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Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart

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The Reception Room.

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"Oh, sorry."

"S-sorry!"

"S-'scuse me, sorry; thanks, sorry!"

It was a science, weaving in between crowds of people at great speeds while narrowly avoiding collision and apologising all the while, as if his mere presence were something he needed to atone for.

Lucas Miller squeezed his way past groups of Nomads, media, security, fans and just about anyone else packed into a reception hall because they couldn't wait for the show to begin.

"Are you at the desk yet?" A strangely high pitched but unmistakably male voice rang into the boy's senses from a small earpiece nestled in his left ear.

"N-no, just give me a second." Lucas Miller replied to his father on the other end of the line - "Showtime" Perry Miller - trying not to collide into anyone as he did so.

"Don't take too long, Champ, if ya don't register then they might give your spot to some two-bit who couldn't lace your BOOTS! SOMEBODY WH-"

Perry's voice faded into the void as Lucas turned down the volume on his ear piece, recognising his father was entering "promo mode" and would likely be talking for, minimum, seven minutes without pause. He managed to barely wedge his way past a group of Nomads who appeared to consume a diet solely of protein shakes and forty ounce steaks but beyond them there it was: the front desk. Manned by a clearly uninterested young woman, who signed off bizarre Nomad after bizarre Nomad without so much as looking up at her phone.

"Name?" She bluntly requested, before Lucas was even at the acceptable distance to engage in conversation.

"Uhm. L-lucas Miller. Lucas Tony Miller."

"Nope."

"Uhm. W-what?"

"We have someone named Lucius, someone named Luke and we have a LEWIS Miller, but no Lucas Millers." Her half closed eyes barely seemed to move as she processed all of this information from her computer.

"O-oh… Could you c-check again, maybe?"

Her gaze darted back to the screen for the length of a half-second. "Nope." She confirmed.

"Oh."

They stood there in silence for a few moments, the sounds of every other Nomad and event in the building being sucked out, replaced by the Receptionist’s incessant gum chewing.

"A-are you sure? I, uhm, I've been active for a few years now?" No response. "Uhm, I won the preliminary exhibition at the Philadelphia Invitational?" No response. "Uhh…" his voice dropped to an embarrassed whisper, "I was the guy that said "I'm going to Bizby Land””.

The smallest ghost of a smile appeared on the Receptionist's face "Oh yeah." She began tapping on her computer.

"They logged your name wrong. You're all set."

"Thank you."

"How was it, by the way?" She asked, not even looking up from her phone yet delivering what felt like an equal gut punch than any Nomad.

"F-fine, thanks." Lucas muttered under his breath. He shook his head and listened for his dad - who still sounded to be trapped in a web of his own insanity - and was prepared to slink out and hide at the bottom of the stairwell to change like usual, but then…

”I’ve told you vultures that you can fuck right off.”

Time seemed to slow, the rap music pounding from the speakers became more and more muffled, any little girls floating in the air faded to the background.

The witch lady with the shaggy black hair and glasses downed an entire can of go-go juice in one gulp and let out a majestic belch that seemed to echo in the reception hall.

"Wow." Lucas said to himself. He clicked off his earpiece, silencing the ramblings of Perry Miller and, before he even knew it was happening, he was walking towards the witch girl and her bat friend with the thick New Jersey accent.

”Say, we should have a bit more. Y’ever try one’a them hot dogs filled with whipped cream?”

”What, like with a pump or something…?”

"It's actually more like an injection." Lucas butted in, with the confidence of someone who was not Lucas Miller. "They take a syringe of whipped cream and inject it directly into the hot dog. One time I wrapped one in a jelly pancake like a giant burrito, it was pretty sweet."

And just like that, it was over.

"Uhm, s-sorry. I overheard your… I didn't mean to interrupt, I just, I o-overheard, yeah, I- sorry." Both Lucas' confidence and sense of speech began dribbling out with every word. He stopped babbling and inhaled, extending a shaky hand like you are supposed to do when you are normal and can be trusted around normal society.

"M-my name is Lewis- no, Lucas. My name’s Lucas. It- uhm- it's nice t-to meet you..."

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Outside Arena

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"How long is that fool going to take?" Parker Carroway asked, his permanently annoyed expression somehow worsening as he stood out in the Brazil sun - shielded only by a giant new stadium amidst a pornographically poor district.

"He's been in there for at least five minutes!" Patti Buchanan added with a snort. "If he'd sent in the help, we could've just stayed in the car." Her voice dripped with snide contempt as she brushed off some dust from her blouse.

"If he's not here soon then I say we ditch. My throat’s drying up here!" Moaned Darlington (yes, just “Darlington”). He shakes the flask inside his blazer pocket and murmurs something at the rattle of a few miniscule drops of bourbon remaining.

"Fellows!

An opulent young man emerges from the building with a smile as the sun catches his immaculate visage, seemingly sparkling both of his eyes and his teeth like this were some sort of advertisement about the greatest man alive.

"What kept you so long?" Parker demanded, crossing his arms in annoyance - partly out of being mildly startled by Florian Wessington's sudden appearance.

"It's rather frenzied in there at present." Florian sighed. "It would appear someone has commandeered the sound system. It’s quite difficult to even hear one's own thoughts with such a heavy bassline!"

"Did you get them!?" Patti held out her hand.

"Ah! Yes of course! Florian produced four laminated passes labelled "VIP". Technically speaking, they meant very little. Beyond the fact that the group was authorised to use the upper stands and sky boxes in-between their matches for the day. Florian had wanted to see the inside of a "real" locker room but that idea was quickly shot down by the rest.

Patti, Parker and Darlington snatched the passes and fastened them securely around their necks, beginning to feel a bit more at ease now that there was a clearer distinction between them and everyone else. Darlington let out an expectant cough.

"Oh, yes, almost forgot, Darlington! Florian reached into his coat pocket and produced a small bottle of alcohol. Seemingly so expensive that it didn’t even carry any kind of label.

"Much obliged!" Darlington exclaimed, grabbing the bottle and almost immediately gulping down a quarter of it.

"You should pace yourself my friend! It would be unwise to indulge too much before competing against some of the top level competitors in the world!"

“He’s fine!” Parker retorted, pride still wounded at the indignity of being mildly caught unaware. “Now, shall we be going?”

”Indeed! The buffet has just opened, it’s an excellent chance to interface and mingle with some of our fello-...” Florian trailed off at seeing the expressions on his colleagues' faces, as though he’d just asked them to devour a plate of human excrement.

“We’re not going to do that.” Patti flatly stated. “Shoulder to shoulder with those kinds of people would only lower our performances, Florian. We’re going to the nearest yoga spa to limber up and then returning here on the dot for our fights in order to minimise the amount of time spent in this ghetto.” Parker explained, annoyed expression shifting into one of condescension, his other main emotion.

”I disagree!” Florian replied with a smile. ”I think there’s a lot of value in today’s event beyond the spirit of battle and I intend to reap every possible reward from the experience.” Florian almost pirouetted towards the door, such was his grace and drama, ignoring the scoffs of his group as they began vacating the premises

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Reception Room

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The shift from a mostly sedate sunny day in Brazil to the inside of the World Fighting Carnival, wall-to-wall with Nomads of all sizes and stripes doing all manner of bizarre things, hit Florian with a wall of visual stimulation. Nearly stunning him with the sheer sensory overload. He quickly recovered, naturally, starting to take stock of everything as he sauntered deeper into the hall.

A tall, brown haired person with quick eyes scanned the room, cameras flashed around the recently christened Justice Rider Blaze. Florian considered walking over to introduce himself to the media but decided that to be a bit gauche, they’d come to him eventually.

His attention instead turned to a minor hubbub happening elsewhere, where multiple people began floating in the air to the mild interest of some spectators. Florian had seen flight, of course, but typically it was with the aid of some fantastical construct created by Minerva’s engineering departments. This was more spiritual, more “nomadic”. It made him rather excited about everything, truth be told.

“Bravo!” He said, chuckling while lightly clapping his hands at the sight. With his mannerisms, outfit and general enthusiasm, he looked more like an entertained child than the serious competitor scoping out the competition that he imagined himself as.

Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart

Lucas Miller

"G-go Team M-m-m-Miller!"

"...O-oh man…" _____________________________________________________ NAME: Lucas Tony Miller _______________________________________________ EPITHET: The Sleeping Tiger _______________________________________________ AGE: 19 _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: He/Him _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 5'11 _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 155lbs _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: American (Philadelphia) _______________________________________________ LIKES: Pro Wrestling, Video Games, Shōnen, Hoagies, Not Getting Beaten Up _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: Getting Beaten Up, Hoagies From The Gas Station, Lag

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OVERVIEW

"I yield! I YIELD!"
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APPEARANCE

"I can’t grow a moustache but I’ll look good in my sixties..."
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Small, messy helmet shaped brown hair, ill-fitting combat equipment. If there was an antithesis to every single aspect of what one would think of in a Nomad, it would be Lucas Miller. His baby face and perpetually nervous expression do little to add to his aura, save for complimenting his wiry frame. He does bare various scars and bandages of past fights, but rather than make him look like a seasoned warrior they more so serve as a roadmap of the abuse he has endured on his journey.

Lucas' gear caps off all of this by being not well fitted to his size, extremely cheap and with obvious signs of patchwork. Lucas wears an oversized shirt with the graphic print of a dragon and tiger in battle clearly worn from time and chipping all over - in addition to the small holes dotting other areas of the shirt indicating this is his only one for combat. His hand wraps are worn and rough as is the knee pads and single elbow pad he always wears (not that they do him much good, defensively speaking), all of this tied together with some old wrestling tights of his father complete with a pair of rough looking leather boots.

You don’t wanna mess with this guy.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"Oh, right, s-sorry."
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Timid: The boy is under-confident and passive to an almost absurd degree, cultivated over years of being a victim. While he will object to treatment he dislikes he rarely meaningfully resists it, especially if coming from someone he does care about such as his father trying to push him into the life of a Nomad in the first place. Lucas is usually paranoid on some level that everyone (not including his dad) is seconds away from attacking or insulting him and so tends to mumble and stutter over his words, always trying desperately not to offend.

Brave: Lucas is, bar-none, the most cowardly member of the cast. Yet, in spite of this, he does possess a good heart and will always try to do the right thing even if it almost causes his legs to buckle from fear. In times of genuine crisis he is even able to stomach his own insecurities to a certain extent to help someone in need - not that it has improved his physical performance, normally.

Hidden Depths: Despite what the above two traits may have you believe, Lucas is perfectly calm and low-key privately, but when forced out into the world he is a few inches away from losing hair over the stress. In spite of all this, his father Perry is fully convinced that somewhere inside of his son is a strength far beyond anything any Nomad can hope to match. So far, there is little evidence of this being the case.

BACKSTORY

"N-nice to meet you, I’m Lewis- uh- LUCAS!”"
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Lucas Miller could, charitably, be considered the joke character among everybody - trained fighter and not. A shy, timid, stuttering and under-confident youth effectively dragged into the Nomad lifestyle from his overbearing father. “Showtime” Perry Miller was a testament to the belief that you can have a career in something even if you have no talent whatsoever. A short, slightly pudgy and balding-in-his-early-twenties “Nomad” who lost quite literally every fight he’d ever been in, yet still carried a charisma and presence as if he were a worldwide superstar. To his credit, he did brand himself like crazy to some limited, likely ironic, success. He also made it an entire career of being mercilessly beaten but never once actually losing via K.O.

Near the end of his illustrious career he settled down with a woman several leagues above him in just about every conceivable fashion, even having a child with her - which had to have been an act of God considering the performance Perry is alleged to have given. Their relationship was a short one after their son was born, she was a woman with a lust for life and a strong desire not to be tied down to anything and he was, well, “Showtime” Perry Miller. Rather than abandon or alienate the baby he had effectively been dumped with however, Perry actually proved to be a rather competent dad, at least when it came to basic needs and ensuring his son had his support.

Too much support, as it would turn out. Young Lucas was not particularly intellectual and not obviously physically gifted in any way, yet Perry strongly encouraged him to take up martial arts as an extracurricular activity. Somehow, despite having a “historic” father of the industry, Lucas did not take naturally to the pastime at all. He hesitated in attacking people, had zero drive or desire and years of bullying had honed him to succumb to self-defeat before the match would even begin. Through rampant self-delusion and sheer belief in his son, Perry continued to and still does believe his boy to be a martial arts prodigy still cultivating his skills. A belief that was seemingly justified after one particular incident after high school, his son’s first “tournament” match.

Lucas, solely as a joke, was invited to take part in the Philadelphia Invitational as part of an exhibition fight to kickstart the show. His opponent? The previous year’s Grand Champion. Lucas begged, pleaded, pitched a fit and hid in the crevice all to avoid this fight but Perry had zero intention of letting an opportunity like this pass him by, er, pass them by. So, on went the match. Predictably, the entirety of it was spent by Lucas getting beaten to a pulp - prolonged by his trademark Miller Toughness that gave him the same affinity for avoiding being knocked out as his father - until one moment in the match, where his opponent wound up for the match ending strike that would send Lucas flying headfirst out of the building, where Lucas stumbled forward and slipped on the mat. He flew upwards, back of the head smacking against the floor as his leg flew upwards and caught the Champ with a savage kick right to the jaw. His opponent was sent careening upwards before crumpling to a heap on the floor, much to everyone’s stunned silence, the match went to Lucas Miller. It is reported that Perry allegedly did multiple laps around the entire building, screaming his head off. (Despite the victory, it did little for Lucas' reputation due to it obviously being dumb luck and an incident where, as Lucas was being dragged off by paramedics, he uttered "I'm going to Bizby Land." at one of the journalists. Other fighters consistently refer to him as Bizby or mockingly ask "how was it?")

Since then, Lucas has received numerous offers from folks seeing him as a sort of special attraction, much to his extreme displeasure. Most of these, Lucas was able to put his foot down or talk Perry out of (mostly by arguing about the need to protect “his brand” or any other language Perry understood) until one particular offer came by post. An invitation to the illustrious World Fighting Carnival. There were no words to be said, no actions that could be taken that would dissuade Perry Miller from forcing his son to seize this, admittedly considerable, opportunity. Within the week, Lucas’ bags were packed and his plane ticket was purchased (they could only afford the one). He was Brazil bound.

All of this has left Lucas an emotional wreck, not helping are his recent troubles sleeping and other strange issues. Like a voice, calling out to him from within. Like some sort of exposure therapy, a part of him is hopeful that this trip will help him to figure himself out. At the very least, make his Dad happy.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

"C-c’mon now, I-I-I-I’m just a l-little guy!"
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

"I’M SORRY! I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING!!!!!"
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Lucas has trained for several years to be a fighter. You would not know that if I did not tell you.

A combination of being incompetently trained, having zero drive and an extreme fear of pretty much every opponent results in Lucas being absurdly bad at martial arts. His reaction speeds are slow on account of his timid nature, his signatures mostly have low range and adaptability and nothing he does packs as much of a punch due to his fear holding back his entire move-set.

What Lucas does have is a well tuned ability to take utterly disgusting amounts of punishment. He can be beaten, submitted or knocked out of a ring sure, but good luck ever leaving him down for the count. Obviously this is small comfort to him as he’d much rather the fight be over a lot quicker than it usually is, but it is a strength nonetheless.

Lucas' actual fighting style is best described as someone emulating moves and mannerisms seen from video games and shonen anime. To his credit, they are fairly close to the source material and tend to serve him a bit better than any move taught by Perry.

There are, slight, glimpses that Lucas might actually be significantly more capable if he really tried. As said his signature moves and specials all have pathetically low range behind them but his offensive manoeuvres such as his fireball are recorded to be more damaging than the average ki projectile. Likewise, while a fluke, he did manage to knock out a Champion Nomad with a single strike. The actual likelihood of this potential being cultivated at all however is exceedingly low.

SIGNATURE MOVES

"Shitshitshitshitshitshit"
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■ Millergoken

"Go!"
A… ki fireball, technically speaking. While it does deceptively good damage, it travels very slowly and fizzles out before even making it a couple feet away from where it was cast. At the very least it does give Lucas a method of keeping attackers away from him.

■ Darkstep

"Gah! CAREFUL!"
A hopping step that allows Lucas to dodge and make an opponent whiff their attack. Whilst it functions as intended and can help Lucas avoid potentially huge damage, he stumbles slightly after performing it, leaving him a sitting duck for further damage.

■ Cowerball

"Look out!!!"
Lucas throws himself forward for a kick (nicknamed Brutal Tiger) but worries at the last moment and tucks his body into a ball, crashing into the opponent and knocking them over. It also does this to Lucas however and leaves him a sitting duck.

■ Flash Man's Sight Stopper

"G-get away!"
A short burst of light springs forth from Lucas' hand, temporarily blinding an opponent for a second or two and giving Lucas time to recover/flee. A technique so basic few Nomads even consider it.

■ Walter Duncan Style Lariato

"I DIDN'T MEAN IT"
Lucas closes his eyes and charges forward with his arm extended. If he connects then he hits a surprisingly damaging lariat that knocks his opponent over. If he misses, which is much more likely because he's running blind and directionless, he is easy pickings for a counter hit.

■ Champion Winning Kick

"Le- WHOA!"
Lucas tries to throw a punch, only to slip in the process and fall back, accidentally hitting the opponent with a kick to the jaw much like his fluke victory. The strike does very good damage and can stun opponents but is required to be close enough to connect and can still be blocked as it relies on the element on incompetent surprise.

SUPER MOVES

"SOUP’S ON!"
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■ Whole Lotta Nothin’

"ATATATATAT [coughs] TATAtata…..ta…"
Lucas lets loose several Millergoken fireballs in quick succession, Lucas must be both focused (unlikely) and close enough (inadvisable) to actually perform this super and it does leave him winded, this coupled with the fact that the fireballs aren’t incredibly impressive makes it impractical but not without some use.

■ LOCKED

"..."
Progress further in the story to unlock this technique…

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"I’m going to Bizby Land…"
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Where exactly would you like to begin?

As was lightly hinted at, Lucas is fearful of any kind of provocation and therefore holds back the strength of a lot of his moves. All of his special moves leave him open even if successful or otherwise have some sort of glaring drawback thanks to improper training and a backwards mindset about fighting. His range isn’t very far and his damage output is lacking making him struggle at seemingly any range at all.

Again, he can take a considerable amount of punishment even in comparison to your average Nomad but he can’t actually do anything with that.

If all of that weren’t enough, he’s been struggling as of late with issues of fatigue or some sort of vertigo, an effect he describes as his veins seizing up and disorienting him. He and Perry have tried several different treatments and medications but thus far nothing has worked.

OTHER

"O-ok bye!... S-sorry. B-bye……. Sorry!"
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■ Lucas has been banned from the Neogaf forums four times.

■ Lucas is very camera shy, particularly after the Bizby Land incident. It graduates his shy stutter to outright incomprehensible babbling until he stops talking altogether and looks like a deer in headlights.

Florian Wessington I

"It was my destiny!"

”I’m an excellent fighter you know." _____________________________________________________ NAME: Florian Wessington I _______________________________________________ EPITHET: The World’s Favourite Son // Stardust Genius // Minerva’s Champion // Green Comet // The God-Shattering Star // Verdant Rose // The Emerald Mockingbird // Beautiful Elite // Sparkling Justice _______________________________________________ AGE: 21 _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: He/Him, “That Dickhead” _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 6’0 _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 187lbs _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: Swiss _______________________________________________ LIKES: Nobility, Manners, His Mother, Minerva, Tea _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: People Reminding Him He’s Not Old Money, Disparaging Minerva,

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OVERVIEW

"I am the man who stands atop all Nomads!"
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APPEARANCE

"Cleanliness is next to nobline-... nobli-... nobleness!"
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Dignity. Poise. Elegance. Really good hair. These are all aspects that are paramount in the presentation of someone of high social standing, such as Florian.

Florian’s facial features are delicate enough to seem almost artificial (partially true, he always has a little bit of foundation, just to get a base, you see) with zero blemishes on his skin and a perfectly manicured physique meant for speed and power, all topped off with his impressive head of dark red hair. Conditioned, coiffed and styled at the front into a fairly large widows peak fringe - which he enjoys running his hands through when flashing an award winning smile and noble chuckle.

His outfit is equally ornate - and mildly impractical - featuring a collared white and green frock coat adorned with gold lining and embroidery, and knotwork patterning on the tails. The coat is worn over a formal suit made up of white pleated trousers tucked into black riding boots and a formal charcoal and green buttoned vest, typically with a cravat tucked in at the top of the shirt. Over the coat he also wears matching coloured epaulettes and consistently wears a pair of white gloves, the last thing a man of his stature can afford is to get sick after all.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"My limitless charisma can be intimidating! Please, feel free to take a break should you require it."
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Annoying: There truly is no other word for it. Florian is obnoxious, arrogant, condescending and demeaning. All of these traits together would be one thing, but the worst of it is that Florian is not aware he is any of these things. His arrogance is justified because of course he is the best and everyone else is below his league, he’s not insulting he’s merely truthful, people don’t dislike him they are in fact his closest friends. Trying to tell him otherwise is futile as he is simultaneously so deluded and so vain that he’ll merely think you’re just jealous or trying to jest with him. Deep deep down he is aware he can, sometimes, be a *bit* much, but tries to downplay it as much as possible, otherwise he would not be perfect!

Driven: Part of what makes Florian so much to deal with is that he holds everything and everyone, himself included, to impossibly high standards. This does mean that he gives everything, no matter how pointlessly mundane, his absolute best as he believes that there’s always something he can learn or use to better himself from it. It’s even granted him more maturity in certain circumstances than one might expect, even if it comes from a place of ego. If he loses a fight for example, it’s not because his opponent is better, it just means Florian - as the greatest Nomad - hasn’t reached his full potential yet and needs to try harder. Part of this mindset is the feeling growing up, nurtured by a distant and abusive father, that he needs to earn love and respect through constant grit and self improvement, part of it is his complete misunderstanding of what his role in life is supposed to even be.

Well Meaning: Should someone be able to be in the presence of Florian long enough to not want to strangle his neck, it becomes clear that he is fundamentally a very lonely and socially stunted young man desperately looking for some sort of purpose to his life. Even in spite of his ludicrously upper class upbringing, he is naturally good intentioned and tries to be respectful of everyone regardless of their background. He is just bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, baaaaaaad at it.

BACKSTORY

"Ah, should you require me to pause for your notations, please say."
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Daniel Wessington was a self-made man, that we are aware of. Truthfully he came out of nowhere, documentation proving him to be a former blue collar worker before an unexpected windfall of cash led to him rising the ranks of the weapons company he worked for, from a simple salesperson all the way to a member of the board. It was not enough.

Soon his vision, guile and ruthless business tactics had his company - in all but name - buying up smaller weapon companies left and right, subsuming them into one larger and larger entity that would be rebranded into one of the main megacorporations alongside the likes of SHINING or Horizon Frontiers, dubbing it: Minerva Defense Logistics. Now the CEO of the company, Wessington felt the need to begin creating a dynasty, or at least the pretence of creating one. He moved his - primary - home to Switzerland where he would move on with frightening speed to marry a Swiss supermodel named Maria and, from there, creating a “family”. From that whirlwind of life came Florian.

To an outsider’s perspective, Florian’s life would seem to be a charmed one. To an extent that was accurate, he never wanted for anything material and enjoyed every benefit you could conceive of that came from being the son of one of the most powerful people on earth. But one thing became clear from the moment he was born, he never had his father’s love. Daniel was distant and abusive, not always verbally so. Seeming to resent the very idea of having to be a father, while his wife proved to be a nurturing and caring element that kept Florian from becoming the same kind of man as his father, or worse.

In spite of this, as he grew older, Florian seemed to believe more and more that it was a personal failing on his part that he only had one loving parent. He decided to remedy that by growing into the greatest version of himself that was physically, emotionally and intellectually possible. Initially he began digesting everything he could regarding business, weapons manufacturing and Minerva itself. When that failed to impress (due slightly in part to Florian more-so parroting terms and ideas rather than actually internalising them in any meaningful way) Florian began trying to figure out what he was passionate about in life. Archery, polo, golf, cooking, all of it he studied with relentless dedication but none of it truly inspired him.

His answer came in his mid-teens, when a group of would-be criminals kidnapped the young master during a holiday and intended to ransom him off for a big payday. Instead, the naive sixteen year old awakened to his latent potential and handed them all their asses, before heading back home to a hysterical mother and staff and a father who was not even aware he’d been missing. It didn’t matter to Florian, he had found his calling in life!

Soon after, he began training in just about any form of combat he could consider, hiring some of the best practitioners money could buy to hone and develop his skills. Florian proved to be a prodigious pupil and a quick study, even surpassing some of his masters in a matter of months. One issue he did face however was a wall in his ki, no matter how much he trained and developed, it never seemed to raise above a level slightly below average. While he was able to dominate the local and statewide tournaments with ease on pure skill alone, he was beginning to run into issues as his sights set on stronger and stronger opponents. His answer came when using his father’s pull to commission a refined version of a technology used by a famous Nomad from the television that Minerva had a hand in co-developing with Horizon Frontiers. This device amped up his ki and soon enough, Florian Wessington The First began carving a place into the world of martial arts.

His father is, at best, indifferent about the entire affair. Seemingly only caring insofar as it keeps Florian occupied and away from him, but Florian meanwhile is convinced it is the answer to finding his place in life. He’s even used it as a chance to field test Minerva technologies and do brand PR work for the company, efforts which have aided it in a notable way but not once has any of it gone mentioned.

But now, with the World Fighting Carnival in Brazil offering prestige on an unprecedented scale along with an exceedingly valuable power stone to boot. It would appear Florian has found the silver bullet needed to achieve his goals, all while being able to bring good will and civility to his Nomadic peers.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

"You’ve messed with the wrong Chap."
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

"I’m a fighting machine, you FOOL!"
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Florian may give the impression of a foppish coward more concerned with looking good than performing well, however his style is an outright inverse of that perception. Florian operates as a rushdown type combatant, trained extensively in several different martial arts and forms of weaponry and equipped with numerous tools that allow him to close gaps, harass from afar and break open guards with various mix-ups in order to chain together combos to highly damaging effect.

While not particularly impressive in terms of natural ki, Florian is capable of moving quickly for long periods of time due to his rigorous daily training programmes and swapping between various complex moves at a moments notice without losing a step.

This is supplemented by the EX-System Basilisk, a gauntlet courtesy of Minerva Defense Logistics R&D team and a refined version of the similar EX-System used by Jill Breicen. The tech allows Florian’s normally mediocre ki to be boosted beyond its limits and allow him to create full on weapons and minor constructs, significantly expanding his repertoire and furthering his options for getting in an opponent’s face.

SIGNATURE MOVES

"Hm. You are looking for a weak spot, are you not? Ha! Look as long as you like. You will not find any!"
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■ Tell’s Bow
”DIGNITY!”

BASILISK ASSISTED - Florian constructs a green ki bow in his hand and fires a ki arrow from it, the set-up makes it slower than most projectiles but it is quite damaging and good for poking enemies from afar.

■ Spear Of Hardermannli
”ARISTOCRACY!”

BASILISK ASSISTED - Florian constructs a green spear and propels it and himself forward, impaling into an opponent if it connects and allowing him to quickly close the gap from medium range no matter what.

■ Rapier Of Vogel Gryff
”HONOUR!”

BASILISK ASSISTED - Florian constructs a green rapier that he can attack with in a fencing style even faster than his strikes and does more damage but disappears after a few swings. This technique can be used mid-combo to change styles in between attacks.

■ Noble Burden
”Dispose of them!”
”FOR THE YOUNG MASTER!”

One of Florian’s seemingly endless army of butlers, waitstaff, security detail and everything in between charges from off-screen and can tackle the opponent, giving Florian an opening.

■ Shield Of The People
”KNOWLEDGE!”

Florian uses his non-Basilisk carrying arm to construct a green shield that absorbs damage much more efficiently than a standard block or guard. The effect is only seconds however, requiring precise timing for the shield to function effectively.

BASILISK ASSISTED - If charged up by the EX-System Basilisk then the timing remains the same but the shield can be used to throw the strength/projectiles absorbed back at opponents with a chance of stunning them.

■ In Bloom
”[inhales] Capital!”

Florian produces a small translucent green rose with his ki and inhales it, seemingly for no reason but the confidence boost minorly improves his speed and attack for a short time. He can also throw the rose after for some extremely minor scratch damage.

■ Divine Flight
”Ha! Predictable!”

BASILISK ASSISTED - Florian propels backwards after two green angel wings appear at his back. Enabling him to create distance after attacking or to keep an opponent guessing as needed.

■ Dauntless Support
”[clap! Clap!] A brief respite!”

A random member of Florian’s waitstaff appears after he claps his hands and massages his shoulders, greatly increasing his defence the longer the massage is allowed to go on.

■ Flesh Of Fallen Angels
”INDUSTRIOUSNESS!”

BASILISK ASSISTED - Florian produces and swings a green lance in a sort of uppercut manner, sending him and potentially an opponent flying into the air. Useful for starting juggling combinations or knocking airborne opponents from the skies.

SUPER MOVES

"Prepare yourself for a MERCILESS thrashing!"
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■ Devil’s Bridge
”Have at you!”

BASILISK ASSISTED - Florian knocks his Ex-System into overdrive, letting loose all of his weapon based constructs (lance, rapier, sword, shield etc.) at once to hover around and harass the enemy from all angles, all while moving quicker and doing more damage than they do normally. The effect lasts for roughly just under a minute before they disappear.

■ Flock Together
”Get them, Wessington! Eradicate that pauper!”
”BEAT THEM BACK TO THE GHETTO”
”Destroy that filthy Democrat!”
”Knock the POOR out of them, Florian!”

Florian’s “friends” enter the stage as spectators to cheer him on with some hideously classist statements and jeers. Though Florian might not agree with the sentiment shared, his ego takes the support in the form of a massive boost to his power and defence - helping his normal moves do more damage while upping his durability to be able to tank blows and get in closer without sacrificing any speed.

■ Quinquatria
”I’m afraid I must leverage my assets.”

Florian speaks into the cuff of his jacket and seconds later a green easy chair is dropped onto the stage (which Florian sits on and watches with a pair of binoculars) as several Minerva brand planes, drones and mortars unleash hell on the opponent. The move can be halted early if Florian is somehow attacked before or during it however as this causes the weapons system to lose track of his location and call off the assault prematurely.

■ DESTINO
”I bid you, adieu”

BASILISK ASSISTED - The system temporarily removes the safety limiter and grants Florian his green angels wings and green lance along with imbuing him with high levels of ki defence that he doesn’t get normally and allowing him to zip around the arena with great speed all while attacking the opponent with deft precision and excellent reach.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"Wha- you found a weakness!? No you didn’t!"
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Florian has a very well balanced kit and a lot of options for being a nuisance for opponents whatever the range as well as ways to get up close and personal where he shines. The issue is that’s really only where he shines, at medium and especially long range he can provide offence but it’s easily predicted and more meant for continued pressure than an actual reply to ranged opponents. Furthermore, despite his rushdown style, Florian’s damage output is predicated more on chaining his moves into one another or into long strings of combos rather than the moves themselves, should he be cut off then he can’t really dish out the same kind of power as other Nomads.

Also, while Florian’s defence is not bad, it’s only as far as his natural ki allows, it can’t be improved by the Basilisk system, making him a bit less hardy than other Nomads.

Lastly, Florian is far from helpless without his Basilisk System but he clearly does rely on it, if it should be broken or at least damaged, it can lock him out of most of his move-set, making him much easier to deal with.

OTHER

"I hope this proved educational! Please do pick up my book, “The 37 Tenants of Florian Wessington I” should you wish to further your studies!"
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■ While Florian was born in and considers himself Swiss first and foremost, his accent is mostly American with a hint of French beneath. It only serves to make everything he says sound more smug.

■ While disliked by most for good reason and outright hated by his father, Florian has a genuinely loving relationship with his mother and gets on surprisingly well with his waitstaff and contacts within Minerva who often show genuine loyalty to him in turn. It is one of his very few grounding elements as a person.

■ Florian wrote and self-published his own book: “The 37 Tenants of Florian Wessington I”, which details the key virtues and mannerisms one should have or aspire to as part of the noble class.

Lines & Win Quotes

Voyt

”You feel lucky?” (Taunt)

”Ain’t nothin’ personal.” (Taunt)

”I’ll stop if you pay me.” (Taunt)

“Aw hell.” (Whiffing Critical)

“Walk it off.” (Round Win)

“Ain’t worth the bullets.” (Round Win)

“Enjoy feedin’ the worms.” (Round Win)

“I oughta raise my prices.” (Perfect Round)

“You ain’t pretty good.” (Perfect Round)

WIN QUOTES

“Guess old soldiers die twice.” (Vs. Justin)

“Wasn’t any money in turnin’ you to scrap, this outcome was your fault.” (Vs. Oh-Seven)

“Maybe dyin’ll resurrect your career at least.” (Vs. Jaden)

“I don’t kill kids. No matter how stupid one might be.” (Vs. Beatriz)

“Guess this means there ain’t gonna be a second season.” (Vs. Jill)

“Should’ve had your eye on the draw.” (Vs. Isabella)

“Limp on home ‘fore you meet someone with less patience.” (Vs. Lucas)

“If you open up your Pa’s cheque book then maybe we can work things out.” (Vs. Florian)

“Should’ve figured the lack of a head meant lack of a brain when you tried to tangle with me.” (Vs. Cavan)

“I got a lead cure for a bad hangover.” (Vs. Rui)

“Town ain’t big enough for the two of us.” (Vs. Mirror Match)

Lucas

”L-let’s just use our words!” (Taunt)

”I’M SORRY IF I UPSET YOU!” (Taunt)

“M-my bad?” (Whiffing Critical)

“P-please don’t be mad.” (Round Win)

“W-wait no, I didn’t me-mean it!” (Round Win)

“It’s all coming up Miller!” (Perfect Round)

WIN QUOTES

“I-I’m glad my dad didn’t turn me into a robot…” (Vs. Justin)

“I might’ve dodged the rockets but I still think I lost years off my life!” (Vs. Oh-Seven)

“W-whoever who owns a s-sword like that must really be something.” (Vs. Jaden)

“My leg! My back! My epidermis!” (Vs. Beatriz)

“If you w-want to delete that footage I-I’ll understand.” (Vs. Jill)

“Huh… I-... I don’t know what it is, but I feel like I understand you man…” (Vs. Isabella)

“I-I want your right to bear arms r-revoked!” (Vs. Voyt)

“I-I-I’m really sorry! Please d-don’t sue me!” (Vs. Florian)

“Ha. Ha ha. No head. What is this life…” (Vs. Cavan)

“Y-ya know the first step’s admitting y-y-you’ve got a problem!” (Vs. Rui)

“Wow! Do I have a brother!? Now that’s a thought!” (Vs. Mirror Match)

Florian

”My expertise is lethal!” (Taunt)

”FATHER taught me this manoeuvre!” (Taunt)

”Shall we dance?” (Taunt)

“Preposterous!” (Whiffing Critical)

“I could give you notes on your performance?” (Round Win)

“Wessington’s never lose!” (Round Win)

“Don’t be ashamed, it was my destiny!” (Perfect Round)

WIN QUOTES

“It is my sincerest hope you do not mutilate yourself further to match my skill.” (Vs. Justin)

“Your weapons systems are as delightful as your attitude! I could almost forget you’re not truly alive!” (Vs. Oh-Seven)

“Fascinating! It’s a sort of spoken word album with emphasis on drum and bass? I’ll suggest it to Father when I return home!” (Vs. Jaden)

“Don’t give up! You show exemplary promise! Feel free to pick my brain whenever you need critique.” (Vs. Beatriz)

“With performances like that we may need to rethink our business partnership. Ha! Merely a jest!” (Vs. Jill)

“Don’t look so dour, my friend! You were all but fated to lose this battle!” (Vs. Isabella)

“What fun! A few times there I felt you were earnestly shooting to kill!” (Vs. Voyt)

“You can’t go around expecting handouts my friend! You have to pull yourself up by the bootstraps and give it your all!” (Vs. Lucas)

“Delightful! I’d love to have you on the greens, we simply must Polo some day!” (Vs. Cavan)

“There is some impressive technique beneath your lumbering movements! Perhaps you should try an aged Sauvignon blanc?” (Vs. Rui)

“Flattery won’t win you battles, but your choice in role models is impeccable!” (Vs. Mirror Match)

Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart

Voyt The Gunslinger

"...Hrn."

"I can bring you in warm. Or I can bring you in cold." _____________________________________________________ NAME: Voyt _______________________________________________ EPITHET: Last Outlaw _______________________________________________ AGE: Unknown _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: He/Him _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 6'1 _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 190lbs _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: Unknown _______________________________________________ LIKES: Guns, Money, His Hat _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: Improper Gun Maintenance, Loudmouths, Doctors & Scientists, You, Possibly Everything Else

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OVERVIEW

"I’m worth the money."
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APPEARANCE

"I'm your huckleberry."
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Voyt casts an unwelcoming figure, quiet, calculating and trim with obvious muscle definition. His exposed arms and face carry faded but still noticeable scarring from battles won and lost. Voyt’s dirty blonde hair hangs down to his neck and is often unkempt as is his beard which is usually shaved down to a shadow but comes off patchy from carrying the odd scarring across Voyt’s jaw.

Despite his standoffish appearance and demeanour however, Voyt’s outfit is quite striking. Consisting of an old west gunslinger inspired get-up complete with a dark brown stetson hat that has a bandolier of bullets wrapped around the base. A tattered dark brown poncho that hangs off the back of Voyt’s left side like a cape, a faded blue shirt with the top two buttons undone and a dark brown and black bandanna wrapped around his neck to be pulled up and used when concealing his identity on the job. He has a protective vest over his shirt and brown thigh and leg guards over a pair of dusty black pants, accompanied of course with two holsters for his revolvers. Completing the ensemble is a pair of black cowboy boots with silver tips and rusty bronze spurs.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"Pay up."
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Professional: Voyt is all business to an almost robotic degree, speaking almost exclusively in direct and to the point statements. While he can come off prickly and does not suffer fools easily, he never really raises his voice or so much as changes inflection - even when, by his own admission, someone has pissed off. Making him something of an anomaly in regards to the often arrogant, boastful mercenaries and cutthroats with which he shares his profession.

Pragmatic: While his work is abhorrent and he is not terribly pleasant to most people, outside of that there isn’t much particularly villainous about Voyt. He takes effort not to kill or injure anyone he isn’t contracted to nor does he carry much personal feelings into his jobs. A life primarily on the move has given him a keen sense of survival and a flexible set of morals to ensure he stays one step ahead at all times.

BACKSTORY

"I’m many things. Most of ‘em bad."
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Subject Thirteen was, for all intents and purposes, a complete success. Several biological scientists and DNA experts exiled from governments and black projects alike had pooled their knowledge together in an effort to create life, namely the perfect soldier. With intents to sell this specimen to the highest bidder or even form their own PMC group via cloning and reclaim their lost status. The scientists had collected the DNA (through questionable means and contacts) of numerous decorated soldiers. One had the idea to also imbue the subject with the DNA of various legends of the Old West, primarily because these were records and small samples that their contacts could supply at a much easier and faster rate than members of the military. After years of delicate trials and twelve failures. They succeeded.

Nicknamed Voyt - the initials of the four head scientists' second names - they set to work in shaping their creation to be well versed in all forms of firearm based combat, which he naturally excelled in. Though perhaps due to the DNA used, their subject showed a particular fascination & fondness for revolvers, lever action rifles, shotguns and other Old West based weaponry. Their creation was unfeasible when attempting to create a fully grown adult, so instead they created an infant, monitoring his hastened life every step of the way to ensure he displayed the aptitude they desired until his ageing slowed when he matured, he excelled past their expectations. They fostered their subject's brutal efficiency with a myriad of drugs, shock reinforcement and live human targets. The closer, it seemed, their dream became, the more unethical their practices would become. Until, one unknown day, their subject snapped and found the will and opportunity to escape. Cutting a bloody swathe through the facility and its guards until he hunted down and killed every last scientist involved in his creation, leaving the four overseers to last. Despite his younger age, Voyt had indeed passed his creator’s desires and was far too much for their security or intellects to stop.

No one is quite sure exactly when the Gunslinger mercenary began operating, but when he started, there were few better. Demonstrating a cold efficiency above even other longtime assassins, Voyt's gun-slinging wizardry was in high demand. Whilst always being extremely proficient with his weaponry, Voyt soon discovered what he found out to be ki, during a contract he had somehow imbued his inner ki into one of his guns, able to fire it endlessly. From that point on Voyt learned all he could about his new skill, apparently it flowed through all living things and having the DNA of some of the most prolific killers gave Voyt a very good grasp of it. At present Voyt has enough of a handle on ki to which he can stand against other martial artists, monsters, supernatural beings and all manner of things alien to regular people using only his guns and guile, which he does with alarming efficiency. Voyt very quickly raised his prices.

Since then his contracts have gotten higher and higher in scope, along with his profile. Voyt is a known entity due in part to his efficient reputation and the few times he has encountered Justice Rider Blaze - becoming a fan favourite villain, much to his displeasure. Naturally, a growing amount of attention is not the best thing for what is essentially an assassin, meaning Voyt has had to be more selective with his contracts, his current one being the first to offer an especially noteworthy amount of money in an easy to hide location,

All the way in Brazil…

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

"Bullseye."
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

"It’s you or me. Might as well be you."
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Voyt is, as you might guess, a gunman. Theoretically he can efficiently use almost any ranged weapon put in his hands or in a pinch turn ordinary items into lethal weaponry - if it can be thrown, Voyt is dangerous with it. His most comfortable method of ranged warfare however are his pair of heavily customised black powder single action army revolvers. Imbued with his ki, these guns can fire an endless stream of bullets at the - often very durable - nomads Voyt regularly faces. Voyt is also fast, very very fast. Quick on the draw and quick on the feet, if you want to return fire or get up close and personal with Voyt it’s going to take some effort. While his ki heavily expands his incredible aim and speed, he utilises them for all manner of impossible or impractical techniques like ricochets and trick shots. Finishing out his kit are sticks of dynamite wrapped around his waist for those times you want to blow something up and a sawed off shotgun which fires shrapnel that lodges itself in a nomad’s skin since ordinary slugs won’t quite penetrate it.

Although no martial artist Voyt can fight close quarters if the need arises, but would preferably have his guns or any ranged weaponry in his hands to strike with or for explosive finishes to his combos. As an experienced hitman, Voyt can analyse an opponents styles and strategies the longer a fight goes on, it’s no scanning that the Oh series robots are capable of but assuming Voyt survives long enough and the opponent has any, Voyt will find their weak spots.

SIGNATURE MOVES

"Draw!"
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■ Double Down

Voyt stuns the opponent, slamming the butt of his revolver into their neck before sweeping their legs out from under them. He pins the opponent down with his boot on their chest before unloading both revolvers near twenty times into their face.

■ Two-Step Goodbye

Voyt pirouettes while firing, sending a tornado of bullets in all directions to deal with more mobile foes or those who can teleport around. Voyt can perform an airborne variant which involves Voyt spinning down headfirst to the floor while firing his guns and landing in a roll at the last second.

■ Blow 'Er Up

Voyt tosses a stick of dynamite into the hands of an opponent and quickly shoots it, the resulting explosion sending an opponent flying into the air. (The explosion sends Voyt's hat flying off which he grabs out the air and places back on as the opponent comes to their senses)

■ Money Shot

Voyt throws a coin into the air past the opponent and fires it causing the bullet to ricochet off and hit the opponent in the back, breaking possible guards and sending them tumbling slightly forward for a possible follow up attack.

■ Showdown

Voyt enters a quick-draw stance and parries any projectiles thrown his way by shooting them out of the air, this stance ends when Voyt starts to move again.

■ Deadman's Hands

Voyt imbues his ki into his weapons (typically his revolvers), for red kinetic charged shots but he can imbue any thrown object with the same damaging kinetic energy, enhancing his shots for increased damage and knockback but slower rate of fire.

■ High Roller

If an opponent has gotten too close for comfort, Voyt can potentially parry their attack by hitting them with a cheap shot and leaping into the air, leaving behind a lit stick of dynamite for his opponent, he reappears a couple seconds later, rolling back to the floor but can use Two-Step Goodbye on the way down to deliver a volley of gunfire from above.

■ Cash Out

Voyt unloads a barrage of gunfire from his shotgun while slowly walking his target down. While it's effective against nomads it can quickly shatter cover and walls as well as having a wide spread. Naturally damage falls off the further a target is. Voyt also has to actually reload his shotgun to use this move again.

■ Roulette Rush

Forgoing his typical style, Voyt rushes an opponent and delivers a savage dropkick to the chest, launching himself into the air with a back-flip. He is able to use Two-Step Goodbye when falling back to the ground.

■ Payline

Voyt seemingly fires a single shot before holstering his weapon again, if it connects the opponent will recoil slightly before suddenly being shot several times in the chest as though being hit by an assault rifle. Voyt tips his hat as they fall to the ground or are knocked several feet backwards.

■ Ace High

Voyt rolls a stick of dynamite under his opponent and shoots at it, sending them upwards into the air where he can unload on them with further gunfire before letting them fall back to the floor.

SUPER MOVES

"Got a bullet with your name on it."
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■ Hard Boiled

Voyt’s incredible movement and reaction speeds go into overdrive, for as long as he can physically keep it up, time slows to a complete crawl around Voyt while he moves at roughly the same speeds, in this state he can use any of his regular moves and is all but untouchable as he nonchalantly dodges every move thrown at him unless he is being extraordinarily careless or somehow trapped.

■ Happiness Is A Warm Gun

Voyt grabs the cylinder of one revolver and spins it to dangerous speeds, he begins to fan the hammer with his hand becoming a blur, turning one revolver into a fully charged gatling gun. The red charged shots fly out in a wide spread and are able to tear through buildings and people alike. Voyt being damaged can knock him out of this move early

■ One Bullet

Voyt’s eyes burn red as he holsters one gun and fires the other. A dramatic zoom on the bullet reveals the name of his opponent slowly burning into the side as the bullet wreaths itself in a large red and white flame. The bolt of energy will blast clean through anything it touches and follows where Voyt wills it to go for several moments as Voyt is able, once Voyt loses the will to control it further, it will travel for several more feet in whatever direction it was facing before burning out, still ripping right through all in its path.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"Hrn. It's not over yet."
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Voyt’s a competent brawler and his strikes are enough to deal with rank and file attackers but they are ill advised against nomads. Further, while Voyt’s speed and damage output are incredibly high, if he is without a gun or even anything he can throw, his options in a fight become severely limited. Lastly, Voyt can withstand greater amounts of punishment than the average combatant but he is no powerhouse and relies on dodging rather than tanking blows more than most characters.

OTHER

"Hit the road, Jack."
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■ Voyt has rejected five separate interview attempts from SHINING

Lucas Miller

"G-go Team M-m-m-Miller!"

"...O-oh man…" _____________________________________________________ NAME: Lucas Tony Miller _______________________________________________ EPITHET: The Sleeping Tiger _______________________________________________ AGE: 19 _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: He/Him _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 5'11 _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 155lbs _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: American (Philadelphia) _______________________________________________ LIKES: Pro Wrestling, Video Games, Shōnen, Hoagies, Not Getting Beaten Up _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: Getting Beaten Up, Hoagies From The Gas Station, Lag

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OVERVIEW

"I yield! I YIELD!"
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APPEARANCE

"I can’t grow a moustache but I’ll look good in my sixties..."
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Small, messy helmet shaped brown hair, ill-fitting combat equipment. If there was an antithesis to every single aspect of what one would think of in a Nomad, it would be Lucas Miller. His baby face and perpetually nervous expression do little to add to his aura, save for complimenting his wiry frame. He does bare various scars and bandages of past fights, but rather than make him look like a seasoned warrior they more so serve as a roadmap of the abuse he has endured on his journey.

Lucas' gear caps off all of this by being not well fitted to his size, extremely cheap and with obvious signs of patchwork. Lucas wears an oversized shirt with the graphic print of a dragon and tiger in battle clearly worn from time and chipping all over - in addition to the small holes dotting other areas of the shirt indicating this is his only one for combat. His hand wraps are worn and rough as is the knee pads and single elbow pad he always wears (not that they do him much good, defensively speaking), all of this tied together with some old wrestling tights of his father complete with a pair of rough looking leather boots.

You don’t wanna mess with this guy.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"Oh, right, s-sorry."
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Timid: The boy is under-confident and passive to an almost absurd degree, cultivated over years of being a victim. While he will object to treatment he dislikes he rarely meaningfully resists it, especially if coming from someone he does care about such as his father trying to push him into the life of a Nomad in the first place. Lucas is usually paranoid on some level that everyone (not including his dad) is seconds away from attacking or insulting him and so tends to mumble and stutter over his words, always trying desperately not to offend.

Brave: Lucas is, bar-none, the most cowardly member of the cast. Yet, in spite of this, he does possess a good heart and will always try to do the right thing even if it almost causes his legs to buckle from fear. In times of genuine crisis he is even able to stomach his own insecurities to a certain extent to help someone in need - not that it has improved his physical performance, normally.

Hidden Depths: Despite what the above two traits may have you believe, Lucas is perfectly calm and low-key privately, but when forced out into the world he is a few inches away from losing hair over the stress. In spite of all this, his father Perry is fully convinced that somewhere inside of his son is a strength far beyond anything any Nomad can hope to match. So far, there is little evidence of this being the case.

BACKSTORY

"N-nice to meet you, I’m Lewis- uh- LUCAS!”"
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Lucas Miller could, charitably, be considered the joke character among everybody - trained fighter and not. A shy, timid, stuttering and under-confident youth effectively dragged into the Nomad lifestyle from his overbearing father. “Showtime” Perry Miller was a testament to the belief that you can have a career in something even if you have no talent whatsoever. A short, slightly pudgy and balding-in-his-early-twenties “Nomad” who lost quite literally every fight he’d ever been in, yet still carried a charisma and presence as if he were a worldwide superstar. To his credit, he did brand himself like crazy to some limited, likely ironic, success. He also made it an entire career of being mercilessly beaten but never once actually losing via K.O.

Near the end of his illustrious career he settled down with a woman several leagues above him in just about every conceivable fashion, even having a child with her - which had to have been an act of God considering the performance Perry is alleged to have given. Their relationship was a short one after their son was born, she was a woman with a lust for life and a strong desire not to be tied down to anything and he was, well, “Showtime” Perry Miller. Rather than abandon or alienate the baby he had effectively been dumped with however, Perry actually proved to be a rather competent dad, at least when it came to basic needs and ensuring his son had his support.

Too much support, as it would turn out. Young Lucas was not particularly intellectual and not obviously physically gifted in any way, yet Perry strongly encouraged him to take up martial arts as an extracurricular activity. Somehow, despite having a “historic” father of the industry, Lucas did not take naturally to the pastime at all. He hesitated in attacking people, had zero drive or desire and years of bullying had honed him to succumb to self-defeat before the match would even begin. Through rampant self-delusion and sheer belief in his son, Perry continued to and still does believe his boy to be a martial arts prodigy still cultivating his skills. A belief that was seemingly justified after one particular incident after high school, his son’s first “tournament” match.

Lucas, solely as a joke, was invited to take part in the Philadelphia Invitational as part of an exhibition fight to kickstart the show. His opponent? The previous year’s Grand Champion. Lucas begged, pleaded, pitched a fit and hid in the crevice all to avoid this fight but Perry had zero intention of letting an opportunity like this pass him by, er, pass them by. So, on went the match. Predictably, the entirety of it was spent by Lucas getting beaten to a pulp - prolonged by his trademark Miller Toughness that gave him the same affinity for avoiding being knocked out as his father - until one moment in the match, where his opponent wound up for the match ending strike that would send Lucas flying headfirst out of the building, where Lucas stumbled forward and slipped on the mat. He flew upwards, back of the head smacking against the floor as his leg flew upwards and caught the Champ with a savage kick right to the jaw. His opponent was sent careening upwards before crumpling to a heap on the floor, much to everyone’s stunned silence, the match went to Lucas Miller. It is reported that Perry allegedly did multiple laps around the entire building, screaming his head off. (Despite the victory, it did little for Lucas' reputation due to it obviously being dumb luck and an incident where, as Lucas was being dragged off by paramedics, he uttered "I'm going to Bizby Land." at one of the journalists. Other fighters consistently refer to him as Bizby or mockingly ask "how was it?")

Since then, Lucas has received numerous offers from folks seeing him as a sort of special attraction, much to his extreme displeasure. Most of these, Lucas was able to put his foot down or talk Perry out of (mostly by arguing about the need to protect “his brand” or any other language Perry understood) until one particular offer came by post. An invitation to the illustrious World Fighting Carnival. There were no words to be said, no actions that could be taken that would dissuade Perry Miller from forcing his son to seize this, admittedly considerable, opportunity. Within the week, Lucas’ bags were packed and his plane ticket was purchased (they could only afford the one). He was Brazil bound.

All of this has left Lucas an emotional wreck, not helping are his recent troubles sleeping and other strange issues. Like a voice, calling out to him from within. Like some sort of exposure therapy, a part of him is hopeful that this trip will help him to figure himself out. At the very least, make his Dad happy.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

"C-c’mon now, I-I-I-I’m just a l-little guy!"
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

"I’M SORRY! I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING!!!!!"
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Lucas has trained for several years to be a fighter. You would not know that if I did not tell you.

A combination of being incompetently trained, having zero drive and an extreme fear of pretty much every opponent results in Lucas being absurdly bad at martial arts. His reaction speeds are slow on account of his timid nature, his signatures mostly have low range and adaptability and nothing he does packs as much of a punch due to his fear holding back his entire move-set.

What Lucas does have is a well tuned ability to take utterly disgusting amounts of punishment. He can be beaten, submitted or knocked out of a ring sure, but good luck ever leaving him down for the count. Obviously this is small comfort to him as he’d much rather the fight be over a lot quicker than it usually is, but it is a strength nonetheless.

Lucas' actual fighting style is best described as someone emulating moves and mannerisms seen from video games and shonen anime. To his credit, they are fairly close to the source material and tend to serve him a bit better than any move taught by Perry.

There are, slight, glimpses that Lucas might actually be significantly more capable if he really tried. As said his signature moves and specials all have pathetically low range behind them but his offensive manoeuvres such as his fireball are recorded to be more damaging than the average ki projectile. Likewise, while a fluke, he did manage to knock out a Champion Nomad with a single strike. The actual likelihood of this potential being cultivated at all however is exceedingly low.

SIGNATURE MOVES

"Shitshitshitshitshitshit"
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■ Millergoken

"Go!"
A… ki fireball, technically speaking. While it does deceptively good damage, it travels very slowly and fizzles out before even making it a couple feet away from where it was cast. At the very least it does give Lucas a method of keeping attackers away from him.

■ Darkstep

"Gah! CAREFUL!"
A hopping step that allows Lucas to dodge and make an opponent whiff their attack. Whilst it functions as intended and can help Lucas avoid potentially huge damage, he stumbles slightly after performing it, leaving him a sitting duck for further damage.

■ Cowerball

"Look out!!!"
Lucas throws himself forward for a kick (nicknamed Brutal Tiger) but worries at the last moment and tucks his body into a ball, crashing into the opponent and knocking them over. It also does this to Lucas however and leaves him a sitting duck.

■ Flash Man's Sight Stopper

"G-get away!"
A short burst of light springs forth from Lucas' hand, temporarily blinding an opponent for a second or two and giving Lucas time to recover/flee. A technique so basic few Nomads even consider it.

■ Walter Duncan Style Lariato

"I DIDN'T MEAN IT"
Lucas closes his eyes and charges forward with his arm extended. If he connects then he hits a surprisingly damaging lariat that knocks his opponent over. If he misses, which is much more likely because he's running blind and directionless, he is easy pickings for a counter hit.

■ Champion Winning Kick

"Le- WHOA!"
Lucas tries to throw a punch, only to slip in the process and fall back, accidentally hitting the opponent with a kick to the jaw much like his fluke victory. The strike does very good damage and can stun opponents but is required to be close enough to connect and can still be blocked as it relies on the element on incompetent surprise.

SUPER MOVES

"SOUP’S ON!"
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■ Whole Lotta Nothin’

"ATATATATAT [coughs] TATAtata…..ta…"
Lucas lets loose several Millergoken fireballs in quick succession, Lucas must be both focused (unlikely) and close enough (inadvisable) to actually perform this super and it does leave him winded, this coupled with the fact that the fireballs aren’t incredibly impressive makes it impractical but not without some use.

■ LOCKED

"..."
Progress further in the story to unlock this technique…

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"I’m going to Bizby Land…"
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Where exactly would you like to begin?

As was lightly hinted at, Lucas is fearful of any kind of provocation and therefore holds back the strength of a lot of his moves. All of his special moves leave him open even if successful or otherwise have some sort of glaring drawback thanks to improper training and a backwards mindset about fighting. His range isn’t very far and his damage output is lacking making him struggle at seemingly any range at all.

Again, he can take a considerable amount of punishment even in comparison to your average Nomad but he can’t actually do anything with that.

If all of that weren’t enough, he’s been struggling as of late with issues of fatigue or some sort of vertigo, an effect he describes as his veins seizing up and disorienting him. He and Perry have tried several different treatments and medications but thus far nothing has worked.

OTHER

"O-ok bye!... S-sorry. B-bye……. Sorry!"
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■ Lucas has been banned from the Neogaf forums four times.

■ Lucas is very camera shy, particularly after the Bizby Land incident. It graduates his shy stutter to outright incomprehensible babbling until he stops talking altogether and looks like a deer in headlights.

Florian Wessington I

"It was my destiny!"

”I’m an excellent fighter you know." _____________________________________________________ NAME: Florian Wessington I _______________________________________________ EPITHET: The World’s Favourite Son // Stardust Genius // Minerva’s Champion // Green Comet // The God-Shattering Star // Verdant Rose // The Emerald Mockingbird // Beautiful Elite // Sparkling Justice _______________________________________________ AGE: 21 _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: He/Him, “That Dickhead” _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 6’0 _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 187lbs _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: Swiss _______________________________________________ LIKES: Nobility, Manners, His Mother, Minerva, Tea _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: People Reminding Him He’s Not Old Money, Disparaging Minerva,

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OVERVIEW

"I am the man who stands atop all Nomads!"
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APPEARANCE

"Cleanliness is next to nobline-... nobli-... nobleness!"
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Dignity. Poise. Elegance. Really good hair. These are all aspects that are paramount in the presentation of someone of high social standing, such as Florian.

Florian’s facial features are delicate enough to seem almost artificial (partially true, he always has a little bit of foundation, just to get a base, you see) with zero blemishes on his skin and a perfectly manicured physique meant for speed and power, all topped off with his impressive head of dark red hair. Conditioned, coiffed and styled at the front into a fairly large widows peak fringe - which he enjoys running his hands through when flashing an award winning smile and noble chuckle.

His outfit is equally ornate - and mildly impractical - featuring a collared white and green frock coat adorned with gold lining and embroidery, and knotwork patterning on the tails. The coat is worn over a formal suit made up of white pleated trousers tucked into black riding boots and a formal charcoal and green buttoned vest, typically with a cravat tucked in at the top of the shirt. Over the coat he also wears matching coloured epaulettes and consistently wears a pair of white gloves, the last thing a man of his stature can afford is to get sick after all.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"My limitless charisma can be intimidating! Please, feel free to take a break should you require it."
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Annoying: There truly is no other word for it. Florian is obnoxious, arrogant, condescending and demeaning. All of these traits together would be one thing, but the worst of it is that Florian is not aware he is any of these things. His arrogance is justified because of course he is the best and everyone else is below his league, he’s not insulting he’s merely truthful, people don’t dislike him they are in fact his closest friends. Trying to tell him otherwise is futile as he is simultaneously so deluded and so vain that he’ll merely think you’re just jealous or trying to jest with him. Deep deep down he is aware he can, sometimes, be a *bit* much, but tries to downplay it as much as possible, otherwise he would not be perfect!

Driven: Part of what makes Florian so much to deal with is that he holds everything and everyone, himself included, to impossibly high standards. This does mean that he gives everything, no matter how pointlessly mundane, his absolute best as he believes that there’s always something he can learn or use to better himself from it. It’s even granted him more maturity in certain circumstances than one might expect, even if it comes from a place of ego. If he loses a fight for example, it’s not because his opponent is better, it just means Florian - as the greatest Nomad - hasn’t reached his full potential yet and needs to try harder. Part of this mindset is the feeling growing up, nurtured by a distant and abusive father, that he needs to earn love and respect through constant grit and self improvement, part of it is his complete misunderstanding of what his role in life is supposed to even be.

Well Meaning: Should someone be able to be in the presence of Florian long enough to not want to strangle his neck, it becomes clear that he is fundamentally a very lonely and socially stunted young man desperately looking for some sort of purpose to his life. Even in spite of his ludicrously upper class upbringing, he is naturally good intentioned and tries to be respectful of everyone regardless of their background. He is just bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, baaaaaaad at it.

BACKSTORY

"Ah, should you require me to pause for your notations, please say."
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Daniel Wessington was a self-made man, that we are aware of. Truthfully he came out of nowhere, documentation proving him to be a former blue collar worker before an unexpected windfall of cash led to him rising the ranks of the weapons company he worked for, from a simple salesperson all the way to a member of the board. It was not enough.

Soon his vision, guile and ruthless business tactics had his company - in all but name - buying up smaller weapon companies left and right, subsuming them into one larger and larger entity that would be rebranded into one of the main megacorporations alongside the likes of SHINING or Horizon Frontiers, dubbing it: Minerva Defense Logistics. Now the CEO of the company, Wessington felt the need to begin creating a dynasty, or at least the pretence of creating one. He moved his - primary - home to Switzerland where he would move on with frightening speed to marry a Swiss supermodel named Maria and, from there, creating a “family”. From that whirlwind of life came Florian.

To an outsider’s perspective, Florian’s life would seem to be a charmed one. To an extent that was accurate, he never wanted for anything material and enjoyed every benefit you could conceive of that came from being the son of one of the most powerful people on earth. But one thing became clear from the moment he was born, he never had his father’s love. Daniel was distant and abusive, not always verbally so. Seeming to resent the very idea of having to be a father, while his wife proved to be a nurturing and caring element that kept Florian from becoming the same kind of man as his father, or worse.

In spite of this, as he grew older, Florian seemed to believe more and more that it was a personal failing on his part that he only had one loving parent. He decided to remedy that by growing into the greatest version of himself that was physically, emotionally and intellectually possible. Initially he began digesting everything he could regarding business, weapons manufacturing and Minerva itself. When that failed to impress (due slightly in part to Florian more-so parroting terms and ideas rather than actually internalising them in any meaningful way) Florian began trying to figure out what he was passionate about in life. Archery, polo, golf, cooking, all of it he studied with relentless dedication but none of it truly inspired him.

His answer came in his mid-teens, when a group of would-be criminals kidnapped the young master during a holiday and intended to ransom him off for a big payday. Instead, the naive sixteen year old awakened to his latent potential and handed them all their asses, before heading back home to a hysterical mother and staff and a father who was not even aware he’d been missing. It didn’t matter to Florian, he had found his calling in life!

Soon after, he began training in just about any form of combat he could consider, hiring some of the best practitioners money could buy to hone and develop his skills. Florian proved to be a prodigious pupil and a quick study, even surpassing some of his masters in a matter of months. One issue he did face however was a wall in his ki, no matter how much he trained and developed, it never seemed to raise above a level slightly below average. While he was able to dominate the local and statewide tournaments with ease on pure skill alone, he was beginning to run into issues as his sights set on stronger and stronger opponents. His answer came when using his father’s pull to commission a refined version of a technology used by a famous Nomad from the television that Minerva had a hand in co-developing with Horizon Frontiers. This device amped up his ki and soon enough, Florian Wessington The First began carving a place into the world of martial arts.

His father is, at best, indifferent about the entire affair. Seemingly only caring insofar as it keeps Florian occupied and away from him, but Florian meanwhile is convinced it is the answer to finding his place in life. He’s even used it as a chance to field test Minerva technologies and do brand PR work for the company, efforts which have aided it in a notable way but not once has any of it gone mentioned.

But now, with the World Fighting Carnival in Brazil offering prestige on an unprecedented scale along with an exceedingly valuable power stone to boot. It would appear Florian has found the silver bullet needed to achieve his goals, all while being able to bring good will and civility to his Nomadic peers.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

"You’ve messed with the wrong Chap."
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

"I’m a fighting machine, you FOOL!"
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Florian may give the impression of a foppish coward more concerned with looking good than performing well, however his style is an outright inverse of that perception. Florian operates as a rushdown type combatant, trained extensively in several different martial arts and forms of weaponry and equipped with numerous tools that allow him to close gaps, harass from afar and break open guards with various mix-ups in order to chain together combos to highly damaging effect.

While not particularly impressive in terms of natural ki, Florian is capable of moving quickly for long periods of time due to his rigorous daily training programmes and swapping between various complex moves at a moments notice without losing a step.

This is supplemented by the EX-System Basilisk, a gauntlet courtesy of Minerva Defense Logistics R&D team and a refined version of the similar EX-System used by Jill Breicen. The tech allows Florian’s normally mediocre ki to be boosted beyond its limits and allow him to create full on weapons and minor constructs, significantly expanding his repertoire and furthering his options for getting in an opponent’s face.

SIGNATURE MOVES

"Hm. You are looking for a weak spot, are you not? Ha! Look as long as you like. You will not find any!"
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■ Tell’s Bow
”DIGNITY!”

BASILISK ASSISTED - Florian constructs a green ki bow in his hand and fires a ki arrow from it, the set-up makes it slower than most projectiles but it is quite damaging and good for poking enemies from afar.

■ Spear Of Hardermannli
”ARISTOCRACY!”

BASILISK ASSISTED - Florian constructs a green spear and propels it and himself forward, impaling into an opponent if it connects and allowing him to quickly close the gap from medium range no matter what.

■ Rapier Of Vogel Gryff
”HONOUR!”

BASILISK ASSISTED - Florian constructs a green rapier that he can attack with in a fencing style even faster than his strikes and does more damage but disappears after a few swings. This technique can be used mid-combo to change styles in between attacks.

■ Noble Burden
”Dispose of them!”
”FOR THE YOUNG MASTER!”

One of Florian’s seemingly endless army of butlers, waitstaff, security detail and everything in between charges from off-screen and can tackle the opponent, giving Florian an opening.

■ Shield Of The People
”KNOWLEDGE!”

Florian uses his non-Basilisk carrying arm to construct a green shield that absorbs damage much more efficiently than a standard block or guard. The effect is only seconds however, requiring precise timing for the shield to function effectively.

BASILISK ASSISTED - If charged up by the EX-System Basilisk then the timing remains the same but the shield can be used to throw the strength/projectiles absorbed back at opponents with a chance of stunning them.

■ In Bloom
”[inhales] Capital!”

Florian produces a small translucent green rose with his ki and inhales it, seemingly for no reason but the confidence boost minorly improves his speed and attack for a short time. He can also throw the rose after for some extremely minor scratch damage.

■ Divine Flight
”Ha! Predictable!”

BASILISK ASSISTED - Florian propels backwards after two green angel wings appear at his back. Enabling him to create distance after attacking or to keep an opponent guessing as needed.

■ Dauntless Support
”[clap! Clap!] A brief respite!”

A random member of Florian’s waitstaff appears after he claps his hands and massages his shoulders, greatly increasing his defence the longer the massage is allowed to go on.

■ Flesh Of Fallen Angels
”INDUSTRIOUSNESS!”

BASILISK ASSISTED - Florian produces and swings a green lance in a sort of uppercut manner, sending him and potentially an opponent flying into the air. Useful for starting juggling combinations or knocking airborne opponents from the skies.

SUPER MOVES

"Prepare yourself for a MERCILESS thrashing!"
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■ Devil’s Bridge
”Have at you!”

BASILISK ASSISTED - Florian knocks his Ex-System into overdrive, letting loose all of his weapon based constructs (lance, rapier, sword, shield etc.) at once to hover around and harass the enemy from all angles, all while moving quicker and doing more damage than they do normally. The effect lasts for roughly just under a minute before they disappear.

■ Flock Together
”Get them, Wessington! Eradicate that pauper!”
”BEAT THEM BACK TO THE GHETTO!”
”Destroy that filthy Democrat!”
”Knock the POOR out of them, Florian!”

Florian’s “friends” enter the stage as spectators to cheer him on with some hideously classist statements and jeers. Though Florian might not agree with the sentiment shared, his ego takes the support in the form of a massive boost to his power and defence - helping his normal moves do more damage while upping his durability to be able to tank blows and get in closer without sacrificing any speed.

■ Quinquatria
”I’m afraid I must leverage my assets.”

Florian speaks into the cuff of his jacket and seconds later a green easy chair is dropped onto the stage (which Florian sits on and watches with a pair of binoculars) as several Minerva brand planes, drones and mortars unleash hell on the opponent. The move can be halted early if Florian is somehow attacked before or during it however as this causes the weapons system to lose track of his location and call off the assault prematurely.

■ DESTINO
”I bid you, adieu”

BASILISK ASSISTED - The system temporarily removes the safety limiter and grants Florian his green angels wings and green lance along with imbuing him with high levels of ki defence that he doesn’t get normally and allowing him to zip around the arena with great speed all while attacking the opponent with deft precision and excellent reach.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"Wha- you found a weakness!? No you didn’t!"
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Florian has a very well balanced kit and a lot of options for being a nuisance for opponents whatever the range as well as ways to get up close and personal where he shines. The issue is that’s really only where he shines, at medium and especially long range he can provide offence but it’s easily predicted and more meant for continued pressure than an actual reply to ranged opponents. Furthermore, despite his rushdown style, Florian’s damage output is predicated more on chaining his moves into one another or into long strings of combos rather than the moves themselves, should he be cut off then he can’t really dish out the same kind of power as other Nomads.

Also, while Florian’s defence is not bad, it’s only as far as his natural ki allows, it can’t be improved by the Basilisk system, making him a bit less hardy than other Nomads.

Lastly, Florian is far from helpless without his Basilisk System but he clearly does rely on it, if it should be broken or at least damaged, it can lock him out of most of his move-set, making him much easier to deal with.

OTHER

"I hope this proved educational! Please do pick up my book, “The 37 Tenants of Florian Wessington I” should you wish to further your studies!"
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■ While Florian was born in and considers himself Swiss first and foremost, his accent is mostly American with a hint of French beneath. It only serves to make everything he says sound more smug.

■ While disliked by most for good reason and outright hated by his father, Florian has a genuinely loving relationship with his mother and gets on surprisingly well with his waitstaff and contacts within Minerva who often show genuine loyalty to him in turn. It is one of his very few grounding elements as a person.

■ Florian wrote and self-published his own book: “The 37 Tenants of Florian Wessington I”, which details the key virtues and mannerisms one should have or aspire to as part of the noble class.

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Quotes

Voyt

”You feelin' lucky?” (Taunt)

”Ain’t nothin’ personal.” (Taunt)

”I’ll stop if you pay me.” (Taunt)

“Aw hell.” (Whiffing Super)

“Walk it off.” (Round Win)

“Ain’t worth the bullets.” (Round Win)

“I oughta raise my prices.” (Perfect Round)

“You ain’t pretty good.” (Perfect Round)

"Heart weren't in it..." (Round Loss)

WIN QUOTES

“Guess old soldiers die twice.” (Vs. Justin)

“Wasn’t any money in turnin’ you to scrap, this outcome was your fault.” (Vs. Oh-Seven)

“Maybe dyin’ll resurrect your career at least.” (Vs. Jaden)

“Do you and your clan a favour and hire a professional.” (Vs. Yoko Hatanaka)

“I won't be this kind if you try punchin' above your weight class again.” (Vs. Beatriz)

“Guess this means there ain’t gonna be a second season.” (Vs. Jill)

“Should’ve had your eye on the draw.” (Vs. Isabella)

"Immortality's dulled your sense of survival. Could fight you a hundred times and never lose." (Vs. Rosier)

“Limp on home ‘fore you meet someone with less patience.” (Vs. Lucas)

“Open up your cheque book and maybe we can work things out.” (Vs. Florian)

“Half expected sake to leak out 'stead of blood.” (Vs. Rui)

"Should've just tossed you some poisoned food and let nature run its course." (Vs. Yazhu Kuang)

"Hate to be a reality check; but my guns are loaded." (Vs. Daniel Castro)

"Can't play a real instrument. Can't fight. Can't do very much." (Vs. Oriko Ishii)

“Men die. Dogs get put down.” (Vs. Locke Marruk)

"That controller's an easy target. Don't even think of usin' autofire next time either. I'll know." (Vs. Olivia & Xolys)

"QUOTE" (Vs. Skyler Belsky)

"QUOTE" (Vs. SYM-24)

“Time for you to go the way of our creators.” (Vs. Mirror Match)

Lucas

”L-let’s just use our words!” (Taunt)

”I’M SORRY IF I UPSET YOU!” (Taunt)

“M-my bad?” (Whiffing Critical)

“P-please don’t be mad.” (Round Win)

“W-wait no, I didn’t me-mean it!” (Round Win)

“It’s all coming up Miller!” (Perfect Round)

"Body must've into auto-pilot?" (Perfect Round)

"Can't. Feel. M-my leg!" (Round Loss)

WIN QUOTES

“I-I’m glad my dad didn’t turn me into a robot…” (Vs. Justin)

“I might’ve dodged the rockets but I still think I lost years off my life!” (Vs. Oh-Seven)

“W-whoever who owns a s-sword like that must really be something.” (Vs. Jaden)

“Y-your style's p-pretty neat! M-Minus the shoving a stick i-into people's rear end thing...” (Vs. Yoko Hatanaka)

“My leg! My back! My epidermis!” (Vs. Beatriz)

“If you w-want to delete that footage I-I’ll understand.” (Vs. Jill)

“Huh… I-... I don’t know what it is, but I feel like I understand you man…” (Vs. Isabella)

"There... It... Who are you?..." (Vs. Rosier)

“I-I want your right to bear arms r-revoked!” (Vs. Voyt)

“I-I-I’m really sorry! Please d-don’t sue me!” (Vs. Florian)

“Ha. Ha ha. No head. What is this life…” (Vs. Cavan)

“Y-ya know the first step’s admitting y-y-you’ve got a problem!” (Vs. Rui)

"I- I feel like the bully for once. N-not great..." (Vs. Yazhu Kuang)

"S-sorry, but I've been d-dodging things getting kicked at me my w-whole life." (Vs. Daniel Castro)

"M-my dad's a big fan... O-of your music... I hope..." (Vs. Oriko Ishii)

“W-what big teeth you have!” (Vs. Locke Marruk)

“Wow! Do I have a brother!? Now that’s a thought!” (Vs. Mirror Match)

Florian

”My expertise is lethal!” (Taunt)

”FATHER taught me this manoeuvre!” (Taunt)

”Shall we dance?” (Taunt)

“Preposterous!” (Whiffing Critical)

“I could give you notes on your performance?” (Round Win)

“Don’t be ashamed, it was my destiny!” (Round Win)

“Wessingtons never lose!” (Perfect Round)

"Merely adequate!" (Perfect Round)

"Urgh... Wessingtons lose sometimes..." (Round Loss)

WIN QUOTES

“It is my sincerest hope you do not mutilate yourself further to match my skill.” (Vs. Justin)

“Your weapons systems are as delightful as your attitude! I could almost forget you’re not truly alive!” (Vs. Oh-Seven)

“Fascinating! It’s a sort of spoken word album with emphasis on drum and bass? I’ll suggest it to Father when I return home!” (Vs. Jaden)

“The Hatanaka style is as formidable as they say! But neither it nor its unflattering gi can overcome the excellence of Wessington Flair!” (Vs. Yoko Hatanaka)

“Don’t give up! You show exemplary promise! Feel free to pick my brain whenever you need critique.” (Vs. Beatriz)

“With performances like that we may need to rethink our business partnership. Ha! Merely a jest!” (Vs. Jill)

“Don’t look so dour, my friend! You were all but fated to lose this battle!” (Vs. Isabella)

"Now you'll hold up your end of the bargain and repaint my portrait? WITHOUT the double chin this time?" (Vs. Rosier)

“What fun! A few times there I felt you were earnestly shooting to kill!” (Vs. Voyt)

“You can’t go around expecting handouts my friend! You have to pull yourself up by the bootstraps and give it your all!” (Vs. Lucas)

“Delightful! I’d love to have you on the greens, we simply must Polo some day!” (Vs. Cavan)

“There is some impressive technique beneath your lumbering movements! Perhaps you should try an aged Sauvignon blanc?” (Vs. Rui)

"I hope this may serve as a pivotal step on your journey towa-... Wha- are you sleeping?!" (Vs. Yazhu Kuang)

"Your skill is unrefined, your footwork needs polishing but oh, your DRESS sense! Tres magnifique!" (Vs. Daniel Castro)

"Oros The Swift!? The chaps and I have enjoyed some of your songs! Perhaps I could give you combat lessons as a show of appreciation?" (Vs. Oriko Ishii)

“What memories! Father used to release the hounds on me as a training exercise hoho!” (Vs. Locke Marruk)

“Flattery won’t win you battles, but your choice in role models is impeccable!” (Vs. Mirror Match)

Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart

Should be working now, gonna get my other two dudes up this weekend hopefully

Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart

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Accepted.

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His picture and themesong links are broken.

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My thing is that he seems okay but a little barebones compared to the other sheets. Maaaaaaaybe expand his backstory and moveset a little bit.

@GN FOREVER

He doesn't have an image, I'm going to try and draw my dudes this go around.

His themesong is showing up fine for me?

Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart

Voyt The Gunslinger

"...Hrn."

"I can bring you in warm. Or I can bring you in cold." _____________________________________________________ NAME: Voyt _______________________________________________ EPITHET: The Last Outlaw _______________________________________________ AGE: Unknown _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: He/Him _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 6'1 _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 190lbs _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: Unknown _______________________________________________ LIKES: Guns, Money, His Hat _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: Improper Gun Maintenance, Loudmouths, Doctors & Scientists, You, Possibly Everything Else

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OVERVIEW

"I’m worth the money."
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APPEARANCE

"I'm your huckleberry."
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Voyt casts an unwelcoming figure, quiet, calculating and trim with obvious muscle definition. His exposed arms and face carry faded but still noticeable scarring from battles won and lost. Voyt’s dirty blonde hair hangs down to his neck and is often unkempt as is his beard which is usually shaved down to a shadow but comes off patchy from carrying the odd scarring across Voyt’s jaw.

Despite his standoffish appearance and demeanour however, Voyt’s outfit is quite striking. Consisting of an old west gunslinger inspired get-up complete with a dark brown stetson hat that has a bandolier of bullets wrapped around the base. A tattered dark brown poncho that hangs off the back of Voyt’s left side like a cape, a faded blue shirt with the top two buttons undone and a dark brown and black bandanna wrapped around his neck to be pulled up and used when concealing his identity on the job. He has a protective vest over his shirt and brown thigh and leg guards over a pair of dusty black pants, accompanied of course with two holsters for his revolvers. Completing the ensemble is a pair of black cowboy boots with silver tips and rusty bronze spurs.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"Pay up."
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Professional: Voyt is all business to an almost robotic degree, speaking almost exclusively in direct and to the point statements. While he can come off prickly and does not suffer fools easily, he never really raises his voice or so much as changes inflection - even when, by his own admission, someone has pissed off. Making him something of an anomaly in regards to the often arrogant, boastful mercenaries and cutthroats with which he shares his profession.

Pragmatic: While his work is abhorrent and he is not terribly pleasant to most people, outside of that there isn’t much particularly villainous about Voyt. He takes effort not to kill or injure anyone he isn’t contracted to nor does he carry much personal feelings into his jobs. A life primarily on the move has given him a keen sense of survival and a flexible set of morals to ensure he stays one step ahead at all times.

BACKSTORY

"I’m many things. Most of ‘em bad."
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Subject Thirteen was, for all intents and purposes, a complete success. Several biological scientists and DNA experts exiled from governments and black projects alike had pooled their knowledge together in an effort to create life, namely the perfect soldier. With intents to sell this specimen to the highest bidder or even form their own PMC group via cloning and reclaim their lost status. The scientists had collected the DNA (through questionable means and contacts) of numerous decorated soldiers. One had the idea to also imbue the subject with the DNA of various legends of the Old West, primarily because these were records and small samples that their contacts could supply at a much easier and faster rate than members of the military. After years of delicate trials and twelve failures. They succeeded.

Nicknamed Voyt - the initials of the four head scientists' second names - they set to work in shaping their creation to be well versed in all forms of firearm based combat, which he naturally excelled in. Though perhaps due to the DNA used, their subject showed a particular fascination & fondness for revolvers, lever action rifles, shotguns and other Old West based weaponry. Their creation was unfeasible when attempting to create a fully grown adult, so instead they created an infant, monitoring his hastened life every step of the way to ensure he displayed the aptitude they desired until his ageing slowed when he matured, he excelled past their expectations. They fostered their subject's brutal efficiency with a myriad of drugs, shock reinforcement and live human targets. The closer, it seemed, their dream became, the more unethical their practices would become. Until, one unknown day, their subject snapped and found the will and opportunity to escape. Cutting a bloody swathe through the facility and its guards until he hunted down and killed every last scientist involved in his creation, leaving the four overseers to last. Despite his younger age, Voyt had indeed passed his creator’s desires and was far too much for their security or intellects to stop.

No one is quite sure exactly when the Gunslinger mercenary began operating, but when he started, there were few better. Demonstrating a cold efficiency above even other longtime assassins, Voyt's gun-slinging wizardry was in high demand. Whilst always being extremely proficient with his weaponry, Voyt soon discovered what he found out to be ki, during a contract he had somehow imbued his inner ki into one of his guns, able to fire it endlessly. From that point on Voyt learned all he could about his new skill, apparently it flowed through all living things and having the DNA of some of the most prolific killers gave Voyt a very good grasp of it. At present Voyt has enough of a handle on ki to which he can stand against other martial artists, monsters, supernatural beings and all manner of things alien to regular people using only his guns and guile, which he does with alarming efficiency. Voyt very quickly raised his prices.

Since then his contracts have gotten higher and higher in scope, along with his profile. Voyt is a known entity due in part to his efficient reputation and the few times he has encountered Justice Rider Blaze - becoming a fan favourite villain, much to his displeasure. Naturally, a growing amount of attention is not the best thing for what is essentially an assassin, meaning Voyt has had to be more selective with his contracts, his current one being the first to offer an especially noteworthy amount of money in an easy to hide location,

All the way in Brazil…

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

"Bullseye."
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

"It’s you or me. Might as well be you."
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Voyt is, as you might guess, a gunman. Theoretically he can efficiently use almost any ranged weapon put in his hands or in a pinch turn ordinary items into lethal weaponry - if it can be thrown, Voyt is dangerous with it. His most comfortable method of ranged warfare however are his pair of heavily customised black powder single action army revolvers. Imbued with his ki, these guns can fire an endless stream of bullets at the - often very durable - nomads Voyt regularly faces. Voyt is also fast, very very fast. Quick on the draw and quick on the feet, if you want to return fire or get up close and personal with Voyt it’s going to take some effort. While his ki heavily expands his incredible aim and speed, he utilises them for all manner of impossible or impractical techniques like ricochets and trick shots. Finishing out his kit are sticks of dynamite wrapped around his waist for those times you want to blow something up and a sawed off shotgun which fires shrapnel that lodges itself in a nomad’s skin since ordinary slugs won’t quite penetrate it.

Although no martial artist Voyt can fight close quarters if the need arises, but would preferably have his guns or any ranged weaponry in his hands to strike with or for explosive finishes to his combos. As an experienced hitman, Voyt can analyse an opponents styles and strategies the longer a fight goes on, it’s no scanning that the Oh series robots are capable of but assuming Voyt survives long enough and the opponent has any, Voyt will find their weak spots.

SIGNATURE MOVES

"Draw!"
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■ Double Down

Voyt stuns the opponent, slamming the butt of his revolver into their neck before sweeping their legs out from under them. He pins the opponent down with his boot on their chest before unloading both revolvers near twenty times into their face.

■ Two-Step Goodbye

Voyt pirouettes while firing, sending a tornado of bullets in all directions to deal with more mobile foes or those who can teleport around. Voyt can perform an airborne variant which involves Voyt spinning down headfirst to the floor while firing his guns and landing in a roll at the last second.

■ Blow 'Er Up

Voyt tosses a stick of dynamite into the hands of an opponent and quickly shoots it, the resulting explosion sending an opponent flying into the air. (The explosion sends Voyt's hat flying off which he grabs out the air and places back on as the opponent comes to their senses)

■ Money Shot

Voyt throws a coin into the air past the opponent and fires it causing the bullet to ricochet off and hit the opponent in the back, breaking possible guards and sending them tumbling slightly forward for a possible follow up attack.

■ Showdown

Voyt enters a quick-draw stance and parries any projectiles thrown his way by shooting them out of the air, this stance ends when Voyt starts to move again.

■ Deadman's Hands

Voyt imbues his ki into his weapons (typically his revolvers), for red kinetic charged shots but he can imbue any thrown object with the same damaging kinetic energy, enhancing his shots for increased damage and knockback but slower rate of fire.

■ High Roller

If an opponent has gotten too close for comfort, Voyt can potentially parry their attack by hitting them with a cheap shot and leaping into the air, leaving behind a lit stick of dynamite for his opponent, he reappears a couple seconds later, rolling back to the floor but can use Two-Step Goodbye on the way down to deliver a volley of gunfire from above.

■ Cash Out

Voyt unloads a barrage of gunfire from his shotgun while slowly walking his target down. While it's effective against nomads it can quickly shatter cover and walls as well as having a wide spread. Naturally damage falls off the further a target is. Voyt also has to actually reload his shotgun to use this move again.

■ Roulette Rush

Forgoing his typical style, Voyt rushes an opponent and delivers a savage dropkick to the chest, launching himself into the air with a back-flip. He is able to use Two-Step Goodbye when falling back to the ground.

■ Payline

Voyt seemingly fires a single shot before holstering his weapon again, if it connects the opponent will recoil slightly before suddenly being shot several times in the chest as though being hit by an assault rifle. Voyt tips his hat as they fall to the ground or are knocked several feet backwards.

■ Ace High

Voyt rolls a stick of dynamite under his opponent and shoots at it, sending them upwards into the air where he can unload on them with further gunfire before letting them fall back to the floor.

SUPER MOVES

"Got a bullet with your name on it."
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■ Hard Boiled

Voyt’s incredible movement and reaction speeds go into overdrive, for as long as he can physically keep it up, time slows to a complete crawl around Voyt while he moves at roughly the same speeds, in this state he can use any of his regular moves and is all but untouchable as he nonchalantly dodges every move thrown at him unless he is being extraordinarily careless or somehow trapped.

■ Happiness Is A Warm Gun

Voyt grabs the cylinder of one revolver and spins it to dangerous speeds, he begins to fan the hammer with his hand becoming a blur, turning one revolver into a fully charged gatling gun. The red charged shots fly out in a wide spread and are able to tear through buildings and people alike. Voyt being damaged can knock him out of this move early

■ One Bullet

Voyt’s eyes burn red as he holsters one gun and fires the other. A dramatic zoom on the bullet reveals the name of his opponent slowly burning into the side as the bullet wreaths itself in a large red and white flame. The bolt of energy will blast clean through anything it touches and follows where Voyt wills it to go for several moments as Voyt is able, once Voyt loses the will to control it further, it will travel for several more feet in whatever direction it was facing before burning out, still ripping right through all in its path.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"Hrn. It's not over yet."
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Voyt’s a competent brawler and his strikes are enough to deal with rank and file attackers but they are ill advised against nomads. Further, while Voyt’s speed and damage output are incredibly high, if he is without a gun or even anything he can throw, his options in a fight become severely limited. Lastly, Voyt can withstand greater amounts of punishment than the average combatant but he is no powerhouse and relies on dodging rather than tanking blows more than most characters.

OTHER

"Hit the road, Jack."
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■ Voyt has rejected five separate interview attempts from SHINING

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Mass Effect: Harpocrates

_______________________________________________ Personal Data D A T A Full Name - Reid Watson Designation - Ranger Species - Human Age - 31 (b. 2152) Origin - Earth, Local Cluster Classification - Soldier Unique Specialization - Gunman/Duelist/Designated Hitter - Psyche Analysis P S Y C H E A Simple Man, Making His Way In The Universe Many mercs have a reputation as being bombastic and boastful, not so with Reid. Withdrawn, guarded and taciturn, Reid carries himself with a constant air of professionalism. Rarely raising his voice or betraying much of any emotion even during times when, by his own admission, he’s upset or pissed off. Reid does his utmost to give nothing beyond quiet confidence, with very little patience for the eccentricities of both the galaxy and the people within it. A Few Credits More Pragmatism is, more often than not, the key aspect that separates the successful from the dead in Reid’s experience. While always having a somewhat apathetic moral compass - seeing little difference from shooting someone in the back than the front - Reid’s experiences since flying solo have hardened him considerably. As he is essentially a fugitive, Reid takes great care to cover his tracks, watching his own back and prioritising his needs far beyond others, lest he risk imprisonment or death. He’s no wanton criminal, but has very little qualms on making morally dubious decisions if the need truly arises. The Last Outlaw As mentioned, Reid is a man who often finds himself exasperated at the bizarre and often hypocritical ways of most civilised people in the universe, particularly those involved in galactic governments. While not above taking jobs involving these types out of necessities sake, Reid is notably more sarcastic and bitter when forced to do so, a disdain rooted in him from childhood as part of his gang. He bears a distinct grudge for the Systems Alliance in particular. On the flipside, he is remarkably tolerant towards most alien races, if just by human standards at the least. He is also sympathetic towards the poor and downtrodden but has long since had any altruistic ideals kicked out of him. Equipment E Q U I P M E N T M-15 Vindicator A popular rifle in the Terminus Systems, favoured by assassins and elite mercenaries for its precise firing and handling. Firing in five shot bursts and boasting excellent stopping power without effecting recoil, enabling it to do hefty damage to targets with the right aim. Reid's particular model is painted black and fitted with a percision scope to extend the rifle's range, along with a textured grip should his hands get... wet, during a fight. Reid occassionaly refers to it as his "Winchester". M-5 Phalanx An Alliance created heavy pistol designed to be used in closer engagements and ideal for hitting armoured or shielded targets, fitted with a laser sight for better accuracy. While high in recoil, its sheer stopping power gives it an edge over most “hand cannons” and works well with Reid’s sharp aim and tendency for single shot quickdraw firing. Mk.14 Grenades Disc shaped cluster grenades that can be thrown directly to glide through the air or be lobbed overhead in an arc. They can adhere to flat surfaces and be detonated at any time once thrown via the communications gear built into the attacker’s armour. They will detonate automatically after ten seconds. Record R E C O R D Eldfell-Ashland Raid In 2168 at roughly 2pm, an Eldfell-Ashland Energy Company building in the state of Illinois was hit in a daring raid. Infiltrated by a small group of insurgents who subdued highly trained security operatives and fried the camera systems, concealing their identities while they drained an undisclosed amount of credits from the building's network and internal accounts. In the following months, random, obscenely large bonuses were deposited into the accounts of several low level manual workers, families of company accident victims and many others who’d had negative dealings with the corporation. The perpetrators were never officially found, but it was the first of many such heists carried out by a young Reid as a member of Holden’s Company. Korlus Spring Cleaning The junk world of Korlus has long been something of a punchline among galactic circles, with its garbage laden landscape and high crime rate. Undeterred, the Korlus Tourist Bureau had tried several different ways to rebrand the planet, from slogans to public image campaigns. Unsurprisingly, none of these worked. What did provide results was their contracting of several mercenaries to clear out as many gangs and other scum as possible, paying a bounty for each noteworthy problem dealt with. Though many heeded the call, none made more of a “killing” than an unnamed mercenary in a cowboy hat, eradicating numerous would-be gangsters and turning in so many bounties that the campaign ended in under two months, more-so due to the colonies losing more credits than they were gaining from potential travellers. Though operating under a pseudonym, Reid’s peculiar get-up, the high number of people on Korlus and his bodycount very quickly made many take note of the merc, establishing a reputation in the Terminus Systems as someone that got things done. Valdez Bounty A crew of pirates had been forming in the Terminus Systems, attacking multiple colonies and eventually graduating to corporation shipments. Their leader was a human named Valdez who’d quickly made a name for himself, earning a bounty from the corps who were sick of losing merchandise to his growing gang of outlaws. The bounty did little to solve the problem however, as despite his young age, Valdez was a prodigious shooter, killing upwards of twenty bounty hunters who’d been sent after him, each time in a one-on-one duel for the entertainment of his crew. Eventually, Reid caught wind of the bounty and decided to collect, tracking Valdez and his best men to a bar on Omega and challenging the man to a duel the following morning. The people on the station that fateful day still tell tails of that encounter, where Valdez walked out into the street for his twenty-first kill, only to be unceremoniously gunned down alongside his men, as Reid had decided to just shoot him with his sniper rifle from afar the second he was out in the open. Solving an almost year long problem in under ten minutes. Connections C O N N E C T I O N S Brand Brand is an elcor merchant who lives on the Citadel, an unestablished but aggressive trader always trying to expand his client base. He and Reid have an uneasy but mutually beneficial partnership, where Brand will contact the gunslinger to offer jobs soon to be listed or any other interesting tidbits that come through his network. With a cut of the profits earned going to Brand, of course. The two have history, having met and worked together since Reid was a teenager in Holden’s Company, but their relationship is based more on mutual gain than any personal fondness. Even still, they are both consummate professionals who will, reluctantly, look out for one another, even if they tend to trade barbs when doing business. Papius Silo If there was only one person in the galaxy that inspired warmth and camaraderie in Reid Watson, it would be Silo. The turian was a late arrival to Holden’s Company, on the run for being, in his words, “a poor turian”. Though he’s still a pariah in turian space, his short tenure with the group means he’s a comparatively less wanted man and was able to leave easily when things began really falling apart, enabling him to settle somewhat comfortably in Omega as a smuggler. Though they mostly communicate over business, Reid has a genuinely friendly relationship with Silo, both for his usefulness and for being one of the very few members of the group who he feels didn’t betray him on some level. Papius will rarely offer jobs if he’s able but generally his use is in helping Reid get his hands on equipment out of circulation, without Silo’s help, Reid would have to risk himself a lot more to try and keep ahead with other mercs in terms of armaments. Holden Connolly Holden is a complicated figure in Reid’s mind. A former operative (though of what and at what level he wouldn't say), he is the man who essentially saved Reid's life as a young street urchin. Teaching the boy to read, write and most importantly shoot, while educating him about the galaxy and instilling his philosophies on life and the need to protect the weak. But, he is also the man who all but went insane as time went on and his actions seemed to have less and less effect on the progression of galactic civilization, seeing all the problems his group fought against only grow and become more ingrained into society. Eventually, Holden devolved into another thug with a gun, even leaving Reid for dead on more than one occasion, until deaths and bounties caught up with them on The Olympus and the group effectively disbanded, violently. After narrowly escaping Alliance space himself, Reid isn’t even sure if Holden’s still alive, let alone regained any of his sanity. But, despite everything, Reid holds a complicated - even hypocritical - opinion of his surrogate father, still admiring the man he was while harbouring a lot of resentment for who he became and the situation he left his “son” with.

Physical Details ◢ Reid stands at 5’11”, with the muscular build befitting of a mercenary and a head of messy black hair that reaches down to his neck coupled with a scraggly beard, all hallmarks of a stereotypical thug, or, more accurately, a man on the run. His face carries numerous scars of fights won and lost, emphasised more than they should be by the shoddy first aid work done on them. More striking than his scars are his pale blue eyes, a source of occasional ribbing in his life, likened to if someone "fucked up and put a child’s eyes on the face of a killer”. The most noteworthy thing about him to most however would be his gear. Dark brown stetson hat on his head, seemingly, at all times, coupled with a worn and tattered dark brown poncho and a breathing apparatus that hangs around his neck. Beneath this get-up however Reid wears more sensible medium-grade Hydra armour created by Aldrin Labs, fitted with a bandolier around the waist for emergency supplies. Though Reid’s choice of gear is another thing that inspires confusion and mockery, it does have practical applications. Such as his poncho concealing his weaponry and allowing to get the jump on someone has been a godsend more than once. Personal History ◢ Desperation has shaped Reid Watson. His father was an illiterate drunk and his mother a prostitute who died during childbirth, though Reid lived with his father for a short time, his debts and actions quickly caught up to him and he was found dead outside a bar when Reid was seven years old. Reid was subsequently sent to an orphanage, another casualty of Earth’s severe overpopulation. He didn’t last very long before running away and trying his luck out on the streets, resorting to petty theft and other unpleasantries to make it through the days. It caught up to him at the age of eleven, when he was caught by a family while attempting to rob their home. They subdued and prepared to hand him over to the authorities but a passing detective encouraged the family to turn the boy over to him so that he might ensure the boy would see justice. It was after the family were long gone that the detective revealed himself to be a conman named Holden, who would then take the young Reid under his wing. Reid was inducted into Holden’s Company shortly thereafter, a group of individuals who shared Holden’s anti-authority leanings and Robin Hood-like belief of creating a "better world", taking from the rich abusers to give to the destitute. Almost every current and future member would take the names of famous outlaws and revolutionaries to fit this vision. The gang quickly became a surrogate family to Reid, who took his own name and even dressed to resemble an old radio serial about a western hero who delivered justice, always enamoured by Holden's stories of such figures in history - even if fictitious. Alongside stories, Holden taught Reid how to properly read, write, hunt, shoot, and instilled in the boy a love of nature, freedom and appreciation for things beyond power or wealth. By the time Reid had become fully honed in his abilities, the First Contact War had long since ended and the group had secured more than enough funds to travel off-world. The initial years were promising, there was no shortage of corruption to plunder and no shortage of lost souls to join the cause, the Citadel races were too busy worrying about humanity as a whole to be concerned with a small fringe group and Holden’s Company weren’t picky when it came to which races a megacorp belonged to. But, eventually, humans settled in on Citadel space and more resources would be devoted to putting the gang down with each successful raid. More pressure would be placed on its members with each fallen brother or sister. Their leader, once steadfast and charismatic, became more and more insular as their “mission” seemed more pointless with each passing moment, for every building they cracked or good deed they did it never seemed to change anything. By the end, Holden’s Company seemed to devolve into taking from the rich and giving to themselves just to sustain their vision of a “better galaxy” for a little longer. Reid found himself arguing with his surrogate father constantly, his faith in their goals all but vanishing as it became clearer that their noble aspirations were just justifications to rob and kill and may well always have been. In Reid’s mind, they’d all become puppets, but only he could see the strings. Eventually, everything came to a head in 2177, during a raid on a luxury casino ship (“The Olympus”) moving through the Hades Nexus cluster. Being the “frontier” of Citadel space, their response was swifter than Holden’s Company could manage, already a shell of the group it once was. What resulted was chaos, strike teams boarding the vessel, multiple members of Holden’s Company dead, Holden himself allegedly shooting a civilian for no reason at all (though, even now, Reid would like to doubt he saw it happen exactly like that). Reid only got out by the skin of his teeth, hijacking one of the escape pods once it became clear it was every person for themselves. Information has been strictly tight-lipped about who exactly did and didn’t make it, only that the notorious Holden’s Company were “finished”. The following months were difficult. Finding civilization, scraping together the credits to run and hide out in the Terminus Systems, coming to the realisation that Reid was desperate and alone once again. The fall of his family hardened Reid considerably as he set about rebuilding some semblance of order back in his life. As one of the more noteworthy members of Holden's Company - some may say "the golden boy" - a bounty was placed on his head relatively quickly, it became just another thing to deal with. His need to always be on the move and stay off the grid constantly eat into the profits of his work, but he still fights on, hoping to earn enough to square his bounty. To become as "free" as he and his gang always claimed to be. Combat Analysis ◢ In a galaxy where people can harness mass effect fields or use the technology of the future to their advantage, one fact still remains true, with the right gun and know-how; you can kill anybody. While Reid may lack in biotic abilities and technical aptitude, he is a wizard with a gun in his hands. Boasting lightning fast reaction speeds and deadly accuracy, he can switch from vicious hit-and-run tactics, keeping enemies in place with sustained fire or flushing them out with explosives, while drawing fire toward himself to always keep pressure on opponents even when outnumbered. Reid's time as part of a gang have also given him ample experience in analysing the strengths and weaknesses of allies and accomodate accordingly, while his time alone has honed his skills in self-preservation and survivability - always keeping on the move and controlling the pace of a battle as much as possible. Reason for Vacating Previous Situation ◢ Even by Reid’s standards, working with ExoGeni leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, but what other choice is there? He has nothing but disdain for megacorps but Reid’s time as a vague revolutionairy is long over yet his bounty still hangs over his head like a guillotine. ExoGeni and the work they’re offering is one of the very few chances to have both the protection and credits needed to work on becoming a truly free man. Besides, they know who he is after going through all the trouble to contact him, there's little room for scruples at this point.

Mass Effect: Harpocrates

@Drag well shit there goes my plan for gunslinger quarian

@Lady Lascivious

post 'em anyway if you wanna my friend, we need to try and ensure at least one huckleberry makes it into the rp

Mass Effect: Harpocrates

@Drag Interesting. Also looks like the fontmeme link broke because it wasn't embeded or copied somewhere else. Worth fixing at some point. I'll take a deeper look later.

@TGM

My b, should be sorted now