ability to feel pain from anything other than holy magic and electricity, fire can cause them pain if they are relatively dehydrated.
Anna can see clearly through water and has perfect human vision, however she also accentuates this with her ability to ‘sense’ through water around her, providing a greater degree of vision.
Her hearing is normal outside of water, and superhuman within.
Her sense of smell is ordinary.
Skills: Anna has the basic skill-set of an ordinary modern day human. She is intelligent enough, especially with the supernatural cunning of the spirit, and capable of forming traps and avoiding them as well.
Though she cannot perform any particularly amazing physical feats, she can use water in ways to make up for it.
Anna fights with water, she cannot use weapons or fight with her hands, making her vulnerable in close quarters. However, even in close proximity she is capable of making blades of water, and she usually has a plentiful supply from her saturated body.
Supernatural Abilities:
Not technically magic, a Water Wraith like Anna maintains supernatural abilities to manipulate the world around them with spirit energy. Anna is a fairly powerful Water Wraith, so her supernatural abilities are varied and powerful.
Spirit of Water: Literally the most important and basic of her abilities, Anna is capable of imbuing water around her with spiritual energy connected to her which she can manipulate. This allows her to move water at will, and enforce it with supernatural strength, turning it into a potent weapon even in small volumes. The water she manipulates resists being frozen or evaporated, and she can return water in either of those two states to its liquid form with relative ease. This makes her dangerous in humid or even frozen environments as well. Her effective range of control is only one hundred feet however, meaning one can in theory just run away from her fairly easily.
Pond Hopping/Water Walking: Anna can move in a spiritual watery form through any body of water at speeds of up to 500mph instantaneously. If an area is saturated enough this allows her to move from one area of water to another, hence the legends of Water Wraiths appearing in water sources as if by magic. She can’t attack while moving in this fashion, and it takes around two seconds to degenerate and then regenerate from the water, providing a window of opportunity to any fast opponent if she attempts to water-walk in combat.
The Draining Waves: If Anna manages to cover an opponent in water imbued with her spiritual essence it slowly wanes away their strength. Not quickly by any measure, but like swimming as opposed to walking it increases the effort of carrying out normal actions, making the opponent feel heavy and cumbersome.
Saturation: Anna can sacrifice half the water within her (significantly reducing her ability to regenerate outside of water.) to soak the earth around her in a forty foot radius. This is not an immediate effect, the water creeps across the ground like an unholy blight, and tends to make its way from the second layer of earth up, making it not immediately apparent by ordinary eye-sight to tell what she’s doing.
Weeping Wraith: Anna’s unique ability, after suffering injury Anna may begin to weep uncontrollably, preventing her from doing anything for a turn but defending herself with water. Over the next two turns torrential rain will fall on the battlefield, provided its outside, and dark clouds and fog will cover the battlefield for the remainder of the battle.
Weaknesses: Water Wraith’s are particularly powerful supernatural beings, but this power comes at the cost of significant weaknesses.
1. Anna requires water to fight effectively, the more water she manipulates the more sluggish her attacks become.
2. Fire based attacks directed at her person, especially when water supplies are scarce, are particularly effective. This allows even an ordinary person with some smarts to kill her with a flamethrower or similar long-duration high intensity flame weapon.
3. Electricity is heavily effective against Wraiths because of the conductivity of water, it causes them immense pain, interferes with their ability to use their abilities and can even kill them after a great enough duration. (Though this requires an incredibly powerful charge over an extended period of time, it is far more effective to use it as a prelude to another attack.)
4. Constant attacks require her to direct her attention to defence and regeneration, so little and often tends to be more effective than one or two powerful attacks. This could in theory allow a fast opponent with an ordinary sword to kill her just by overcoming her regeneration factor, provided she was outside of water (and therefore it was finite.)
5. Holy magic is effective against the spirit within Anna, causing the same damage is would cause against any undead.
6. Modern day explosives can do significant enough damage to prevent her from regenerating using water, though it does require a fairly large bang.
7. She is most effective against organic opponents, opponents who are heavily armoured or non-living having an advantage against her attacks.
Backstory: Anna was born in Ireland sometime in the 1800’s. Her backstory is not really something most people would want to read, though one can assume that she died either on or shortly after her wedding day by drowning, and the circumstances were incredibly tragic. This likely means she was either murdered or committed suicide, perhaps time will reveal more.
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The Tired Old Gun
First Name: Jonah
Nicknames: The Walker, The Drifter, The Wanderer, (tired) Old Gun, (among others)
Age: 138 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Caucasian-American
Appearance:
Appearing Age: Between 55-65 years old
Hair: Just short of shoulder-length, unkempt, full, mostly grey with black strands.
Facial Hair: Full beard and moustache, hanging just below the jaw, mostly grey with a black tint.
Eye Colour: Green
Height: 5ft 11”
Weight: 75kg
Build: Wiry/Athletic
Clothing: Varies, if undescribed mostly likely wearing a brown duster coat, brown riding chaps, dirty black leather boots, and a stained grey undershirt. The only consistent item of clothing one can expect is his trusty brown felt cowboy hat.
Physical Characteristics:
Hand: Left Handed
Foot: Left Footed
Movement Range: Capable of minor acrobatics, fairly competent parkour, jumping height of around 6-8 feet, range of around 25 feet in long jump with a short run up.
Strength: Disproportionate, capable of the most extreme feats within human capabilities, but not beyond. (In simple terms, he could bench around 400kg of weight, allowing him to manhandle light opponents with ease and deliver powerful strikes. The rest of his muscles are comparative to this degree of upper body strength, allowing him to conceivably leg press much more.)
Agility: Though difficult to determine, Jonah’s reactions and agility are far beyond anything humans should be capable of, acting out the motion of drawing his weapon for example in fractions of a second. The closest estimate would place his agility at roughly three times that of the fastest human martial artists.
Durability: Unsurprisingly, his body seems to maintain itself particularly well under duress, lending him supernatural durability of a man roughly five times his size, increasing the difficulty of damaging his body by that same amount.
Endurance: As a result of his healing factor, Jonah ironically doesn’t get tired easily. He can fight under continued duress for up to an hour without any obvious signs of slowing down. (Though his personality tends to cause him to outwardly exhibit signs of fatigue often, this does not translate to literal muscle fatigue.)
Healing Factor: The bane of Jonah’s existence, his body is capable of regenerating cells at an advanced rate, reducing his aging process considerably and speeding up his healing by roughly three times. Extremely urgent wounds have a tendency to heal even faster, though this would make little outcome on the immediate circumstances of any conflict if he could survive a battle after sustaining a normally fatal wound it would likely be healed within a few days. His response to poisons, hallucinogens, and other nasty chemicals is somewhat different to a humans, in that his reaction to them is tempered significantly. Though they are all still effective there is no poison that could outright kill him in a single dose, and most chemical effects last far shorter periods of time.
Speed: In terms of pure running speed, Jonah isn’t particularly impressive, due to a seeming unwillingness to run around all that much. He could probably top 20mph at a flat out sprint, but such actions are rare.
Perception: With an inhuman perception, often likened to that of an eagle, Jonah could easily pick out the etchings on a bullet flying towards his head, and probably narrowly avoid it as well. Interestingly, his eyes are completely unaffected by the normally blinding effects of direct sunlight.
Senses: Other than eyesight, Jonah is not much different from any other human, though a lifetime of pain has allowed him to grow more accustomed to it than any human before him, his tolerance is such that he rarely if ever balks from any wound given to him.
Firearms:
Spouse: Six shot revolver, if its holder desires it takes on its true form, seen above, it is known to be particularly effective against the undead, seemingly imbuing ordinary rounds fired from it with some sort of holy quality. Otherwise it is normal.
Mistress: Six shot revolver, if its holder desires it takes on its true form, seen above, with a much darker decal. It has the innate ability to imbue ordinary rounds with a shadowy quality that allows them to by-pass solid structures, provided they are not touched by organic matter. Wounds suffered from Mistress are known to fester and inflame incredibly quickly, causing additional pain in a matter of seconds.
Magical properties:
The Shadow: Jonah’s shadow sits behind him regardless of the direction of the sun, betraying its supernatural properties. Though it follows the physics of an ordinary shadow in that its strongest in direct sunlight facing towards him, it still remains dimly even at night or in complete darkness.
All of Jonah’s magic is dependent on this shadow, if magic would be the right term for it. In ideal conditions when the shadow is strongest he has a large volume of power with which to use his abilities. Where-as in the worst possible conditions (strong sunlight directly behind him or a complete lack of light) he has only fifty percent of his total power. His abilities drain his shadow, reducing it and by extension the power of any further abilities he uses by a relative percentage) The shadow seems to restore itself at the stroke of midnight each night, and not a moment before.
Tired Gun: The ability for which Jonah was named, The Tired Gun is a state in which Jonah’s already formidable marksmanship and reflexes are further advanced by an inward slowing of the world around him, this reduces (to his own perception) everything around him to half the speed, save his own actions, which are only reduced by around 75%. There is a cost to the technique however, as his shadow is drained, to the degree that thirty seconds in the Tired Gun state would cut his shadow by half.
Shaded Volley: The limitations of a six shot revolver grow unimportant under the influence of this ability, which drains his shadow by 5% for each shot he fires. Essentially, it allows him to fire shadow rounds from his weapon, which form within the chamber of the weapon itself removing his need to reload. The rounds are similar in almost every-way to his normal bullets, except they are unique in that they pass through inorganic matter cleanly, though harder substances reduce the eventual impact damage so armour is not rendered completely useless.
The Reaper’s Cloak: A failsafe built into his accursed shadow, hostile attacks are unconsciously deflected by his shadow at a significant cost, and the ability only works until the shadow is at 25% of its power (which would allow him one such saving throw in the shadows weakest form). Each blow blocked in this fashion costs 25% of the shadow’s power regardless of its force, though to activate it has to pose a certain degree of threat, so crippling, wounding or straight up killing blows only. If a particularly powerful attack is predicted, the shadow reacts by preparing itself in a similar fashion, though the additional time it receives seems to result in the same power cost. (This is where the tier system comes into his power, allowing him some protection from powerful charged magical attacks.)
The Touch of the Dark: Jonah’s only real protection from psychological attacks and magic, Jonah’s shadow can reach out at a distance of around fifty feet in four different directions, the thin streams can detect obstructions and people if they come into contact with them, relaying the information to Jonah. Though it can be avoided by nimble opponents, the shadows are none-the-less very quick, though they are limited to ground contact only. Flying opponents are immune.
The Long Shadow: Arguably the most powerful of Jonah’s abilities, with the equally high cost of whatever remains of his shadow, The Long Shadow has an effect proportional to the shadow price paid, and can only be activated after a period of sustained combat (On the fifth of my turns after initiation of combat) Growing tall and dark behind Jonah, the shadow begins to move out of sync with his own movements, raising its arms high and then literally bursting through Jonah. With an effective cone of effect equal to ten feet in radius and length for every 10% of the shadows remaining strength, anyone caught in its effect is forced to undergo a terrifying experience within a shaded world. Whatever scenery happens to be around the fighters seemingly rots and melts away and shaded humanoids attack those drawn in by the attack with a multitude of slashing razor sharp claws. It’s nigh on impossible to avoid taking grievous harm at this point, as the volume of shades is so great, however some opponents may be more resistant to large numbers of gouging attacks than others. The time in which they are forced to defend themselves from these invulnerable shades is roughly three seconds for every 10% of the shadow used. Even with a somehow fully powered shadow the torment only lasts thirty seconds, before everyone involved is thrust back into the real world.
Some Technical Stuff: Obviously, there is likely to be situations where Jonah is forced into worse conditions for his shadow power, or likewise moves into more favourable conditions. For simplicity sake, there are three main conditions.
Favourable: Examples of favourable conditions are strong sunlight in front of him, or other powerful light sources, this causes his shadow to jump to its max capacity of 100%
Neutral: Sunlight above him, average light levels inside, overcast days. 75%
Unfavourable: Sunlight directly behind him, very low light levels, artificial darkness. 50%
The effect this has on the usable shadow is relative, for example should he have used 25% power of a total of 100% leaving him with 75/100 power, and then he is forced into complete darkness, he will be left with 37.5/50 power. Likewise, should he then step into neutral conditions he will be left with 57/75 power. The percentage will be rounded up and what-not for simplicity as it’s only a rough guideline of how much power he has at any one time. Ultimately, you as the opponent don’t need to worry much about this, it will be recorded at the bottom of each post how much remaining shadow exists. Oh, the joys of a mana pool. Or shadow pool in this case. Hopefully however the light conditions of combat won’t change significantly.
First Name: Jonah
Nicknames: The Walker, The Drifter, The Wanderer, (tired) Old Gun, (among others)
Age: 138 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Caucasian-American
Appearance:
Appearing Age: Between 55-65 years old
Hair: Just short of shoulder-length, unkempt, full, mostly grey with black strands.
Facial Hair: Full beard and moustache, hanging just below the jaw, mostly grey with a black tint.
Eye Colour: Green
Height: 5ft 11”
Weight: 75kg
Build: Wiry/Athletic
Clothing: Varies, if undescribed mostly likely wearing a brown duster coat, brown riding chaps, dirty black leather boots, and a stained grey undershirt. The only consistent item of clothing one can expect is his trusty brown felt cowboy hat.
Physical Characteristics:
Hand: Left Handed
Foot: Left Footed
Movement Range: Capable of minor acrobatics, fairly competent parkour, jumping height of around 6-8 feet, range of around 25 feet in long jump with a short run up.
Strength: Disproportionate, capable of the most extreme feats within human capabilities, but not beyond. (In simple terms, he could bench around 400kg of weight, allowing him to manhandle light opponents with ease and deliver powerful strikes. The rest of his muscles are comparative to this degree of upper body strength, allowing him to conceivably leg press much more.)
Agility: Though difficult to determine, Jonah’s reactions and agility are far beyond anything humans should be capable of, acting out the motion of drawing his weapon for example in fractions of a second. The closest estimate would place his agility at roughly three times that of the fastest human martial artists.
Durability: Unsurprisingly, his body seems to maintain itself particularly well under duress, lending him supernatural durability of a man roughly five times his size, increasing the difficulty of damaging his body by that same amount.
Endurance: As a result of his healing factor, Jonah ironically doesn’t get tired easily. He can fight under continued duress for up to an hour without any obvious signs of slowing down. (Though his personality tends to cause him to outwardly exhibit signs of fatigue often, this does not translate to literal muscle fatigue.)
Healing Factor: The bane of Jonah’s existence, his body is capable of regenerating cells at an advanced rate, reducing his aging process considerably and speeding up his healing by roughly three times. Extremely urgent wounds have a tendency to heal even faster, though this would make little outcome on the immediate circumstances of any conflict if he could survive a battle after sustaining a normally fatal wound it would likely be healed within a few days. His response to poisons, hallucinogens, and other nasty chemicals is somewhat different to a humans, in that his reaction to them is tempered significantly. Though they are all still effective there is no poison that could outright kill him in a single dose, and most chemical effects last far shorter periods of time.
Speed: In terms of pure running speed, Jonah isn’t particularly impressive, due to a seeming unwillingness to run around all that much. He could probably top 20mph at a flat out sprint, but such actions are rare.
Perception: With an inhuman perception, often likened to that of an eagle, Jonah could easily pick out the etchings on a bullet flying towards his head, and probably narrowly avoid it as well. Interestingly, his eyes are completely unaffected by the normally blinding effects of direct sunlight.
Senses: Other than eyesight, Jonah is not much different from any other human, though a lifetime of pain has allowed him to grow more accustomed to it than any human before him, his tolerance is such that he rarely if ever balks from any wound given to him.
Firearms:
Spouse: Six shot revolver, if its holder desires it takes on its true form, seen above, it is known to be particularly effective against the undead, seemingly imbuing ordinary rounds fired from it with some sort of holy quality. Otherwise it is normal.
Mistress: Six shot revolver, if its holder desires it takes on its true form, seen above, with a much darker decal. It has the innate ability to imbue ordinary rounds with a shadowy quality that allows them to by-pass solid structures, provided they are not touched by organic matter. Wounds suffered from Mistress are known to fester and inflame incredibly quickly, causing additional pain in a matter of seconds.
Magical properties:
The Shadow: Jonah’s shadow sits behind him regardless of the direction of the sun, betraying its supernatural properties. Though it follows the physics of an ordinary shadow in that its strongest in direct sunlight facing towards him, it still remains dimly even at night or in complete darkness.
All of Jonah’s magic is dependent on this shadow, if magic would be the right term for it. In ideal conditions when the shadow is strongest he has a large volume of power with which to use his abilities. Where-as in the worst possible conditions (strong sunlight directly behind him or a complete lack of light) he has only fifty percent of his total power. His abilities drain his shadow, reducing it and by extension the power of any further abilities he uses by a relative percentage) The shadow seems to restore itself at the stroke of midnight each night, and not a moment before.
Tired Gun: The ability for which Jonah was named, The Tired Gun is a state in which Jonah’s already formidable marksmanship and reflexes are further advanced by an inward slowing of the world around him, this reduces (to his own perception) everything around him to half the speed, save his own actions, which are only reduced by around 75%. There is a cost to the technique however, as his shadow is drained, to the degree that thirty seconds in the Tired Gun state would cut his shadow by half.
Shaded Volley: The limitations of a six shot revolver grow unimportant under the influence of this ability, which drains his shadow by 5% for each shot he fires. Essentially, it allows him to fire shadow rounds from his weapon, which form within the chamber of the weapon itself removing his need to reload. The rounds are similar in almost every-way to his normal bullets, except they are unique in that they pass through inorganic matter cleanly, though harder substances reduce the eventual impact damage so armour is not rendered completely useless.
The Reaper’s Cloak: A failsafe built into his accursed shadow, hostile attacks are unconsciously deflected by his shadow at a significant cost, and the ability only works until the shadow is at 25% of its power (which would allow him one such saving throw in the shadows weakest form). Each blow blocked in this fashion costs 25% of the shadow’s power regardless of its force, though to activate it has to pose a certain degree of threat, so crippling, wounding or straight up killing blows only. If a particularly powerful attack is predicted, the shadow reacts by preparing itself in a similar fashion, though the additional time it receives seems to result in the same power cost. (This is where the tier system comes into his power, allowing him some protection from powerful charged magical attacks.)
The Touch of the Dark: Jonah’s only real protection from psychological attacks and magic, Jonah’s shadow can reach out at a distance of around fifty feet in four different directions, the thin streams can detect obstructions and people if they come into contact with them, relaying the information to Jonah. Though it can be avoided by nimble opponents, the shadows are none-the-less very quick, though they are limited to ground contact only. Flying opponents are immune.
The Long Shadow: Arguably the most powerful of Jonah’s abilities, with the equally high cost of whatever remains of his shadow, The Long Shadow has an effect proportional to the shadow price paid, and can only be activated after a period of sustained combat (On the fifth of my turns after initiation of combat) Growing tall and dark behind Jonah, the shadow begins to move out of sync with his own movements, raising its arms high and then literally bursting through Jonah. With an effective cone of effect equal to ten feet in radius and length for every 10% of the shadows remaining strength, anyone caught in its effect is forced to undergo a terrifying experience within a shaded world. Whatever scenery happens to be around the fighters seemingly rots and melts away and shaded humanoids attack those drawn in by the attack with a multitude of slashing razor sharp claws. It’s nigh on impossible to avoid taking grievous harm at this point, as the volume of shades is so great, however some opponents may be more resistant to large numbers of gouging attacks than others. The time in which they are forced to defend themselves from these invulnerable shades is roughly three seconds for every 10% of the shadow used. Even with a somehow fully powered shadow the torment only lasts thirty seconds, before everyone involved is thrust back into the real world.
Some Technical Stuff: Obviously, there is likely to be situations where Jonah is forced into worse conditions for his shadow power, or likewise moves into more favourable conditions. For simplicity sake, there are three main conditions.
Favourable: Examples of favourable conditions are strong sunlight in front of him, or other powerful light sources, this causes his shadow to jump to its max capacity of 100%
Neutral: Sunlight above him, average light levels inside, overcast days. 75%
Unfavourable: Sunlight directly behind him, very low light levels, artificial darkness. 50%
The effect this has on the usable shadow is relative, for example should he have used 25% power of a total of 100% leaving him with 75/100 power, and then he is forced into complete darkness, he will be left with 37.5/50 power. Likewise, should he then step into neutral conditions he will be left with 57/75 power. The percentage will be rounded up and what-not for simplicity as it’s only a rough guideline of how much power he has at any one time. Ultimately, you as the opponent don’t need to worry much about this, it will be recorded at the bottom of each post how much remaining shadow exists. Oh, the joys of a mana pool. Or shadow pool in this case. Hopefully however the light conditions of combat won’t change significantly.
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Tier Level
Cold Fury: 5 or Mid Powered
Unbridled Fury: 6 or High Powered
Nicknamed: Fury / The Fury
Race: Fireen. (Alt-Humans)
Homeworld: Antire (Alt-Earth)
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, looks around 30.
Character Tier: Intermediate – High depending on form.
Character Type: Critical Character- Active Multiverse Participant
Appearance:
Build: Thick-set, heavily muscled, broad shoulders, little fat. He weighs 120kg, and stands at 6ft 3”.
Personality: Very angry, single minded, average intelligence, sadistic and cruel, ruthless.
[Intermediate] Equipment: Fury relies on his military training and advanced energy powers in battle, however he is somewhat protected by Antireen Mail, futuristic armor with the durability of steel and Kevlar coupled but with an overall weight of little more than 20 pounds. It allows for increased flexibility, with little cost to protection. It covers his entire body relatively closely, although the gauntlets have been lost, the collar in the picture is relatively accurate except closer to his neck and slightly lower down. However, he lost his helm in his fall, and his armour is in a state of disrepair. After ‘joining’ the Angar-Ryllans they provided him with an upgrade, augmenting his armour to protect him from powerful shots. It deflects cuts from steel weaponry and most human firearms, at anything below T2 he’s almost invulnerable. Interestingly its blunt attacks which are most effective against the armour, because it’s the nature of ‘advanced’ factions to believe that blunt attacks are the least likely they’re to face. They also kindly gave him some gloves to match, which fortunately do not affect his energy draining abilities because at such proximity it doesn’t really matter. They have similar properties to the rest of his armour.
Pre-Antire’s destruction
[Low] Skills: Advanced military training, in the weaponry of the Fireen. This includes futuristic and well balanced swords maces and spears. As well as a host of other weaponry, including some projectile weapons like crossbows. Also includes all the endurance training etc. which comes with advanced military training.
[Low] Disciplined mind allows certain resistance to psychological warfare or magic. (effects dulled by Fury see below)
[Intermediate] Control of energy flow, at a basic level, allows for weak shields and pushes to be delivered.
[Low] Three years in construction and demolition.
Although the skills from his past life remained the same, some key additions were made from the power of the Void. Manadar, or Fury as he was now known, has two base forms/fighting styles. They are dubbed ‘Cold Fury’ and ‘Unbridled Fury’.
Cold Fury
Attributes
[High] Immortality (Agelessness, but also with the ability to reform from all but the most decisive of deaths, this also allows him to heal relatively quickly at a passive rate, by sacrificing energy for the cause.)
[Intermediate]Strength: Roughly able to lift 10 tonnes of weight.
[Intermediate] Speed: 100mph max speed, naturally.
[Low] Reflexes 2X natural. (When concentrating he can react at twice the speed possible for a human.)
[Intermediate] Durability/Endurance: His body is unnaturally durable by any standards, no human could injure him through physical force, though more powerful gunshot could pierce the skin, and explosives tend to knock him back, but still scorch.
Abilities:
[Intermediate] Energy Flow – Allows for fine manipulation of energy, which comes from the stockpile within his body. He can use Energy Flow to spot otherwise hidden opponents, within reason, and draw on his other powers. Energy Flow, and embracing the Void, has also given him the ability to manipulate energy around his body, strengthening certain areas, fighting off disease and infection/poison as well as a multitude of other magical effects, and allowing him to increase his maximum speed and strength at the cost of a lot of energy. None of these are perfect, but it’s difficult to defeat him easily with anything other than a proper scrap.
[Intermediate] Energy shielding – Fury relies on energy to shield himself from most forms of harm, which can be bolstered by charge. It can be pierced most easily at melee range, which suits him fine. It’s distorting to magical effects which aren’t physical in nature, but not able to completely block them out.
[Intermediate] Energy throw – Basically forces energy in a direction, could be in the form of a push or even as a shield.
[Intermediate] Telekinesis - Can be used to manipulate objects within half his physical lift range. Requires concentration and is ineffective against living opponents.
[Intermediate]Energy spear – Similar to energy throw, but a more concentrated and lethal technique which manifests itself in a blue spear like shape visible to the human eye. He can launch it forward, with enough force to cut through steel. But he cannot change its direction mid-flight. It flies at a speed roughly the same as a bullet fired from a modern day pistol. Its power is proportional to charge.
[Intermediate]Energy Disc – A slicing crescent of energy, similar to the spear except it’s a crescent and that it flies slower, deals less damage on contact, but can be controlled mid-flight within a 20 metre radius.
[High]Energy Sink – Periodically restores his energy by absorbing it from the area around him. This can affect opponents to some degree, if they have no/rudimentary shielding. The draining ability is calculated through a numbers system. It would start at a default of 5% in Unbridled fury, and 3% in Cold Fury. Then, take away the opponents Tier/Defences, say a tier 6. Leaving him with -1 in unbridled fury in this example. Then, add on my characters own tier, in this case 5. Giving me a grand total of 4% energy drain. Through physical contact this energy is taken every second, so after five seconds you will have lost 20% of your total energy. (However, it must be sustained, blows do not count towards this total) And in vicinity draining. (Which works at the same rate in a 20 meter radius, regardless of if the opponent is 20 or 5 meters away, the percentage of energy drained is taken periodically, every 10 or so seconds.)
To account for this powerful passive advantage, Fury is always losing energy, At a 1% rate of loss every ten seconds in cold fury, and five percent in unbridled fury. Terrains such as grassland/areas with high life etc reduce this loss to half.)
[High] Energy Sink – Contact – If Fury establishes direct contact with his opponent, say grasping them round the neck, the energy absorption is X10 and can force its way through all but the most advanced shields. Within thirty seconds, the opponent would be completely fatigued. Within a minute, dead. Having more or less energy stored in your body does not effect this in anyway, as more energy = more absorbed due to less energy resistance, less energy = less absorbed.
[Intermediate] Flight – Fury can fly using his energy as a propulsion system, he can reach speeds of up to 150 mph.
Unbridled Fury
Attributes
[High] Immortality
[Intermediate] Energy seal: Significant wounds are plugged with energy, until they eventually heal given enough time and energy. This is a lot faster in combat, especially in Unbridled Fury, but also takes place at a lesser rate in his ‘reverted’ form.
[High] Strength: Fury’s madness means that when he enters the unbridled stage, his strength now multiplies significantly, to accommodate for his lack of mental capacity. Beginning at a cool 50 tonnes of weight (through rapid energy loss, as a secondary flaw.) he can steadily increase his strength to a breaking point of roughly 100 tonnes, while his body strengthens itself with energy to accommodate. The main down-side to this is within a minute of activating such strength he has no energy left to fight with, causing a rapid degradation of strength and a reversion to cold fury, or death, if the fight is still on.
[Intermediate] Speed: His speed is the same, 100 mph, however he’s more likely to waste energy augmenting it at this point. His max realistic speed is only 200 mph though.
[Intermediate] Reflexes: Fury sees in energy in his mad unbridled stage, so he can be faster than usual, but also blinded by his own anger.
[High] Durability/Endurance: Fury is at his most formidable when in Unbridled Fury, fortunately his body strengthens itself impressively. With massive energy shielding (at the cost of energy, hence why this stage is so unpredicatable.) he can make himself invulnerable to nearly every weapon currently at humanity’s disposal, even a nuclear blast could be survived, if at least half a mile from the epic-centre. Breaking down the shields is tough, but because of the finite nature of his energy reservoir in this form many intermediate attacks are more effective than one big attack. He could in theory be worn down by a few clips from a machine gun for example.
[High] Abilities: Forceful Energy Flow – Allows for more force to be applied in energy techniques, at the cost of fine control and at lower energy efficiency. (Basically he loses energy at a faster rate)
[High] Energy crush: Throws around massive amounts of energy, rather than what would be the equivalent of a forceful push, this attack now becomes more akin to being hit with a Boeing 747.
[High] Energy skin: Though not in any way conscious, Fury leaks energy at such a dangerous rate that he actually forms a skin-like shield around himself, which protects him from most ranged and magical threats to an extent. It grows thicker and stronger the longer the fight goes on/longer he goes without taking hits, but it can’t really be bolstered consciously.
[High] Macrokinesis: Similar to telekinesis, except with no fine control. Only large objects with massive energy consumption and forceful attacks, he can lift any object at his maximum physical lift in this stage.
[High] Energy Blast: (Dare I say Kamehameha?) Basically a huge wave of energy blasted from his hands. Charges increase force.
[High] Energy sink: The energy fails to cover his outward energy loss, however if contact is establishes the energy draining effects X10 passive.
[High]Martial Force: Imbues melee hits with pure unbridled energy and force, doubling the force of any hits which land, so if he hits you in this stage its more akin to being hit by someone with twice his strength. This doesn’t allow him to lift anymore though, because that would be too costly in energy.
[High]Power Burst: Costly energy nova, causes a wave of force to burst out from himself in a circle. Useful for taking down zerging opponents in one blast. Leaves him wasted, and reverts him to Cold Fury.
Flight: (Same as above)
[High] The Void
The Void is a powerful energy destroying Entity which exists within Fury. It has broken down his will and replaced it with its own, seeking only revenge for its destruction and subsequent imprisonment within the Fireen. Its anger is directed at Skallagrim specifically, and it will stop at nothing to destroy him and his entire race.
It allows Fury to do most of the energy manipulating things he does, but also provides him with a powerful passive advantage. His mind is almost entirely consumed by the Void, and so any would be physic attackers get a nasty surprise. Though someone smart enough could possibly barter with the Void, to avoid having to fight its Vessel.
Cold Fury: 5 or Mid Powered
Unbridled Fury: 6 or High Powered
Manadar Rane
"He who fights monsters should take care not to become one"
-Nietzche
-Nietzche
Nicknamed: Fury / The Fury
Race: Fireen. (Alt-Humans)
Homeworld: Antire (Alt-Earth)
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, looks around 30.
Character Tier: Intermediate – High depending on form.
Character Type: Critical Character- Active Multiverse Participant
Appearance:
Build: Thick-set, heavily muscled, broad shoulders, little fat. He weighs 120kg, and stands at 6ft 3”.
Personality: Very angry, single minded, average intelligence, sadistic and cruel, ruthless.
[Intermediate] Equipment: Fury relies on his military training and advanced energy powers in battle, however he is somewhat protected by Antireen Mail, futuristic armor with the durability of steel and Kevlar coupled but with an overall weight of little more than 20 pounds. It allows for increased flexibility, with little cost to protection. It covers his entire body relatively closely, although the gauntlets have been lost, the collar in the picture is relatively accurate except closer to his neck and slightly lower down. However, he lost his helm in his fall, and his armour is in a state of disrepair. After ‘joining’ the Angar-Ryllans they provided him with an upgrade, augmenting his armour to protect him from powerful shots. It deflects cuts from steel weaponry and most human firearms, at anything below T2 he’s almost invulnerable. Interestingly its blunt attacks which are most effective against the armour, because it’s the nature of ‘advanced’ factions to believe that blunt attacks are the least likely they’re to face. They also kindly gave him some gloves to match, which fortunately do not affect his energy draining abilities because at such proximity it doesn’t really matter. They have similar properties to the rest of his armour.
Pre-Antire’s destruction
[Low] Skills: Advanced military training, in the weaponry of the Fireen. This includes futuristic and well balanced swords maces and spears. As well as a host of other weaponry, including some projectile weapons like crossbows. Also includes all the endurance training etc. which comes with advanced military training.
[Low] Disciplined mind allows certain resistance to psychological warfare or magic. (effects dulled by Fury see below)
[Intermediate] Control of energy flow, at a basic level, allows for weak shields and pushes to be delivered.
[Low] Three years in construction and demolition.
The Fireen and Antire
All Fireen have an innate ability to manipulate energy, which has meant their advance through the ages has changed course significantly from that of Humanity. Their weaponry resembled archaic and medieval tools of warfare, yet they have been developed with a significantly more dangerous design.
Antire was a relatively peaceful planet, with the Fireen able to work past their differences through the applications of energy flow. Masters of the technique came together, and began teaching members of all nations, allowing a sense of cooperation to spread through Antire. It couldn’t have come close enough, as war was threatening to pull everything they had worked for apart.
However, not much more than one hundred years after the formation of the Energy centre, the Fireen’s peaceful existence came to an end. The two sides of the centre drove opposing nations to war, for some believed the gift of energy manipulation, or Antireen Control as it was known to them, was an advantage that should be pressed in war. While others saw the shielding of others and the healing of the injured and sick as a more noble pursuit.
Although the Fireen worked past their differences more often than they came to conflict, the wars waged were significantly more brutal than earths own. Cities would fall, families would be torn apart, and hundreds would die for a cause they did not agree with or even fully understand.
As the war faced its closing months, the victors, who of course were in favour of aggressive use of Antireen Control, began to spend special units in to investigate causes of concern or interest. One such location was found deep within enemy territory, and believed to be a new kind of projectile energy weapon, a last ditch attempt by the ‘Shielders’ as it were. However, the group discovered a waking entity beyond their comprehension. Beyond that, nothingness, whatever Antire was, or may have been was wiped away. The moments where they first came into contact with a being not of their world, was one of the last moments on Antire, before the entire world was destroyed in a cataclysmic blast.
Manadar Rane
Manadar’s part in the events which unfolded, in the meeting which spelled Antire and the Fireen’s doom, was a small one. He was little more than a pawn, an insignificant soldier following orders like the rest.
The day had dawned like any other; he had woken to the sound of his communicator buzzing. Smiled at the message his mother had left. His smile had grown even broader when he read the message his pregnant fiancé had left. When he had looked outside, his smile dropped from his face as he stared out into the night. Drawn back into remembering what was ahead of him, one more night op, another game of dice with death.
Even in the meagre glow of energy lamps, the base had sprawled out in front of him, evidently visible. They were still in ‘Aggressors’ territory, he had reminded himself, so safety was ensured. The ‘Shielders’ wouldn’t dare to attack here. Regardless of how obvious they had made their position, and their intentions.
Still, the worry did not carry over to the mission itself; his team were one of the best the Fireen had to offer, the best technology, the best training. He just hoped he didn’t let the team down. Damn, but he had worried about that mission, as if somehow he knew what was in store, yet he would never have guessed exactly what would transpire in ‘Shielder’ territory.
Outfitted in customary spec-ops armour, which could basically be described as futuristic mail with a lightweight but durable design, and his favourite weapon a four and a half foot buster sword, lined with energy for cutting through armoured targets, he set off. His team had tracked the energy signature for a short while, before they started to feel its effects. Dulled senses, fatigue, one of the group had fallen to the ground completely drained. Manadar had some training in this respect, his father being a keen practitioner of Antireen shielding, so when the draining effects hit him he blocked them out. With some effort and loss of concentration, albeit.
It had been this loss of concentration which had allowed him to fall into a trap, forced down the hill tops beating at his aggressor. They had separated half way down, his attacker colliding into a tree with a sickening thud. Not particularly pleasant, but it hardly bothered Manadar as he struggled to control his descent.
He was unsure of how far he had fallen, eventually the ground around him became loose and gritty, like dirt or sand. He had found himself falling into the dark…
When he had dragged himself to his feet, he had felt himself drawn further into the narrow cave system he had found himself in. Curiously, he had activated the lighting system and followed the energy signature deep into the bowels of the earth.
Something incomprehensible awaited him, it seemed to flood his mind with a pure bright light, and then the earth was torn asunder and he remembered nothing more.
He found himself spaced… drifting lifelessly in the black abyss. When his eyes flickered open, a booming voice echoed in the vaults of his mind, ‘I AM THE VOID. YOU ARE MY FURY.’
He had no idea how long he spent in space… his eyes seeing only the face of the being which destroyed his planet. Placed there by the vengeful entity whose power he inherited. His anger grew, but he could do nothing. Eventually he drifted too close to a star and absorbed some of its power. He felt himself growing inside. However this time… the disjunction did not come. He grew mad in the eternal darkness, losing himself, becoming the real Fury.
Post-Antire’s destruction
Fury drifted through space for some time, until a chance adventure in the Volcanic Plains saw him confront his greatest foe, Skallagrim. In that confrontation he fought naively, unused to his powers, and was bested by a great tower of plasma after dealing his enemy only token damage. His fate was to be launched far and to heal slowly, the wound to his pride greater perhaps than that of his soul.
Fury was later taken in by the Angar-Ryllans, albeit in a relationship based off mutual aims rather than any real sense of duty. As part of the Angar-Ryllans, Fury took part in the invasion of Alternate Earth, defeating the planet's greatest super-hero General Freedom by entering his Unbridled form. The Hero was captured and the planet capitulated, though Fury was forced to commit atrocities to carry out his aims, his participation likely resulted in far less deaths than if the Angar-Ryllans had carried out their original plan of morale breaking orbital bombardment.
Immediately after the invasion, Fury saw himself transported to a planet through a wormhole in the Multiverse, and came across an energy signature similar to Skallagrim. He raced to the scene and attacked without thinking, accidentally mistaking someone who had entered the Nexus for the Dreamer himself. This fated encounter saw him enter combat with the hero of Pundambuya, Kanitah. They fought to a standstill, after which Fury retreated thoughtfully, wondering about the power of Kanitah's device.
Fury went off the radar for a while, though still part of the Angar-Ryllans, carrying out raids on planets and fighting numerous creatures and individuals. Eventually though, he sensed a familiar presence and sought out Kanitah for a rematch of sorts. Their battle was long and arduous, with both suffering great wounds, but Fury's power garnered from the Void was too much for the aged Hero, and he fell in battle. The Angar-Ryllan removed the World Machine from Kanitah and began to work upon it, later creating the World Machine Mk 2 for integration with Fury's armour.
Finally, equipped with the greatest weapon available to the energy dependant Fireen, Fury learned of Skallagrim's capture at the hands of Angar-Ryllan forces. Refused the right to slay him, he went rogue and tracked Skallagrim down, engaging him in a final climatic battle that still rages on.
All Fireen have an innate ability to manipulate energy, which has meant their advance through the ages has changed course significantly from that of Humanity. Their weaponry resembled archaic and medieval tools of warfare, yet they have been developed with a significantly more dangerous design.
Antire was a relatively peaceful planet, with the Fireen able to work past their differences through the applications of energy flow. Masters of the technique came together, and began teaching members of all nations, allowing a sense of cooperation to spread through Antire. It couldn’t have come close enough, as war was threatening to pull everything they had worked for apart.
However, not much more than one hundred years after the formation of the Energy centre, the Fireen’s peaceful existence came to an end. The two sides of the centre drove opposing nations to war, for some believed the gift of energy manipulation, or Antireen Control as it was known to them, was an advantage that should be pressed in war. While others saw the shielding of others and the healing of the injured and sick as a more noble pursuit.
Although the Fireen worked past their differences more often than they came to conflict, the wars waged were significantly more brutal than earths own. Cities would fall, families would be torn apart, and hundreds would die for a cause they did not agree with or even fully understand.
As the war faced its closing months, the victors, who of course were in favour of aggressive use of Antireen Control, began to spend special units in to investigate causes of concern or interest. One such location was found deep within enemy territory, and believed to be a new kind of projectile energy weapon, a last ditch attempt by the ‘Shielders’ as it were. However, the group discovered a waking entity beyond their comprehension. Beyond that, nothingness, whatever Antire was, or may have been was wiped away. The moments where they first came into contact with a being not of their world, was one of the last moments on Antire, before the entire world was destroyed in a cataclysmic blast.
Manadar Rane
Manadar’s part in the events which unfolded, in the meeting which spelled Antire and the Fireen’s doom, was a small one. He was little more than a pawn, an insignificant soldier following orders like the rest.
The day had dawned like any other; he had woken to the sound of his communicator buzzing. Smiled at the message his mother had left. His smile had grown even broader when he read the message his pregnant fiancé had left. When he had looked outside, his smile dropped from his face as he stared out into the night. Drawn back into remembering what was ahead of him, one more night op, another game of dice with death.
Even in the meagre glow of energy lamps, the base had sprawled out in front of him, evidently visible. They were still in ‘Aggressors’ territory, he had reminded himself, so safety was ensured. The ‘Shielders’ wouldn’t dare to attack here. Regardless of how obvious they had made their position, and their intentions.
Still, the worry did not carry over to the mission itself; his team were one of the best the Fireen had to offer, the best technology, the best training. He just hoped he didn’t let the team down. Damn, but he had worried about that mission, as if somehow he knew what was in store, yet he would never have guessed exactly what would transpire in ‘Shielder’ territory.
Outfitted in customary spec-ops armour, which could basically be described as futuristic mail with a lightweight but durable design, and his favourite weapon a four and a half foot buster sword, lined with energy for cutting through armoured targets, he set off. His team had tracked the energy signature for a short while, before they started to feel its effects. Dulled senses, fatigue, one of the group had fallen to the ground completely drained. Manadar had some training in this respect, his father being a keen practitioner of Antireen shielding, so when the draining effects hit him he blocked them out. With some effort and loss of concentration, albeit.
It had been this loss of concentration which had allowed him to fall into a trap, forced down the hill tops beating at his aggressor. They had separated half way down, his attacker colliding into a tree with a sickening thud. Not particularly pleasant, but it hardly bothered Manadar as he struggled to control his descent.
He was unsure of how far he had fallen, eventually the ground around him became loose and gritty, like dirt or sand. He had found himself falling into the dark…
When he had dragged himself to his feet, he had felt himself drawn further into the narrow cave system he had found himself in. Curiously, he had activated the lighting system and followed the energy signature deep into the bowels of the earth.
Something incomprehensible awaited him, it seemed to flood his mind with a pure bright light, and then the earth was torn asunder and he remembered nothing more.
He found himself spaced… drifting lifelessly in the black abyss. When his eyes flickered open, a booming voice echoed in the vaults of his mind, ‘I AM THE VOID. YOU ARE MY FURY.’
He had no idea how long he spent in space… his eyes seeing only the face of the being which destroyed his planet. Placed there by the vengeful entity whose power he inherited. His anger grew, but he could do nothing. Eventually he drifted too close to a star and absorbed some of its power. He felt himself growing inside. However this time… the disjunction did not come. He grew mad in the eternal darkness, losing himself, becoming the real Fury.
Post-Antire’s destruction
Fury drifted through space for some time, until a chance adventure in the Volcanic Plains saw him confront his greatest foe, Skallagrim. In that confrontation he fought naively, unused to his powers, and was bested by a great tower of plasma after dealing his enemy only token damage. His fate was to be launched far and to heal slowly, the wound to his pride greater perhaps than that of his soul.
Fury was later taken in by the Angar-Ryllans, albeit in a relationship based off mutual aims rather than any real sense of duty. As part of the Angar-Ryllans, Fury took part in the invasion of Alternate Earth, defeating the planet's greatest super-hero General Freedom by entering his Unbridled form. The Hero was captured and the planet capitulated, though Fury was forced to commit atrocities to carry out his aims, his participation likely resulted in far less deaths than if the Angar-Ryllans had carried out their original plan of morale breaking orbital bombardment.
Immediately after the invasion, Fury saw himself transported to a planet through a wormhole in the Multiverse, and came across an energy signature similar to Skallagrim. He raced to the scene and attacked without thinking, accidentally mistaking someone who had entered the Nexus for the Dreamer himself. This fated encounter saw him enter combat with the hero of Pundambuya, Kanitah. They fought to a standstill, after which Fury retreated thoughtfully, wondering about the power of Kanitah's device.
Fury went off the radar for a while, though still part of the Angar-Ryllans, carrying out raids on planets and fighting numerous creatures and individuals. Eventually though, he sensed a familiar presence and sought out Kanitah for a rematch of sorts. Their battle was long and arduous, with both suffering great wounds, but Fury's power garnered from the Void was too much for the aged Hero, and he fell in battle. The Angar-Ryllan removed the World Machine from Kanitah and began to work upon it, later creating the World Machine Mk 2 for integration with Fury's armour.
Finally, equipped with the greatest weapon available to the energy dependant Fireen, Fury learned of Skallagrim's capture at the hands of Angar-Ryllan forces. Refused the right to slay him, he went rogue and tracked Skallagrim down, engaging him in a final climatic battle that still rages on.
Although the skills from his past life remained the same, some key additions were made from the power of the Void. Manadar, or Fury as he was now known, has two base forms/fighting styles. They are dubbed ‘Cold Fury’ and ‘Unbridled Fury’.
Cold Fury
Attributes
[High] Immortality (Agelessness, but also with the ability to reform from all but the most decisive of deaths, this also allows him to heal relatively quickly at a passive rate, by sacrificing energy for the cause.)
[Intermediate]Strength: Roughly able to lift 10 tonnes of weight.
[Intermediate] Speed: 100mph max speed, naturally.
[Low] Reflexes 2X natural. (When concentrating he can react at twice the speed possible for a human.)
[Intermediate] Durability/Endurance: His body is unnaturally durable by any standards, no human could injure him through physical force, though more powerful gunshot could pierce the skin, and explosives tend to knock him back, but still scorch.
Abilities:
[Intermediate] Energy Flow – Allows for fine manipulation of energy, which comes from the stockpile within his body. He can use Energy Flow to spot otherwise hidden opponents, within reason, and draw on his other powers. Energy Flow, and embracing the Void, has also given him the ability to manipulate energy around his body, strengthening certain areas, fighting off disease and infection/poison as well as a multitude of other magical effects, and allowing him to increase his maximum speed and strength at the cost of a lot of energy. None of these are perfect, but it’s difficult to defeat him easily with anything other than a proper scrap.
[Intermediate] Energy shielding – Fury relies on energy to shield himself from most forms of harm, which can be bolstered by charge. It can be pierced most easily at melee range, which suits him fine. It’s distorting to magical effects which aren’t physical in nature, but not able to completely block them out.
[Intermediate] Energy throw – Basically forces energy in a direction, could be in the form of a push or even as a shield.
[Intermediate] Telekinesis - Can be used to manipulate objects within half his physical lift range. Requires concentration and is ineffective against living opponents.
[Intermediate]Energy spear – Similar to energy throw, but a more concentrated and lethal technique which manifests itself in a blue spear like shape visible to the human eye. He can launch it forward, with enough force to cut through steel. But he cannot change its direction mid-flight. It flies at a speed roughly the same as a bullet fired from a modern day pistol. Its power is proportional to charge.
[Intermediate]Energy Disc – A slicing crescent of energy, similar to the spear except it’s a crescent and that it flies slower, deals less damage on contact, but can be controlled mid-flight within a 20 metre radius.
[High]Energy Sink – Periodically restores his energy by absorbing it from the area around him. This can affect opponents to some degree, if they have no/rudimentary shielding. The draining ability is calculated through a numbers system. It would start at a default of 5% in Unbridled fury, and 3% in Cold Fury. Then, take away the opponents Tier/Defences, say a tier 6. Leaving him with -1 in unbridled fury in this example. Then, add on my characters own tier, in this case 5. Giving me a grand total of 4% energy drain. Through physical contact this energy is taken every second, so after five seconds you will have lost 20% of your total energy. (However, it must be sustained, blows do not count towards this total) And in vicinity draining. (Which works at the same rate in a 20 meter radius, regardless of if the opponent is 20 or 5 meters away, the percentage of energy drained is taken periodically, every 10 or so seconds.)
To account for this powerful passive advantage, Fury is always losing energy, At a 1% rate of loss every ten seconds in cold fury, and five percent in unbridled fury. Terrains such as grassland/areas with high life etc reduce this loss to half.)
[High] Energy Sink – Contact – If Fury establishes direct contact with his opponent, say grasping them round the neck, the energy absorption is X10 and can force its way through all but the most advanced shields. Within thirty seconds, the opponent would be completely fatigued. Within a minute, dead. Having more or less energy stored in your body does not effect this in anyway, as more energy = more absorbed due to less energy resistance, less energy = less absorbed.
[Intermediate] Flight – Fury can fly using his energy as a propulsion system, he can reach speeds of up to 150 mph.
Unbridled Fury
Attributes
[High] Immortality
[Intermediate] Energy seal: Significant wounds are plugged with energy, until they eventually heal given enough time and energy. This is a lot faster in combat, especially in Unbridled Fury, but also takes place at a lesser rate in his ‘reverted’ form.
[High] Strength: Fury’s madness means that when he enters the unbridled stage, his strength now multiplies significantly, to accommodate for his lack of mental capacity. Beginning at a cool 50 tonnes of weight (through rapid energy loss, as a secondary flaw.) he can steadily increase his strength to a breaking point of roughly 100 tonnes, while his body strengthens itself with energy to accommodate. The main down-side to this is within a minute of activating such strength he has no energy left to fight with, causing a rapid degradation of strength and a reversion to cold fury, or death, if the fight is still on.
[Intermediate] Speed: His speed is the same, 100 mph, however he’s more likely to waste energy augmenting it at this point. His max realistic speed is only 200 mph though.
[Intermediate] Reflexes: Fury sees in energy in his mad unbridled stage, so he can be faster than usual, but also blinded by his own anger.
[High] Durability/Endurance: Fury is at his most formidable when in Unbridled Fury, fortunately his body strengthens itself impressively. With massive energy shielding (at the cost of energy, hence why this stage is so unpredicatable.) he can make himself invulnerable to nearly every weapon currently at humanity’s disposal, even a nuclear blast could be survived, if at least half a mile from the epic-centre. Breaking down the shields is tough, but because of the finite nature of his energy reservoir in this form many intermediate attacks are more effective than one big attack. He could in theory be worn down by a few clips from a machine gun for example.
[High] Abilities: Forceful Energy Flow – Allows for more force to be applied in energy techniques, at the cost of fine control and at lower energy efficiency. (Basically he loses energy at a faster rate)
[High] Energy crush: Throws around massive amounts of energy, rather than what would be the equivalent of a forceful push, this attack now becomes more akin to being hit with a Boeing 747.
[High] Energy skin: Though not in any way conscious, Fury leaks energy at such a dangerous rate that he actually forms a skin-like shield around himself, which protects him from most ranged and magical threats to an extent. It grows thicker and stronger the longer the fight goes on/longer he goes without taking hits, but it can’t really be bolstered consciously.
[High] Macrokinesis: Similar to telekinesis, except with no fine control. Only large objects with massive energy consumption and forceful attacks, he can lift any object at his maximum physical lift in this stage.
[High] Energy Blast: (Dare I say Kamehameha?) Basically a huge wave of energy blasted from his hands. Charges increase force.
[High] Energy sink: The energy fails to cover his outward energy loss, however if contact is establishes the energy draining effects X10 passive.
[High]Martial Force: Imbues melee hits with pure unbridled energy and force, doubling the force of any hits which land, so if he hits you in this stage its more akin to being hit by someone with twice his strength. This doesn’t allow him to lift anymore though, because that would be too costly in energy.
[High]Power Burst: Costly energy nova, causes a wave of force to burst out from himself in a circle. Useful for taking down zerging opponents in one blast. Leaves him wasted, and reverts him to Cold Fury.
Flight: (Same as above)
[High] The Void
The Void is a powerful energy destroying Entity which exists within Fury. It has broken down his will and replaced it with its own, seeking only revenge for its destruction and subsequent imprisonment within the Fireen. Its anger is directed at Skallagrim specifically, and it will stop at nothing to destroy him and his entire race.
It allows Fury to do most of the energy manipulating things he does, but also provides him with a powerful passive advantage. His mind is almost entirely consumed by the Void, and so any would be physic attackers get a nasty surprise. Though someone smart enough could possibly barter with the Void, to avoid having to fight its Vessel.
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Higan (pronounced Hee-gan)
Race: Ramor (prounounced Ra-more) a race with a number of similarities to humans, they are humanoid mammals with the same number of appendages. The only significant differences are that they are more tolerant to temperature extremes and can last for longer periods of time without water, oxygen, food and sleep. Essentially they are an all-round hardier race of people. Their skin is thicker than a humans, and regardless of climate always dark olive in complexion. The average height for males is 5ft and females slightly higher, and their eyes are somewhat larger on average than a humans. Their life spans range around 60-70 years, even with their modern medical technology.
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Height: 5ft 2”
Weight: 80kg
Appearance: Higan has the characteristic dark olive skin of the Ramor, with broad shoulders and a noticeably muscular body. His eyes are green and his hair is buzz cut and dark brown. He has wide friendly features with an honest looking face, though splashes of scarring tend to mar this image somewhat. The scars are small and livid, running across both of his cheek bones in a seemingly random pattern. They came from exploding glass. In his cockpit he wears a simple pilot outfit which is dark green in colour. The technology of the Ramor has allowed them to produce high-durability weave armour, so despite the seeming simplicity of his clothes they provide him with roughly the same protection as a Kevlar vest.
Personality: Course, honest, rough, determined, intelligent, witty, good humoured.
Physical Traits: Higan is physically impressive, though well within human capability. He can bench roughly 300kg and run at 15mph, his extensive endurance training allows him to remain fighting fit for extended periods of time. His senses are roughly similar to a humans, though he has slightly greater vision, especially in low light conditions.
Skills: Higan is a soldier of the 12th Division, a.k.a L.A.S light armour and support. He has been trained for roughly 10 years to become adept at a number of combat orientated skills, namely.
Hand to hand combat
Firearms training
Endurance training
Scout training/Survival training
Ranger/Sniper training
Demolitions
Artillery
Armoured Support Platform (ASP) piloting
Background: Higan is a member of the 12th division of the Grent Republic's Army, a militaristic state in an alternate earth torn asunder by war. He is unmarried, after recently breaking up with his girlfriend and fiancée of three years, he was born in the republic to an officer of the army and found his path marked out for him.
Equipment: A.S.P
14” Steel Combat Knife
.50 calibre revolver, 6 shot chamber, 6 additional rounds.
Survival Kit (first aid, GPS, flare gun, etc.)
Higan’s main combat capabilities are drawn from his A.S.P, or Armoured Support Platform, which is in colloquial terms a one-man mechanical unit with walker capabilities. It looks roughly like the image below.
A.S.P (130)
The A.S.P is actually in Ramor terms relatively low-powered, serving in a support and scouting role alongside mainline forces.
Height: 12ft
Width: 5ft
Weight: 30 tonnes
Length: 4ft
Armaments: The A.S.P is equipped with primary, secondary and tertiary armaments for a number of different combat scenarios.
Primary: 105mm Rifled A.S.P Gun (basically a tank gun) capable of firing HEAT warheads (similar to 3BK-31) smoke canisters and anti-personel rounds (which fire multiple flechettes). Due to the relatively small storage space for ammunition on the A.S.P 130 it may only carry five of each of these rounds. It can fire roughly twice per minute. Rounds are ejected when spent underneath the barrel through an automatic sliding door.
Secondary: 40mm anti-material rifle, RPM 20, 100 rounds, can be separated from the Mech without breaking, but it weighs just under a tonne and can’t be fired by anything other than the mech.
Tertiary: Anti-Personnel Suppression, Chaingun, .50 cal, 300rpm, 1200 rounds.
Armour: The A.S.P 130 is constructed using plates of titanium sandwiching plates of depleted uranium with alumina tiles worked in (similar to Chobham armour). This gives it a relatively light-weight body while offering significant protection from anti-tank measures. The RHAe values for the armour are as followed.
Front: 800mm
Back: 400mm
Sides: 300mm
Arms: 250mm
Legs: 500mm
Optics: 100mm
Joints: 100mm
Top: 200mm
The Armour is specially designed to resist heat. It does not conduct electricity into the electronics or pilot area. Internal heating systems can adjust for extreme drops in temperature up to -100 degrees, at the cost of hydrogen fuel.
The A.S.P is also equipped with an Active Protection System, which, like modern day tanks, is capable of confusing heat-seeking and other guided missiles with large concentrations of infra-red.
Damage control systems: The A.S.P is equipped with a number of automatic systems similar to those seen in a modern day tank, ammunition is kept in self-contained storage spaces linked to their respective weapon, reducing chance of self-destruction. Fire is automatically fought by internal systems.
Filter System: The A.S.P is essentially a mobile bunker, filtering hostile elements from the air.
Optics: The A.S.P is augmented with an optical sensory unit with a 180 degree depth of view directly in front. This includes a zoom function of up to 60x, night vision, thermal vision, and electric vision. The main weapons are connected to this system and can target and adjust in 0.20 of a second. The pilot still has control over when to fire, and can over-ride targeting systems to manual control if they wish.
Computer System: Linked to Optics, the computer system on the A.S.P can provide the pilot with data based on a rough estimation of a target. It can estimate things like, thickness, speed and weapon calibres.
It has a backup system in place in the case of damage to main optics (which are located roughly where the head would be on a human.) where the armour peels back from directly in front of the pilot’s head, allowing him physical view of around 90 degrees in front through a bullet proof double paned window. This is obviously a major weakness, and is only to be used as a last resort.
Physical Traits:
Strength: The A.S.P only has one available hand unless it abandons its secondary weapon. Regardless, with just the one hand it can lift up to twenty tonnes of weight. The crushing grip of the hand can easily bent metal or destroy rock. The legs of the walker are significantly stronger, capable of lifting up to 50 tonnes of weight each. Though the machine can’t ‘kick’ it can jump up to fifteen feet into the air.
Speed: The A.S.P has been clocked moving at speeds in excess of 70mph, which is impressive for a walker, it is the fastest Armoured Support Vehicle in Ramor. Its acceleration is 7 seconds 0-70 mph.
Agility: The A.S.P is capable of manoeuvring in tight quarters, but regardless its size is still a limiting factor on its agility. Though far less cumbersome than a tank, it takes almost twice as long for an A.S.P to turn around than an ordinary human, it can however adjust its weapons incredibly quickly and its arms can move at roughly human speeds.
Speaker System: The A.S.P may project the pilot’s voice through external speaker systems on the chest plate.
Comm Link: The A.S.P has com links similar to those in use in the modern day military.
Power System: The A.S.P is fuelled by a Ramor speciality, hydrogen gas fuel canisters with an effective life span of 20 hours in active use. They are stored at the rear and bottom of the mech (obviously protected by the back armour) and are roughly 60cm in diameter. They will explode if hit. This fuel source can be detonated by a self destruct sequence if the Mech is rendered inoperable or the user does not wish to be captured.
Entry Points: The A.S.P is entered normally through the front carapace, the Mech kneels while in disuse and the driver climbs the legs to enter the cockpit. If the Mech falls on its front special procedures blast a hole in the back armour for quick escape.
Race: Ramor (prounounced Ra-more) a race with a number of similarities to humans, they are humanoid mammals with the same number of appendages. The only significant differences are that they are more tolerant to temperature extremes and can last for longer periods of time without water, oxygen, food and sleep. Essentially they are an all-round hardier race of people. Their skin is thicker than a humans, and regardless of climate always dark olive in complexion. The average height for males is 5ft and females slightly higher, and their eyes are somewhat larger on average than a humans. Their life spans range around 60-70 years, even with their modern medical technology.
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Height: 5ft 2”
Weight: 80kg
Appearance: Higan has the characteristic dark olive skin of the Ramor, with broad shoulders and a noticeably muscular body. His eyes are green and his hair is buzz cut and dark brown. He has wide friendly features with an honest looking face, though splashes of scarring tend to mar this image somewhat. The scars are small and livid, running across both of his cheek bones in a seemingly random pattern. They came from exploding glass. In his cockpit he wears a simple pilot outfit which is dark green in colour. The technology of the Ramor has allowed them to produce high-durability weave armour, so despite the seeming simplicity of his clothes they provide him with roughly the same protection as a Kevlar vest.
Personality: Course, honest, rough, determined, intelligent, witty, good humoured.
Physical Traits: Higan is physically impressive, though well within human capability. He can bench roughly 300kg and run at 15mph, his extensive endurance training allows him to remain fighting fit for extended periods of time. His senses are roughly similar to a humans, though he has slightly greater vision, especially in low light conditions.
Skills: Higan is a soldier of the 12th Division, a.k.a L.A.S light armour and support. He has been trained for roughly 10 years to become adept at a number of combat orientated skills, namely.
Hand to hand combat
Firearms training
Endurance training
Scout training/Survival training
Ranger/Sniper training
Demolitions
Artillery
Armoured Support Platform (ASP) piloting
Background: Higan is a member of the 12th division of the Grent Republic's Army, a militaristic state in an alternate earth torn asunder by war. He is unmarried, after recently breaking up with his girlfriend and fiancée of three years, he was born in the republic to an officer of the army and found his path marked out for him.
Equipment: A.S.P
14” Steel Combat Knife
.50 calibre revolver, 6 shot chamber, 6 additional rounds.
Survival Kit (first aid, GPS, flare gun, etc.)
Higan’s main combat capabilities are drawn from his A.S.P, or Armoured Support Platform, which is in colloquial terms a one-man mechanical unit with walker capabilities. It looks roughly like the image below.
A.S.P (130)
The A.S.P is actually in Ramor terms relatively low-powered, serving in a support and scouting role alongside mainline forces.
Height: 12ft
Width: 5ft
Weight: 30 tonnes
Length: 4ft
Armaments: The A.S.P is equipped with primary, secondary and tertiary armaments for a number of different combat scenarios.
Primary: 105mm Rifled A.S.P Gun (basically a tank gun) capable of firing HEAT warheads (similar to 3BK-31) smoke canisters and anti-personel rounds (which fire multiple flechettes). Due to the relatively small storage space for ammunition on the A.S.P 130 it may only carry five of each of these rounds. It can fire roughly twice per minute. Rounds are ejected when spent underneath the barrel through an automatic sliding door.
Secondary: 40mm anti-material rifle, RPM 20, 100 rounds, can be separated from the Mech without breaking, but it weighs just under a tonne and can’t be fired by anything other than the mech.
Tertiary: Anti-Personnel Suppression, Chaingun, .50 cal, 300rpm, 1200 rounds.
Armour: The A.S.P 130 is constructed using plates of titanium sandwiching plates of depleted uranium with alumina tiles worked in (similar to Chobham armour). This gives it a relatively light-weight body while offering significant protection from anti-tank measures. The RHAe values for the armour are as followed.
Front: 800mm
Back: 400mm
Sides: 300mm
Arms: 250mm
Legs: 500mm
Optics: 100mm
Joints: 100mm
Top: 200mm
The Armour is specially designed to resist heat. It does not conduct electricity into the electronics or pilot area. Internal heating systems can adjust for extreme drops in temperature up to -100 degrees, at the cost of hydrogen fuel.
The A.S.P is also equipped with an Active Protection System, which, like modern day tanks, is capable of confusing heat-seeking and other guided missiles with large concentrations of infra-red.
Damage control systems: The A.S.P is equipped with a number of automatic systems similar to those seen in a modern day tank, ammunition is kept in self-contained storage spaces linked to their respective weapon, reducing chance of self-destruction. Fire is automatically fought by internal systems.
Filter System: The A.S.P is essentially a mobile bunker, filtering hostile elements from the air.
Optics: The A.S.P is augmented with an optical sensory unit with a 180 degree depth of view directly in front. This includes a zoom function of up to 60x, night vision, thermal vision, and electric vision. The main weapons are connected to this system and can target and adjust in 0.20 of a second. The pilot still has control over when to fire, and can over-ride targeting systems to manual control if they wish.
Computer System: Linked to Optics, the computer system on the A.S.P can provide the pilot with data based on a rough estimation of a target. It can estimate things like, thickness, speed and weapon calibres.
It has a backup system in place in the case of damage to main optics (which are located roughly where the head would be on a human.) where the armour peels back from directly in front of the pilot’s head, allowing him physical view of around 90 degrees in front through a bullet proof double paned window. This is obviously a major weakness, and is only to be used as a last resort.
Physical Traits:
Strength: The A.S.P only has one available hand unless it abandons its secondary weapon. Regardless, with just the one hand it can lift up to twenty tonnes of weight. The crushing grip of the hand can easily bent metal or destroy rock. The legs of the walker are significantly stronger, capable of lifting up to 50 tonnes of weight each. Though the machine can’t ‘kick’ it can jump up to fifteen feet into the air.
Speed: The A.S.P has been clocked moving at speeds in excess of 70mph, which is impressive for a walker, it is the fastest Armoured Support Vehicle in Ramor. Its acceleration is 7 seconds 0-70 mph.
Agility: The A.S.P is capable of manoeuvring in tight quarters, but regardless its size is still a limiting factor on its agility. Though far less cumbersome than a tank, it takes almost twice as long for an A.S.P to turn around than an ordinary human, it can however adjust its weapons incredibly quickly and its arms can move at roughly human speeds.
Speaker System: The A.S.P may project the pilot’s voice through external speaker systems on the chest plate.
Comm Link: The A.S.P has com links similar to those in use in the modern day military.
Power System: The A.S.P is fuelled by a Ramor speciality, hydrogen gas fuel canisters with an effective life span of 20 hours in active use. They are stored at the rear and bottom of the mech (obviously protected by the back armour) and are roughly 60cm in diameter. They will explode if hit. This fuel source can be detonated by a self destruct sequence if the Mech is rendered inoperable or the user does not wish to be captured.
Entry Points: The A.S.P is entered normally through the front carapace, the Mech kneels while in disuse and the driver climbs the legs to enter the cockpit. If the Mech falls on its front special procedures blast a hole in the back armour for quick escape.
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MelonHead The Fighting Fruit
Member
Seen
22 days ago
Tier Level
Unsuited: 3 or Low Powered
Suited: 4 or Mid Powered
Unsuited: 3 or Low Powered
Suited: 4 or Mid Powered
Jok ‘Boom-kid’
Race: Ramor, a race with a number of similarities to humans, they are humanoid mammals with the same number of appendages. The only significant differences are that they are more tolerant to temperature extremes and can last for longer periods of time without water, oxygen, food and sleep. Essentially they are an all-round hardier race of people. Their skin is thicker than a humans, and regardless of climate always dark olive in complexion. The average height for males is 5ft and females slightly higher, and their eyes are somewhat larger on average than a humans. Their life spans range around 60-70 years, even with their modern medical technology.
Gender: Male
Height: 5ft dead
Weight: 75kg
Age: 19
Appearance: Jok has a sharp angular face that one instantly distrusts, coupled with a boyish grin that completes the look of a bit of a prankster. His skin is dark olive in complexion, like all of his race. His body type would best be described as athletic, not noticeably bulky for a soldier but with a wiry strength. He has short black hair and brown eyes. His skin is fairly heavily tattooed, though nothing on his face.
Personality: Jok’s boyish demeanour is something of a front for what is by all accounts a sadistic mind. Perfectly suitable for his role as an explosives expert, prone to leaving cruel traps for the enemy, he shows little remorse about his actions. With a slightly inappropriate sense of humour and a mean streak, he is only somewhat redeemed by his loyalty to his squad.
Physical Traits: As a foot soldier in the Grent Republic’s army and a recruit fresh from the republic’s controversial new training facility, Jok is physically powerful, ruthless, and masterful in the art of dealing death, despite his age. However, he would still be limited by the restraints of biology if it were not for the exo-skeletons foot soldiers are outfitted with.
Unsuited
If Jok’s suit is disabled for whatever reason or unsuitable for a mission he’s forced to rely on his own muscles, with decreased physical capabilities.
Strength: Roughly bench 250kg
Speed: Max running speed of 24mph
Agility: Reflexes at roughly double peak human, due to controversial drug programs increasing the receptivity of synapses in the brain.
Durability: All Ramor have somewhat thicker skin than humans and denser bones, making him roughly twice as hard to hurt as a human his size.
Endurance: Jok can run at a flat sprint for 30 minutes, long distance training has increased his endurance to almost super human levels. He could easily jog for a day and night without rest, making it unlikely that he will tire in anything other than a long period of activity.
Suited
Strength: Roughly bench 1000kg
Speed: Max running speed of 50mph (reached in four seconds.)
Agility: Reflexes remain the same, but the exo-suit allows him to move his arms faster and with more force, almost quadruple his normal speed.
Durability: The suit doesn’t change his natural durability, though it is made of titanium and would easily repel a bullet if he was lucky enough to be hit in one of the structural pieces.
Endurance: The suit increases his endurance, though its relatively short battery life of six hours does put a cap on the amount of time he can spend using it.
Senses: Jok has the naturally powerful eyesight of the Ramor which is almost half again better than a humans, especially in low light conditions. Other than that his senses are similar to any humans, save for his pain tolerance is higher due to his controversial ‘training’.
Skills: After undergoing the three year intensive training program Jok has become the perfect soldier, unquestioning of his orders regardless of their brutality, capable of making tactical decisions, and incredibly proficient with his tools of the trade.
Survival
Basic Weapons
Advanced Weapons
Demolitions
Bomb Defusal
Basic Combat
Advanced Combat
Psychological Warfare
Guerrilla Tactics
Advanced Driving Course
Parkour
Intermediate Combat First-Aid
Hand to Hand combat, most similar to Krav Maga and Judo
Engineering
Electronics
Improvised munitions
Equipment (all weapons are roughly similar to modern day equivalents in stats not included)
ALICE Pack: Specially modified for quick movement and access on covert operations, Jok is none-the-less equipped with what is most like the modern day ALICE pack. It’s fastened outside his Exo-Suit.
Weaponry: Jok’s load out is dependent on a mission, he has a small armoury from which he can choose to bring a reasonable amount of weaponry into the field. If there is no Intel on the mission or objective then he will bring a random assortment of weaponry from each category to suit different possible scenarios. His weapon choices are as followed.
Mainline weaponry
KG20 Carbine Assault Rifle: Weighing around 4kg with a full magazine of 30 rounds, with an adjustable stock that drops the length from 35” to 31” the KG20 fires 5.56mm rounds and is roughly equitable in terms of power and velocity to the M4 Carbine. It also features an under-barrel grenade launcher which can fire a single 40mm fragmentation grenade. Maximum ammo, four magazines.
SOP Submachine Gun: Only 2.5kg in weight and 26” in length with an integrated silencer, the SOP submachine gun fires 7.62 rounds and has an effective range of around 100 meters. Maximum ammo, four magazines.
Man-portable explosive ordinance
Hazard MGL: 5kg six-shot revolver-type grenade launcher that can be loaded with HE, HEAT, chemical and pyrotechnic 40mm rounds. It has a short stubby design and can effectively fire up to 300 meters at roughly three rounds per second. It fires rounds at a velocity of about 70 meters per second. Maximum ammo, six HE, two of each special round type on an ammo belt.
Leaper Shoulder-Launched Assault Weapon: Weighing a hefty 15kg means this rocket launcher is only really suitable when Jok’s suited up. Fires 150mm warhead with optional laser guidance system. One shot and it’s abandoned, similar to the MBT LAW.
Anti-Personnel Mine: Similar in essence to the M18 Claymore mine, max capacity of two. Can be activated by laser detection, trip wire, or remote detonation.
36Rde Anti-personnel grenades: Fragmentation grenades with motion sensor technology, designed to be thrown into a hot zone where they remain undetonated until triggered either by the user’s kill-switch or when a large body (roughly human sized) moves into the kill radius of five feet. Similar in detonation strength to an ordinary fragmentation grenade. Capacity of three.
Smoke Grenades: Essentially exactly what they sound like, similar to modern day equivalent. Max capacity, two.
RE20: Similar in essence to modern day C4 explosives, small satchels which can be adjusted to become adhesive and stick to surfaces. They are detonated remotely by trigger. Maximum of two.
Side Arms
Hedson Pistol: 9mm pistol, fairly basic, 12 round magazine, couple extra mags, can be outfitted with a silencer.
Jackhammer Revolver: 6 shot revolver, 50. rounds. Extra 6 rounds.
14" combat knife
Medi-kit: All special operatives are authorised two multi-purpose stim-packs. Administered by injection, they release adrenaline to combat pain and also reduce/stop bleeding. They are also effective at combating poisons and toxins in the blood.
Armour: Jok is always wearing full camouflaged combat gear on missions, including a durable weave vest similar though slightly more effective than modern day Kevlar. He also tends to wear a ballistic face mask with built in air filtration technology and a lightweight helmet with adjustable night vision goggles.
Exo-Suit: The most innovative piece of equipment designed by Ramor military service for infantrymen. The Exo-suit is a external titanium alloy support-suit designed to reinforce the user's muscular strength, making them faster, more durable, able to hit harder and lift more. It requires a ten minute operation in base conditions to attach the suit to the operator, and cannot be effectively removed without basic surgical tools. It's lightweight, roughly ten kg all around, and makes only a slight amount of sound as the structure moves. It's powered by hydrogen batteries attached to the back of the suit just above the tail bone. It can be powered down when not in use and moved using ones own strength, with only a slight encumbrance. It has a life of two hours operational, which is the trade off for having highly volatile batteries because they must be encased in the titanium shell and can't be easily replaced. The wiring is protected by the titanium shell, and the feet and knuckles of the operator are also protected allowing for the use of more powerful melee attacks.
Backstory: Jok is an infantry-man and demolitions specialist in the Grent republic's army. Due to the unique nature of his controversial training (for which he was volunteered by his orphanage) he is unquestioning of his orders and a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.
Race: Ramor, a race with a number of similarities to humans, they are humanoid mammals with the same number of appendages. The only significant differences are that they are more tolerant to temperature extremes and can last for longer periods of time without water, oxygen, food and sleep. Essentially they are an all-round hardier race of people. Their skin is thicker than a humans, and regardless of climate always dark olive in complexion. The average height for males is 5ft and females slightly higher, and their eyes are somewhat larger on average than a humans. Their life spans range around 60-70 years, even with their modern medical technology.
Gender: Male
Height: 5ft dead
Weight: 75kg
Age: 19
Appearance: Jok has a sharp angular face that one instantly distrusts, coupled with a boyish grin that completes the look of a bit of a prankster. His skin is dark olive in complexion, like all of his race. His body type would best be described as athletic, not noticeably bulky for a soldier but with a wiry strength. He has short black hair and brown eyes. His skin is fairly heavily tattooed, though nothing on his face.
Personality: Jok’s boyish demeanour is something of a front for what is by all accounts a sadistic mind. Perfectly suitable for his role as an explosives expert, prone to leaving cruel traps for the enemy, he shows little remorse about his actions. With a slightly inappropriate sense of humour and a mean streak, he is only somewhat redeemed by his loyalty to his squad.
Physical Traits: As a foot soldier in the Grent Republic’s army and a recruit fresh from the republic’s controversial new training facility, Jok is physically powerful, ruthless, and masterful in the art of dealing death, despite his age. However, he would still be limited by the restraints of biology if it were not for the exo-skeletons foot soldiers are outfitted with.
Unsuited
If Jok’s suit is disabled for whatever reason or unsuitable for a mission he’s forced to rely on his own muscles, with decreased physical capabilities.
Strength: Roughly bench 250kg
Speed: Max running speed of 24mph
Agility: Reflexes at roughly double peak human, due to controversial drug programs increasing the receptivity of synapses in the brain.
Durability: All Ramor have somewhat thicker skin than humans and denser bones, making him roughly twice as hard to hurt as a human his size.
Endurance: Jok can run at a flat sprint for 30 minutes, long distance training has increased his endurance to almost super human levels. He could easily jog for a day and night without rest, making it unlikely that he will tire in anything other than a long period of activity.
Suited
Strength: Roughly bench 1000kg
Speed: Max running speed of 50mph (reached in four seconds.)
Agility: Reflexes remain the same, but the exo-suit allows him to move his arms faster and with more force, almost quadruple his normal speed.
Durability: The suit doesn’t change his natural durability, though it is made of titanium and would easily repel a bullet if he was lucky enough to be hit in one of the structural pieces.
Endurance: The suit increases his endurance, though its relatively short battery life of six hours does put a cap on the amount of time he can spend using it.
Senses: Jok has the naturally powerful eyesight of the Ramor which is almost half again better than a humans, especially in low light conditions. Other than that his senses are similar to any humans, save for his pain tolerance is higher due to his controversial ‘training’.
Skills: After undergoing the three year intensive training program Jok has become the perfect soldier, unquestioning of his orders regardless of their brutality, capable of making tactical decisions, and incredibly proficient with his tools of the trade.
Survival
Basic Weapons
Advanced Weapons
Demolitions
Bomb Defusal
Basic Combat
Advanced Combat
Psychological Warfare
Guerrilla Tactics
Advanced Driving Course
Parkour
Intermediate Combat First-Aid
Hand to Hand combat, most similar to Krav Maga and Judo
Engineering
Electronics
Improvised munitions
Equipment (all weapons are roughly similar to modern day equivalents in stats not included)
ALICE Pack: Specially modified for quick movement and access on covert operations, Jok is none-the-less equipped with what is most like the modern day ALICE pack. It’s fastened outside his Exo-Suit.
Weaponry: Jok’s load out is dependent on a mission, he has a small armoury from which he can choose to bring a reasonable amount of weaponry into the field. If there is no Intel on the mission or objective then he will bring a random assortment of weaponry from each category to suit different possible scenarios. His weapon choices are as followed.
Mainline weaponry
KG20 Carbine Assault Rifle: Weighing around 4kg with a full magazine of 30 rounds, with an adjustable stock that drops the length from 35” to 31” the KG20 fires 5.56mm rounds and is roughly equitable in terms of power and velocity to the M4 Carbine. It also features an under-barrel grenade launcher which can fire a single 40mm fragmentation grenade. Maximum ammo, four magazines.
SOP Submachine Gun: Only 2.5kg in weight and 26” in length with an integrated silencer, the SOP submachine gun fires 7.62 rounds and has an effective range of around 100 meters. Maximum ammo, four magazines.
Man-portable explosive ordinance
Hazard MGL: 5kg six-shot revolver-type grenade launcher that can be loaded with HE, HEAT, chemical and pyrotechnic 40mm rounds. It has a short stubby design and can effectively fire up to 300 meters at roughly three rounds per second. It fires rounds at a velocity of about 70 meters per second. Maximum ammo, six HE, two of each special round type on an ammo belt.
Leaper Shoulder-Launched Assault Weapon: Weighing a hefty 15kg means this rocket launcher is only really suitable when Jok’s suited up. Fires 150mm warhead with optional laser guidance system. One shot and it’s abandoned, similar to the MBT LAW.
Anti-Personnel Mine: Similar in essence to the M18 Claymore mine, max capacity of two. Can be activated by laser detection, trip wire, or remote detonation.
36Rde Anti-personnel grenades: Fragmentation grenades with motion sensor technology, designed to be thrown into a hot zone where they remain undetonated until triggered either by the user’s kill-switch or when a large body (roughly human sized) moves into the kill radius of five feet. Similar in detonation strength to an ordinary fragmentation grenade. Capacity of three.
Smoke Grenades: Essentially exactly what they sound like, similar to modern day equivalent. Max capacity, two.
RE20: Similar in essence to modern day C4 explosives, small satchels which can be adjusted to become adhesive and stick to surfaces. They are detonated remotely by trigger. Maximum of two.
Side Arms
Hedson Pistol: 9mm pistol, fairly basic, 12 round magazine, couple extra mags, can be outfitted with a silencer.
Jackhammer Revolver: 6 shot revolver, 50. rounds. Extra 6 rounds.
14" combat knife
Medi-kit: All special operatives are authorised two multi-purpose stim-packs. Administered by injection, they release adrenaline to combat pain and also reduce/stop bleeding. They are also effective at combating poisons and toxins in the blood.
Armour: Jok is always wearing full camouflaged combat gear on missions, including a durable weave vest similar though slightly more effective than modern day Kevlar. He also tends to wear a ballistic face mask with built in air filtration technology and a lightweight helmet with adjustable night vision goggles.
Exo-Suit: The most innovative piece of equipment designed by Ramor military service for infantrymen. The Exo-suit is a external titanium alloy support-suit designed to reinforce the user's muscular strength, making them faster, more durable, able to hit harder and lift more. It requires a ten minute operation in base conditions to attach the suit to the operator, and cannot be effectively removed without basic surgical tools. It's lightweight, roughly ten kg all around, and makes only a slight amount of sound as the structure moves. It's powered by hydrogen batteries attached to the back of the suit just above the tail bone. It can be powered down when not in use and moved using ones own strength, with only a slight encumbrance. It has a life of two hours operational, which is the trade off for having highly volatile batteries because they must be encased in the titanium shell and can't be easily replaced. The wiring is protected by the titanium shell, and the feet and knuckles of the operator are also protected allowing for the use of more powerful melee attacks.
Backstory: Jok is an infantry-man and demolitions specialist in the Grent republic's army. Due to the unique nature of his controversial training (for which he was volunteered by his orphanage) he is unquestioning of his orders and a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.
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MelonHead The Fighting Fruit
Member
Seen
22 days ago
Tier Level
Early Modern Equipment: 3 or Low Powered
Modern Equipment: 4 or Mid Powered
Isaac Calver
DOB: 1655
Race: Human/Ghoul
What is a Ghoul: Ghouls are humans routinely fed small doses of a vampire’s blood, granting them a percentage of the vampire’s power at the cost of their freedom.
Gender: Male
Height: 5ft 10”
Weight: 80kg
Ethnicity: White, English
Hometown: City of Bristol
Appearance: Isaac was once a handsome and some might say dashing young gent with a roughish look about him. Windswept black hair and sharp features are all that remain of those good looks, with bloodshot eyes and a grey unhealthy pallor that shouldn’t be confused with being simply pale, he has the look of a drunkard or even someone afflicted with a terrible disease. Caught looking permanently on the nasty side of thirty, despite being just twenty five when made a ghoul, Isaac makes up for his lack of natural good looks with a fine dress sense.
His body shape is fairly average bordering of athletic, unchanged from the point when he became a ghoul. However, this body hides a supernatural and frightening strength.
Isaac when given the choice tends to favour sharp jackets and shirts, depending on the fashion of the time.
Not necessarily appearance, but Isaac has a light Bristollian accent.
Physical characteristics:
Though a Ghoul harbours only a small portion of the true power of a vampire, this power does scale with the relative power and age of the Ghoul’s master. Isaac’s master is a particularly old and powerful ancient, and so he has inherited a small percentage of a large volume of power. This accounts for his ability to physically overcome fledglings, the type of vampire which are most likely to cause trouble for his master and therefore warrant execution.
Strength: Beyond any human man, in literal modern day terms Isaac could ‘bench’ 500kg with ease, which translates to throwing bodily adult males with one hand, and being capable of delivering incredibly devastating blows.
Speed: Supernatural speed is by far the most impressive by-product of becoming a ghoul, with a particularly powerful ghoul like Isaac being capable of outrunning some of the fastest predators on the planet. Isaac can run at up to 70mph and sustain that speed for up to an hour with an acceleration to top speed of just 3 seconds. His reflexes are significantly above any humans to accommodate for this increase in speed, registering at roughly four times the fastest of human beings.
Agility: As part of his inhuman reflexes, Isaac can move his body incredibly quickly, capable of avoiding almost effortlessly any blow an ordinary human could throw. He is fast enough to hear or see a gun firing and move his head or most of his body from the bullet’s path.
Durability: Ghoul’s inherit their master’s supernatural durability, proving irritating to kill. They are particularly vulnerable to blades, especially to the heart, and like nearly all things decapitation ends them immediately. Isaac is exactly four times more durable than a man of comparative size for his strength (so, quite literally he would be four times more difficult to damage than whoever the world’s biggest current strong man is.) Bullets are particularly ineffective against him when fired at non-vital regions, due to his body’s dependency on vampire blood cutting off his dependency on other areas of his body.
To offset his high durability, he has inherited some of the weaknesses of the vampire. Sunlight bothers him but bright lights serve to blind him and weapons targeted at blindness like flashbangs are doubly effective against him.
Fire causes him double the normal amount of pain, and burns through his body as fast as an ordinary humans.
Stakes, particularly wooden ones, pierce his body as easily as any ordinary human, allowing for a quick and easy kill if plunged through the heart.
Any silver weaponry affects him like it would a normal human, allowing silver bullets and blades to kill him incredibly quickly, much like the silver blade through the heart of a full vampire.
Holy spells and weaponry have increased effect against him like any undead, though less effect then they would have on a fully fledged vampire due to the fact that he is still part human.
Endurance: Isaac can fight past pretty much any ordinary pain so long as his body is not structurally disabled. In terms of fatigue it would be unlikely for him to ever tire in a single fight, and he can fight at near peak potential for over an hour.
Senses: Due to their closeness to undeath, Ghoul’s are unable to feel most forms of pain. Isaac has an incredibly high pain tolerance, and is unlikely to be debilitated by any pain other than fire and holy magic. Even a blade doesn’t bother him, though it does do significant harm.
Isaac can smell more acutely than any human, similar to that of a bloodhound. His sense of smell for blood is as good as the average grizzly, once blooded an opponent can almost never escape him.
Isaac has acute eyesight, and can see as well as an ordinary human in daylight in near pitch black conditions. His ability to spot movement is immense, so only the most patient hunters can sneak up on him.
Isaac has fairly average hearing, a trait not inherited from the master vampire.
Ghoul Biology: Ghouls treacherously walk the path between life and death, with little say in the matter. Linked to the vampiric blood they are horribly addicted to, the ghoul inherits a number of benefits from their unholy curse.
Ghouls are immune to the bite of lycanthrope and vampire, save for the bite of their master (which incidentally is how a fully-fledged vampire is formed.) The physical damage is still prominent, they just can’t succumb to the curse.
Ghouls are resistant to disease, as their bodies are close to undead, and the vampire blood they drink is capable of fully combatting poisons and other weaponized bio-agents. On drinking vial of vampire blood disease/poison is destroyed over one-two turns depending on strength.
Ghouls can live for extended periods of time, though they do still age slowly, the more powerful blood they drink the longer they can extend their lives.
Ghouls are more resistant to unholy magic and cold/frost magic due to the natural resistance of undeath.
Ghouls inherit a small degree of their masters commanding presence, demanding respect from fellow undead if not outright obedience. Reduces effectiveness of undead summons/passives against Isaac.
Ghouls can withstand harsh environments such as irradiated land and noxious gases for significantly longer periods than ordinary humans, though not indefinitely.
Ghouls gain no benefits from the drinking of ordinary human blood, but they can consume ordinary foods. All of their supernatural power comes from the routine drinking of vampire blood, long periods without cause them to revert to ordinary human form (which also tends to kill them.)
The only immediate benefit to drinking vampire blood for a ghoul which pushes them past their passive bonuses is healing, in which drinking a vial of vampire blood can ramp their healing factor up by a large margin. Ordinarily a ghoul heals somewhat twice as fast as any human, on drinking vampire blood this multiplies significantly. Some examples of the healing effects of vampire blood are bullet and stab wounds healing in minutes, and otherwise mortal wounds healing in a day.
The negatives to drinking the blood of a vampire, other than the obvious loss of freedom and other minor inconveniences of undeath, comes from the effect it has on the mind. Vampire blood tugs on the consciousness, driving lesser individuals to madness quite quickly. More intelligent humans can retain their humanity, though ironically it requires regular but carefully maintained dosage of blood and the addiction causes them to noticeably shake when not under its immediate effects. Drinking too much or too little has catastrophic effects. Isaac was a smart man originally, but he has been reduced to a creature with base cunning rather than true intelligence and tactics. Though probably considered above average intelligence regardless, (especially for his time) madness can tear at his judgement and cause him to grow almost feral in his attacks. This also significantly reduces his ability to resist mind-altering effects and perceive through illusion.
1st Vial: The optimum fighting condition for Isaac, after downing the first vial of cursed blood he gains the healing factor and steadies his almost constant shaking from addiction. He can still think at his most lucid, grows very resistant to disease and poison and gains more traits of undeath, including weakness to holy and fire magic and ordinary fire.
2nd Vial: Dangerous and rarely sunk to, drinking a second vial of blood in a short period of time causes the healing factor to increase significantly, but also returns the shakes (this time from adrenaline) resulting in his aim being thrown off (firearms can’t be used effectively.) His mind starts to cloud from the effects at this point, increasing the effectiveness of illusion and other perception based attacks. Holy magic and fire is more effective, but frost and unholy magics have nearly no effect.
3rd Vial: Never ventured to, it is presumed that a third vial of blood would drive Isaac feral, increasing the positive and negative effects to the point where he would discard weaponry and attack with physical ferocity. Though he would be near unstoppable in close combat, he could easily be dispatched with traps or careful planning in this state.
The effect of a vial of blood lasts between 1-2 turns (my posts) depending on how quickly it needs to be burned through to heal the ghoul's wounds. The exception to this is the shakes stopping after a single vial, this tends to last for an entire battle or until a second vial is consumed, due to its links with the addiction over the immediate effects of drinking blood.
Learned Skills: Considering the relative inaccuracy of his weapons, Isaac is a formidable shot, especially when his hands stop shaking.
Isaac is a fairly competent duelist, though he obviously makes up for some lack of talent with an abundance of physical advantages.
Isaac can ride a horse with some skill, and move quickly through uneven terrain. He has developed the art of moving stealthily, especially since becoming a ghoul.
Isaac is excellent at fighting dirty, a useful trait when combatting enemies stronger or more skilled than himself.
The equipment Isaac carries depends upon the time period he is fighting in, early modern accounts for medieval opponents up until the turn of the 20th century. I'll probably add more specific loadouts when required, because I'm lazy. Modern day accounts for any battle in modern times.
Backstory: Though much of Isaac’s past life is unknown, it’s likely he was the son of a roundhead/parliamentarian officer during the English civil war due to the sword he carries. He has had some rudimentary form of education, and was intelligent enough. At some point he fell into extreme debt and like any wannabe adventurer took to the life of a highwayman. At some point he attempted to rob an affluent nobleman travelling by carriage at night, and on opening the door thrust his sword through his victim’s chest, effectively pinning him to the carriage. What made this an unusual occurrence was the man’s lack of any obvious discomfort from this, something which instantly transfixed the young highwayman.
Unknown to him, the vampire he had skewered was a powerful ancient, who none the less was in some danger as he recognised the sword penetrating awfully close to his heart had some silver in it. To avoid an embarrassing death at the hands of a young upstart human, he tricked Isaac into drinking his blood, thinking he would gain the vampire’s powers.
Instead he became enslaved, and though he hated the blood and the master with every fibre of his being he served him none-the-less.
DOB: 1655
Race: Human/Ghoul
What is a Ghoul: Ghouls are humans routinely fed small doses of a vampire’s blood, granting them a percentage of the vampire’s power at the cost of their freedom.
Gender: Male
Height: 5ft 10”
Weight: 80kg
Ethnicity: White, English
Hometown: City of Bristol
Appearance: Isaac was once a handsome and some might say dashing young gent with a roughish look about him. Windswept black hair and sharp features are all that remain of those good looks, with bloodshot eyes and a grey unhealthy pallor that shouldn’t be confused with being simply pale, he has the look of a drunkard or even someone afflicted with a terrible disease. Caught looking permanently on the nasty side of thirty, despite being just twenty five when made a ghoul, Isaac makes up for his lack of natural good looks with a fine dress sense.
His body shape is fairly average bordering of athletic, unchanged from the point when he became a ghoul. However, this body hides a supernatural and frightening strength.
Isaac when given the choice tends to favour sharp jackets and shirts, depending on the fashion of the time.
Not necessarily appearance, but Isaac has a light Bristollian accent.
Physical characteristics:
Though a Ghoul harbours only a small portion of the true power of a vampire, this power does scale with the relative power and age of the Ghoul’s master. Isaac’s master is a particularly old and powerful ancient, and so he has inherited a small percentage of a large volume of power. This accounts for his ability to physically overcome fledglings, the type of vampire which are most likely to cause trouble for his master and therefore warrant execution.
Strength: Beyond any human man, in literal modern day terms Isaac could ‘bench’ 500kg with ease, which translates to throwing bodily adult males with one hand, and being capable of delivering incredibly devastating blows.
Speed: Supernatural speed is by far the most impressive by-product of becoming a ghoul, with a particularly powerful ghoul like Isaac being capable of outrunning some of the fastest predators on the planet. Isaac can run at up to 70mph and sustain that speed for up to an hour with an acceleration to top speed of just 3 seconds. His reflexes are significantly above any humans to accommodate for this increase in speed, registering at roughly four times the fastest of human beings.
Agility: As part of his inhuman reflexes, Isaac can move his body incredibly quickly, capable of avoiding almost effortlessly any blow an ordinary human could throw. He is fast enough to hear or see a gun firing and move his head or most of his body from the bullet’s path.
Durability: Ghoul’s inherit their master’s supernatural durability, proving irritating to kill. They are particularly vulnerable to blades, especially to the heart, and like nearly all things decapitation ends them immediately. Isaac is exactly four times more durable than a man of comparative size for his strength (so, quite literally he would be four times more difficult to damage than whoever the world’s biggest current strong man is.) Bullets are particularly ineffective against him when fired at non-vital regions, due to his body’s dependency on vampire blood cutting off his dependency on other areas of his body.
To offset his high durability, he has inherited some of the weaknesses of the vampire. Sunlight bothers him but bright lights serve to blind him and weapons targeted at blindness like flashbangs are doubly effective against him.
Fire causes him double the normal amount of pain, and burns through his body as fast as an ordinary humans.
Stakes, particularly wooden ones, pierce his body as easily as any ordinary human, allowing for a quick and easy kill if plunged through the heart.
Any silver weaponry affects him like it would a normal human, allowing silver bullets and blades to kill him incredibly quickly, much like the silver blade through the heart of a full vampire.
Holy spells and weaponry have increased effect against him like any undead, though less effect then they would have on a fully fledged vampire due to the fact that he is still part human.
Endurance: Isaac can fight past pretty much any ordinary pain so long as his body is not structurally disabled. In terms of fatigue it would be unlikely for him to ever tire in a single fight, and he can fight at near peak potential for over an hour.
Senses: Due to their closeness to undeath, Ghoul’s are unable to feel most forms of pain. Isaac has an incredibly high pain tolerance, and is unlikely to be debilitated by any pain other than fire and holy magic. Even a blade doesn’t bother him, though it does do significant harm.
Isaac can smell more acutely than any human, similar to that of a bloodhound. His sense of smell for blood is as good as the average grizzly, once blooded an opponent can almost never escape him.
Isaac has acute eyesight, and can see as well as an ordinary human in daylight in near pitch black conditions. His ability to spot movement is immense, so only the most patient hunters can sneak up on him.
Isaac has fairly average hearing, a trait not inherited from the master vampire.
Ghoul Biology: Ghouls treacherously walk the path between life and death, with little say in the matter. Linked to the vampiric blood they are horribly addicted to, the ghoul inherits a number of benefits from their unholy curse.
Ghouls are immune to the bite of lycanthrope and vampire, save for the bite of their master (which incidentally is how a fully-fledged vampire is formed.) The physical damage is still prominent, they just can’t succumb to the curse.
Ghouls are resistant to disease, as their bodies are close to undead, and the vampire blood they drink is capable of fully combatting poisons and other weaponized bio-agents. On drinking vial of vampire blood disease/poison is destroyed over one-two turns depending on strength.
Ghouls can live for extended periods of time, though they do still age slowly, the more powerful blood they drink the longer they can extend their lives.
Ghouls are more resistant to unholy magic and cold/frost magic due to the natural resistance of undeath.
Ghouls inherit a small degree of their masters commanding presence, demanding respect from fellow undead if not outright obedience. Reduces effectiveness of undead summons/passives against Isaac.
Ghouls can withstand harsh environments such as irradiated land and noxious gases for significantly longer periods than ordinary humans, though not indefinitely.
Ghouls gain no benefits from the drinking of ordinary human blood, but they can consume ordinary foods. All of their supernatural power comes from the routine drinking of vampire blood, long periods without cause them to revert to ordinary human form (which also tends to kill them.)
The only immediate benefit to drinking vampire blood for a ghoul which pushes them past their passive bonuses is healing, in which drinking a vial of vampire blood can ramp their healing factor up by a large margin. Ordinarily a ghoul heals somewhat twice as fast as any human, on drinking vampire blood this multiplies significantly. Some examples of the healing effects of vampire blood are bullet and stab wounds healing in minutes, and otherwise mortal wounds healing in a day.
The negatives to drinking the blood of a vampire, other than the obvious loss of freedom and other minor inconveniences of undeath, comes from the effect it has on the mind. Vampire blood tugs on the consciousness, driving lesser individuals to madness quite quickly. More intelligent humans can retain their humanity, though ironically it requires regular but carefully maintained dosage of blood and the addiction causes them to noticeably shake when not under its immediate effects. Drinking too much or too little has catastrophic effects. Isaac was a smart man originally, but he has been reduced to a creature with base cunning rather than true intelligence and tactics. Though probably considered above average intelligence regardless, (especially for his time) madness can tear at his judgement and cause him to grow almost feral in his attacks. This also significantly reduces his ability to resist mind-altering effects and perceive through illusion.
1st Vial: The optimum fighting condition for Isaac, after downing the first vial of cursed blood he gains the healing factor and steadies his almost constant shaking from addiction. He can still think at his most lucid, grows very resistant to disease and poison and gains more traits of undeath, including weakness to holy and fire magic and ordinary fire.
2nd Vial: Dangerous and rarely sunk to, drinking a second vial of blood in a short period of time causes the healing factor to increase significantly, but also returns the shakes (this time from adrenaline) resulting in his aim being thrown off (firearms can’t be used effectively.) His mind starts to cloud from the effects at this point, increasing the effectiveness of illusion and other perception based attacks. Holy magic and fire is more effective, but frost and unholy magics have nearly no effect.
3rd Vial: Never ventured to, it is presumed that a third vial of blood would drive Isaac feral, increasing the positive and negative effects to the point where he would discard weaponry and attack with physical ferocity. Though he would be near unstoppable in close combat, he could easily be dispatched with traps or careful planning in this state.
The effect of a vial of blood lasts between 1-2 turns (my posts) depending on how quickly it needs to be burned through to heal the ghoul's wounds. The exception to this is the shakes stopping after a single vial, this tends to last for an entire battle or until a second vial is consumed, due to its links with the addiction over the immediate effects of drinking blood.
Learned Skills: Considering the relative inaccuracy of his weapons, Isaac is a formidable shot, especially when his hands stop shaking.
Isaac is a fairly competent duelist, though he obviously makes up for some lack of talent with an abundance of physical advantages.
Isaac can ride a horse with some skill, and move quickly through uneven terrain. He has developed the art of moving stealthily, especially since becoming a ghoul.
Isaac is excellent at fighting dirty, a useful trait when combatting enemies stronger or more skilled than himself.
The equipment Isaac carries depends upon the time period he is fighting in, early modern accounts for medieval opponents up until the turn of the 20th century. I'll probably add more specific loadouts when required, because I'm lazy. Modern day accounts for any battle in modern times.
One nasty trait of supernatural abilities is a smug superiority complex which causes Isaac to forsake any armour, despite his strength probably allowing him to wear it with little encumbrance.
Weapons: Silver-Steel Mortuary Sword, double edged blade of 100 cm long with a basket hilt, passed down from his father. Somehow forged with a small measure of silver in the steel, unsure how or why, useful in the vampiric world.
Queen Anne Flintlock pistol (x2): Simple one-shot pistol, takes ages to reload so Isaac carries two with him ready-loaded, unreliable and slow to fire, but known to cause large gruesome wounds at medium-range.
Weapons belt: Simple leather belt with a sheath for a sword and two pistol holsters.
Three metallic vials: Filled with the blood of a master vampire, carried across his person (one in belt, two in coat pockets.)
Wooden stake, carried in belt.
Weapons: Silver-Steel Mortuary Sword, double edged blade of 100 cm long with a basket hilt, passed down from his father. Somehow forged with a small measure of silver in the steel, unsure how or why, useful in the vampiric world.
Queen Anne Flintlock pistol (x2): Simple one-shot pistol, takes ages to reload so Isaac carries two with him ready-loaded, unreliable and slow to fire, but known to cause large gruesome wounds at medium-range.
Weapons belt: Simple leather belt with a sheath for a sword and two pistol holsters.
Three metallic vials: Filled with the blood of a master vampire, carried across his person (one in belt, two in coat pockets.)
Wooden stake, carried in belt.
Kevlar Vest: In the modern day, Vampires have grown to fear the technology of man, and even foolhardy ghouls tend to wear a Kevlar Vest, no one wants to feel the final death from a silver tipped bullet shot from a rifle a mile away.
Armoured Gloves: Made from stab-proof material, armoured gloves are of use to the physically powerful Ghoul for dealing with incredibly sharp weaponry without losing fingers.
9mm Glock 17 pistol (X2): Semi automatic death dealers, carried on weapon holsters attached to each hip.
Lupara Shotgun: Sawed off double barrelled shotgun, large spread and short range but deadly in close quarters.
12" Combat Knife: Steel with a touch of silver, perfect for those close range kills on vampires.
Incendiary Grenade (2x): Made illegally from copies stolen during WW2, white phosphorous grenades cause an eruption of burning fire when the grenade hits a surface with a lethal radius of roughly eight feet. Isaac hates these weapons, but they are by far the most effective way to kill a vampire.
Frag Grenade (2x): Probably the most useful weapon to the Ghoul, ordinary Frag grenades are particularly effective against soft fleshy targets that don't wear effective armour, like most vampires. These have been modified to explode on contact as well as the six second timer.
Three metal canisters of blood: Filled with Vampiric blood, same effect as above.
Armoured Gloves: Made from stab-proof material, armoured gloves are of use to the physically powerful Ghoul for dealing with incredibly sharp weaponry without losing fingers.
9mm Glock 17 pistol (X2): Semi automatic death dealers, carried on weapon holsters attached to each hip.
Lupara Shotgun: Sawed off double barrelled shotgun, large spread and short range but deadly in close quarters.
12" Combat Knife: Steel with a touch of silver, perfect for those close range kills on vampires.
Incendiary Grenade (2x): Made illegally from copies stolen during WW2, white phosphorous grenades cause an eruption of burning fire when the grenade hits a surface with a lethal radius of roughly eight feet. Isaac hates these weapons, but they are by far the most effective way to kill a vampire.
Frag Grenade (2x): Probably the most useful weapon to the Ghoul, ordinary Frag grenades are particularly effective against soft fleshy targets that don't wear effective armour, like most vampires. These have been modified to explode on contact as well as the six second timer.
Three metal canisters of blood: Filled with Vampiric blood, same effect as above.
Backstory: Though much of Isaac’s past life is unknown, it’s likely he was the son of a roundhead/parliamentarian officer during the English civil war due to the sword he carries. He has had some rudimentary form of education, and was intelligent enough. At some point he fell into extreme debt and like any wannabe adventurer took to the life of a highwayman. At some point he attempted to rob an affluent nobleman travelling by carriage at night, and on opening the door thrust his sword through his victim’s chest, effectively pinning him to the carriage. What made this an unusual occurrence was the man’s lack of any obvious discomfort from this, something which instantly transfixed the young highwayman.
Unknown to him, the vampire he had skewered was a powerful ancient, who none the less was in some danger as he recognised the sword penetrating awfully close to his heart had some silver in it. To avoid an embarrassing death at the hands of a young upstart human, he tricked Isaac into drinking his blood, thinking he would gain the vampire’s powers.
Instead he became enslaved, and though he hated the blood and the master with every fibre of his being he served him none-the-less.
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Identity
Full name: Sigurd Stoneheart
Name used: Sigurd (The dragon slayer in some rare cases)
Age: 32
Appearance:
The only notable deviation from the image being that his entire left arm and part of his shoulder is encased in stone.
Height: 6ft 4"
Weight: 98kg
Weapons
Steel Longsword, fairly average in terms of length and weight.
Scaled Shield, an ordinary iron rimmed oaken shield covered with the scaly hide of a dragon. The shield itself is nearly impervious to flame, and can ward off other magical attacks as it still withholds the magical qualities of the dragon. It is roughly 100 cm in diameter.
Throwing Axes: Sigurd carries two small steel tipped throwing axes attached to his belt on his right hip, which he can throw with impressive accuracy.
Armour: As well as his shield and stone arm he wears fur and leather boots, leather and iron leggings and iron plated leather armour. He has a steel pauldron on his right arm, his left fends for itself. He wears an odd full iron horned helm (unique to his homeland) which will hopefully prevent him getting his brains beaten out.
Physical Stats: Sigurd is, outside of his stone arm, fairly mortal, though impressive none-the-less. He has a near peak human physique, easily able to bench 200kg and sprint at up to 15mph for a sustained period. However, his body is still fallible to all the weaknesses of humanity. The Stone Curse in its infancy does provide him some small resistance to poisons and other debilitations beyond that of an ordinary human, but not significantly.
Abilities: Trained from a young age in the arts of war, he uses a perfected Viking style of combat, in which he utilizes his sword and shield in equal measure in both offensive and defensive styles. Basically, he catches the opponent’s weapon on either his shield or sword, depending on the angle of the strike, and lashes out with his free weapon. Either one can cause incredibly damage. If his shield is lost in combat his stone arm can be used in much the same way, the only disadvantage being that he loses the larger surface area of his shield, and projectiles can target his head or unprotected right side. The advantage is with some luck he could grab the opponent’s weapon and snap it in half.
The Stone Curse: Sigurd’s left arm is made of marble, to put things simply. However, the arm has a few magical qualities which account for his prowess.
It does not encumber him in the slightest, which means he can throw the arm around with all its strength at no disadvantage.
It has no issue with lactic acid build up, and is near impervious to conventional forms of damage. The marble itself is incredibly thick, making up the entire arm, and has been shown to slowly repair itself if scratched or cracked.
It dulls the effect of magic which targets Sigurd or the arm itself. In theory, he could reach into the void and effect otherwise intangible opponents such as ghosts with his left arm.
It can apply massive amounts of force; his left arm is roughly three times the strength of his right, allowing it to roughly curl 240kg.
Sigurd's Story (So Far): Sigurd was born in the far north of his homeland, dragons scoured the earth and his people could do nothing. He grew to impressive fame after his fabled slaying of a dragon, the first to do so. The act in which he killed the beast was also notable, he apparently dealt a paralysing blow with his left arm, and chopped straight through the creatures skull with a long sword. The tales were not believed, until his first public appearance revealed a startling and controversial trait, his left arm and shoulder were encased in stone. Living stone which did not hinder him in the slightest, yet allowed him to place ridiculous force into his blows, and remain unscathed in the process.
His fame grew as he slew a number of dragons on his travels, though he grew listless and weary of trekking through the north. In an encounter that by all accounts should have been his last he was thrown into the dimension of the Liason's tournament, the Way of the Warrior, where he was forced into combat with a number of dangerous individuals. Despite being obviously outclassed the warrior known as Sigurd performed well, before coming unstuck against an undead opponent with power beyond anything he had ever seen. When all his attacks failed him he was stabbed from behind and suffered a mortal blow, forcing him to leave the tournament in second place, his prize being his life.
After returning to his homeland with the knowledge of his tournament victories and losses he encountered a small dragon that embarrassingly forced him to flee battle for the first time, and after doing so resolved to pick up throwing axes and practice with them for any future encounters of the sort. Since then Sigurd has mostly wandered, the few remaining dragons in his homeland managing to evade his pursuit and cause untold devastation.
Full name: Sigurd Stoneheart
Name used: Sigurd (The dragon slayer in some rare cases)
Age: 32
Appearance:
The only notable deviation from the image being that his entire left arm and part of his shoulder is encased in stone.
Height: 6ft 4"
Weight: 98kg
Weapons
Steel Longsword, fairly average in terms of length and weight.
Scaled Shield, an ordinary iron rimmed oaken shield covered with the scaly hide of a dragon. The shield itself is nearly impervious to flame, and can ward off other magical attacks as it still withholds the magical qualities of the dragon. It is roughly 100 cm in diameter.
Throwing Axes: Sigurd carries two small steel tipped throwing axes attached to his belt on his right hip, which he can throw with impressive accuracy.
Armour: As well as his shield and stone arm he wears fur and leather boots, leather and iron leggings and iron plated leather armour. He has a steel pauldron on his right arm, his left fends for itself. He wears an odd full iron horned helm (unique to his homeland) which will hopefully prevent him getting his brains beaten out.
Physical Stats: Sigurd is, outside of his stone arm, fairly mortal, though impressive none-the-less. He has a near peak human physique, easily able to bench 200kg and sprint at up to 15mph for a sustained period. However, his body is still fallible to all the weaknesses of humanity. The Stone Curse in its infancy does provide him some small resistance to poisons and other debilitations beyond that of an ordinary human, but not significantly.
Abilities: Trained from a young age in the arts of war, he uses a perfected Viking style of combat, in which he utilizes his sword and shield in equal measure in both offensive and defensive styles. Basically, he catches the opponent’s weapon on either his shield or sword, depending on the angle of the strike, and lashes out with his free weapon. Either one can cause incredibly damage. If his shield is lost in combat his stone arm can be used in much the same way, the only disadvantage being that he loses the larger surface area of his shield, and projectiles can target his head or unprotected right side. The advantage is with some luck he could grab the opponent’s weapon and snap it in half.
The Stone Curse: Sigurd’s left arm is made of marble, to put things simply. However, the arm has a few magical qualities which account for his prowess.
It does not encumber him in the slightest, which means he can throw the arm around with all its strength at no disadvantage.
It has no issue with lactic acid build up, and is near impervious to conventional forms of damage. The marble itself is incredibly thick, making up the entire arm, and has been shown to slowly repair itself if scratched or cracked.
It dulls the effect of magic which targets Sigurd or the arm itself. In theory, he could reach into the void and effect otherwise intangible opponents such as ghosts with his left arm.
It can apply massive amounts of force; his left arm is roughly three times the strength of his right, allowing it to roughly curl 240kg.
Sigurd's Story (So Far): Sigurd was born in the far north of his homeland, dragons scoured the earth and his people could do nothing. He grew to impressive fame after his fabled slaying of a dragon, the first to do so. The act in which he killed the beast was also notable, he apparently dealt a paralysing blow with his left arm, and chopped straight through the creatures skull with a long sword. The tales were not believed, until his first public appearance revealed a startling and controversial trait, his left arm and shoulder were encased in stone. Living stone which did not hinder him in the slightest, yet allowed him to place ridiculous force into his blows, and remain unscathed in the process.
His fame grew as he slew a number of dragons on his travels, though he grew listless and weary of trekking through the north. In an encounter that by all accounts should have been his last he was thrown into the dimension of the Liason's tournament, the Way of the Warrior, where he was forced into combat with a number of dangerous individuals. Despite being obviously outclassed the warrior known as Sigurd performed well, before coming unstuck against an undead opponent with power beyond anything he had ever seen. When all his attacks failed him he was stabbed from behind and suffered a mortal blow, forcing him to leave the tournament in second place, his prize being his life.
After returning to his homeland with the knowledge of his tournament victories and losses he encountered a small dragon that embarrassingly forced him to flee battle for the first time, and after doing so resolved to pick up throwing axes and practice with them for any future encounters of the sort. Since then Sigurd has mostly wandered, the few remaining dragons in his homeland managing to evade his pursuit and cause untold devastation.
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Identity
Name: Brennus
Race: Human, Iceni
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Born: 40 A.D
Weight: 80kg
Appearance: Brennus stands at about five feet eight inches tall, with the muscled build of a trained warrior. He has brown eyes and naturally brown hair, though it is usually dyed white blonde with ash and lime and stuck up in a mad messy affair. He has a similarly dyed blonde moustache, though not as thick as usual for his people. His features are relatively plain, but handsome enough, save for two thick scars, one on each cheek. His left forearm is branded with a crude S, and his lightly tanned body is criss-crossed with a number of similar scars, mostly from cuts.
Equipment
Weapons:
Spear: Brennus is outfitted with a spear about as tall as he is with a wooden shaft and a steel tip. It can double as a javelin in particularly desperate situations, and is well weighted for this purpose.
Longsword: Brennus carries a Celtic Longsword, which could be considered made of steel such was the skill of ancient Celtic ironworkers. It features a small guard and a bone hilt with a steel blade roughly 90cm long.
Shield: Brennus carries a roughly oval shield about 100cm tall and 75cm wide, made of oak and covered with leather, with an iron rim. The front is decorated with green spirals roughly resembling plants on a brown background.
Clothes:
Tartan patterned wool trousers, blue and brown, his torso is bare.
Leather sandals
Armour:
N/A
Physical Capabilities
Strength: Brennus is a strong man, though by no means unreasonably so, and is more than capable of lifting up to twice his body weight at a push.
Speed: Brennus moves quickly, he can run as fast as 20mph, aided somewhat by his lack of encumbering armour.
Agility: Brennus has proven himself to be more agile than any he has had to face thus far, perhaps placing his reflexes at the peak of human potential.
Endurance: Almost three years of harsh gladiatorial training has forced Brennus’ body to its maximum potential, resulting in his impressive ability to fight for extended periods of time. Though well within human capabilities he is unlikely to tire in any short skirmish.
Durability: Brennus is a man, his body as fallible as any other.
Senses: Brennus has decent eye sight, 20-20 vision, his other senses are fairly average, save that he has grown to resist pain after suffering a number of minor wounds across his relatively short life.
Skills
Brennus is competent with a number of weapons, he is particularly skilled with the spear and sword coupled with a shield.
He can also throw javelins with fairly dependable accuracy, scoring hits on a target up to fifty feet away around 8 in 10 times.
Brennus can use a sling and bow with average skill.
Brennus is adept at traversing difficult terrain quickly, making him a particularly dangerous opponent in forested and other treacherous arena types.
Brennus has the questionable skills taught to him by two and a half years of fighting in the Roman Gladiatorial Arena. These include fighting dirty when necessary, fighting multiple opponents and even fighting wild animals.
Brennus can ride a horse and a chariot, though neither with any particular noteworthy skill.
History
Brennus was born in the lands of the Iceni, somewhat similar to modern day Norfolk in England. His tribe willingly submitted to the Romans, albeit without the occasional threats when faced with disarmament. However, the death of their king and the uprising of the legendary Queen Boudicca saw Brennus, a young noble of the tribe, drawn into battle with the Italian invaders. His people fought valiantly, but were ultimately undone in the battle of Watling Street. Brennus himself was captured after the battle and picked up by slavers as a potential ‘sacrifice’ for the Arena.
His bloody survival of his pre-destined execution turned the crowds onto his favour, and he never looked back. He still hopes to escape his fate, but for two and a half years has fought and trained as a gladiator at the behest of the people of Rome. He fights in the fashion of his people, the Iceni, keeping their legacy alive through his actions. No one has killed him as of yet.
Name: Brennus
Race: Human, Iceni
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Born: 40 A.D
Weight: 80kg
Appearance: Brennus stands at about five feet eight inches tall, with the muscled build of a trained warrior. He has brown eyes and naturally brown hair, though it is usually dyed white blonde with ash and lime and stuck up in a mad messy affair. He has a similarly dyed blonde moustache, though not as thick as usual for his people. His features are relatively plain, but handsome enough, save for two thick scars, one on each cheek. His left forearm is branded with a crude S, and his lightly tanned body is criss-crossed with a number of similar scars, mostly from cuts.
Equipment
Weapons:
Spear: Brennus is outfitted with a spear about as tall as he is with a wooden shaft and a steel tip. It can double as a javelin in particularly desperate situations, and is well weighted for this purpose.
Longsword: Brennus carries a Celtic Longsword, which could be considered made of steel such was the skill of ancient Celtic ironworkers. It features a small guard and a bone hilt with a steel blade roughly 90cm long.
Shield: Brennus carries a roughly oval shield about 100cm tall and 75cm wide, made of oak and covered with leather, with an iron rim. The front is decorated with green spirals roughly resembling plants on a brown background.
Clothes:
Tartan patterned wool trousers, blue and brown, his torso is bare.
Leather sandals
Armour:
N/A
Physical Capabilities
Strength: Brennus is a strong man, though by no means unreasonably so, and is more than capable of lifting up to twice his body weight at a push.
Speed: Brennus moves quickly, he can run as fast as 20mph, aided somewhat by his lack of encumbering armour.
Agility: Brennus has proven himself to be more agile than any he has had to face thus far, perhaps placing his reflexes at the peak of human potential.
Endurance: Almost three years of harsh gladiatorial training has forced Brennus’ body to its maximum potential, resulting in his impressive ability to fight for extended periods of time. Though well within human capabilities he is unlikely to tire in any short skirmish.
Durability: Brennus is a man, his body as fallible as any other.
Senses: Brennus has decent eye sight, 20-20 vision, his other senses are fairly average, save that he has grown to resist pain after suffering a number of minor wounds across his relatively short life.
Skills
Brennus is competent with a number of weapons, he is particularly skilled with the spear and sword coupled with a shield.
He can also throw javelins with fairly dependable accuracy, scoring hits on a target up to fifty feet away around 8 in 10 times.
Brennus can use a sling and bow with average skill.
Brennus is adept at traversing difficult terrain quickly, making him a particularly dangerous opponent in forested and other treacherous arena types.
Brennus has the questionable skills taught to him by two and a half years of fighting in the Roman Gladiatorial Arena. These include fighting dirty when necessary, fighting multiple opponents and even fighting wild animals.
Brennus can ride a horse and a chariot, though neither with any particular noteworthy skill.
History
Brennus was born in the lands of the Iceni, somewhat similar to modern day Norfolk in England. His tribe willingly submitted to the Romans, albeit without the occasional threats when faced with disarmament. However, the death of their king and the uprising of the legendary Queen Boudicca saw Brennus, a young noble of the tribe, drawn into battle with the Italian invaders. His people fought valiantly, but were ultimately undone in the battle of Watling Street. Brennus himself was captured after the battle and picked up by slavers as a potential ‘sacrifice’ for the Arena.
His bloody survival of his pre-destined execution turned the crowds onto his favour, and he never looked back. He still hopes to escape his fate, but for two and a half years has fought and trained as a gladiator at the behest of the people of Rome. He fights in the fashion of his people, the Iceni, keeping their legacy alive through his actions. No one has killed him as of yet.
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Azakanealina’Kaelin
‘The Sculptor’
Name: Kaelin
Race: The Ascended
Pre-Ascension Gender: Male
Age: 3426 (Earth Years)
Height: 6ft 5” (considering normal hovering height)
Weight: 200kg
Appearance: Kaelin could most easily be described as a large sculpture of a legless man with four arms. His body is made of a polished reddish-brown rock; his face is strangely angular and lacks a nose, with a slit for a mouth and small beady eyes. He has a block resembling a medium sized human beard which has been carefully detailed to resemble hair. Although the body is perfect and unblemished any details considered aesthetically pleasing are incredibly beautifully wrought. His body is noticeably muscular, as an addition to this ‘perfect’ visage. The body has been carved naked save for a sculpted loin-cloth around the waist. Due to the lack of legs, Kaelin hovers above the ground by about three feet.
History of the Ascended: In the Universe of the Ascended they are supreme beings, likened to gods by those who have grown aware of their presence. Contained within this universe was the world of Antire and the Fireen, and like all worlds in this universe there is one common ability among its people, a form of energy manipulation named Antireen control by the Fireen. When one becomes so adept with this ability that they grow a conscious understanding of the ebb and flow of all energy around them, they become Ascended. Discarding their mortal bodies and all its trappings they become creatures of pure energy held together by their will alone, and in doing so intrinsically link themselves to solar-system levels of power. The complete control over the forces of energy provide individuals with control over life itself and all its constructs, as one knows that in all things energy creates… and destroys.
This fascination with creation and destruction, the natural process of renewal as it will, makes the Ascended builders and destroyers in equal measure. It is also this hubris which sets them in contention with the Dreamer race, who catalogue and preserve, to their minds halting progress. The Ascended have carefully avoided full-scale war since first contact with the Dreamers, for no other reason than that the Ascended are very few in number, with a new individual joining their ranks incredibly rarely.
Kaelin, known as the Sculptor for the majesty of his crafts, was always a prideful being. Such could be seen in his decision to re-don the trappings of a mortal body, of a sorts, one he created himself to be perfect to his eye. When the Dreamer race had the audacity to trespass upon one of his flawed creations, taking something he had intended to destroy and preserving it forever, he marked them as his mortal enemies. It was to this end that he created his most deadly force of change, the Void.
(Read Fury’s history to find out more about the Void and the fate of Antire, one of the Sculptor’s worlds.)
With the Void trapped in a mortal body its powers were weakened severely and Kaelin was shamed by his failures. However, the Fireen seems driven enough by its power that he may just strike down a Dreamer or two, and to Kaelin that would be more than enough.
Abilities: Energy Mastery
Kaelin is intrinsically linked with the ebb and flow of energy in all its forms in a solar-system wide region. This provides him with a vast degree of power to work with, though it is limited in terms of interfering with the energy manipulation of others. Due to the unique nature of energy converted into mana and other personal forms of power it is rarely if ever worth the effort of contesting control with someone. Kaelin instead tends to use his abilities to mitigate the effects of a user’s ability, or to create his own devastating effects with what ‘free’ energy he has at his disposal.
Kaelin can carry out almost any physical act, due to the abundance of energy he can convert into a kinetic form at will. He may also create a wide variety of materials, substances and even beings, using energy alone as a foundation. The only limitation to his abilities tends to be the time it takes to carry them through, and that his energy supply is not limitless, nor his ability to utilize it.
‘The Sculptor’
Name: Kaelin
Race: The Ascended
Pre-Ascension Gender: Male
Age: 3426 (Earth Years)
Height: 6ft 5” (considering normal hovering height)
Weight: 200kg
Appearance: Kaelin could most easily be described as a large sculpture of a legless man with four arms. His body is made of a polished reddish-brown rock; his face is strangely angular and lacks a nose, with a slit for a mouth and small beady eyes. He has a block resembling a medium sized human beard which has been carefully detailed to resemble hair. Although the body is perfect and unblemished any details considered aesthetically pleasing are incredibly beautifully wrought. His body is noticeably muscular, as an addition to this ‘perfect’ visage. The body has been carved naked save for a sculpted loin-cloth around the waist. Due to the lack of legs, Kaelin hovers above the ground by about three feet.
History of the Ascended: In the Universe of the Ascended they are supreme beings, likened to gods by those who have grown aware of their presence. Contained within this universe was the world of Antire and the Fireen, and like all worlds in this universe there is one common ability among its people, a form of energy manipulation named Antireen control by the Fireen. When one becomes so adept with this ability that they grow a conscious understanding of the ebb and flow of all energy around them, they become Ascended. Discarding their mortal bodies and all its trappings they become creatures of pure energy held together by their will alone, and in doing so intrinsically link themselves to solar-system levels of power. The complete control over the forces of energy provide individuals with control over life itself and all its constructs, as one knows that in all things energy creates… and destroys.
This fascination with creation and destruction, the natural process of renewal as it will, makes the Ascended builders and destroyers in equal measure. It is also this hubris which sets them in contention with the Dreamer race, who catalogue and preserve, to their minds halting progress. The Ascended have carefully avoided full-scale war since first contact with the Dreamers, for no other reason than that the Ascended are very few in number, with a new individual joining their ranks incredibly rarely.
Kaelin, known as the Sculptor for the majesty of his crafts, was always a prideful being. Such could be seen in his decision to re-don the trappings of a mortal body, of a sorts, one he created himself to be perfect to his eye. When the Dreamer race had the audacity to trespass upon one of his flawed creations, taking something he had intended to destroy and preserving it forever, he marked them as his mortal enemies. It was to this end that he created his most deadly force of change, the Void.
(Read Fury’s history to find out more about the Void and the fate of Antire, one of the Sculptor’s worlds.)
With the Void trapped in a mortal body its powers were weakened severely and Kaelin was shamed by his failures. However, the Fireen seems driven enough by its power that he may just strike down a Dreamer or two, and to Kaelin that would be more than enough.
Abilities: Energy Mastery
Kaelin is intrinsically linked with the ebb and flow of energy in all its forms in a solar-system wide region. This provides him with a vast degree of power to work with, though it is limited in terms of interfering with the energy manipulation of others. Due to the unique nature of energy converted into mana and other personal forms of power it is rarely if ever worth the effort of contesting control with someone. Kaelin instead tends to use his abilities to mitigate the effects of a user’s ability, or to create his own devastating effects with what ‘free’ energy he has at his disposal.
Kaelin can carry out almost any physical act, due to the abundance of energy he can convert into a kinetic form at will. He may also create a wide variety of materials, substances and even beings, using energy alone as a foundation. The only limitation to his abilities tends to be the time it takes to carry them through, and that his energy supply is not limitless, nor his ability to utilize it.
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Judgement
(Minus the swords on the pauldrons)
Race: Divine
Full name: Unknown
Nickname: Judgement
Gender: Assumed male
Height: Seven foot (fully armoured)
Weight: Fully armoured, comes in at around 250kg.
Weapons
Hammer of Judgement, God’s Judgement
A massive warhammer five feet in length with a foot long head pronged with spikes, the end of the shaft has a similar spiked implement. Passively he may charge the hammer with a glowing nimbus which allows it to overcome physical and magical defences in proportion to its charge. It is near indestructible, and can be remade in his hands two posts after its destruction if someone manages to. It weighs roughly 100kg, but no other person can lift it without first praying to his lord, false prayers will result in one’s immediate death. This effect also makes Judgement similarly resistant to being lifted, because the hammer increases his weight massively to his opponent’s perception. When thrown, it re-materialises in his hands at the end of my next post.
Sword of God
An exceptional weapon only given to a chosen few who serve the Lord and only for brief periods of time. Though rare to see Judgement with this weapon, it has often been considered a less formidable weapon than his ordinary war-hammer. It has the visage of a huge greatsword about six foot in length, with a blade that looks like steel with a gold tint. Jugement throws the huge weapon around as if it were weightless, and can wield it in one or two hands interchangeably. Its edge is notoriously sharper than it should be, and the blade is incredibly difficult to break or tarnish, it flows with the divine aura of the Lord increasing its effectiveness against evil forces, as one would expect from a holy warrior.
Equipment: The armour of the gods, full plate mail of an unidentified origin, imbued with runes of power, specifically designed to distort the flows of magic. Elemental magic and entropy connected to a mage is wavered and eventually cut. Prolonged exposure from attacks like elemental fire usually fails after a few seconds. At its full power magic is pretty much brushed aside unless prepared extensively or used in a sudden powerful burst. It’s also impossibly tough when he faces opponents at his true strength, becoming many times more durable than diamond.
Power list:
Immortality
Strength of a god (Superhuman strength) this is, along with his durability, his strongest trait. It far exceeds the average for his high tier because it’s boosted at a cost of few activated magical abilities. (His grip is also incredibly powerful) One can always expect Judgement to be (physically) stronger than his opponent by some margin, as he is supposed to be physically difficult for any opponent to overcome.
Indomitable will (Superhuman endurance) Judgement is an agent of the divines, his hammer is their judgement, he will not be stopped.
Divine Durability: Beneath his armour, Judgement is a Divine (similar in essence to an Angel, but without wings.) He looks a lot like a human male, but lacks internal Organs and his blood is golden in colour. He seems to be independent of Human biological needs and weaknesses, but can still bleed out or lose his limbs and die in that fashion, at a far slower rate than a human however.
Divine resistance, As well as resistance to aging and magic, he is more than a hundred times more resistant to things like poisons and paralysis solutions, it is not necessary for him to breath air, if in a hostile environment.
God’s speed, (Fast) Judgement moves far quicker than his heavily armoured form would suggest, also increasing his ability to jump far and high, he maxes out at about one hundred miles per hour, and accelerates as fast as the average car.
Battle hardened; Judgement has fought some of the greatest warriors of all time, and lived to fight again. He’s defeated some of the greatest, and been beaten by the best. However he always returns an agent of the divines, their immortal judgement.
Prayers to the lord; Judgement can pray to the God he serves, granting him the ability to briefly overcome powerful magic or abilities at the same level as his charge. He must pray consistently over time to match stronger attacks. With this ability he can also be transported into other dimensions, times, and planets. This also allows him to heal himself, with each sustained prayer building up on the healing with minor wounds (for his tier) healed immediately and more serious ones healed after more time. Because of his strange link to his armour, healing himself also extends to repairing his armour.
Agent of the Gods, when not testing budding warriors, Judgement often serves his purpose as an extension of the will of his God, serving him to the best of his abilities. At max power, when faced with evil opponents he can literally set them alight with a brush of his hand, provided he can overcome their magical defences. This is because the God’s aura within him flows outwards, infusing with the enemy. It also means lesser minions like undead and the like can easily be dispatched with divine magic, and any unholy magic cast upon him is particularly weakened because he is completely pure. He himself is not magical at all, but his god uses him as a vessel for his magic.
(Minus the swords on the pauldrons)
Race: Divine
Full name: Unknown
Nickname: Judgement
Gender: Assumed male
Height: Seven foot (fully armoured)
Weight: Fully armoured, comes in at around 250kg.
Weapons
Hammer of Judgement, God’s Judgement
A massive warhammer five feet in length with a foot long head pronged with spikes, the end of the shaft has a similar spiked implement. Passively he may charge the hammer with a glowing nimbus which allows it to overcome physical and magical defences in proportion to its charge. It is near indestructible, and can be remade in his hands two posts after its destruction if someone manages to. It weighs roughly 100kg, but no other person can lift it without first praying to his lord, false prayers will result in one’s immediate death. This effect also makes Judgement similarly resistant to being lifted, because the hammer increases his weight massively to his opponent’s perception. When thrown, it re-materialises in his hands at the end of my next post.
Sword of God
An exceptional weapon only given to a chosen few who serve the Lord and only for brief periods of time. Though rare to see Judgement with this weapon, it has often been considered a less formidable weapon than his ordinary war-hammer. It has the visage of a huge greatsword about six foot in length, with a blade that looks like steel with a gold tint. Jugement throws the huge weapon around as if it were weightless, and can wield it in one or two hands interchangeably. Its edge is notoriously sharper than it should be, and the blade is incredibly difficult to break or tarnish, it flows with the divine aura of the Lord increasing its effectiveness against evil forces, as one would expect from a holy warrior.
Equipment: The armour of the gods, full plate mail of an unidentified origin, imbued with runes of power, specifically designed to distort the flows of magic. Elemental magic and entropy connected to a mage is wavered and eventually cut. Prolonged exposure from attacks like elemental fire usually fails after a few seconds. At its full power magic is pretty much brushed aside unless prepared extensively or used in a sudden powerful burst. It’s also impossibly tough when he faces opponents at his true strength, becoming many times more durable than diamond.
Power list:
Immortality
Strength of a god (Superhuman strength) this is, along with his durability, his strongest trait. It far exceeds the average for his high tier because it’s boosted at a cost of few activated magical abilities. (His grip is also incredibly powerful) One can always expect Judgement to be (physically) stronger than his opponent by some margin, as he is supposed to be physically difficult for any opponent to overcome.
Indomitable will (Superhuman endurance) Judgement is an agent of the divines, his hammer is their judgement, he will not be stopped.
Divine Durability: Beneath his armour, Judgement is a Divine (similar in essence to an Angel, but without wings.) He looks a lot like a human male, but lacks internal Organs and his blood is golden in colour. He seems to be independent of Human biological needs and weaknesses, but can still bleed out or lose his limbs and die in that fashion, at a far slower rate than a human however.
Divine resistance, As well as resistance to aging and magic, he is more than a hundred times more resistant to things like poisons and paralysis solutions, it is not necessary for him to breath air, if in a hostile environment.
God’s speed, (Fast) Judgement moves far quicker than his heavily armoured form would suggest, also increasing his ability to jump far and high, he maxes out at about one hundred miles per hour, and accelerates as fast as the average car.
Battle hardened; Judgement has fought some of the greatest warriors of all time, and lived to fight again. He’s defeated some of the greatest, and been beaten by the best. However he always returns an agent of the divines, their immortal judgement.
Prayers to the lord; Judgement can pray to the God he serves, granting him the ability to briefly overcome powerful magic or abilities at the same level as his charge. He must pray consistently over time to match stronger attacks. With this ability he can also be transported into other dimensions, times, and planets. This also allows him to heal himself, with each sustained prayer building up on the healing with minor wounds (for his tier) healed immediately and more serious ones healed after more time. Because of his strange link to his armour, healing himself also extends to repairing his armour.
Agent of the Gods, when not testing budding warriors, Judgement often serves his purpose as an extension of the will of his God, serving him to the best of his abilities. At max power, when faced with evil opponents he can literally set them alight with a brush of his hand, provided he can overcome their magical defences. This is because the God’s aura within him flows outwards, infusing with the enemy. It also means lesser minions like undead and the like can easily be dispatched with divine magic, and any unholy magic cast upon him is particularly weakened because he is completely pure. He himself is not magical at all, but his god uses him as a vessel for his magic.
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Name: Adrian Valdovsk
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Class: Assassin
Faction: Unaffiliated
Tier: 4
Appearing age: Twenties
Appearance:
Adrian has a handsome appearance, perhaps accentuated to unrealistic standards by the Vampiric curse which stripped some of the more rugged aspects of his complexion. His body is lithe but evidently strong and muscular, his neck is marked with two faint scars made by fangs. He tends to wear his hair short to medium length, it's colour is as black as the night. Like most Vampires of Caucasian descent his skin has an unnatural paleness.
Build type: Athletic
Height: 6ft 0”
Weight: 83kg
Hair colour: Black
Hair style: Mid length
Supernatural powers
As a vampire, Adrian is expected to surpass the limits of an ordinary human by a sizable degree. As it stands, his abilities are as followed.
His strength is roughly twice that which can be attained by a peak human male, giving him power in his muscles way beyond what someone of his build should reach. This physical strength presents itself not only in blows, but also in running and jumping. His jump height is about twenty feet vertical and thirty feet horizontal, which can reach thirty feet vertical with a running start by forty feet across.
However, it is his speed which marks him out as unique, and gives him such a fearsome reputation. Even most vampires struggle to keep up with him blow for blow, and at a straight sprint he can outrun the average Lycan.
Statistically, he can move at about four times the speed of a peak human male, giving him a sprinting speed of about 120mph.
His reflexes are obviously far superior to a human to compensate for such speeds, and as such he can react at four times the speed of a human, meaning something like a bullet could actually be spotted and partially avoided. This doesn’t mean he is unhittable of course, but that you shouldn’t expect to land a punch to the jaw if you’re throwing it at the speed of an average human.
His endurance and stamina have both made sizable improvements, although these are both highly dependent upon feeding. When recently fed, he can regenerate from wounds and keep running for hours on end, throw multitudes of blows and become incredibly difficult to kill. Two or three days without feeding however can reduce him to near human capabilities, a most distasteful state of events. This also accounts for his immortality (no aging)
His senses are very much enhanced by his predatory blood, his eye sight almost four times as acute (Half that at night, but still much better than a humans night vision)(although this only comes from concentration, the same with all his senses.) His hearing twice as acute, and his sense of smell almost ten times as acute, especially for blood. His sense of touch is actually somewhat dimmed, at about half what can normally be felt by a human, this acts as a mild pain killer allowing him to ignore the majority of injuries for some time.
His fangs and claws are usually concealed, but can be released at any time. Both are incredibly durable, the claws especially, and razor sharp, allowing him to cut through flesh with ease.
His bite can drain the blood, but in three days’ time it also makes the afflicted a familiar, the introduction of Adrian’s own blood quickens this process to minutes if they drink, but also makes them a full vampire in three days instead. While they undergo the process they are incredibly susceptible to seduce.
His body is very resistant to frost, poisons and diseases due to his vampiric blood and general undead-ness.
Supernatural Weaknesses
However, the flip side of this is an extreme weakness to fire. In direct sunlight his skin burns and his powers are reduced by half, three quarters after five minutes. His eyes are also very sensitive to bright lights.
Wood or silver piercing his heart kills him, although it has to be relatively significant, a single splinter could be pulled out and his muscle would heal. Decapitation also works.
Learned Skills
Advanced acrobatics and climbing.
Thief skills such as lock picking, pickpocketing and stealthy movement.
Almost all forms of weapon skills (In his timeline, nothing past 1960’s would have any familiarity in his hands) have been at least perfected to adept levels. Although he favours short swords, pistols and rifles have also been invented in his life time, and he is an above average marksman.
He was actually an able hunter before turning, and his profession has only given him more time to perfect his skill with the bow.
Adrian seems like a fairly adept martial artist, though his exact style is unknown it seems to be a mix of Judo and a striking art like Kick Boxing.
Learning of certain poisons and effects, obviously he had had enough time to become above averagely knowledgeable.
Fairly wide knowledge of the mythological and supernatural world, due to lengthy experience with all forms of monsters and an above average knowledge of their strengths and weaknesses due to extensive reading.
Magic
Mist - Adrian can turn into mist and burst forward from his original position at about brisk walking speed. His maximum distance is fifteen feet, and the effort of doing this is considerable. The first time takes very little away, but the second time he would lose about half of his stamina, the third time he would hardly be able to fight past human standards.
Shadow Cloak - The vampiric assassin is also capable of making himself blend into the shadows, when used in a dimly lit house or at night in the open world, he can become invisible. Detect life spells obviously don’t work on him in this state, but he’s also found that without some preparation an average dispel or detection spell won’t locate him either. This ability can be used for a maximum of an hour cumulative on and off in a day. It seems to be the mark of midnight which allows him to regain his hour of use.
Muffle – A fairly simple spell that makes all Adrian's actions silent, including footsteps and any sound his armour may naturally make when moving. It may be used with one other power active, such as Shadow Cloak, but automatically de-activates upon use of a third ability.
Silence - Prevents an opponent from talking or casting spells, it is launched as a green hex which flies as fast as an arrow. The time it lasts is usually very brief, only five or ten seconds depending on an opponent’s mental constitution.
Poison – Adrian can poison his blood, allowing him to apply it to his blades and arrows. When poisoned, if it enters someone’s blood stream it causes rapid delirium and fever. A normal human would collapse after a few minutes, and began to turn into a familiar. Undead are relatively unaffected by this attack, but other vampires are somewhat susceptible.
Seduce – Basic vampire ability, coerces someone to do as the vampire wishes, usually works on mortals at close ranges, can be resisted by PC’s.
Equipment
Life Taker – An obsidian dagger about 9 inches in length, the edge seems smooth but it is actually incredibly sharp. It’s also been enchanted so the actual blade is about equivalent to an 8 on the Mohs hardness scale. It looks like a fairly standard straight blade, the hilt and blade are both black. Any wound dealt by the blade has shown to be incredibly slow to heal, and can continue bleeding for up to an hour. The hilt is made of the same metal as Death bringer’s blade, and is therefore incredibly durable.
Death Bringer – A Viking sword about 30 inches in length, made of a dark metal so infused with magic it has no common name. The blade itself is unnaturally sharp and durable, capable of cutting clean through a chainmail vest with Adrian’s impressive strength behind it multiple times with no damage to the weapon itself.
Hunt – A bow usually only brought on missions. It’s a recurved bow, made of a black wood. The arrows are obsidian tipped, and therefore incredibly sharp. The bow itself is unnaturally silent, and about 90cm in length. It can fire about 300 meters accurately.
Armour: A full set of lightweight and trimmed down black leather armour, with a black hood. The armour is moderately enchanted to provide the protection of heavy leather armour or padded armour such as a hauberk. It could very well stop an arrow or slow down a bullet, it would not be as effective against a thrust from a blade or spear, but it might turn or weaken a cut if he's particularly lucky.
History and personality
My name is Adrian Valdovsk, I was born in 1503 and I come from a land of endless forests and eternal darkness. The sun shines here so very rarely, now that is but a blessing. For the light burns me, it weakens me, it drives me insane. It does this because I am a vampire. This is my curse, so many fools see it as a blessing, and they wish to be like wolves amongst cattle. They see my race as hunters, as something beautiful. This is not true; I do not feel… myself. I will never feel right again.
Not always was I this creature before you, not always did I loathe every moment of my existence. I am selfish, selfish of my own life, and of the life I used to have. Would I let myself die? Let myself starve to end this miserable existence? No.
My mistake was to enter the village, to boast of my own prowess in the hunt, my riches and my success. It did not matter to them that I lied, only that I lived. They took that away from me, I fawned at their feet for decades, slavering for morsels. When I grew strong, I took my revenge as I took their blood. I ripped open their throats, I burned them alive. I killed the undead, I killed my own kind and I’ve never heard the end of it.
After I left the village, the blood on my hands and face wiped clean, I wandered for a while. I realised I could experience some of the things I loved as a mortal. More exciting were the things which I found even more vivid, more engaging and more enticing as a vampire. These things were sinful though, but in my depression I wallowed in such depraved acts. What care had I for my morality? For my soul, for the afterlife, there was only one place for me. Indeed, I decided better to enjoy my unnatural life for as long as I could, for I feared what would come when it ended.
Even as I write this though, my thoughts have changed, now I tire of eternal life. The people… they no longer concern themselves with such aged spirituality, and I know in my heart what comes after death. Eternal slumber, and I’ve grown so weary.
Written by Adrian Valdovsk, 1923 Valdovsk’ Memoirs
I never thought I'd write again, indeed looking back I realise I was quite the melodramatic fool once, though an honest one. I have experienced hard-ship, certainly, but also pleasure beyond that which I can describe and certainly more than a damned soul like mine deserved. Many I have faced in pursuit of my own greed or to stave off hunger or boredom, some even made some small impact upon me. I have decided to record the names of these here, so that I do not forget to value what life I have, which I have prolonged through the suffering and pain of these others.
Perhaps my most interesting combat, I once was commission to wage a private war against an organisation that styled themselves as peacekeepers or police. They were naive, but interesting. I lured their forces in with some small episode of chaos, poisoning a water-source and driving nearby inhabitants mad. When the forces arrived I encountered an interesting woman who adopted strange mutations throughout our contest, though I bested her with my knife and forced her to flee. I still remember the taste of her blood on my knife, exquisite. The so called Chief also made an appearance that night, he fell swiftly to my sword. I regret not pursuing the woman.
It seems to have been my fate to run across the swords of my beloved's people often in my unlife. I had not been to her homeland, though I had heard much about it she never told me of the favoured swords of there so called 'Samurai'. Yet later I saw many, and one such occasion had me face a man with two of the 'Katana' swords. They were fearsome weapons, their owner skilled in their use. Perhaps our conflict will one day be renewed, and concluded.
Finally, I faced a most interesting creature masked as a man in the catacombs. He was one not of this world, and though I defeated him promptly he dealt me a vicious wound that even my Vampiric nature struggled to heal. He too utilized the Katana, an interesting coincidence, though one I still assume was only that, a coincidence.
I suspect there will be many more confrontations ahead of me and some behind me I have neglected to mention, but for now, I tire of writing.
Valdovsk Memoirs, revisited. Author, Adrian Valdovsk -
Quirks/Simplified personality matrix: Adrian seems to be a sadistic and cold creature, taking life without remorse and almost always out for his own gain. He falls into the Neutral evil alignment. He’s also very methodical, but considering his profession is more than capable of adapting to changing events.
However, upon further reflection Adrian seems to be a melancholy soul, overly dramatic and fantastical, filled with south doubt and loathing and prone to fits of depression alongside periods of intense enjoyment. His character is not a simple one.
He has a strange love of the natural world which has remained with him since his days as a human. His home is in a cave in a forest.
He also, strangely, seems to favour talking in miscellaneous Haiku. He only deviates from this strange self-imposed rule when the situation strongly demands it.
Name: Adrian Valdovsk
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Class: Assassin
Faction: Unaffiliated
Tier: 4
Appearing age: Twenties
Appearance:
Adrian has a handsome appearance, perhaps accentuated to unrealistic standards by the Vampiric curse which stripped some of the more rugged aspects of his complexion. His body is lithe but evidently strong and muscular, his neck is marked with two faint scars made by fangs. He tends to wear his hair short to medium length, it's colour is as black as the night. Like most Vampires of Caucasian descent his skin has an unnatural paleness.
Build type: Athletic
Height: 6ft 0”
Weight: 83kg
Hair colour: Black
Hair style: Mid length
Supernatural powers
As a vampire, Adrian is expected to surpass the limits of an ordinary human by a sizable degree. As it stands, his abilities are as followed.
His strength is roughly twice that which can be attained by a peak human male, giving him power in his muscles way beyond what someone of his build should reach. This physical strength presents itself not only in blows, but also in running and jumping. His jump height is about twenty feet vertical and thirty feet horizontal, which can reach thirty feet vertical with a running start by forty feet across.
However, it is his speed which marks him out as unique, and gives him such a fearsome reputation. Even most vampires struggle to keep up with him blow for blow, and at a straight sprint he can outrun the average Lycan.
Statistically, he can move at about four times the speed of a peak human male, giving him a sprinting speed of about 120mph.
His reflexes are obviously far superior to a human to compensate for such speeds, and as such he can react at four times the speed of a human, meaning something like a bullet could actually be spotted and partially avoided. This doesn’t mean he is unhittable of course, but that you shouldn’t expect to land a punch to the jaw if you’re throwing it at the speed of an average human.
His endurance and stamina have both made sizable improvements, although these are both highly dependent upon feeding. When recently fed, he can regenerate from wounds and keep running for hours on end, throw multitudes of blows and become incredibly difficult to kill. Two or three days without feeding however can reduce him to near human capabilities, a most distasteful state of events. This also accounts for his immortality (no aging)
His senses are very much enhanced by his predatory blood, his eye sight almost four times as acute (Half that at night, but still much better than a humans night vision)(although this only comes from concentration, the same with all his senses.) His hearing twice as acute, and his sense of smell almost ten times as acute, especially for blood. His sense of touch is actually somewhat dimmed, at about half what can normally be felt by a human, this acts as a mild pain killer allowing him to ignore the majority of injuries for some time.
His fangs and claws are usually concealed, but can be released at any time. Both are incredibly durable, the claws especially, and razor sharp, allowing him to cut through flesh with ease.
His bite can drain the blood, but in three days’ time it also makes the afflicted a familiar, the introduction of Adrian’s own blood quickens this process to minutes if they drink, but also makes them a full vampire in three days instead. While they undergo the process they are incredibly susceptible to seduce.
His body is very resistant to frost, poisons and diseases due to his vampiric blood and general undead-ness.
Supernatural Weaknesses
However, the flip side of this is an extreme weakness to fire. In direct sunlight his skin burns and his powers are reduced by half, three quarters after five minutes. His eyes are also very sensitive to bright lights.
Wood or silver piercing his heart kills him, although it has to be relatively significant, a single splinter could be pulled out and his muscle would heal. Decapitation also works.
Learned Skills
Advanced acrobatics and climbing.
Thief skills such as lock picking, pickpocketing and stealthy movement.
Almost all forms of weapon skills (In his timeline, nothing past 1960’s would have any familiarity in his hands) have been at least perfected to adept levels. Although he favours short swords, pistols and rifles have also been invented in his life time, and he is an above average marksman.
He was actually an able hunter before turning, and his profession has only given him more time to perfect his skill with the bow.
Adrian seems like a fairly adept martial artist, though his exact style is unknown it seems to be a mix of Judo and a striking art like Kick Boxing.
Learning of certain poisons and effects, obviously he had had enough time to become above averagely knowledgeable.
Fairly wide knowledge of the mythological and supernatural world, due to lengthy experience with all forms of monsters and an above average knowledge of their strengths and weaknesses due to extensive reading.
Magic
Mist - Adrian can turn into mist and burst forward from his original position at about brisk walking speed. His maximum distance is fifteen feet, and the effort of doing this is considerable. The first time takes very little away, but the second time he would lose about half of his stamina, the third time he would hardly be able to fight past human standards.
Shadow Cloak - The vampiric assassin is also capable of making himself blend into the shadows, when used in a dimly lit house or at night in the open world, he can become invisible. Detect life spells obviously don’t work on him in this state, but he’s also found that without some preparation an average dispel or detection spell won’t locate him either. This ability can be used for a maximum of an hour cumulative on and off in a day. It seems to be the mark of midnight which allows him to regain his hour of use.
Muffle – A fairly simple spell that makes all Adrian's actions silent, including footsteps and any sound his armour may naturally make when moving. It may be used with one other power active, such as Shadow Cloak, but automatically de-activates upon use of a third ability.
Silence - Prevents an opponent from talking or casting spells, it is launched as a green hex which flies as fast as an arrow. The time it lasts is usually very brief, only five or ten seconds depending on an opponent’s mental constitution.
Poison – Adrian can poison his blood, allowing him to apply it to his blades and arrows. When poisoned, if it enters someone’s blood stream it causes rapid delirium and fever. A normal human would collapse after a few minutes, and began to turn into a familiar. Undead are relatively unaffected by this attack, but other vampires are somewhat susceptible.
Seduce – Basic vampire ability, coerces someone to do as the vampire wishes, usually works on mortals at close ranges, can be resisted by PC’s.
Equipment
Life Taker – An obsidian dagger about 9 inches in length, the edge seems smooth but it is actually incredibly sharp. It’s also been enchanted so the actual blade is about equivalent to an 8 on the Mohs hardness scale. It looks like a fairly standard straight blade, the hilt and blade are both black. Any wound dealt by the blade has shown to be incredibly slow to heal, and can continue bleeding for up to an hour. The hilt is made of the same metal as Death bringer’s blade, and is therefore incredibly durable.
Death Bringer – A Viking sword about 30 inches in length, made of a dark metal so infused with magic it has no common name. The blade itself is unnaturally sharp and durable, capable of cutting clean through a chainmail vest with Adrian’s impressive strength behind it multiple times with no damage to the weapon itself.
Hunt – A bow usually only brought on missions. It’s a recurved bow, made of a black wood. The arrows are obsidian tipped, and therefore incredibly sharp. The bow itself is unnaturally silent, and about 90cm in length. It can fire about 300 meters accurately.
Armour: A full set of lightweight and trimmed down black leather armour, with a black hood. The armour is moderately enchanted to provide the protection of heavy leather armour or padded armour such as a hauberk. It could very well stop an arrow or slow down a bullet, it would not be as effective against a thrust from a blade or spear, but it might turn or weaken a cut if he's particularly lucky.
History and personality
My name is Adrian Valdovsk, I was born in 1503 and I come from a land of endless forests and eternal darkness. The sun shines here so very rarely, now that is but a blessing. For the light burns me, it weakens me, it drives me insane. It does this because I am a vampire. This is my curse, so many fools see it as a blessing, and they wish to be like wolves amongst cattle. They see my race as hunters, as something beautiful. This is not true; I do not feel… myself. I will never feel right again.
Not always was I this creature before you, not always did I loathe every moment of my existence. I am selfish, selfish of my own life, and of the life I used to have. Would I let myself die? Let myself starve to end this miserable existence? No.
My mistake was to enter the village, to boast of my own prowess in the hunt, my riches and my success. It did not matter to them that I lied, only that I lived. They took that away from me, I fawned at their feet for decades, slavering for morsels. When I grew strong, I took my revenge as I took their blood. I ripped open their throats, I burned them alive. I killed the undead, I killed my own kind and I’ve never heard the end of it.
After I left the village, the blood on my hands and face wiped clean, I wandered for a while. I realised I could experience some of the things I loved as a mortal. More exciting were the things which I found even more vivid, more engaging and more enticing as a vampire. These things were sinful though, but in my depression I wallowed in such depraved acts. What care had I for my morality? For my soul, for the afterlife, there was only one place for me. Indeed, I decided better to enjoy my unnatural life for as long as I could, for I feared what would come when it ended.
Even as I write this though, my thoughts have changed, now I tire of eternal life. The people… they no longer concern themselves with such aged spirituality, and I know in my heart what comes after death. Eternal slumber, and I’ve grown so weary.
Written by Adrian Valdovsk, 1923 Valdovsk’ Memoirs
I never thought I'd write again, indeed looking back I realise I was quite the melodramatic fool once, though an honest one. I have experienced hard-ship, certainly, but also pleasure beyond that which I can describe and certainly more than a damned soul like mine deserved. Many I have faced in pursuit of my own greed or to stave off hunger or boredom, some even made some small impact upon me. I have decided to record the names of these here, so that I do not forget to value what life I have, which I have prolonged through the suffering and pain of these others.
Perhaps my most interesting combat, I once was commission to wage a private war against an organisation that styled themselves as peacekeepers or police. They were naive, but interesting. I lured their forces in with some small episode of chaos, poisoning a water-source and driving nearby inhabitants mad. When the forces arrived I encountered an interesting woman who adopted strange mutations throughout our contest, though I bested her with my knife and forced her to flee. I still remember the taste of her blood on my knife, exquisite. The so called Chief also made an appearance that night, he fell swiftly to my sword. I regret not pursuing the woman.
It seems to have been my fate to run across the swords of my beloved's people often in my unlife. I had not been to her homeland, though I had heard much about it she never told me of the favoured swords of there so called 'Samurai'. Yet later I saw many, and one such occasion had me face a man with two of the 'Katana' swords. They were fearsome weapons, their owner skilled in their use. Perhaps our conflict will one day be renewed, and concluded.
Finally, I faced a most interesting creature masked as a man in the catacombs. He was one not of this world, and though I defeated him promptly he dealt me a vicious wound that even my Vampiric nature struggled to heal. He too utilized the Katana, an interesting coincidence, though one I still assume was only that, a coincidence.
I suspect there will be many more confrontations ahead of me and some behind me I have neglected to mention, but for now, I tire of writing.
Valdovsk Memoirs, revisited. Author, Adrian Valdovsk -
Quirks/Simplified personality matrix: Adrian seems to be a sadistic and cold creature, taking life without remorse and almost always out for his own gain. He falls into the Neutral evil alignment. He’s also very methodical, but considering his profession is more than capable of adapting to changing events.
However, upon further reflection Adrian seems to be a melancholy soul, overly dramatic and fantastical, filled with south doubt and loathing and prone to fits of depression alongside periods of intense enjoyment. His character is not a simple one.
He has a strange love of the natural world which has remained with him since his days as a human. His home is in a cave in a forest.
He also, strangely, seems to favour talking in miscellaneous Haiku. He only deviates from this strange self-imposed rule when the situation strongly demands it.
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Aegis
Identity Matrix
Name: Alexandros
Moniker: Aegis
Race: Demi-God (Human and Titan)
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Alignment: Lawful Good
Appearance Matrix
Face: Aegis looks like a fairly ordinary teenager from Ancient Greece, his hair is a muddy blonde colour of medium length, and his skin is tanned olive. He doesn’t have any facial hair as of yet, he has bright blue eyes. His features are symmetrical and appealing enough to be called fairly attractive, though not immediately noticeable.
Height: 5ft 6”
Weight: 65kg
Build: Wiry
Physical Traits
Aegis has fairly remarkable physical traits for a young man, reaching the peak of human potential despite his misleadingly slight form.
Aegis’s divine biology increases his resistance to pain, poison and disease, though it doesn’t grant immunity to any of those things. He is also able to survive extreme environments for longer periods of time than an ordinary human, hence the peak of human potential.
Aegis’ blood is red and gold in colour, making it fairly noticeable. It also has the unique quality of regenerating wounds it comes into contact with, so bleeding wounds heal quickly on Aegis.
Aegis has a natural affinity for combat and battle, as part of his warlike father’s divine blood running through him, hence his fairly impressive skill for a young man.
Skills
Aegis can use a spear, a short sword and a hoplite shield with some competency.
He can throw a javelin with decent accuracy.
He can use a sling.
Abilities
Son of Atlas
Aegis’ special abilities come from his father, the Titan Atlas. They give him an inherent knowledge of the Earth around him and the ability to summon the Celestial Orb of Moon.
Earth Sight: Aegis can sense any movement around him through vibrations of the Earth, he also has a completely accurate mental picture of the ground around him at all times at around 100 feet away from him in every direction.
Moon Orb: Aegis can summon the Celestial Orb of Moon in particularly dire situations, a rocky orb about as big as a football. When utilized the Orb allows the user to manipulate the Earth around them in a radius around them. Due to Aegis’ inexperience he can only control the earth in a ten foot radius around him. Earth only applies to –
Rock
Stone
Dirt
Mud
Sand
And materials built up from a component of any of these things predominantly.
Limitations – As the Orb is used it slowly reduces in size, if it reaches the size of a golf ball it becomes useless, showing that its power has been used up.
The Orb can be fairly restrictive as it requires either concentration to maintain hovering or the physical holding of it in one or both hands.
Entrapping Orb: The last resort ability of the Moon Orb, it may be thrown at an opponent and manipulated from range as if it were earth. Aegis uses this extra range attack to split the Orb into an incredibly durable wrapping that can restrain an opponent. The orb is used up and cannot be regained in its original form until midnight.
Equipment:
Bronze Panoply (Hoplite) armour and a bronze Corinthian helmet.
Dory spear (6ft long)
Aspis Shield (85 cm diameter)
Xiphos short sword (55cm long)
History
Alexandros was born in Epirus in ancient times, most likely during the 12 trials of Hercules which was of course one of the main periods of time when Atlas was free from his burden of what was colloquially known as holding up the sky. During this time the Titan spread his seed as a back-up plan in case he failed to escape his eternal duty. Alexandros was one of the fruits of this plan, and Atlas was indeed re-imprisoned.
As one might imagine, Alexandros is from an Earth where mythology is very real and very dangerous. He was taken in by the people of his mother’s village in Epirus when she died birthing him, it was this act of kindness that ultimately made Alexandros, or Aegis as he became known at just 12, into a hero. He felt a debt to the vulnerable humans who had saved him, and though he knew very little of what he was he felt he could do something to protect them.
Fast-forward three years and Alexandros has a grasp of the final piece of evidence he needs, discovering his father was in fact Atlas the Titan General and betrayer of the Olympians. He wonders now what his next step should be.
Identity Matrix
Name: Alexandros
Moniker: Aegis
Race: Demi-God (Human and Titan)
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Alignment: Lawful Good
Appearance Matrix
Face: Aegis looks like a fairly ordinary teenager from Ancient Greece, his hair is a muddy blonde colour of medium length, and his skin is tanned olive. He doesn’t have any facial hair as of yet, he has bright blue eyes. His features are symmetrical and appealing enough to be called fairly attractive, though not immediately noticeable.
Height: 5ft 6”
Weight: 65kg
Build: Wiry
Physical Traits
Aegis has fairly remarkable physical traits for a young man, reaching the peak of human potential despite his misleadingly slight form.
Aegis’s divine biology increases his resistance to pain, poison and disease, though it doesn’t grant immunity to any of those things. He is also able to survive extreme environments for longer periods of time than an ordinary human, hence the peak of human potential.
Aegis’ blood is red and gold in colour, making it fairly noticeable. It also has the unique quality of regenerating wounds it comes into contact with, so bleeding wounds heal quickly on Aegis.
Aegis has a natural affinity for combat and battle, as part of his warlike father’s divine blood running through him, hence his fairly impressive skill for a young man.
Skills
Aegis can use a spear, a short sword and a hoplite shield with some competency.
He can throw a javelin with decent accuracy.
He can use a sling.
Abilities
Son of Atlas
Aegis’ special abilities come from his father, the Titan Atlas. They give him an inherent knowledge of the Earth around him and the ability to summon the Celestial Orb of Moon.
Earth Sight: Aegis can sense any movement around him through vibrations of the Earth, he also has a completely accurate mental picture of the ground around him at all times at around 100 feet away from him in every direction.
Moon Orb: Aegis can summon the Celestial Orb of Moon in particularly dire situations, a rocky orb about as big as a football. When utilized the Orb allows the user to manipulate the Earth around them in a radius around them. Due to Aegis’ inexperience he can only control the earth in a ten foot radius around him. Earth only applies to –
Rock
Stone
Dirt
Mud
Sand
And materials built up from a component of any of these things predominantly.
Limitations – As the Orb is used it slowly reduces in size, if it reaches the size of a golf ball it becomes useless, showing that its power has been used up.
The Orb can be fairly restrictive as it requires either concentration to maintain hovering or the physical holding of it in one or both hands.
Entrapping Orb: The last resort ability of the Moon Orb, it may be thrown at an opponent and manipulated from range as if it were earth. Aegis uses this extra range attack to split the Orb into an incredibly durable wrapping that can restrain an opponent. The orb is used up and cannot be regained in its original form until midnight.
Equipment:
Bronze Panoply (Hoplite) armour and a bronze Corinthian helmet.
Dory spear (6ft long)
Aspis Shield (85 cm diameter)
Xiphos short sword (55cm long)
History
Alexandros was born in Epirus in ancient times, most likely during the 12 trials of Hercules which was of course one of the main periods of time when Atlas was free from his burden of what was colloquially known as holding up the sky. During this time the Titan spread his seed as a back-up plan in case he failed to escape his eternal duty. Alexandros was one of the fruits of this plan, and Atlas was indeed re-imprisoned.
As one might imagine, Alexandros is from an Earth where mythology is very real and very dangerous. He was taken in by the people of his mother’s village in Epirus when she died birthing him, it was this act of kindness that ultimately made Alexandros, or Aegis as he became known at just 12, into a hero. He felt a debt to the vulnerable humans who had saved him, and though he knew very little of what he was he felt he could do something to protect them.
Fast-forward three years and Alexandros has a grasp of the final piece of evidence he needs, discovering his father was in fact Atlas the Titan General and betrayer of the Olympians. He wonders now what his next step should be.
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“All this potential, every spell memorized after years of painstaking practice and mental exercise, worthless. Without mana, we are nothing.”
Metz the Mana-Less Mage
Identity
Name: Metzalaatla Akalikalat
Nicknamed: Metz, Mad Metz, The Manaless Mage, The Pillar Elementalist
Race: Torm (Alternate Human)
Homeworld: Felenr
Age: 47
Appearance
Appearing Age: 30
Face: Metz has an angular face, bordering on gaunt, and usually sports a short reddish-brown beard, his eyes are green with a noticeable ring of a lilac coloration around both his pupil and iris. He has an angular scar through his left eye-brow, preventing hair growth in a small area. His teeth are lightly stained and he has noticeably sharp canines, but are otherwise unremarkable.
Hair: Metz has reddish-brown hair which he usually keeps tied back in a short pony-tail with a leather band, it’s long enough to fall over his eyes when loose.
Body Type: Metz has a wiry frame, with lean compact muscle appropriate for a survivor of the apocalypse.
Skin: Metz has very pale skin, despite being exposed to the sun constantly, due to genetics mostly. If one looks very carefully they might notice dark patches, particularly on his fingers and around the skin surrounding his eyes.
Height: 6ft
Weight: 70kg
Personality: Metz has a strange, almost erratic personality. At one time incredibly stern or sombre he can rapidly change to making odd jokes or dark comments. One can only assume Dark Mana has had some degenerative effect on his mind, changing whatever personality the original man had forever.
Biological Properties:
Torm are fairly similar to humans in terms of biology, and Metz is a fairly average example save for his natural affinity to utilize mana, which makes him a mage. There are a couple of differences between Torm and Humans however, namely that Torm don’t have an appendix, which is a fairly useless organ and a misstep in human evolution. Their bones are also somewhat more durable, without weighing any more than human bones. They also have a terrible sense of smell, even worse than a humans to the point where their noses are almost exclusively just for breathing.
Up until recently, mana had interacted with every infant born on Felenr and made them physically fitter by speeding the regrowth of torn muscle and reducing recovery time from fatigue. It was essentially a super-drug. Though that mana is now gone, when re-introduced into a Torm’s body who was born when Mana was prevalent twenty years ago, they gain a short burst of super-human capabilities as their bodies greedily use up the mana they absorb. For ordinary Torm this is a welcome but fairly unimportant boost, where-as to mages it is both a blessing and a curse, for they sacrifice precious spell casting energy on running fast and jumping high for a short period of time.
Without mana, Metz physical capabilities are:
Strength: Bench 100kg, lift own body weight fairly capably.
Speed: Run consistently for about five minutes at fifteen miles per hour, speedy acceleration.
Agility: Peak human
Endurance: Capable of maintaining vigorous activity with little decline for about ten minutes non-stop, fairly quick recovery time.
Durability: Naturally more durable than a human of his size, due to stronger bones, still suffers from flesh wounds and the like pretty badly.
Skills:
Metz can fight moderately competently with his hands, favouring quick darting strikes rather than directly contesting someone with his strength.
Metz can use firearms, firearms on Felenr bare some similarities to more common Earth weaponry, so his ability is somewhat translatable.
Metz has insanely good precision and accuracy for someone with human characteristics, this is only increased when his body goes into overdrive on mana.
Metz can climb with some significant skill.
Metz has a number of survival-esque skills one would expect from a lone survivor of the apocalypse.
Abilities:
PURE MANA: Mana in its most primal and effective form, this can be moulded into any spell developed by the Torm mages so far. It also feeds Metz’ body, allowing him to nearly triple his ordinary physical characteristics for a very short period. (perhaps a minute at most if no spells are used.) This revitalisation of his body also reduces the effects of aging and has a number of other restorative effects, such as combatting poisons and disease. Pure mana can be fairly quickly manipulated into a wide range of spells by the process of casting, which requires specific phrases to be used in conjunction with a specific frame of mind to construct the spell. It is no quicker or slower at becoming any type of spell, unlike Black Mana which is somewhat faster at becoming a destructive spell.
BLACK (Corrupt) MANA: Corrupt mana created from the blood of an organism, though usually the users own. It has a darker influence than the neutrality of pure mana, damaging the users psyche as much as his body. When under its effects the users body undergoes a rapid change, growing slightly more muscled while the skin darkens around the eyes and hands, it increases Metz’ physical capabilities by up to six times. Black mana is limited in that it cannot be used for spells that require a healthy state of mind, such as healing and shielding, but it is useful in that it jumps at the opportunity to become something hurtful or destructive. (Half the casting time for destruction and pain spells, healing and shielding spells are unusable.)
Mana must be used wholly before a different type may be applied, or the differing mana types have a tendency to react unpredictably and can cause the mage significant harm. There is a maximum amount of each type of mana that a Torm can process at one time, consuming any more would just be wasteful. On average, Metz can cast two to three spells using one vial of Mana, or six of his elemental circles. The ultimate spells, Splitting River, Death Hand, and The Chamber and Purge are all one time use per vial of mana.
Spell List
List of spells: Casting Time
Shielding Spells
Spellbreaker: Three seconds
The mage is covered by a transparent shield which blocks an opponent’s supernatural abilities for about fifteen seconds, it can be overcome by the force of an opponent’s spells.
Aegis: Three seconds
The mage is covered in a golden glow which repels physical assaults against their person, transferring only a tenth of physical force across their whole body and repelling physical damage and wounding. It can be overcome by immense physical force, and lasts about fifteen seconds.
Splitting River: Five seconds
Probably the most powerful defensive spell known to Torm, Splitting River is mostly used to reduce the effect of an opponent’s most powerful ranged attack or spells, it works by meeting the destructive power of an ability or attack and splitting it evenly down the middle, diverting each stream of the attack to either side of the mage, who stands behind the point of the split. This isn’t 100% effective, but it takes the sting off otherwise devastating abilities.
Destructive Spells
Bolt: 2 Seconds
Unleashes a bolt of lightning from the user’s hand, may be used with both hands to fire a three-pronged lightning bolt, but the user is thrown backwards upon launching the attack. It dissipates at any range over one hundred feet, or when it hits something.
Death Hand: Two seconds
Allows the user to imbue their palm with the essence of death for two seconds, which is essentially parasitic mana, when applied directly to an opponent it quickly numbs the area and begins draining the life from them, after twenty seconds the essence of death explodes with green energy in a tight area, tending to destroy whatever flesh it was applied to. The weakness of the ability is that when casting it the opponent has a deep feeling of foreboding, knowing instantly that they must avoid the essence of death at all costs.
Pillar Elementalist: Metz’ nickname comes from his unique form of utilizing the elements, in something similar to pillars. It works by imbuing a circular area of varied size depending on desired effect, at a distance of up to 100 meters from the man which he can either see or vaguely observe (So although he couldn’t see the top of a building for example, he can observe where the top –would be- and activate his ability). The outline of this circle corresponds to the basic element he is planning to manifest, red for fire, blue for water, white for air, brown/orange for earth.
Fire Pillar: Time Varies
Metz imbues the Earth with a red circle, two feet in diameter for every second spent casting, this in turn increases the height of the ability when it’s unleashed by four feet per second. Once the circle is placed it can be activated instantly at any point, causing a gushing torrent of fire that burns at around 1500 degrees Celsius to be unleashed in an upwards pillar corresponding to the cast time. Regardless of the casting time the fire pillar lasts three seconds, and reaches its full height in a second.
Water Pillar: In essence the same as the Fire Pillar, save that the effect causes a torrent of water to blast upwards and then fold in on itself, potentially trapping a foe. This pillar moves at 100 feet per
second. The water can be directed to move in different directions, essentially making this ability more of a flexible pillar. Lasts three seconds.
Earth Pillars: Works similarly to the fire pillar, except that the shape of the pillar can be manipulated, into spikes for example. This pillar moves at two hundred feet per second. Remains after activation until the earth is moved back down by the mage or destroyed/moved in some other fashion.
Air Pillar: Unique in that the air actually blasts down from a height of roughly double whatever is caught inside the pillar, moving at two hundred feet per second. It can batter a man to his knees with ease, though it is relatively un-lethal. Lasts three seconds.
The Chamber: Metz’ unique spell which utilizes all of his Pillars, allowing him to create a structure for capturing and eliminating powerful foes. It combines other spells he knows and can take different shapes. This spell takes ten seconds to manifest ordinarily.
Healing Spells
Veil of Health: Six seconds
Allows the user to create a doorway of rejuvenating energy, when passed through it heals minor wounds and gives them a quick burst of energy that wears off after about thirty seconds. It’s essentially the magical form of a second wind.
Stabilize: Two seconds
An emergency healing spell, it allows the user to stabilize their own, or someone they’re in contact with, vitals. The immediate effect of this is to cease bleeding from all open wounds, to briefly numb all pain from wounds, to isolate disease or poison, and to essentially give the target a brief period of respite. Its effects last about ten seconds, giving the user time to concentrate on a more extensive healing ability.
Purge: Five seconds
A magical ability which negates all foreign entities acting on the user, removing curses, debuffs, poisons, and diseases. It works over the course of a minute, sometimes taking longer to remove more extensive issues. The user is immune to further similar effects while the magic is working, but it drains mana quickly.
Misc Spells
Seeing Eye: Three Seconds
Metz manifests a second eye, which allows him to scour through a battlefield with a magical sight which is incredibly difficult to hide from. The only limitation is that it can only see with this increased perception directly in front of him, so sneaking up behind him is still an option. However the sight can see straight through brick walls and the like up to 100 meters.
Disperse: Two Seconds
Metz can remove obscuring clouds and smoke and other dangerous elements in the air from his immediate vicinity for up to thirty seconds using this spell.
Levitate: Two Seconds
Metz can briefly remove the effects of gravity on his person for ten seconds, also granting him the ability to hover up to ten feet off the ground and over pitfalls etc.
Lift: Two Seconds
One of the few utility spells Metz still remembers from when his life wasn’t just about survival and conflict, Lift allows him to essentially raise an intimate object of up to two tonnes off the ground by up to ten feet for ten seconds. It doesn’t lift particularly quickly however.
Mana Condensing: Two Seconds
Used to convert Pure Mana from a Felenr well-spring into a liquid form which can be consumed.
Black Mana Ritual: Five seconds
Used to turn a vial of blood into a vial of Black Mana.
Equipment
Armour: Metz wears a green woollen jumper with numerous holes in it, with a scrapped together vest over the top made of a material called Dural, which is for all intents and purposes similar to a stab-proof vest. Beneath his jumper is a form fitting underlay called Underpad, it has proven effective at resisting small-arms fire from as close as fifteen feet away, so in conjunction with the Dural vest Metz has significant upper body resistance to fire-arms.
His trousers resemble tough brown cargo pants, and he wears black boots.
Weapons:Metz carries a sharp slightly curved knife called a Shint, it’s made of steel and is roughly fifteen inches from handle to point. He carries it across his chest in a sheath.
He also carries a Fire-Type 2, which is the second model of the original Fire-Type, a pistol variant designed almost eighty years prior. The most recent weaponry on Felenr became useless as it relied on mana, so the Fire-Type is archaic in design. It roughly resembles a match-lock pistol, but with a stubby block on the top of the weapon which almost resembles a magazine. It can be loaded with up to four roughly 9mm equivalent rounds by feeding them into this compartment, but it must be fired with a single-shot action and the hammer has to be pulled back with each shot. Luckily Metz is an exceptional marksman, and the weapon is not as inaccurate as human matchlocks, it’s about as powerful as a matchlock and is accurate up to 100 feet. He carries it in a holster on his right hip.
Metz also has a small backpack with food and drink for a couple of days and a few other survival supplies. He also wears a belt with space for four vials, one is always filled with black mana and one with Pure Mana, and the other two are randomly rolled for before a battle begins by a judge. Roll 1, empty, 2, Black Mana, 3 Pure Mana.
Additional Fluff
The Short History of Felenr, his Homeworld
Felenr is a world like our own save for that mana exists as another element in the atmosphere and could be utilized as energy similar to how humanity intends to use hydrogen. It was a supremely efficient fuel, and although the few unique individuals known as mages were able to feel that mana shouldn’t be used for industry the majority of the race were ignorant of the entity. Sometime in the last twenty years however a process which had been happening at a trickle suddenly increased tenfold, mana began to disappear.
Three years after mana’s departure civilisation crumbled and anarchy reigned, governments fell and people died enmasse to war and disease. The magi fought over the remaining reservoirs, areas where such significant mana poured from underground that even with the bleeding effect the substance could still be gained. To the proud Magi mana almost became a drug.
Three years after that, Black Mana was discovered. None of the Magi were prepared for the devestation it caused in the hands of a Dark Mage who quickly grew addicted and mad from its allure. Terrible rituals and sacrifices saw the mana become taboo, but none-the-less Mages were forced to utilize it or go completely unprotected.
In a post-apocalyptic world the remaining Torm struggle for survival, one of them is Metz, the Pillar Elementalist, one of many Mages that still cling to the old ways and resist the maddening effects of Black Mana.
On Magic in Felenr
Magic in Felenr requires a great deal of time and effort to master even at a basic level. Each spell must be learned with painstaking practice and memorized so that it can be utilized in stressful situations. It is rare for any mage to manage to muster more than fifty spells even with their extended life spans.
Metz life before and after the decline
Metz’ was always an above average mage, noteworthy but not quite council worthy. He took some work as a field operative in the Magi-rebellion some years prior to the fall of mana, and so had experienced his fair share of war. His unique weaponized Elemental Pillars were a devastating force on the battlefield, and earned him a number of nicknames.
After the fall with mana growing increasingly scarce Metz turned to Black Mana, finding it more powerful than he could ever imagine. As he wandered the fallen ruins of his civilisation he began to wonder, how had mana disappeared almost overnight?
With something of a purpose Metz spent the next fifteen years going from well-spring to well-spring and tracking the bleeding effect of the mana there. Avoiding Black Mana as much as possible, he instead learned to condense mana in the air and place it into vials to be consumed directly when required. After all that time researching he finally thought he had found the source of his people’s woes. Closing in on a nondescript mountain-range somewhere in the far south… he believed he had found a portal to another world, and they had stolen all his damn mana.
Post NoW
Metz’ found a portal, and he also found the source of his people’s suffering. He discovered that beyond his world lay a Nexus of interlinking planets and galaxies, with worries and fears that stripped his personal turmoil of gravitas. In accepting an invitation from a mysterious figure known as ‘Skallagrim’ he was drawn into the conflict of the multiverse and played his own small part. In contests designed to conceal and protect the Key to Ghourkas’ prison Metz excelled using skills harnessed over a life-time of struggle and survival. In close matches against both a deformed assassin and a humanoid Wolf he prevailed, before his final show-down with an agent of the Angar-Ryllan. Through perseverance and no small amount of luck, Metz was victorious in the Nexus of Worlds, and received the Key of Ghourkas to use as he saw fit. Ghourkas, he learned, had been the source of his planet’s (Felenr) decline and so Metz decided to use the tool to seal him tighter in his prison, stifling his leaching of Felenr’s mana. Upon his triumphant return he discovered chaos in the Nexus, and Skallagrim was captured by unknown forces. After fighting unsuccessfully, Metz was saved by the magic of the Dreamers and returned to his homeworld, where he now resides, seeking out new sources of Mana and developing his skills from his experiences, a forever changed man.
Metz the Mana-Less Mage
Identity
Name: Metzalaatla Akalikalat
Nicknamed: Metz, Mad Metz, The Manaless Mage, The Pillar Elementalist
Race: Torm (Alternate Human)
Homeworld: Felenr
Age: 47
Appearance
Appearing Age: 30
Face: Metz has an angular face, bordering on gaunt, and usually sports a short reddish-brown beard, his eyes are green with a noticeable ring of a lilac coloration around both his pupil and iris. He has an angular scar through his left eye-brow, preventing hair growth in a small area. His teeth are lightly stained and he has noticeably sharp canines, but are otherwise unremarkable.
Hair: Metz has reddish-brown hair which he usually keeps tied back in a short pony-tail with a leather band, it’s long enough to fall over his eyes when loose.
Body Type: Metz has a wiry frame, with lean compact muscle appropriate for a survivor of the apocalypse.
Skin: Metz has very pale skin, despite being exposed to the sun constantly, due to genetics mostly. If one looks very carefully they might notice dark patches, particularly on his fingers and around the skin surrounding his eyes.
Height: 6ft
Weight: 70kg
Personality: Metz has a strange, almost erratic personality. At one time incredibly stern or sombre he can rapidly change to making odd jokes or dark comments. One can only assume Dark Mana has had some degenerative effect on his mind, changing whatever personality the original man had forever.
Biological Properties:
Torm are fairly similar to humans in terms of biology, and Metz is a fairly average example save for his natural affinity to utilize mana, which makes him a mage. There are a couple of differences between Torm and Humans however, namely that Torm don’t have an appendix, which is a fairly useless organ and a misstep in human evolution. Their bones are also somewhat more durable, without weighing any more than human bones. They also have a terrible sense of smell, even worse than a humans to the point where their noses are almost exclusively just for breathing.
Up until recently, mana had interacted with every infant born on Felenr and made them physically fitter by speeding the regrowth of torn muscle and reducing recovery time from fatigue. It was essentially a super-drug. Though that mana is now gone, when re-introduced into a Torm’s body who was born when Mana was prevalent twenty years ago, they gain a short burst of super-human capabilities as their bodies greedily use up the mana they absorb. For ordinary Torm this is a welcome but fairly unimportant boost, where-as to mages it is both a blessing and a curse, for they sacrifice precious spell casting energy on running fast and jumping high for a short period of time.
Without mana, Metz physical capabilities are:
Strength: Bench 100kg, lift own body weight fairly capably.
Speed: Run consistently for about five minutes at fifteen miles per hour, speedy acceleration.
Agility: Peak human
Endurance: Capable of maintaining vigorous activity with little decline for about ten minutes non-stop, fairly quick recovery time.
Durability: Naturally more durable than a human of his size, due to stronger bones, still suffers from flesh wounds and the like pretty badly.
Skills:
Metz can fight moderately competently with his hands, favouring quick darting strikes rather than directly contesting someone with his strength.
Metz can use firearms, firearms on Felenr bare some similarities to more common Earth weaponry, so his ability is somewhat translatable.
Metz has insanely good precision and accuracy for someone with human characteristics, this is only increased when his body goes into overdrive on mana.
Metz can climb with some significant skill.
Metz has a number of survival-esque skills one would expect from a lone survivor of the apocalypse.
Abilities:
PURE MANA: Mana in its most primal and effective form, this can be moulded into any spell developed by the Torm mages so far. It also feeds Metz’ body, allowing him to nearly triple his ordinary physical characteristics for a very short period. (perhaps a minute at most if no spells are used.) This revitalisation of his body also reduces the effects of aging and has a number of other restorative effects, such as combatting poisons and disease. Pure mana can be fairly quickly manipulated into a wide range of spells by the process of casting, which requires specific phrases to be used in conjunction with a specific frame of mind to construct the spell. It is no quicker or slower at becoming any type of spell, unlike Black Mana which is somewhat faster at becoming a destructive spell.
BLACK (Corrupt) MANA: Corrupt mana created from the blood of an organism, though usually the users own. It has a darker influence than the neutrality of pure mana, damaging the users psyche as much as his body. When under its effects the users body undergoes a rapid change, growing slightly more muscled while the skin darkens around the eyes and hands, it increases Metz’ physical capabilities by up to six times. Black mana is limited in that it cannot be used for spells that require a healthy state of mind, such as healing and shielding, but it is useful in that it jumps at the opportunity to become something hurtful or destructive. (Half the casting time for destruction and pain spells, healing and shielding spells are unusable.)
Mana must be used wholly before a different type may be applied, or the differing mana types have a tendency to react unpredictably and can cause the mage significant harm. There is a maximum amount of each type of mana that a Torm can process at one time, consuming any more would just be wasteful. On average, Metz can cast two to three spells using one vial of Mana, or six of his elemental circles. The ultimate spells, Splitting River, Death Hand, and The Chamber and Purge are all one time use per vial of mana.
Spell List
List of spells: Casting Time
Shielding Spells
Spellbreaker: Three seconds
The mage is covered by a transparent shield which blocks an opponent’s supernatural abilities for about fifteen seconds, it can be overcome by the force of an opponent’s spells.
Aegis: Three seconds
The mage is covered in a golden glow which repels physical assaults against their person, transferring only a tenth of physical force across their whole body and repelling physical damage and wounding. It can be overcome by immense physical force, and lasts about fifteen seconds.
Splitting River: Five seconds
Probably the most powerful defensive spell known to Torm, Splitting River is mostly used to reduce the effect of an opponent’s most powerful ranged attack or spells, it works by meeting the destructive power of an ability or attack and splitting it evenly down the middle, diverting each stream of the attack to either side of the mage, who stands behind the point of the split. This isn’t 100% effective, but it takes the sting off otherwise devastating abilities.
Destructive Spells
Bolt: 2 Seconds
Unleashes a bolt of lightning from the user’s hand, may be used with both hands to fire a three-pronged lightning bolt, but the user is thrown backwards upon launching the attack. It dissipates at any range over one hundred feet, or when it hits something.
Death Hand: Two seconds
Allows the user to imbue their palm with the essence of death for two seconds, which is essentially parasitic mana, when applied directly to an opponent it quickly numbs the area and begins draining the life from them, after twenty seconds the essence of death explodes with green energy in a tight area, tending to destroy whatever flesh it was applied to. The weakness of the ability is that when casting it the opponent has a deep feeling of foreboding, knowing instantly that they must avoid the essence of death at all costs.
Pillar Elementalist: Metz’ nickname comes from his unique form of utilizing the elements, in something similar to pillars. It works by imbuing a circular area of varied size depending on desired effect, at a distance of up to 100 meters from the man which he can either see or vaguely observe (So although he couldn’t see the top of a building for example, he can observe where the top –would be- and activate his ability). The outline of this circle corresponds to the basic element he is planning to manifest, red for fire, blue for water, white for air, brown/orange for earth.
Fire Pillar: Time Varies
Metz imbues the Earth with a red circle, two feet in diameter for every second spent casting, this in turn increases the height of the ability when it’s unleashed by four feet per second. Once the circle is placed it can be activated instantly at any point, causing a gushing torrent of fire that burns at around 1500 degrees Celsius to be unleashed in an upwards pillar corresponding to the cast time. Regardless of the casting time the fire pillar lasts three seconds, and reaches its full height in a second.
Water Pillar: In essence the same as the Fire Pillar, save that the effect causes a torrent of water to blast upwards and then fold in on itself, potentially trapping a foe. This pillar moves at 100 feet per
second. The water can be directed to move in different directions, essentially making this ability more of a flexible pillar. Lasts three seconds.
Earth Pillars: Works similarly to the fire pillar, except that the shape of the pillar can be manipulated, into spikes for example. This pillar moves at two hundred feet per second. Remains after activation until the earth is moved back down by the mage or destroyed/moved in some other fashion.
Air Pillar: Unique in that the air actually blasts down from a height of roughly double whatever is caught inside the pillar, moving at two hundred feet per second. It can batter a man to his knees with ease, though it is relatively un-lethal. Lasts three seconds.
The Chamber: Metz’ unique spell which utilizes all of his Pillars, allowing him to create a structure for capturing and eliminating powerful foes. It combines other spells he knows and can take different shapes. This spell takes ten seconds to manifest ordinarily.
Healing Spells
Veil of Health: Six seconds
Allows the user to create a doorway of rejuvenating energy, when passed through it heals minor wounds and gives them a quick burst of energy that wears off after about thirty seconds. It’s essentially the magical form of a second wind.
Stabilize: Two seconds
An emergency healing spell, it allows the user to stabilize their own, or someone they’re in contact with, vitals. The immediate effect of this is to cease bleeding from all open wounds, to briefly numb all pain from wounds, to isolate disease or poison, and to essentially give the target a brief period of respite. Its effects last about ten seconds, giving the user time to concentrate on a more extensive healing ability.
Purge: Five seconds
A magical ability which negates all foreign entities acting on the user, removing curses, debuffs, poisons, and diseases. It works over the course of a minute, sometimes taking longer to remove more extensive issues. The user is immune to further similar effects while the magic is working, but it drains mana quickly.
Misc Spells
Seeing Eye: Three Seconds
Metz manifests a second eye, which allows him to scour through a battlefield with a magical sight which is incredibly difficult to hide from. The only limitation is that it can only see with this increased perception directly in front of him, so sneaking up behind him is still an option. However the sight can see straight through brick walls and the like up to 100 meters.
Disperse: Two Seconds
Metz can remove obscuring clouds and smoke and other dangerous elements in the air from his immediate vicinity for up to thirty seconds using this spell.
Levitate: Two Seconds
Metz can briefly remove the effects of gravity on his person for ten seconds, also granting him the ability to hover up to ten feet off the ground and over pitfalls etc.
Lift: Two Seconds
One of the few utility spells Metz still remembers from when his life wasn’t just about survival and conflict, Lift allows him to essentially raise an intimate object of up to two tonnes off the ground by up to ten feet for ten seconds. It doesn’t lift particularly quickly however.
Mana Condensing: Two Seconds
Used to convert Pure Mana from a Felenr well-spring into a liquid form which can be consumed.
Black Mana Ritual: Five seconds
Used to turn a vial of blood into a vial of Black Mana.
Equipment
Armour: Metz wears a green woollen jumper with numerous holes in it, with a scrapped together vest over the top made of a material called Dural, which is for all intents and purposes similar to a stab-proof vest. Beneath his jumper is a form fitting underlay called Underpad, it has proven effective at resisting small-arms fire from as close as fifteen feet away, so in conjunction with the Dural vest Metz has significant upper body resistance to fire-arms.
His trousers resemble tough brown cargo pants, and he wears black boots.
Weapons:Metz carries a sharp slightly curved knife called a Shint, it’s made of steel and is roughly fifteen inches from handle to point. He carries it across his chest in a sheath.
He also carries a Fire-Type 2, which is the second model of the original Fire-Type, a pistol variant designed almost eighty years prior. The most recent weaponry on Felenr became useless as it relied on mana, so the Fire-Type is archaic in design. It roughly resembles a match-lock pistol, but with a stubby block on the top of the weapon which almost resembles a magazine. It can be loaded with up to four roughly 9mm equivalent rounds by feeding them into this compartment, but it must be fired with a single-shot action and the hammer has to be pulled back with each shot. Luckily Metz is an exceptional marksman, and the weapon is not as inaccurate as human matchlocks, it’s about as powerful as a matchlock and is accurate up to 100 feet. He carries it in a holster on his right hip.
Metz also has a small backpack with food and drink for a couple of days and a few other survival supplies. He also wears a belt with space for four vials, one is always filled with black mana and one with Pure Mana, and the other two are randomly rolled for before a battle begins by a judge. Roll 1, empty, 2, Black Mana, 3 Pure Mana.
Additional Fluff
The Short History of Felenr, his Homeworld
Felenr is a world like our own save for that mana exists as another element in the atmosphere and could be utilized as energy similar to how humanity intends to use hydrogen. It was a supremely efficient fuel, and although the few unique individuals known as mages were able to feel that mana shouldn’t be used for industry the majority of the race were ignorant of the entity. Sometime in the last twenty years however a process which had been happening at a trickle suddenly increased tenfold, mana began to disappear.
Three years after mana’s departure civilisation crumbled and anarchy reigned, governments fell and people died enmasse to war and disease. The magi fought over the remaining reservoirs, areas where such significant mana poured from underground that even with the bleeding effect the substance could still be gained. To the proud Magi mana almost became a drug.
Three years after that, Black Mana was discovered. None of the Magi were prepared for the devestation it caused in the hands of a Dark Mage who quickly grew addicted and mad from its allure. Terrible rituals and sacrifices saw the mana become taboo, but none-the-less Mages were forced to utilize it or go completely unprotected.
In a post-apocalyptic world the remaining Torm struggle for survival, one of them is Metz, the Pillar Elementalist, one of many Mages that still cling to the old ways and resist the maddening effects of Black Mana.
On Magic in Felenr
Magic in Felenr requires a great deal of time and effort to master even at a basic level. Each spell must be learned with painstaking practice and memorized so that it can be utilized in stressful situations. It is rare for any mage to manage to muster more than fifty spells even with their extended life spans.
Metz life before and after the decline
Metz’ was always an above average mage, noteworthy but not quite council worthy. He took some work as a field operative in the Magi-rebellion some years prior to the fall of mana, and so had experienced his fair share of war. His unique weaponized Elemental Pillars were a devastating force on the battlefield, and earned him a number of nicknames.
After the fall with mana growing increasingly scarce Metz turned to Black Mana, finding it more powerful than he could ever imagine. As he wandered the fallen ruins of his civilisation he began to wonder, how had mana disappeared almost overnight?
With something of a purpose Metz spent the next fifteen years going from well-spring to well-spring and tracking the bleeding effect of the mana there. Avoiding Black Mana as much as possible, he instead learned to condense mana in the air and place it into vials to be consumed directly when required. After all that time researching he finally thought he had found the source of his people’s woes. Closing in on a nondescript mountain-range somewhere in the far south… he believed he had found a portal to another world, and they had stolen all his damn mana.
Post NoW
Metz’ found a portal, and he also found the source of his people’s suffering. He discovered that beyond his world lay a Nexus of interlinking planets and galaxies, with worries and fears that stripped his personal turmoil of gravitas. In accepting an invitation from a mysterious figure known as ‘Skallagrim’ he was drawn into the conflict of the multiverse and played his own small part. In contests designed to conceal and protect the Key to Ghourkas’ prison Metz excelled using skills harnessed over a life-time of struggle and survival. In close matches against both a deformed assassin and a humanoid Wolf he prevailed, before his final show-down with an agent of the Angar-Ryllan. Through perseverance and no small amount of luck, Metz was victorious in the Nexus of Worlds, and received the Key of Ghourkas to use as he saw fit. Ghourkas, he learned, had been the source of his planet’s (Felenr) decline and so Metz decided to use the tool to seal him tighter in his prison, stifling his leaching of Felenr’s mana. Upon his triumphant return he discovered chaos in the Nexus, and Skallagrim was captured by unknown forces. After fighting unsuccessfully, Metz was saved by the magic of the Dreamers and returned to his homeworld, where he now resides, seeking out new sources of Mana and developing his skills from his experiences, a forever changed man.
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Name: Liu Sho
Alignment: True Neutral
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Pandaren
Physical Description: Pandaren as a whole look incredibly similar to humanoid pandas, sporting powerful stocky builds and five fingered hands with opposable thumbs and claws. Liu Sho is no exception, standing at five foot five inches and with a wide body with deceptive muscle under his furry form. He weighs one hundred and twenty five kilos, but moves with trained grace and carefree stride. He usually wears the traditional garb of his people (see reference) and carries a large flask on his back.
Personality Description: Pandaren are carefree individuals who enjoy every day as it comes and live their lives carefree and happy. They prefer to avoid conflict, and Liu Sho adheres to this almost religiously hence his neutrality. However, when angered a Pandaren loses themselves in battle which can make them a dangerous foe, and ally.
Natural abilities: Physically as strong as a bear, Liu can lift four times his weight with effort. His claws can rip through flesh and his fangs have enough bite force to tear out a man’s throat with ease. On all fours, he can sprint at thirty five miles per hour, on two feet he can manage twenty. He’s agile for his size, through a life of training in martial arts and spirituality, although his drunkenness usually mars this grace slightly. He can move about as fast as a peak human, and his reflexes are at human peak, despite being drunk most of the time. He is also physically robust, allowing him to take hits but also giving him significantly above human stamina.
His sense of smell is heightened significantly the same as his hearing, his eye sight is about the same as the average humans but is only half as effected by the dark.
His body is as durable as a pandas, thick fur protects him from the cold and elemental attacks to some degree. Arrows struggle to pierce his hide and sword strikes thrown with the strength of an average human are only capable of minor grazes.
Adapted skills: Liu spent his young life in the ritualistic and spiritual monk training of all Pandaren, developing significant unarmed fighting significant. This accounts for his unnatural grace, even under the influence. He is fond of a style of drunken fighting, where his senses are numbed yet his fluidity in battle becomes completely unpredictable.
He’s also an adept stave fighter, and can use a wide multitude of other weapons at an apprentice level, only modern weapons are completely unusable in his hands, and he’s not a particularly good marksman either.
He has a moderate amount of acrobatic skill and climbing ability, exceptional when considering his build and bulk. He’s also very good at making beer.
Magic.
Magical ability
Liu is an elementalist, in all things the Pandaren believe in balance so he dabbles in the four major elemental powers, at the cost of any great expertise in any one, his elemental control is incredibly short ranged and always requires some form of gesture, but can be projected outwards like ordinary spells. His abilities with each element are as followed.
Fire: Liu can use his ability to spark up a flame in either hand and throw it a short distance, he can also augment his attacks with fire and essentially create it at whim at close range. All fire he creates dissipates at ranges above twenty feet or after five seconds have elapsed, preventing it from actually setting things alight for long periods of time. His average flame is about as hot as a camp-fire, though with certain combinations it can grow hotter.
Earth: Liu can raise rock around him to form dust clouds or destabilise the ground in a five foot radius around him by impacting it physically, larger impacts cause a greater shockwave effect and can even throw people backwards or knock them off their feet.
Air: Liu can use the air to only a small degree aggressively, using it to fuel his fire to greater heats or disperse alcohol for the fire. Passively he can hear words spoken from a significant distance away and feel significant breakage of a body of air in a radius of about fifty feet around him if he’s concentrating. It does allow him the ability to use air to speed up movements for short bursts and gives him a degree of control mid-air, though not at the same time as using other powers.
Water: Liu most prefers his manipulation of fire and water. With water he can manipulate liquids (so long as they are predominantly made of H20) and heal wounds. He can manipulate liquids around himself up to five feet at speeds fast enough to knock a grown man off their feet and volumes of around twenty litres. The magical healing qualities of water are near boundless, however Liu is currently only capable of healing light grazes and the like in battle, and must work hard for long periods of time and concentration to deal with serious wounds. (After battle)
List of Combos: Some of Liu’s elemental attacks can be combined for greater power.
Breath of Fire, combination of water, air and fire in that order.
Earth Shaker: Air followed by Earth
Infernal Cyclone: Fire followed by Air
Palm of Fire: Fire and Air
More to be added when I think of other combos.
Character Equipment: Chen’s Flask, a casket carried on his back which fills with any beverage Liu wishes. This could be water, or alcohol of any kind. There are also three magical alcoholic beverages which can be produced in the flask. The Flask was an artefact long lost by an ancient Pandaren adventurer and brew master. Liu adopted the role of its guardian after finding it by what he believed as chance in his wanderings. The cask is incredibly difficult to damage or pierce, but not impossible, any damage done to the flask magically repairs itself after a period of time directly proportional to the severity of the damage. Something like a bullet hole for example would take an hour to repair. The flask only works for Pandaren and is bound to Liu’s soul, which in the strange world he finds himself in is renewable. This allows him to track the flask no matter where it is taken, and it takes enormous power to completely destroy.
Magical Drinks: Using the Flask Liu can create drinks with magical effects which he can then consume. He can only be under the effect one at a time, and all come with minor set-backs (not to mention increased drunkenness.)
Xian’s Steadying Ale: Provides Liu with resistance to fear and magic, it also makes him incredibly difficult to unbalance by force, however he grows slightly more sluggish and heavier, dropping his speed down to more average human levels.
Lian’s Supple Brew: Provides Liu with an added grace and agility, allowing him to move roughly twice as fluidly and fast as before. It also heightens his to twice human peak, however he also becomes easier to knock over and seems lighter.
Warrior’s Spirit: Forces Liu into a beserker rage with doubles his strength and endurance, and allows him to use his fire power with more force, but only at melee range. This drink allows him to overcome paralysing and poisoning agents for a short period.
Character History: Liu set out at the age of twenty as was custom. Twenty marks a quarter of one’s life, with the Pandaren’s average lifespan of eighty years. He wandered the world looking for ingredients for brews and experiences, not particularly bound by morale’s and happy to take each day as it comes. His trials lead to a strange occurrence however as he happened upon Chen’s flask, an ancient Pandaren artefact which greatly enhanced his powers while also giving him a sudden insight into his purpose in life. He still wanders, but he is bound to protect the flask at all costs.
Identity
Name: Ariad (The Weeper)
Age: Unknown (Appears mid-40’s)
Height: 5ft 10”
Weight: 64kg
Physical Description: Ariad seems human at a glance, with short black hair and a black beard, both sprinkled with grey. His eyes are red-rimmed and somewhat sunken, but otherwise normal and brown in colouration. His other features aren’t in anyway strange or unusual, and his general appearance is one that most would consider unremarkable. However, none of this can usually be seen beneath his white face-mask. With a build edging between average and athletic, he fits in well in any human crowd.
Psychological Description: Ariad feels a bitter-sweet melancholy at all times, and strange things can cause him to be overcome with grief, shedding tears unusually, especially over the bodies of those he has harmed.
Tier: 3-4
Powers/Abilities/Skills: Ariad is only gifted with one major power, which unsurprisingly taps into the emotions of his opponent’s. Unlike what one may expect, they are not driven to depression or even sadness necessarily, but rather they feel a heightening of whatever emotional responses are most common for them (or whatever emotions can be tripped by events which unfold). This ability has only ever proven completely ineffective against foes which literally have no biological capacity to feel, primarily robots. Humans with psychological conditions have actually proven to be effected, often more strongly, due to an influx of chemical responses they’re wholly unused to forcing them to feel for often the first time.
However, even in circumstances where he is unable to gain a major advantage from the emotional unbalancing of an opponent, Ariad is still gifted with a number of combat related skills.
His strength is pushed beyond the peak of a human being, though far from immense he can lift about 800kg with effort, still allowing him to lift and throw the average human with just one hand.
His agility and speed are his biggest advantages, owing to his lithe build, he can run at 60mph and dodge the melee attacks of any human on the planet on reflex alone. Though he reacts at thrice the speed of any human, he is not fast enough to see and then dodge a bullet, but certainly an arrow or other slightly slower moving projectile.
His skill-set is one that allows him to carry out pretty close to any physical feet any human being can carry out, with the added benefits of his above human abilities. Expect any forms of acrobatics, and the ability to launch any melee attack he so chooses with his body in the most efficient and powerful way possible. This is not a complete knowledge of every human martial art, but the ability to perform movements he decides upon effectively, by using his superhuman attributes.
His durability has never been a strong point for Ariad, known to become badly wounded by even a few rounds of an ordinary pistol. He accommodates for this by trying not to get shot or hit by anything hard enough to outright kill him.
Ariad has been shown to heal incredibly quickly provided he can escape a fight without being killed outright. When fighting however his strange power has to concentrate on the unbalancing of other’s emotions, so he has no ability to heal in battle.
Ariad is not known to eat or drink, though he can still be effected by chemicals their effectiveness is fairly limited. He does still seem to be dependent upon air to breath however.
Equipment
The Weeping Blade (The Weeper)
A seemingly ordinary steel gladius (short-sword) of average length and diameter. Seems painted with red specks along both edges from the point till half-way to the hilt.
It’s physically incredibly difficult to break or dull, and can be repaired by Ariad in some fashion he is unwilling to disclose. Unlike an ordinary steel sword its edge is sharp enough to sheer through steel plate and flesh with only the force of an ordinary man behind it. Ariad can –easily- cut through a brick without damaging the blade, making it a formidable and deadly weapon even to armoured opponents. Other than its sharpness and durability it has no other combat-applicable powers.
The Weeper, or The Weeping Blade, has a long and terrible history. Legend says it was once an ordinary sword, before it was plunged into the breast of a noblewoman either by her own hand or by her most loyal servant, none are sure. Most agree that the blade was cursed by a wrathful god, whose play-thing escaped his torment with its strike, ensuring that it would bring sadness to so many as to satisfy his hunger. That has yet to be done.
9mm Glock, one extra mag.
Ordinary clothing/apparel.
A white face mask, seemingly made in operatic style (think phantom of the opera) made to display sadness.
History: Ariad, or the Weeper as he is known, is presumed to belong to a long line of cursed souls forced to wield the ancient blade of sorrow. Shedding the lives of innocents where the bitterest sadness will follow. It is a terrible life, but one in which he is inexplicably bound, many know the reputation of the weeper, but most only see the white mask of pain.
Name: Ariad (The Weeper)
Age: Unknown (Appears mid-40’s)
Height: 5ft 10”
Weight: 64kg
Physical Description: Ariad seems human at a glance, with short black hair and a black beard, both sprinkled with grey. His eyes are red-rimmed and somewhat sunken, but otherwise normal and brown in colouration. His other features aren’t in anyway strange or unusual, and his general appearance is one that most would consider unremarkable. However, none of this can usually be seen beneath his white face-mask. With a build edging between average and athletic, he fits in well in any human crowd.
Psychological Description: Ariad feels a bitter-sweet melancholy at all times, and strange things can cause him to be overcome with grief, shedding tears unusually, especially over the bodies of those he has harmed.
Tier: 3-4
Powers/Abilities/Skills: Ariad is only gifted with one major power, which unsurprisingly taps into the emotions of his opponent’s. Unlike what one may expect, they are not driven to depression or even sadness necessarily, but rather they feel a heightening of whatever emotional responses are most common for them (or whatever emotions can be tripped by events which unfold). This ability has only ever proven completely ineffective against foes which literally have no biological capacity to feel, primarily robots. Humans with psychological conditions have actually proven to be effected, often more strongly, due to an influx of chemical responses they’re wholly unused to forcing them to feel for often the first time.
However, even in circumstances where he is unable to gain a major advantage from the emotional unbalancing of an opponent, Ariad is still gifted with a number of combat related skills.
His strength is pushed beyond the peak of a human being, though far from immense he can lift about 800kg with effort, still allowing him to lift and throw the average human with just one hand.
His agility and speed are his biggest advantages, owing to his lithe build, he can run at 60mph and dodge the melee attacks of any human on the planet on reflex alone. Though he reacts at thrice the speed of any human, he is not fast enough to see and then dodge a bullet, but certainly an arrow or other slightly slower moving projectile.
His skill-set is one that allows him to carry out pretty close to any physical feet any human being can carry out, with the added benefits of his above human abilities. Expect any forms of acrobatics, and the ability to launch any melee attack he so chooses with his body in the most efficient and powerful way possible. This is not a complete knowledge of every human martial art, but the ability to perform movements he decides upon effectively, by using his superhuman attributes.
His durability has never been a strong point for Ariad, known to become badly wounded by even a few rounds of an ordinary pistol. He accommodates for this by trying not to get shot or hit by anything hard enough to outright kill him.
Ariad has been shown to heal incredibly quickly provided he can escape a fight without being killed outright. When fighting however his strange power has to concentrate on the unbalancing of other’s emotions, so he has no ability to heal in battle.
Ariad is not known to eat or drink, though he can still be effected by chemicals their effectiveness is fairly limited. He does still seem to be dependent upon air to breath however.
Equipment
The Weeping Blade (The Weeper)
A seemingly ordinary steel gladius (short-sword) of average length and diameter. Seems painted with red specks along both edges from the point till half-way to the hilt.
It’s physically incredibly difficult to break or dull, and can be repaired by Ariad in some fashion he is unwilling to disclose. Unlike an ordinary steel sword its edge is sharp enough to sheer through steel plate and flesh with only the force of an ordinary man behind it. Ariad can –easily- cut through a brick without damaging the blade, making it a formidable and deadly weapon even to armoured opponents. Other than its sharpness and durability it has no other combat-applicable powers.
The Weeper, or The Weeping Blade, has a long and terrible history. Legend says it was once an ordinary sword, before it was plunged into the breast of a noblewoman either by her own hand or by her most loyal servant, none are sure. Most agree that the blade was cursed by a wrathful god, whose play-thing escaped his torment with its strike, ensuring that it would bring sadness to so many as to satisfy his hunger. That has yet to be done.
9mm Glock, one extra mag.
Ordinary clothing/apparel.
A white face mask, seemingly made in operatic style (think phantom of the opera) made to display sadness.
History: Ariad, or the Weeper as he is known, is presumed to belong to a long line of cursed souls forced to wield the ancient blade of sorrow. Shedding the lives of innocents where the bitterest sadness will follow. It is a terrible life, but one in which he is inexplicably bound, many know the reputation of the weeper, but most only see the white mask of pain.
Name: Daeh Nolem, The Mad God, The God Of Madness, The MelonHead
Age: Ageless, possibly, it’s rude to ask.
Gender: Male, hopefully, possibly, who really knows.
Race: Divine, MelonHead
Random descriptors: The God Of Madness, Daeh, can take any form he wishes. His default is a thin stick figure with a bulbous melon shaped head, roughly five feet in height.
Character Tier: High (God if unrestricted.)
Character Type: Critical Character- Background Character.
Physical Description: Will be described anytime the Melon God is present, expect it to change as rapidly as Daeh’s mood.
Personality Description: Madness, pure simple unaltered madness, and its glorious revolution across the cosmos.
Skills, powers and abilities: In his true form Daeh is just a personification of madness and can do anything within the stretches of his mad imagination, his avatar is somewhat more limited. It is capable of feats of immense strength, cited as throwing the Eifel tower at one point. It’s also capable of stretching itself to disproportionate sizes, changing shape and appearance at will, flying for no particular reason, shooting beams and energy blasts all of a heart-warming lime green colour. His avatar can also split itself, often into numerous melon heads, or just flying melons. However, its main restriction is that it cannot completely dominate minds driving foes insane instantaneously. It also lacks control of pocket dimensions and the like, having to depend upon rudimentary travel while in the Nexus. It’s still pretty goddamn powerful though, and can affect minds enough to make itself invisible or to cause terrifying illusions.
Character Equipment: Daeh can generate weapons if he wants them… which he rarely does, unless it appeals to his bitter and twisted mind.
Character History: Daeh is born from true chaos, but from within… he is a primal force of the element of madness, which is hard to describe… but so long as madness exists so does he. Over his many years he has recruited numerous individuals to his cause, to champion his beautiful crusade of spreading madness all over the darn place. This suits him more than just floating around doing it himself, because gods, even Daeh, are petty like that.
Age: Ageless, possibly, it’s rude to ask.
Gender: Male, hopefully, possibly, who really knows.
Race: Divine, MelonHead
Random descriptors: The God Of Madness, Daeh, can take any form he wishes. His default is a thin stick figure with a bulbous melon shaped head, roughly five feet in height.
Character Tier: High (God if unrestricted.)
Character Type: Critical Character- Background Character.
Physical Description: Will be described anytime the Melon God is present, expect it to change as rapidly as Daeh’s mood.
Personality Description: Madness, pure simple unaltered madness, and its glorious revolution across the cosmos.
Skills, powers and abilities: In his true form Daeh is just a personification of madness and can do anything within the stretches of his mad imagination, his avatar is somewhat more limited. It is capable of feats of immense strength, cited as throwing the Eifel tower at one point. It’s also capable of stretching itself to disproportionate sizes, changing shape and appearance at will, flying for no particular reason, shooting beams and energy blasts all of a heart-warming lime green colour. His avatar can also split itself, often into numerous melon heads, or just flying melons. However, its main restriction is that it cannot completely dominate minds driving foes insane instantaneously. It also lacks control of pocket dimensions and the like, having to depend upon rudimentary travel while in the Nexus. It’s still pretty goddamn powerful though, and can affect minds enough to make itself invisible or to cause terrifying illusions.
Character Equipment: Daeh can generate weapons if he wants them… which he rarely does, unless it appeals to his bitter and twisted mind.
Character History: Daeh is born from true chaos, but from within… he is a primal force of the element of madness, which is hard to describe… but so long as madness exists so does he. Over his many years he has recruited numerous individuals to his cause, to champion his beautiful crusade of spreading madness all over the darn place. This suits him more than just floating around doing it himself, because gods, even Daeh, are petty like that.
Name: Liu Sho
Alignment: True Neutral
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Pandaren
Physical Description: Pandaren as a whole look incredibly similar to humanoid pandas, sporting powerful stocky builds and five fingered hands with opposable thumbs and claws. Liu Sho is no exception, standing at five foot five inches and with a wide body with deceptive muscle under his furry form. He weighs one hundred and twenty five kilos, but moves with trained grace and carefree stride. He usually wears the traditional garb of his people (see reference) and carries a large flask on his back.
Personality Description: Pandaren are carefree individuals who enjoy every day as it comes and live their lives carefree and happy. They prefer to avoid conflict, and Liu Sho adheres to this almost religiously hence his neutrality. However, when angered a Pandaren loses themselves in battle which can make them a dangerous foe, and ally.
Natural abilities: Physically as strong as a bear, Liu can lift four times his weight with effort. His claws can rip through flesh and his fangs have enough bite force to tear out a man’s throat with ease. On all fours, he can sprint at thirty five miles per hour, on two feet he can manage twenty. He’s agile for his size, through a life of training in martial arts and spirituality, although his drunkenness usually mars this grace slightly. He can move about as fast as a peak human, and his reflexes are at human peak, despite being drunk most of the time. He is also physically robust, allowing him to take hits but also giving him significantly above human stamina.
His sense of smell is heightened significantly the same as his hearing, his eye sight is about the same as the average humans but is only half as effected by the dark.
His body is as durable as a pandas, thick fur protects him from the cold and elemental attacks to some degree. Arrows struggle to pierce his hide and sword strikes thrown with the strength of an average human are only capable of minor grazes.
Adapted skills: Liu spent his young life in the ritualistic and spiritual monk training of all Pandaren, developing significant unarmed fighting significant. This accounts for his unnatural grace, even under the influence. He is fond of a style of drunken fighting, where his senses are numbed yet his fluidity in battle becomes completely unpredictable.
He’s also an adept stave fighter, and can use a wide multitude of other weapons at an apprentice level, only modern weapons are completely unusable in his hands, and he’s not a particularly good marksman either.
He has a moderate amount of acrobatic skill and climbing ability, exceptional when considering his build and bulk. He’s also very good at making beer.
Magic.
Magical ability
Liu is an elementalist, in all things the Pandaren believe in balance so he dabbles in the four major elemental powers, at the cost of any great expertise in any one, his elemental control is incredibly short ranged and always requires some form of gesture, but can be projected outwards like ordinary spells. His abilities with each element are as followed.
Fire: Liu can use his ability to spark up a flame in either hand and throw it a short distance, he can also augment his attacks with fire and essentially create it at whim at close range. All fire he creates dissipates at ranges above twenty feet or after five seconds have elapsed, preventing it from actually setting things alight for long periods of time. His average flame is about as hot as a camp-fire, though with certain combinations it can grow hotter.
Earth: Liu can raise rock around him to form dust clouds or destabilise the ground in a five foot radius around him by impacting it physically, larger impacts cause a greater shockwave effect and can even throw people backwards or knock them off their feet.
Air: Liu can use the air to only a small degree aggressively, using it to fuel his fire to greater heats or disperse alcohol for the fire. Passively he can hear words spoken from a significant distance away and feel significant breakage of a body of air in a radius of about fifty feet around him if he’s concentrating. It does allow him the ability to use air to speed up movements for short bursts and gives him a degree of control mid-air, though not at the same time as using other powers.
Water: Liu most prefers his manipulation of fire and water. With water he can manipulate liquids (so long as they are predominantly made of H20) and heal wounds. He can manipulate liquids around himself up to five feet at speeds fast enough to knock a grown man off their feet and volumes of around twenty litres. The magical healing qualities of water are near boundless, however Liu is currently only capable of healing light grazes and the like in battle, and must work hard for long periods of time and concentration to deal with serious wounds. (After battle)
List of Combos: Some of Liu’s elemental attacks can be combined for greater power.
Breath of Fire, combination of water, air and fire in that order.
Earth Shaker: Air followed by Earth
Infernal Cyclone: Fire followed by Air
Palm of Fire: Fire and Air
More to be added when I think of other combos.
Character Equipment: Chen’s Flask, a casket carried on his back which fills with any beverage Liu wishes. This could be water, or alcohol of any kind. There are also three magical alcoholic beverages which can be produced in the flask. The Flask was an artefact long lost by an ancient Pandaren adventurer and brew master. Liu adopted the role of its guardian after finding it by what he believed as chance in his wanderings. The cask is incredibly difficult to damage or pierce, but not impossible, any damage done to the flask magically repairs itself after a period of time directly proportional to the severity of the damage. Something like a bullet hole for example would take an hour to repair. The flask only works for Pandaren and is bound to Liu’s soul, which in the strange world he finds himself in is renewable. This allows him to track the flask no matter where it is taken, and it takes enormous power to completely destroy.
Magical Drinks: Using the Flask Liu can create drinks with magical effects which he can then consume. He can only be under the effect one at a time, and all come with minor set-backs (not to mention increased drunkenness.)
Xian’s Steadying Ale: Provides Liu with resistance to fear and magic, it also makes him incredibly difficult to unbalance by force, however he grows slightly more sluggish and heavier, dropping his speed down to more average human levels.
Lian’s Supple Brew: Provides Liu with an added grace and agility, allowing him to move roughly twice as fluidly and fast as before. It also heightens his to twice human peak, however he also becomes easier to knock over and seems lighter.
Warrior’s Spirit: Forces Liu into a beserker rage with doubles his strength and endurance, and allows him to use his fire power with more force, but only at melee range. This drink allows him to overcome paralysing and poisoning agents for a short period.
Character History: Liu set out at the age of twenty as was custom. Twenty marks a quarter of one’s life, with the Pandaren’s average lifespan of eighty years. He wandered the world looking for ingredients for brews and experiences, not particularly bound by morale’s and happy to take each day as it comes. His trials lead to a strange occurrence however as he happened upon Chen’s flask, an ancient Pandaren artefact which greatly enhanced his powers while also giving him a sudden insight into his purpose in life. He still wanders, but he is bound to protect the flask at all costs.
__________Name Matrix__________
Name: Solomon Alabaster
Uses: Solomon, Puppet Master, High Priest.
Alias: High Priest of the Mad god, The Puppet Master
__________Physical Matrix__________
Race: Human
True Age: 276
Appearing Age: 70-80
Height: Five foot nine inches
Weight: Forty five KG
Body Style: Thin
Hair Style: Lank, shoulder length.
Hair Color: Grey
Eye Shape: Thin Almond
Eye Color: Green
Skin Type: Wrinkled, emaciated
Skin Color: Pale, sickly.
Blood Type: Unknown
Handed: Ambidextrous (Due to magic)
Tattoos: None
Scars: None
Birthmark: None visible
Perfections: All senses are heightened, despite his age, magically enhanced to twice human peak.
Imperfections: Physically frail, durability of a man, and an old one at that. Apparently slow moving (although capable of some saving throws if necessary)
__________Psychological-Sociological Matrix__________
Mind State: Unstable and tuned towards sociopathic tendencies born from his encounter with the Mad God, not completely insane by acolyte standards, however they do say there’s a fine line between brilliance and madness.
Personality: Sadistic and cruel, devoid of most human emotions and with very little morality. Self-interested, coldly arrogant, ambitious, intelligent and quick thinking.
Views: Serves the mad god as high priest, which gives a certain dark hue to the world. The puppet master views his place on the earth as the seed of chaos, causing pain and suffering and driving men to the brink for his own amusement.
Mind’s World: Laughing faces… so many laughing faces.
Class: Manipulative Mage
Occupation: High Priest
Aligned: Chaotic Evil
Martial Status: Unknown
Sexuality: Unknown
Status: Trawling the world for new puppets, serving the Mad God’s insane aims.
__________Spirit Matrix__________
Spirituality: Follower of the Mad God
World: A Victorian steampunk/fantasy smash.
__________Family Matrix__________
Family: Dead or worse
__________Armament Matrix__________
‘Armour’: High Priest robe. Like Manias’ own, the robe resists a degree of force, magnified of course due to his higher place in the cult of the mad god. The black robes draw in negative energy, feeding from the worst parts of the human psyche, allowing it to resist around 20% of magical attacks and reflect ten% of physical force. The Robe can also be charged by drawing from souls or any other source of energy Solomon can attain, allowing it to absorb or smother attacks (within charge).
The robe covers his entire body and he often wears his hood to conceal his face. He also has a piece of cloth he can fasten across the mouth piece so only his eyes and upper face are visible, if barely. The mouth piece is enchanted with alteration spells to filter out the air he breathes, keeping him alive when making his potions and as a side effect protecting him from certain attacks.
His ‘weapons’ are his hands, although not in the conventional way.
(Equipment) He also has two defensive gas vials which he can reproduce with the required components, one lets out a burst of acrid smoke which burns the throat of any who breathe it in and causes wildly disorientating effects, however it doesn’t affect the eyes any more than usual smoke. It has roughly 7 feet radius.
The other is a simple ‘ninja style’ smoke grenade, which lets out thick plumes of smoke in a ten feet radius. Obviously it would cause some discomfort and eventually choke you if you were to remain within it without air purifiers. The smoke is magically altered so that unnatural abilities that would usually pierce the smoke are ineffective, unless charged.
Discipline: Hand to hand.
Sub-Discipline: Alchemy
__________Passive-Activated Arcana Matrix__________
Primary Arcana: Alteration Mage
Explanation:By using energy/ his mana (depends on source) he creates two massive hands which hover ten feet from his own which he controls with deft movements and his power. (The hands are roughly five times the size of an average humans, pale green and ethereal in nature but with physical substance behind them.) These are used to fight, but also as conduits for his other spells.
Classified: Puppet Master
Primary: Manipulation
Innate:
In a way, the Puppet Hands are innate, as he always uses them in any form of fight. However they are not always present in day to day dealings.
Soul steal – Takes the soul of any he slays with his Puppet Hands and copies their body to be summoned at a later date.
Fear Aura – Causes irrational fears to manifest themselves in opponents. Can also replicate genuine fears the opponent may have if they have suffered an extreme enough trauma in their past.
Life Drain – Hitting opponents with his Puppet Hands causes their souls to loosen, especially effective on mortals as it drains part of their life, prolonging Solomon’s own. (This can also heal him, so minor and some major wounds are healed on battle victory) (On the undead, the effects work towards controlling the creature, so it weakens its connection with its animus)
It’s possible for opponents to be driven mad by the attacks or even the presence of Solomon.
No escape – When the Puppet Hands are activated Solomon can sense those connected to magic, be it through the unnatural animation of the undead, or simply some magically enhanced weapon.
Blessing of the mad god – Solomon’s alteration magic is coupled with a blessing from his lord, providing him with twice human senses at their peak. He is also ambidextrous.
Potion Master – Solomon is an adept alchemist, and is capable of identifying and creating all manners of potions. He would bring at least two vials of highly virulent poison with him to the arena. He also has one minor stamina potion.
Activated:
Puppet Hands: The two large green ethereal hands which he summons up to ten feet from him (they can move in a ten feet range in any direction, with the exception of charging) they require relatively little energy to maintain, only direct attacks and enforcing their substance requires significant time/energy. They are roughly five times the size of normal hands. They have a number of physical abilities.
- By charging his energy into the hands, he can double their size and range, allowing them to be launched forward up to twenty feet and reach twice as far.
- If he wishes, rather than increasing their range and size he can increase their power, making them hurt twice as much when they hit, rather than the force of a hand that large smacking you, it would be the force of a raging bull. This has the counter effect of also making them more durable, so that they could deflect or defend against an attack or similar charge.
- The hands charge only last for one move, be it an attack or defence.
- When they connect with an opponent, on top of the significant physical force they drain part of the opponents soul, doing magic damage to mortals and on undead weakening their animus. Even ghosts aren’t spared from this effect, as the ethereal hands can pass into their realm.
- The hands move roughly in sync to his own, they have a reaction time of about half a second from his movements and can fly through the air at roughly half the speed you can wave your hand across your face. He can manipulate the hands using his energy, or simply by moving his own. (When not using his hands the Puppet Hands are less effective in combat)
- Direct attacks against the hands are relatively ineffective due to their ethereal nature; however they can be disabled briefly by enough magical force. Physical weapons are woefully ineffective though.
- Being ethereal does have its limitations, they cannot pass through shields and armour which are charged with electricity or power, and cannot pass straight through someone’s body and solidify.
Puppet Minion: Any souls stolen by the Puppet Master replicate the bodies and summon weak clones of their original. (In the arena, it would only copy the imprint of the opponents he may defeat, not take their soul. Their powers would work to only a 25% of original effectiveness, physical abilities work at 50%.) This ability requires concentration and constant supplies of energy to maintain. In T1 it would require a charge to even activate, and during the course of it one puppet hand is disabled while it manipulates the clone. If he wishes Solomon can summon up to two clones at once. The clones can move up to a distance of 25 feet away from him before they fade away.
Voice of the Mad God: Two charge ability, the Puppet Hands push close to him and then burst out as he roars in a voice which brings insanity upon lesser foes. The force of it ripples outwards, becoming a large cone of effect over its fifty feet range, it does harsh mental damage and can burst ear drums or cause paralysis on unequipped opponents. The damage is proportional to distance, someone stood less than five feet away from the source should expect to either have every blood vessel in their brain blown up, or at least be blown backwards and disorientated.
Death Grip(lol): 2 charge: If both hands get a grip on an opponent they can lift them helplessly into the air and then throw them upwards about five feet, moving into position they quickly crush the opponent in mid-air with the force of two colliding trucks. (Sadly with the enemy in the middle)
Insanities Conductor: Two charges, one of the Puppet Hands flies fifteen feet up above an opponent and green ethereal strings burst from it, wrapping around the targets arms and legs. Solomon can then manipulate their movements until they are either freed or break free, however that’s usually more than enough time to have them cause chaos.
Perfections:
Experienced in the art of death dealing, incredibly forceful.
Manipulative and dark, causes fear and psychological effects.
Imperfections:
Lacks the range and sheer power of some mage disciples and arts, reliance on the Puppet Hands above all else.
League: Intermediate
Class: Medium
Battle Ready
Name: Solomon Alabaster
Uses: Solomon, Puppet Master, High Priest.
Alias: High Priest of the Mad god, The Puppet Master
__________Physical Matrix__________
Race: Human
True Age: 276
Appearing Age: 70-80
Height: Five foot nine inches
Weight: Forty five KG
Body Style: Thin
Hair Style: Lank, shoulder length.
Hair Color: Grey
Eye Shape: Thin Almond
Eye Color: Green
Skin Type: Wrinkled, emaciated
Skin Color: Pale, sickly.
Blood Type: Unknown
Handed: Ambidextrous (Due to magic)
Tattoos: None
Scars: None
Birthmark: None visible
Perfections: All senses are heightened, despite his age, magically enhanced to twice human peak.
Imperfections: Physically frail, durability of a man, and an old one at that. Apparently slow moving (although capable of some saving throws if necessary)
__________Psychological-Sociological Matrix__________
Mind State: Unstable and tuned towards sociopathic tendencies born from his encounter with the Mad God, not completely insane by acolyte standards, however they do say there’s a fine line between brilliance and madness.
Personality: Sadistic and cruel, devoid of most human emotions and with very little morality. Self-interested, coldly arrogant, ambitious, intelligent and quick thinking.
Views: Serves the mad god as high priest, which gives a certain dark hue to the world. The puppet master views his place on the earth as the seed of chaos, causing pain and suffering and driving men to the brink for his own amusement.
Mind’s World: Laughing faces… so many laughing faces.
Class: Manipulative Mage
Occupation: High Priest
Aligned: Chaotic Evil
Martial Status: Unknown
Sexuality: Unknown
Status: Trawling the world for new puppets, serving the Mad God’s insane aims.
__________Spirit Matrix__________
Spirituality: Follower of the Mad God
World: A Victorian steampunk/fantasy smash.
__________Family Matrix__________
Family: Dead or worse
__________Armament Matrix__________
‘Armour’: High Priest robe. Like Manias’ own, the robe resists a degree of force, magnified of course due to his higher place in the cult of the mad god. The black robes draw in negative energy, feeding from the worst parts of the human psyche, allowing it to resist around 20% of magical attacks and reflect ten% of physical force. The Robe can also be charged by drawing from souls or any other source of energy Solomon can attain, allowing it to absorb or smother attacks (within charge).
The robe covers his entire body and he often wears his hood to conceal his face. He also has a piece of cloth he can fasten across the mouth piece so only his eyes and upper face are visible, if barely. The mouth piece is enchanted with alteration spells to filter out the air he breathes, keeping him alive when making his potions and as a side effect protecting him from certain attacks.
His ‘weapons’ are his hands, although not in the conventional way.
(Equipment) He also has two defensive gas vials which he can reproduce with the required components, one lets out a burst of acrid smoke which burns the throat of any who breathe it in and causes wildly disorientating effects, however it doesn’t affect the eyes any more than usual smoke. It has roughly 7 feet radius.
The other is a simple ‘ninja style’ smoke grenade, which lets out thick plumes of smoke in a ten feet radius. Obviously it would cause some discomfort and eventually choke you if you were to remain within it without air purifiers. The smoke is magically altered so that unnatural abilities that would usually pierce the smoke are ineffective, unless charged.
Discipline: Hand to hand.
Sub-Discipline: Alchemy
__________Passive-Activated Arcana Matrix__________
Primary Arcana: Alteration Mage
Explanation:By using energy/ his mana (depends on source) he creates two massive hands which hover ten feet from his own which he controls with deft movements and his power. (The hands are roughly five times the size of an average humans, pale green and ethereal in nature but with physical substance behind them.) These are used to fight, but also as conduits for his other spells.
Classified: Puppet Master
Primary: Manipulation
Innate:
In a way, the Puppet Hands are innate, as he always uses them in any form of fight. However they are not always present in day to day dealings.
Soul steal – Takes the soul of any he slays with his Puppet Hands and copies their body to be summoned at a later date.
Fear Aura – Causes irrational fears to manifest themselves in opponents. Can also replicate genuine fears the opponent may have if they have suffered an extreme enough trauma in their past.
Life Drain – Hitting opponents with his Puppet Hands causes their souls to loosen, especially effective on mortals as it drains part of their life, prolonging Solomon’s own. (This can also heal him, so minor and some major wounds are healed on battle victory) (On the undead, the effects work towards controlling the creature, so it weakens its connection with its animus)
It’s possible for opponents to be driven mad by the attacks or even the presence of Solomon.
No escape – When the Puppet Hands are activated Solomon can sense those connected to magic, be it through the unnatural animation of the undead, or simply some magically enhanced weapon.
Blessing of the mad god – Solomon’s alteration magic is coupled with a blessing from his lord, providing him with twice human senses at their peak. He is also ambidextrous.
Potion Master – Solomon is an adept alchemist, and is capable of identifying and creating all manners of potions. He would bring at least two vials of highly virulent poison with him to the arena. He also has one minor stamina potion.
Activated:
Puppet Hands: The two large green ethereal hands which he summons up to ten feet from him (they can move in a ten feet range in any direction, with the exception of charging) they require relatively little energy to maintain, only direct attacks and enforcing their substance requires significant time/energy. They are roughly five times the size of normal hands. They have a number of physical abilities.
- By charging his energy into the hands, he can double their size and range, allowing them to be launched forward up to twenty feet and reach twice as far.
- If he wishes, rather than increasing their range and size he can increase their power, making them hurt twice as much when they hit, rather than the force of a hand that large smacking you, it would be the force of a raging bull. This has the counter effect of also making them more durable, so that they could deflect or defend against an attack or similar charge.
- The hands charge only last for one move, be it an attack or defence.
- When they connect with an opponent, on top of the significant physical force they drain part of the opponents soul, doing magic damage to mortals and on undead weakening their animus. Even ghosts aren’t spared from this effect, as the ethereal hands can pass into their realm.
- The hands move roughly in sync to his own, they have a reaction time of about half a second from his movements and can fly through the air at roughly half the speed you can wave your hand across your face. He can manipulate the hands using his energy, or simply by moving his own. (When not using his hands the Puppet Hands are less effective in combat)
- Direct attacks against the hands are relatively ineffective due to their ethereal nature; however they can be disabled briefly by enough magical force. Physical weapons are woefully ineffective though.
- Being ethereal does have its limitations, they cannot pass through shields and armour which are charged with electricity or power, and cannot pass straight through someone’s body and solidify.
Puppet Minion: Any souls stolen by the Puppet Master replicate the bodies and summon weak clones of their original. (In the arena, it would only copy the imprint of the opponents he may defeat, not take their soul. Their powers would work to only a 25% of original effectiveness, physical abilities work at 50%.) This ability requires concentration and constant supplies of energy to maintain. In T1 it would require a charge to even activate, and during the course of it one puppet hand is disabled while it manipulates the clone. If he wishes Solomon can summon up to two clones at once. The clones can move up to a distance of 25 feet away from him before they fade away.
Voice of the Mad God: Two charge ability, the Puppet Hands push close to him and then burst out as he roars in a voice which brings insanity upon lesser foes. The force of it ripples outwards, becoming a large cone of effect over its fifty feet range, it does harsh mental damage and can burst ear drums or cause paralysis on unequipped opponents. The damage is proportional to distance, someone stood less than five feet away from the source should expect to either have every blood vessel in their brain blown up, or at least be blown backwards and disorientated.
Death Grip(lol): 2 charge: If both hands get a grip on an opponent they can lift them helplessly into the air and then throw them upwards about five feet, moving into position they quickly crush the opponent in mid-air with the force of two colliding trucks. (Sadly with the enemy in the middle)
Insanities Conductor: Two charges, one of the Puppet Hands flies fifteen feet up above an opponent and green ethereal strings burst from it, wrapping around the targets arms and legs. Solomon can then manipulate their movements until they are either freed or break free, however that’s usually more than enough time to have them cause chaos.
Perfections:
Experienced in the art of death dealing, incredibly forceful.
Manipulative and dark, causes fear and psychological effects.
Imperfections:
Lacks the range and sheer power of some mage disciples and arts, reliance on the Puppet Hands above all else.
League: Intermediate
Class: Medium
Battle Ready
Azarak the Warrior
Name: Azarak
Race: Demon-Spawn
Age: 165 years old
Appearance: Demon Spawn are capable of manifesting themselves in one of two forms, though the transitionary stage is incredibly painful and despite the rapid regeneration process that occurs during the transition one is incredibly vulnerable during.
Demonic Form: The true visage of the Demon-Spawn, larger than life and often vaguely humanoid in appearance, age tends to bestow additions to a Demon. Azarak is not particularly powerful, belonging to the basic warrior caste of Demon-Spawn he has only lived long enough to make it to a field officer level, he still stands at nine feet tall with powerful shoulders huge muscles and dark-red skin. Sharp claws adorn each finger and thumb and his teeth are unnaturally pointed. His ears are also pointed and his nose is simply two holes in the front of his face. His eyes are sunken and a dark red glow illuminates them from behind. Overall he looks pretty damn creepy.
Weight: 260kg
Strength: With full access to his demonic strength, Azarak fights like a beserker with the ability to flip an average car with both hands or lift a tonne of weight with considerable effort with a single arm. Strength is however his main attribute in this form, and allows him to jump long distances and carry out other feats of muscular superiority.
Durability: Obviously complimenting his strength, Azarak's dense muscle mass allows him to simply sponge low calibre rounds as insignificant flesh wounds, and his body is of course conditioned to sustain the weights he can lift so one would not expect any mortal to be able to physically inflict damage upon him without weaponry. His endurance is demonic in nature, it is rare at best for any demon to be exhausted from physical activity and his body is naturally resilient to extreme elements, particularly fire.
Speed: Capable of running at a steady 50mph in a straight line, his muscular strength allows Azarak to carry out powerful movements, many foes have been surprised by the larger demon's speed.
Agility: Such a bulky form is of course limited, making his agility his weakest attribute, Azarak cannot move to face a much faster and smaller opponent easily. Though one shouldn't consider him a lumbering giant, he would certainly be closer comparatively than other faster characters in his Demonic form.
Regeneration: Being in his Demonic form allows Azarak to quickly heal from light wounds, due to demonic blood promoting repair in demons, while being highly corrosive to any other organism.
Claws: His natural weapon, sharp eight inch blades adorning his digits. Demons have been known to rend iron armour in two with little effort with their claws, so they can be lethal when applied to flesh or ordinary kevlars and other lesser armours.
Ultimately, his greatest ability in his demon form is his access to his two basic demonic powers, the physical and the elemental.
Physical: Manifesting sharp obsidian spikes from his body at hide speed provides Azarak with a ready supply of weapons, and his armour is basically an exo-skeleton esque extension of his biological body, providing protecting roughly comparable to steel in areas that aren't required to move. (He can't just manifest his exo-skeleton on an elbow joint.)
Elemental: Demon-Fire, the ability to produce and control a form of fire which is demonic in origin, burning non-demons (demon in this context refers to creatures borne in Hell in a biblical sense) at a temperature roughly 2000-2500 degrees celsius, it can't be put out without magic but it consumes ordinary fire. It takes time to produce any more than a small amount of it, and it can't spread naturally without energy and concentration.
Equipment: Azarak’s natural exoskeleton protects him adequately from harm, but he chooses to carry a large two handed war-axe like weapon. It has a five foot shaft with multiple axe blades running down its length down to the last two feet. Made of some unnatural demonic metal, it can rend through the toughest of materials and burns to the touch. He tends to wear it on his back in a specially designed holder that wraps across his chest.
Human Form: In his human form Azarak can just barely pass for an unusual looking human being. Thin and tall, he still has unusually sharp canines and if one looks closely his irises have a red hue. Otherwise he seems like an ordinary man, with short blonde hair and generic facial features.
Weight: 77 kg
Strength: Significantly reduced in his human form, Azarak can just barely lift 250kg with both arms. This does make him significantly stronger than the average man though.
Durability: Without his muscular durability Azarak can be killed far more easily, though his general biological structure has to support a far greater than natural strength in his thin form, he can take a few shots and reduce the liklihood of limbs being severed or bones being broken. His endurance is still demonic in nature though, so he can fight for at least a few hours.
Speed: Lacking the pure muscular strength his sprinting speed is only 30mph at most.
Agility: His thinner form provides Azarak with a far greater agility, reacting thrice as fast as any human and maintaining a human body capable of using his faster reflexes, this is his main advantage other than subterfuge in his Humanic Form.
Azarak can't access his demonic power effectively in a Human Form, though he can cause up to two obsidian spikes to pierce through the skin it causes him to bleed.
Common: In both forms Azarak's demonic biology allows him to defy poisons and chemical which would effect ordinary humans. Also, fighting directly increases his resistance to most negative effects he has no specific defences for, though only through partial resistance.
Azarak is a master fighter, and capable of most if not all physical feats possible for human-kind along with extreme acts based upon his supernatural strength.
The transition phase: Strangely similar to the fictional representation of a Werewolf transformation, Azarak changing forms involves breaking bones and incredibly quick regeneration, which provides him some resistance despite his vulnerability. It takes about ten/twenty seconds to change with a lot of noise and blood.
Name: Azarak
Race: Demon-Spawn
Age: 165 years old
Appearance: Demon Spawn are capable of manifesting themselves in one of two forms, though the transitionary stage is incredibly painful and despite the rapid regeneration process that occurs during the transition one is incredibly vulnerable during.
Demonic Form: The true visage of the Demon-Spawn, larger than life and often vaguely humanoid in appearance, age tends to bestow additions to a Demon. Azarak is not particularly powerful, belonging to the basic warrior caste of Demon-Spawn he has only lived long enough to make it to a field officer level, he still stands at nine feet tall with powerful shoulders huge muscles and dark-red skin. Sharp claws adorn each finger and thumb and his teeth are unnaturally pointed. His ears are also pointed and his nose is simply two holes in the front of his face. His eyes are sunken and a dark red glow illuminates them from behind. Overall he looks pretty damn creepy.
Weight: 260kg
Strength: With full access to his demonic strength, Azarak fights like a beserker with the ability to flip an average car with both hands or lift a tonne of weight with considerable effort with a single arm. Strength is however his main attribute in this form, and allows him to jump long distances and carry out other feats of muscular superiority.
Durability: Obviously complimenting his strength, Azarak's dense muscle mass allows him to simply sponge low calibre rounds as insignificant flesh wounds, and his body is of course conditioned to sustain the weights he can lift so one would not expect any mortal to be able to physically inflict damage upon him without weaponry. His endurance is demonic in nature, it is rare at best for any demon to be exhausted from physical activity and his body is naturally resilient to extreme elements, particularly fire.
Speed: Capable of running at a steady 50mph in a straight line, his muscular strength allows Azarak to carry out powerful movements, many foes have been surprised by the larger demon's speed.
Agility: Such a bulky form is of course limited, making his agility his weakest attribute, Azarak cannot move to face a much faster and smaller opponent easily. Though one shouldn't consider him a lumbering giant, he would certainly be closer comparatively than other faster characters in his Demonic form.
Regeneration: Being in his Demonic form allows Azarak to quickly heal from light wounds, due to demonic blood promoting repair in demons, while being highly corrosive to any other organism.
Claws: His natural weapon, sharp eight inch blades adorning his digits. Demons have been known to rend iron armour in two with little effort with their claws, so they can be lethal when applied to flesh or ordinary kevlars and other lesser armours.
Ultimately, his greatest ability in his demon form is his access to his two basic demonic powers, the physical and the elemental.
Physical: Manifesting sharp obsidian spikes from his body at hide speed provides Azarak with a ready supply of weapons, and his armour is basically an exo-skeleton esque extension of his biological body, providing protecting roughly comparable to steel in areas that aren't required to move. (He can't just manifest his exo-skeleton on an elbow joint.)
Elemental: Demon-Fire, the ability to produce and control a form of fire which is demonic in origin, burning non-demons (demon in this context refers to creatures borne in Hell in a biblical sense) at a temperature roughly 2000-2500 degrees celsius, it can't be put out without magic but it consumes ordinary fire. It takes time to produce any more than a small amount of it, and it can't spread naturally without energy and concentration.
Equipment: Azarak’s natural exoskeleton protects him adequately from harm, but he chooses to carry a large two handed war-axe like weapon. It has a five foot shaft with multiple axe blades running down its length down to the last two feet. Made of some unnatural demonic metal, it can rend through the toughest of materials and burns to the touch. He tends to wear it on his back in a specially designed holder that wraps across his chest.
Human Form: In his human form Azarak can just barely pass for an unusual looking human being. Thin and tall, he still has unusually sharp canines and if one looks closely his irises have a red hue. Otherwise he seems like an ordinary man, with short blonde hair and generic facial features.
Weight: 77 kg
Strength: Significantly reduced in his human form, Azarak can just barely lift 250kg with both arms. This does make him significantly stronger than the average man though.
Durability: Without his muscular durability Azarak can be killed far more easily, though his general biological structure has to support a far greater than natural strength in his thin form, he can take a few shots and reduce the liklihood of limbs being severed or bones being broken. His endurance is still demonic in nature though, so he can fight for at least a few hours.
Speed: Lacking the pure muscular strength his sprinting speed is only 30mph at most.
Agility: His thinner form provides Azarak with a far greater agility, reacting thrice as fast as any human and maintaining a human body capable of using his faster reflexes, this is his main advantage other than subterfuge in his Humanic Form.
Azarak can't access his demonic power effectively in a Human Form, though he can cause up to two obsidian spikes to pierce through the skin it causes him to bleed.
Common: In both forms Azarak's demonic biology allows him to defy poisons and chemical which would effect ordinary humans. Also, fighting directly increases his resistance to most negative effects he has no specific defences for, though only through partial resistance.
Azarak is a master fighter, and capable of most if not all physical feats possible for human-kind along with extreme acts based upon his supernatural strength.
The transition phase: Strangely similar to the fictional representation of a Werewolf transformation, Azarak changing forms involves breaking bones and incredibly quick regeneration, which provides him some resistance despite his vulnerability. It takes about ten/twenty seconds to change with a lot of noise and blood.
Name: Jaldoa
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 54
Gender: Male
Race: Troll
Height: 7ft 2” (Usually stands hunched at 6ft 4”)
Weight: 205 pounds
Physical Description: Jaldoa dresses in standard shamanistic clothing much akin to Native American tribal outfits; he has nothing even remotely resembling armour and simply a loin cloth to protect his modesty. He does however have a bag not unlike a large quiver which is strapped to his back, holding his wards. He has two pronounced tusks and pointed ears. His nose is incredibly angular and his skin is a dark greenish colour. Although incredibly tall, he usually creeps low to the ground and even when standing normally hunches down somewhat. He has a long loping stride due to the length of his legs, with a muscled athletic build from a life outdoors. He never wears shoes, but has hardened soles on his feet not unlike hide, more than capable of taking pinpricks and the like with no harm. He speaks in an accent somewhat like Jamaican or Cuban.
Personality Description: Jaldoa is a shaman, witch doctor and hex master, he fights for the honour of his clan and whenever the will takes him. Although not inherently evil, he has no particular morals on either side of the alignment tree and respects no authority except his own. He follows the whispers of the Loa, the troll gods, and gains his powers through their wisdom. He practises animal sacrifice as part of these rituals. The Troll is cunning and mischievous like most of his race, he himself is somewhat wise as an elder of the clan.
Skills, powers and abilities:
Physically: Jaldoa is a troll, which means he has a few natural abilities which mean he surpasses humans. For one, he has far more greater stamina, capable of running at full speed for at least an hour without tiring.
He can run at about peak human speed, 30mph max.
He has brilliant vision and awareness, meaning he can traverse forests etc without tripping over barely visible tree roots.
His muscles are compact; he can bench around 300kg.
Although his endurance is not particularly more impressive than a human, troll regeneration is unparalleled. He is capable of regenerating from minor wounds slowly during a fight, and can recover from devastating injuries much faster than humans if given the time to rest.
He also has a deep spiritual connection to the Loa allowing him to access his troll magic.
He is trained to use his staff as a weapon; he’s also accomplished at bush craft and has a fair amount of acrobatic ability, climbing trees etc with ease.
Loa magic:
Ward magic:
Ward of Seeing: A branch with an eye fashioned into the head, when thrown it sticks into the ground (or if the ground is unrelenting it hovers above it) and allows Jaldoa to see clearly in the area through his second sight. His practise with the art allows him to still concentrate on the real world as he does this, and the eye illuminates hidden opponents etc.
Ward of Healing: A branch with a smaller branch wrapped three quarters of the way up with twine or rope, it activates in much the same way as the Ward of Seeing and imbues a light healing aura in a small area. It can only affect those he is connected to by the Loa, and obviously it still heals him as well. It works at about one graze every ten seconds, meaning it would staunch blood flow from a cut wound for example in about twenty seconds. It has an effective range of about twenty meters. The range decreases to 15 meters for two people 10 for three etc. Five is the max at a two meter radius.
Ward of Warning: A branch split half way down, it deploys the same as the others. Any enemy which strays within ten meters of it is shocked by Loa magic and the ward makes a loud detonating sound as it disintegrates.
Ward of Cleansing: Loa magic is considered divine, and the undead are unnatural. The ward is a simple pole with three lines cut into the top, and when deployed it immediately releases a short burst of light which causes severe burning damage to spirits and the undead, or clears blighted ground over a larger radius.
Character Equipment:
Voodoo Staff: Crafted from the branches of the Loa tree, a Hex Master’s Voodoo staff is the sign of his power as a witch doctor. Some practitioners of Voodoo choose to wear a mask instead, but it’s optional and Joldoa decided on the staff because it can also be used as a weapon. The wood is incredibly resilient, almost on par to steel, and can be used to channel his power.
Ward Quiver: Like a small basket strapped to his back, it allows him to carry his wards which he can create through imbuing magical energy into the branches of trees cut into specific shapes.
A snare and a spike net kept in his ‘Ward Quiver’
Sacrificial knife
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 54
Gender: Male
Race: Troll
Height: 7ft 2” (Usually stands hunched at 6ft 4”)
Weight: 205 pounds
Physical Description: Jaldoa dresses in standard shamanistic clothing much akin to Native American tribal outfits; he has nothing even remotely resembling armour and simply a loin cloth to protect his modesty. He does however have a bag not unlike a large quiver which is strapped to his back, holding his wards. He has two pronounced tusks and pointed ears. His nose is incredibly angular and his skin is a dark greenish colour. Although incredibly tall, he usually creeps low to the ground and even when standing normally hunches down somewhat. He has a long loping stride due to the length of his legs, with a muscled athletic build from a life outdoors. He never wears shoes, but has hardened soles on his feet not unlike hide, more than capable of taking pinpricks and the like with no harm. He speaks in an accent somewhat like Jamaican or Cuban.
Personality Description: Jaldoa is a shaman, witch doctor and hex master, he fights for the honour of his clan and whenever the will takes him. Although not inherently evil, he has no particular morals on either side of the alignment tree and respects no authority except his own. He follows the whispers of the Loa, the troll gods, and gains his powers through their wisdom. He practises animal sacrifice as part of these rituals. The Troll is cunning and mischievous like most of his race, he himself is somewhat wise as an elder of the clan.
Skills, powers and abilities:
Physically: Jaldoa is a troll, which means he has a few natural abilities which mean he surpasses humans. For one, he has far more greater stamina, capable of running at full speed for at least an hour without tiring.
He can run at about peak human speed, 30mph max.
He has brilliant vision and awareness, meaning he can traverse forests etc without tripping over barely visible tree roots.
His muscles are compact; he can bench around 300kg.
Although his endurance is not particularly more impressive than a human, troll regeneration is unparalleled. He is capable of regenerating from minor wounds slowly during a fight, and can recover from devastating injuries much faster than humans if given the time to rest.
He also has a deep spiritual connection to the Loa allowing him to access his troll magic.
He is trained to use his staff as a weapon; he’s also accomplished at bush craft and has a fair amount of acrobatic ability, climbing trees etc with ease.
Loa magic:
Ward magic:
Ward of Seeing: A branch with an eye fashioned into the head, when thrown it sticks into the ground (or if the ground is unrelenting it hovers above it) and allows Jaldoa to see clearly in the area through his second sight. His practise with the art allows him to still concentrate on the real world as he does this, and the eye illuminates hidden opponents etc.
Ward of Healing: A branch with a smaller branch wrapped three quarters of the way up with twine or rope, it activates in much the same way as the Ward of Seeing and imbues a light healing aura in a small area. It can only affect those he is connected to by the Loa, and obviously it still heals him as well. It works at about one graze every ten seconds, meaning it would staunch blood flow from a cut wound for example in about twenty seconds. It has an effective range of about twenty meters. The range decreases to 15 meters for two people 10 for three etc. Five is the max at a two meter radius.
Ward of Warning: A branch split half way down, it deploys the same as the others. Any enemy which strays within ten meters of it is shocked by Loa magic and the ward makes a loud detonating sound as it disintegrates.
Ward of Cleansing: Loa magic is considered divine, and the undead are unnatural. The ward is a simple pole with three lines cut into the top, and when deployed it immediately releases a short burst of light which causes severe burning damage to spirits and the undead, or clears blighted ground over a larger radius.
Character Equipment:
Voodoo Staff: Crafted from the branches of the Loa tree, a Hex Master’s Voodoo staff is the sign of his power as a witch doctor. Some practitioners of Voodoo choose to wear a mask instead, but it’s optional and Joldoa decided on the staff because it can also be used as a weapon. The wood is incredibly resilient, almost on par to steel, and can be used to channel his power.
Ward Quiver: Like a small basket strapped to his back, it allows him to carry his wards which he can create through imbuing magical energy into the branches of trees cut into specific shapes.
A snare and a spike net kept in his ‘Ward Quiver’
Sacrificial knife
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