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Royal Rumble!

It had appeared Kheraket's magic had accomplished its task - he drew the cultist's attention away from the students. However, it also seemed the man had a contingency plan of sorts. Several bodies around the room - including a doctor's which was only a foot or so away from Kheraket - began twitching, bringing along that cold tingle that Kheraket had felt earlier. Before they pulled themselves into motion.

The smock-clad body lunged at Kheraket's ankles, causing him to stumble backwards to make an attempt to not be trapped. He lost his balance, giving him little time to prepare his stance for the other two charging thralls. But, fortunately for him, the very students he had just protected from the Draugr were taking action while their enemy was distracted. Several flashes throughout the Medical Pavilion signaled the various gifts of all of those present being utilized - one of them had summoned an elemental sword, and slashed at one of the foes. But some powers were more subtle at times.

The orb of Kheraket's staff grew dark, becoming enshrouded in a haze of shadow, before an inky, elongated arm shot out and dug wicked claws into the Pavilion's doorway, preventing his fall. The boy brought his other not-grabbed foot down on the wrist of the doctor, and although it probably wouldn't hurt, it would weaken the corpse's grasp enough for him to pull both his legs back and land him in a crouch.

But by then one of the charging zombies was upon him. Kheraket tumbled to the side, the tails of his longcoat flaying the air as he moved from the doorway. The shadowy claw flayed its own target as it withdrew from its clasp on the wall, tearing at the zombie's back as the boy attempted to avoid its rush.

The shade is a somewhat weak creature - but they are flexible. They are one of the easiest summons Kheraket traffics normally. So much so that he can summon them within seconds, and deploy them in various fashions. One of his most favored methods is to use them in combination with his staff for formidable melee reach.

But a shade was not likely to defeat the Necromancer alone. However, he was outnumbered - perhaps he would retreat.

Academy of Noble Arms - Reboot (With gratitude to TheHangedMan)

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Academy of Noble Arms - Reboot (With gratitude to TheHangedMan)

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Academy of Noble Arms - Reboot (With gratitude to TheHangedMan)

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Academy of Noble Arms - Reboot (With gratitude to TheHangedMan)

Cleophas Rook

Cleophas Rook

Rook

Height: 6'1" (1.85 Meters), Weight: 178lbs (81kgs)

Name: Cleophas Rook

Age: 17

Nationality: North American

_{Noble Arm Name & Appearance:}

"La Chasse Monstrueuse"

Noble Arm

La Chasse Monstrueuse takes the form of a full-cover falconry gauntlet. However, the standard accesories, such as the D-ring, tassle, etc. are absent. It is made of black leather, with a subsidiary layer of tough, brown leather covering the forearm.

_{Noble Arm Abilities:}

La Chasse Monstrueuse, meaning "The Monstrous Hunt", is a somewhat unique Noble Arm - in that it comes in the form of clothing. Because of the unique abilities this Noble Arm grants, the longer the fight, the more advantage its wielder acquires.

►Corbeau d'ombre (Raven of Shadow) LCM (La Chasse Monstrueuse) is accompanied in its summoning by a companion - a Crow. This crow appears to be just like any other of its species...but it is not. Its being is shrouded in shadow, and as such it cannot be injured by mundane means - the magic of a Noble Arm is required to harm it. However, it can still be struck or stunned.
-Ravensight- Rook is able to use the Crow's vision as his own, and vice-versa. It can also telegraph images onto another person's mind, if they are on good terms with Rook.
-Shadow Ball- The Crow is able to collect shadows as it flies, before launching them in a mass similar in size to one's head. It causes no real damage - only moderate knockback, but it restores some of Rook's mental and physical stamina if it hits an opponent.

►Ailes de corbeau (Raven Wings) LCM passively increases Rook's self-control while airborne. This can allow him to dodge more effectively - with even short hops allowing him several meters of movement - and grants him the ability to control his horizontal and vertical speed while in the air.
_{Repeated use of Ailes de corbeau will mentally fatigue Rook.}

►Monstres de l'esprit (Monsters of the Mind) LCM grants Rook the ability to summon a shadow-eyed illusion of any beast he can think of. These illusions can usually only make contact with something one time before dispersing themselves. Rook only maintains up to two of these illusions at a time.
_{Normally this technique does not substantially fatigue Rook, but repeatedly shattering his illusions will mean ramping mental fatigue for him.}
Separately, Rook is able to cast illusions on himself that resemble animals. Furthermore, for a couple seconds after the Crow perches on the Falconry Glove (2-4 seconds), Rook's self-illusions become corporeal, and he is able to manipulate them and impact the environment as if the real thing. During the duration of the empowerment he is physically stronger, and has acute senses. This has a cooldown.

►Epuisement spirituel (Spirit Sapping) The tools in LCM's arsenal are made less for brute-force attacks, and more for wearing down the opponent over time, while strengthening Rook. His illusion's strikes are the main conduit for this drain. For each successful strike, a Shadow Charge is gained.
• With Zero(0) Shadow Charges, his Monster illusion's strikes will be standard, and will cause no physical damage - they will only sap a bit of the target's spiritual energy, and cause pain.
• With One(1) Shadow Charge, the Monster illusions will be able to contact the real world twice before dispersing.
• With Two(2) Shadow Charges, Rook can consume them both to empower his self-illusions for ten seconds.

Personality: Cleophas is generally a very extroverted person, once you get him talking. He's a very active and fun-loving individual, and generally gets along decently with most reasonable people - although he is a little careless around those he considers friends. When it comes to Noble Arms, his mood shifts surprisingly; he becomes much more focused, and quiet - analytically so. Additionally, he will typically go out of his way to help others, but not at his own expense or that of his friends. Many people incipiently find Cleophas a little odd, due to his initial quiet nature and odd accent, but he's not that weird.

Likes: Noble Arms, Strong Arms Masters, Bad Weather, Animals, Windows.

Dislikes: Academic Studies.

Fears: Innocent animals being hurt. Losing his ability to protect animals / Losing his Noble Arm.

Bio: Coming soon!

Current Goal: Learn all he can about Noble Arms (especially his own) - and to become one of the greatest Arms Masters ever seen.

Student Rank: 1218

Due to the nagging of this little shit, @Achronum 😜, I have decided to give you folks a look at what has yet to be finished. I still have some aesthetic features to insert, and potentially a little tweaking on the powers - then it will be up for approval by the GMs.

Academy of Noble Arms - Reboot (With gratitude to TheHangedMan)

Rook

Height: 6'1" (1.85 Meters), Weight: 178lbs (81kgs)

@Dark Light just informing you that our characters shall be mortal enemies since you stole my face claim..

kidding 😛

Academy of Noble Arms - Reboot (With gratitude to TheHangedMan)

Excited for this! Working on my CS. Good inspirations to y'all :P

Academy of Noble Arms Reboot - With TheHangedMan's permission!

I am interested.

Royal Rumble!

"Without balance, there is chaos...and while chaos is fun and all, what kind of ruler would I be if I can't control my own subjects?"

-God of the Underworld

This was Kheraket's task. To maintain the balance of the dead and the living. The largest task he had accepted in his entire life. Maybe he was out of his league here, but if he was he didn't care - this was the only way he knew for him to see his parents again.

But in the meantime, he had been convinced by some friendly stranger he met on the street to try and enjoy this "tournament" that was being held. It was that same stranger that had stopped Kheraket from almost jumping into the arena as he saw various children pummeling each other into the dust. "Hey, now! They'll be fine," he said as he grasped Kheraket's shoulder, "they won't hurt eachother too bad, this is a professional event!"

"But why are they trying to hurt each other?"

"It's for fun. We do this every year." he explained as he watched, wide-eyed, a spectacularly fun moment. "You must be new here?"

Kheraket was indeed new to Rhea. He was new to civilization entirely, to be technical. Since he was spit back into the earthly realm, he had been working a low-wage job as a shepherd on a farm in the countryside, to sustain himself until an unsavory event reared its head. However, idleness in the face of a task did not suit him. So he headed towards the place where he felt the most inter-dimensional spirit travel: Rhea.

"Indeed, I-"

"HOLY SH-"

There seemed to be something wrong. Something had happened and Kheraket could see tournament officials running towards the battlegrounds as one student in particular was drawing them in. He didn't know her name, and couldn't see her expression from so far away. But he could see her injuries, and her posture. They were not befitting of each other. She rose one hand skyward, launching an attack to the heavens, or rather, the protective barrier. It faltered.

The announcers assured the audience that this spectacle was OK, but Kheraket wasn't so sure. Something felt wrong. Especially something about that fiery girl who had just flown away in the chaos.

He looked back and saw that his stranger was gone. And quite a few people were getting up and shifting around as well - it seemed like the tournament was over, then.

_Before

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_Present

After some time of snacking on a churro and wandering back inside the stadium to explore the vendors, whom some of which had left after the events, Kheraket had decided it was time for him to go-

He stopped dead in his tracks as he felt a cold, deep tingle wash over him. His gaze snapped to an empty space ahead, and his eyes growing blank, as if they were unfocused...or incredibly focused. He had known this feeling more than a few times - and he didn't like it. But at the same time, it meant the opportunity for success. The opportunity for redemption. The feeling was that of someone plunging their hand into the Underworld.

He dropped his churro and brandished his staff as he briskened into a jog down the hallway.

When he heard a voice. "..I will try to leave you alive... for the time being."

Kheraket stood in the doorway, looking upon the scene of the Medical Pavilion.

He held out his staff, the orb atop it, along with his eyes, glowing brighter in tone until they each reached a bright, vibrant blue. "Excuse me. I am afraid I can't allow that creature to harm anyone." he called out to the man, his voice echoing in on itself, and through the room more than it should have. The Draugr stopped moving - but it didn't vanish, as it should have. Kheraket frowned.

Interesting...something is keeping the creature held to this plane. Something I cannot quite disperse. But I can feel it quivering. Surely this masked man is not more adept than I at plane-tethering...

Unfortunately, the combined efforts of Diana's magic and the cultist's manipulation was enough to keep the beast material. For now. Even more unpleasant, however, is that Kheraket's tampering would likely not allow one to control it. So...

The creature staggered in place, towering over everything near it. It seemed somewhat sluggish - Kheraket had been able to slow it down, but its strength was still very much there. Still a formidable threat to anyone too close.

"Riveting.." Kheraket's glow lessened in intensity as he focused on something else.

He didn't know what was going on, but what he did know is that he could see a group of bandaged kids through the torn fabric on the other side of that beast. A beast that did not look friendly.

And then its presumed summoner, the masked man.

"You." Kheraket pointed with his staff. "Necromancer. I adjure you to come with me. At once."

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"John" Booke

Basic Information

Name
⦁ 'John' Booke

Vigilante Name
⦁ N/A

Age
⦁ 67

Species
⦁ Mutant

Gender
⦁ Male

Ethnicity
⦁ British

Nationality
⦁ British
⦁ American

Occupation
⦁ MSU Investigations Officer

Alignment
⦁ Neutral Good / Chaotic Good

Detailed Information

Appearance
⦁ Booke has well avoided the danger of frailty as he's aged. Standing at 6'2", and weighing 188 lbs, his liver spots and wrinkled skin belie his actual strength. He has made sure of this - due to the nature of his job. His hair is very much already grayed, and his eyes are a blue-gray tone that makes it seem as if he is in deep thought, in idleness - but those eyes can quickly change to a scrutinizing or angry mood.
When it comes to fashion, Booke prefers simple or discreet outfits - opting to don long-coats and Trilby-esque hats.

Personality
⦁ In Booke's younger years of the MSU, he was one cocky bastard. Since then, he has mellowed out with maturity - however, the confidence that came with that attitude has not fully left him. With age comes experience, and Booke knows this. A fine advantage over the common crooks of the modern day.
Booke generally tends to watch a situation before speaking or acting. He knows when to listen, and when to initiate. This applies to conversation, his job, and even combat.
Socially, Booke is more reserved than most, but also laid-back. With age he has developed multiple facets to his personality, being able to be very serious, as well as playful, or even competitive, in the right circumstances.

Origin
⦁ WIP

Notable Relations
⦁ Socially, None.
⦁ Offices and Personnel of the MSU

Resources
⦁ Sir Booke makes more money than the average citizen, and as such lives without financial worry.

Everyday Skills
⦁ Household Chores (Cooking, Cleaning, etc)
⦁ Swimming
⦁ Board games / Card games
⦁ Exercise
⦁ Subterfuge
⦁ A large array of other skills gained throughout his lengthy life, and his occupation.

Combat

Fighting Style
⦁ Booke is not even close to being the best fighter out there, but he is one of the most-fit of the elderly ones. His strength, and to a lesser extent his agility, are more befitting to someone in their forties, and this is a great asset to someone unbecoming of such traits. This is not because of any power or augmentation, but due to careful training and conditioning over the years and present, on Booke’s part. However, someone with a good build and younger physique will overpower him. He often is seen carrying a (uneeded) cane, which he will use to deliver swift, energy draining strikes to precise points in the body, such as the temple, jaw, or calf muscles.
He has a various toolbox of martial arts, due to his lengthy time in the MSU, but if he has to resort to true hand-to-hand, he opts to use techniques from several styles at once, making it difficult to read.

Strengths
⦁ Booke has an easy time fighting people he can keep at a distance and strike with his cane, or his power.
⦁ He also has a nasty surprise factor in both his power and physical ability - who expects an elderly man to rival their physique in any way?
⦁ Time in the MSU has enhanced his combat sense by a great degree.

Weaknesses
⦁ Booke, while he has the strength and agility of someone younger, can still tire. While he still has more stamina than the average seventy year old man, this is still a risk in prolonged fights.
⦁ He has little defense against someone who has more range than him, which isn't too hard to have.

Equipment
⦁ His ordinary cane.
⦁ Light, scale-plate Vambraces / Greaves
⦁ Occupational Mutation-Use License

Power

Booke's power is a very odd, lyncanthrope-esque faculty. However, instead of a wolf, he has features of a Tasmanian Devil.

Strengths
⦁ This animal-attribute power gives Booke traits of a Tasmanian Devil, without the tell-tale signs one would normally receive from being a Lycanthrope; Howling, being especially hairy, loss of control, etc.
⦁ Booke's sense of smell is impressively more than that of a normal human's, and he has superior vision in dark environments. His reaction speed is also enhanced for someone of his age. His nails are also hardened and grow sharper than normal, and his canines grow sharp as well.
⦁ Additionally, he also has developed a system of tough, vein-ish vessels for use in conjunction with his ability to produce a easily-manipulated bodily fluid; this allows him to expel chemicals and other mixtures to around 3 yards. Moreover, being exposed to such odors for so long has desensitized him to pungent and harmful scents.

Weaknesses/Limitations
⦁ The animal-attribute power also provides Booke with an array of negatives as well.
⦁ His eyes are light-sensitive, so he appreciates shade, tinted glasses, and brimmed hats.
⦁ His physical attributes are not enhanced, unlike Lycanthropes.
⦁ Beyond changing the odor of his "special fluid", Booke has to take customized pills to imbue it with additional effects - which can require varying amounts of time to take effect.

Extra

⦁ Booke trims his nails so that they are not sharp.
⦁ Booke's canines are duller because of his age, but as we know from dogs, they are still quite dangerous - if they can even get close enough to hurt someone.
⦁ Booke trims his facial hair regularly, as his power makes it grow at an increased rate.
⦁ His pills can take anywhere from a couple seconds to half an hour to take effect, and the longer he waits, the more boosted the effect.