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John [EDITED]

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

He's completely tier 3 now.

I also stopped marking items and abilities with keyword such as "low" and "medium".

Talk about (almost) anything.

How does it feel being unfunny?

@BrobyDDark

What's funny is that you we are still trying to continue this "conversation".

Talk about (almost) anything.

@BrobyDDark

If somebody actually succeeds in urging me to say something meaningful, then you'd have to read an entire paragraph composed of my philosophical ideas and SJW rantage. Hence my title. Trust me, you wouldn't want that.

@ChickenTeriyaki

Hey, don't take that literally! I was joking there.

And if you're going to ask something like "How does it feel knowing that nobody understands you?" or "How does it feel knowing that nobody gets your corny ass humor?", then just don't ask. I'm fully aware of that.

Knighthood (Closed)

Yet Another Workday

ChichkenTeriyaki

Nathan

Day 1, Morning

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Nathan sat in his office, his feet perched on his table. He stared blankly out the window, which was conveniently stationed in front of his desk. He was sipping his morning coffee, as usual. An untouched loaf of french toast sat on a small plate placed on top of his table.

He was having a bad day. A terrible day.

He had just woken up from a brief sleep. The first thing he had noticed when he entered the bathroom was the sink. The faucet was leaking.

"Damn it. They're going to charge me for that. I never liked the canned tuna they sold at Marty's, but I guess I'll have to be eating just that for the week. My taste buds will have to wait..."

Nathan slipped on his longcoat and his helmet. He then proceeded to trot towards the security station. It was only a couple of steps away from his apartment. Upon entering his office, he checked his e-mail. He had only received one message, and he found it outrageous.

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Dear Mr. McDonald,

I have a small favor to ask from you. Our department is currently having a serious shortage of armaments. I've been asking the higher-ups for a skilled Artisan, and they referred me to you.

I will be placing an order of 10 Railguns, 20 45-caliber handguns, and 5 Vibroswords. I will need all of these next week, for we are going to placing a raid on one of the Stygian Blade's supposed warehouses. If our raid does not succeed, we will take the blame. However, you will have a share in it, too.

I also have a personal request of you. We will need the design of your so-called "Runic Revolver". I've heard that you have invented a unique way of spellcasting, and I would love to spread your design. You will be accredited with the original design, and we will take charge of the mass production of the model.

Deepest Regards,

General Dino

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Ridiculous

Nathan would need to contract a warehouse to produce that much high-powered arms. Sure, he could design intricate weapons using a 3D printer, but this was serious business. Moreover, General Dino wanted to "spread" his design. Sure, he would mass produce the weapon, but he would steal all the credit. The "request" was plain baloney. Just as he was thinking to himself, another person had just walked into his office. He did not wear a helmet, but he was in uniform.

"Hey, Nathan!"

Oh, great. It was this guy again. Michael Solis, from the Order of Blades. He was simply a knight, but he had a Greater Will Level. People like those were often referred to as heroes, like Nathan's mother. However, this guy chose to slack off at the security station.

"Geez, Michael, what do you want?"

"Well, you looked kinda pissed off about something. Open up, brother. There's no problem in being downright truthful sometimes"

"First off, there's my leaky faucet. And then there's this General Dino shitnick."

"What's with General Dino?"

"Ten railguns, twenty handguns, and five virboswords! He's making a factory out of me!"

"Okay, okay, calm down..."

"Hey, want a fun fact?"

"Okay?"

"When General Dino filled out his application form, they asked him what his sex was. There was a blank for that. General Dino, being the birdbrained blockhead he is, misinterpreted it. He wrote "3 times a day"! "

"What..."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Everybody in the Order of Steel hated General Dino. It was an unspoken fact. When somebody invented something new and handy, General Dino would offer to mass-produce the innovation. However, he would steal the entire right for himself. This was why the Order of Steel was filled with geniuses, hidden in the disguise of pitiful workers or soldiers sent out on the field to die. There were the innovators that either evaded or did not get noticed by General Dino.

Unfortunately, Nathan wasn't one of them.

Knighthood (Closed)

Nathan Y. McDonald

Nathan Y. Mcdonald

"The Watchful Vulture"

This alias surprisingly does not match the character's personality

Of course, this isn't his casual getup. It's his BATTLE GEAR.

Casual Getup

On a regular workday, Nathan usually looks like the gentleman on the left. Except that he wears a helmet instead of a gas mask.
Looks familiar? Good.

Captain: Bob, do you think that artificial insemination is bioethically moral?
Bob: I have no idea about that, but some guy down the street is currently wearing the same attire as you.
Captain: What did you say? I'LL KILL HIM!
Bob: That's sexist. :|

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Age: 28

Rank: Artisan His unique usage of runes and battle tactics make him sort of a good shot.

Will Level: Potent Nathan partly inherited his mother's Greater will level. Unfortunately, he didn't ENTIRELY inherit it. He has high-tier potent will and can use multiple magics at ease. Eventually, he'll train enough and climb the ladder, but his schedule has been very tight lately...

Personality:
Nathan, at first glance, is very intimidating. A sheer glance from him can send chills down one's spine. Much like your typical well-shaded comic book character.
However, despite being the accomplished man he is supposed to be, he is actually very.......derpy.
He's the kind of sleepy douche that would talk about his personal life in weird ways, or tell a joke and laugh at it like this.

Joker: See, there were two guys locked in a lunatic asylum and one night, they decided that they didn't like it anymore. They decided to escape. So they make it up to the roof and there, just across this narrow gap, they see rooftops stretching across town, stretching to freedom. Now the first guy jumps across, no problem. But his friend, no way, he's afraid of falling. So the first guy, he has an idea. He says, "Hey, I got this flashlight with me. I'll shine it across the gap between the buildings and you can walk across the gap and join me. But the second guy says, "What do you think I am, crazy? You'll just turn it off when I'm halfway across."
Joker: Hahaha, excuse me, haha...hahaHA...HahaHAhahaHAhaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Batman: *forced laughter*

Despite that, he's somewhat agreeable.

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THE STORY SO FAR...

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Nathan was born in the city of Digginspoint, located in the Zarindan province. His mother, Inari Yttria, was a skilled elementalist and swordswoman who would usually incorporate element bending techniques and classic swordplay, thus making her a force to be reckoned with. She was dubbed "The Thorned Rose", and she had earned her position as Knight Captain through hard work. Nathan was pressured to carry her legacy on. His father, Rudolph McDonald, was a wizard of sorts. He was a weird one. He would write in some ancient language and mutter incomprehensible wordings that he called "spells". Johnny was, as said earlier, pressured to carry on his mother's legacy, and this caused him to become somewhat introverted and hardy.

Nathan's mother forced Nathan to learn how to manipulate all the classical elements, as in all of them. However, Nathan was more interested in guns. He had his mom buy him a toy dart gun, and he would shoot his neighbors living in the nearby household through the windows with it, thus showcasing his excellent aim and lack of proper discipline. The unfortunate neighbors did not dare complain, for they were afraid of the brat's mother, so the best they could do was close the windows. Nathan would get spanked for doing so, nonetheless. Nathan also showed an interest in his father's spells, much to the father's surprise. He learned to write in ancient glyphs, and he began tinkering with magic runes at a young age. His mother was very disappointed, but was rather sympathetic towards her son since he was an only child. Nathan ended up only learning how to manipulate plasma, which wasn't a classical element to begin with. He learned it well anyway, and would usually be seen trying to create elaborate shapes out of the plasma instead of hurling it like he would in a fight. His mother was even more disappointed, but his father pointed out that their son had to learn how to put focus and effort into element bending, so the mother decided to watch in all her disappointment.

Soon, Nathan had become an independent teen. His mother had become very disappointed in him, since he hadn't become a master of the element like she had become at his age. Nathan initially refrained from joining the Tower of Stars. He was growing up when futuristic weaponry was becoming the norm, so he came up with an outrageous idea: using guns to cast spells!

Yes, he came up with that. He's still somewhat proud of it.

He studied weaponry and magic at the same time. He conceptualized fitting runes that could cast all kinds of magic spells into guns. After a lot of sketching and building, he had designed his twin pistols: Order and Chaos. He also trained in stealth, like most gun-wielding military trainees at the academy would. He dug deeper into his father's books and saw all sorts of spells and illusory tricks. Eventually, he would learn how to use these in fast-paced battles.

Eventually, Nathan ended up popularizing the usage of magic runes once again. His innovation caught the eyes of the Tower of Stars, and they offered him a position as Artisan. Nathan accepted it, and he got stationed in his hometown, Digginsworth. He is generally affiliated with the Tower of Steel, and he sometimes crafts weapons for his division.

On a regular workday, Nathan sits in his office in the daytime, usually with nothing to do. At night, he patrols the slightly busy streets of Digginsworth, and sometimes in nearby cities. He works full-shift, and he only gets breaks on Saturdays. He does subdue criminals sometimes.

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Magic and Tech

Magic

• Plasma Manipulation: Nathan can use plasma and manipulate it either using Channeled Magic or Wild Magic. Nathan can conjure plasma using Channeled Magic as he was gifted with this power by his chosen deity. However, he can also manipulate plasma found in the environment. He has mastered the element since it was the only one he was actually interested in during his childhood.
• Illusory Magic: Back in the day, his father was a magician popular for his intricate illusions. Nathan can do the same, except he uses it more as a battle tactic. When in battle, he can create illusions of himself to confuse the enemy. He can also create more intricate illusions, but this would take utmost effort. Nathan only does this when pulling casual pranks on his workmates.

Technology and Other Items

• Order and Chaos: The cream and sugar of Nathan's life.
  
  • Order: His custom revolver, which he uses to cast spells. The barrel is unusually large, and Nathan can fit 8 Rune Bullets into it. The best part about the gun (Aside from the fact that it can cast spells) is the barrel, which also took the most time to design. The barrel is actually a rune itself. When a Rune Bullet is fired, it does not disappear entirely, for it only loses its magical energy. The barrel has an inscripted clairvoyance spell etched onto it, and the barrel attracts the Rune Bullet to it, which zooms back to the barrel and fits itself again in the hole wherein it was previously stored.
    
    As you (might) have read, the barrel is supposed to be bigger. Way bigger
  • Chaos: Chaos does not cast spells, but is a sub-machine plasma pistol nuff' said. The pistol itself is also crafted out of Aetherium, a rare metal usually used in magic staffs and wands. When Nathan wants to look badass, he conjures plasma and fires it through this pistol.
    
    WARNING: Large Image

    
    I actually do recommend that you watch this anime.
• Rune Bullets: They cast a diverse variety of spells. When used, the chosen bullet runs out of energy and becomes unusable until it recharges its energy.
  
  List of spells

  Each rune corresponds to the spell that it activates.
  Runes Currently In-Barrel
  

  • Crystal Shower: The rune activates in mid-air. Upon activation, a magic circle activates, and bathes everything it is facing with sharp and deadly crystal. Crystals can only shoot towards one direction, and that will be the direction the magic circle is facing. The magic circle faces the direction the bullet was shot in. Duration: 8 seconds
    Takes 5 minutes to recharge
  • Shazam! Upon hitting anything solid or losing momentum, the rune activates and creates a bright flash. Nathan, as the caster of the spell, can see through the flash. Duration: 10 seconds
    Takes 5 minutes to recharge
  • Apollo's Wrath: Summons a large column of flame upon impact. Great for moving down large crowds.
    Takes 5 minutes to recharge
  • Lullabye: Sends the receiver of the bullet into a deep sleep.
    Takes 30 minutes to recharge
  • That's all for now
• Helmet: The helmet is a standard military helmet with a radio and microphone used in communication on the battlefield. The helmet, when connected to the body armour, can detect which part of the body is being damaged. The helmet also connects to the Tower's database, and Nathan can identify individuals when this feature is activated. It also allows night vision. It has, for some reason, a hatch for the user's mouth. Nathan uses said hatch to drink his evening coffee.
• Armour: Nathan's armour was built for flexibility. Plates cover most areas, but necks, elbows, knees, and other body parts which are jointed are left open. The plates are made out of cheap Mythril.
• Energy Cell: Supplies ammo for the submachine plasma pistol, Chaos.
  
• Retractable Sleeve Blade
  http://s153.photobucket.com/user/phyreblade_blog/media/Assassins%20Creed/AssassinsCreedBladeMechanism2.jpg.html
  There's no better way of saying "Surprise, dingo!" than brandishing this blade right in front of the opponent's face. Also made out of Mythril.
• Bag: It has all sorts of work-related stuff in it.
  
  
  • Laptop: There's nothing special about this laptop. Nathan uses it to receive messages. He does enjoy casual gaming sometimes...
  • Documents and an assortment of pens, along with a bunch of unimportant stuff.
• Novelty Mug
  
  Nathan has no idea why he has this.
• Toothbrush Collection
  
  Nathan has no idea why he has this either. The rack is proudly stationed in his office cubicle.

God Relations

• Orcorum
  Orcorum had sensed Nathan's potential as a pioneer since Nathan's birth. When Nathan was a young boy, Orcorum appeared to him as an elderly man who ran a library. He called himself Mr. Smith upon their first meeting. The entity that had called itself Mr. Smith would show Nathan the wonderful products of science. He demonstrated "progress" to him not as a concept, but as a force of unhindered power that would continue to mold the very appearance of the world as long as there were people who would act as its agents. Gifted and intelligent people. And Nathan would make the cut.
  
  Orcorum only ended up revealing his true identity to Nathan after he built his custom pistols and offered him to work as an agent of what he called "progress". Nathan was bound to agree. Nathan does not worship Orcorum like a dog, but sees him as one of his closest friends.
  
  Orcorum has endowed Nathan with his magic powers even before he revealed himself.

Other Stuff

• Nathan was trained to be stealthy. Combine that with his illusory magic and you get a big deal on your hands.
• Nathan, of course, has exemplary accuracy.
• Nathan is sometimes requested by the higher-ups at the Order of Steel to craft weapons for the other soldiers. He does not own a 3D printer though, so he borrows one from said higher-ups. He makes a variety of weapons and other things.

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Theme Song

Shots - Imagine Dragons

Nathan changes his spells from time to time. He cannot do so during battle, though.

NPCs and stuff

General Dino: Order of Steel general. He has a knack for stealing credit from the Order's top innovators, and with said ill-gotten credit he builds his resume. As for his intellect, it displays through Nathan's "jokes".
Michael Solis: One of the most powerful swordsmen of the Order of Blades. Despite that, he is too lazy to get his name up the ranks.

Michael already has a CS. As for Dino, I'd rather not.

Game: "Useless" superpowers

Bonus points for realism.

@IntPenDespSword

I see what you did there. :D

A huge flood happens, much to your anticipation. After the catastrophic event, you conjure a rainbow. You proclaim yourself to have descended directly from Noah, and you form a cult. Soon, your cult begins fiddling around with public relations and wide-reaching monopolies. You become rich, and you now control society from behind.

The power to have sour-tasting urine.

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted.

However, the other universe you land in is filled with overpowered Mary-Sue characters that could easily destroy your entire army without blinking an eye.



This ugly cretin dissipates your entire army simply by snapping her fingers and sending a myriad of Spirit Bombs at them. She then continues banging Sephiroth, who, in this twisted world, is the grandson of Sirius Black and the brother of Squidward Tentacles.

I wish that I could think of a creative wish.

John [EDITED]

@The Harbinger of Ferocity
I removed Limit Break. Basically, John cannot do superhuman feats anymore.

I also nerfed John's hand-to-hand fighting techniques. Sure, his physical enhancements make him stronger, but his fighting style is still unorthodox. Would that be okay?

Besides, John was meant to be a man of technique. If you strip all of that away from him, he'd be just a regular guy in his teenage years. Sure, he can use breathing techniques as a healthy alternative for steroids, but his body still has it's fragility. If a low-tier mook were to successfully shoot him with a powerful shotgun, his entire arm would probably be blown off.