drallinix

A Beastly Challenge

Free power buffs, apparent near instantaneous reaction time, heightened durability, apparent psychic powers, they think that because he is, the damage and actual speed is also not a set number which makes it vague.

Magic Vs Might

Name: Sammael Darkheart

Age: 20

Race: human

Gender: male

Appearance: Standing at 6'3 Sammael is a large man, with the sides and back of his head shaved and the top pulled back into a braid. He weighs around 200 pounds with an athletic build. He has a neatly trimmed beard that lines his jawline but no moustache. His eyes are a bright emerald green and he has straight white teeth. His garments are a green linen tunic with a leather belt that has silver studs in it and a pair of black harem pants with a green swirl pattern on the left leg. Over this he wears a brown jacket with black fur lining the shoulders and top of the chest, it has no hood.
Faction: Arcane Bastion (not for free)

Personality: Suave and charismatic, he is very "cool". Sammael is always ready to talk his way through things or be the center of the party.

Skills:
Shadow magic-1

air magic-1

slashing-1

Equipment:
guitar
42 inch katana with a black blade and ring pommel,it has no crossguard and three strips of cloth hang from the ring; the first is labeled espada, the second veritas, and the third sanguinor

40' straight sword with no crossguard and a black blade.

Backstory: Always a drifter Sammael dabbled in swordplay for self defense and saved up coin as he traveled from town to town playing and singing to afford his own. Eventually he was able to pay a blacksmith to forge him two of his own and it was after this that he saw the flyer. A war was sure to mean a tavern for people to drink and that meant a place for him to earn coin, so he headed in that direction.

spells

Basic Illusion (lvl 1)(shadow)
conjure a basic illusion, looks extremely real, however things that would touch it pass right through it, can conjure anything as long as it isn't bigger than himself.
mana cost-???

power chord/shove (lvl 1)(air)
creates a sphere of air around himself which then violently forces outwards, shoving objects not fastened down around him backwards with great force. Able to shove a man his size 10 feet and knock him down. If used with his guitar this causes the shockwave to be much greater and able to be directed in a general direction.
mana cost-???

A Beastly Challenge

your bird creatures CS is way to vague, also, anything that can react "instantly" is basically not allowed in most arena, its way to easy to godmode that shit.

The Nomad, a sci-fi epic.

Im waiting for the mob's response before Sammael, goes wolf mode on this guy.

The Nomad, a sci-fi epic.

Sammael had been standing in line with a look of disinterest on his face, he gazed at the horizon and was lost in his own thoughts. Truth be told he didn't need the supplies as much as some others, but the bar needed a restock and whatever was left he could hand out in the hab area near it. He vaguely noticed security showing up and the tension in the air beginning to thicken as the crowd got a bit more rowdy. This was to be expected of course, after all they'd had no help out here for months and suddenly a ship shows up with rations. Suddenly a shout, a voice crying out that the supplies had run dry, then hell broke loose. The crowd erupted into a full scale riot, Sammael in the middle, at first the few that managed to land blows weren't able to do much, and he would occasionally retaliate with a backhand or a punch, each time he attacked another of the would be rioters fell.

Things escalated even more when a Molotov was thrown at the ship, fire sprung everywhere and bullets started to ring out, it was then that weapons began to be drawn, unfortunately Sammael had left his ripper in his room, however when you're a veroxian you always have weapons at your disposal. He reached forward and snatched a worker off their feet, hurling them into some of the unruly crowd as the fighting got even more intense, his wolflike eyes scanned the crowd, had he known who he was looking for his sense of smell have have helped a bit in this endeavor, but that couldn't be helped now. He struck his way through the crowd, a few of the workers had managed to leave cuts on his arms and legs, but he was used to pain, and the knives they carried were small in comparison to those used by his own people. Finally he spotted what he had been looking for, a gunman.

Pushing people out of the way Sammael advanced on the man, he made sure not to look as though he was intentionally moving towards him, but he readied himself in case he was noticed. His blue eyes glared into the man as he grabbed and shoved civilians out of his way, it was their fault the riot had started, and he was going to find out why.

The Nomad, a sci-fi epic.

hmmm, less and less supplies being handed out, may be a chance for an upstanding wolf in the community to make himself known.

The Nomad, a sci-fi epic.

Sure, ill bite, since he is generally bouncing or half drunk inside a bar, what would be a good way to get him involved with the main storyline here lol.

The Nomad, a sci-fi epic.

Sammael

appearance

Name: Sylladrion, goes by Sammael.

Species: Veroxian

age: 30

Vocation: Mercenary/Bouncer

Caste: Draskoi

History: Born on their native world and passing into the ranks of the Lunarii Sylladrion had a similar childhood to most other male Veroxian. When he was 20 as was customary he went voyaging with a merchant vessel as a guard, this is where things took a slightly different turn. Coming into contact with pirates, their ship did not fare well in combat, but was not destroyed, instead they were disabled and boarded. Among the 12 person crew were 4 lunarii, including Sylladrion, being the youngest he was also the lowest ranking and was meant to guard the Savalii aboard. However, he disobeyed his orders, instead when he heard cries of pain from his lunarii brothers he rushed to aid them, he succeeded. When he arrived he burst into the hallway flanking the pirates, his shotgun roared, the massive weapon blowing the closest pirate off his feet, a cloud of pink mist following in his wake and blood spraying from the back, the weapon was known as a ripper for a reason, whatever body armor the pirates had been issued was of little use. As the others turned to fire on him, he was already moving, his semi automatic ripper shotgun scoring a bloody path through the small squad in the confined quarters, quickly he rushed to his fallen brothers. Seeing him the eldest lunarii, Mormesk, crawled to him, his wounds mortal, nevertheless he grabbed Sylladrion and roared his final order, to protect the Savalii, and suddenly it was clear, it was a diversion, nothing in this wing of the ship was valuable, at least not as valuable as slaves.

He rushed through the corridors trying to make it back and the last of the Savalii were being cuffed and prepared to be taken aboard as he arrived. Opening up on the first enemy with his ripper the hail of return fire caught him off guard, he was hit in the shoulder, the round going completely through in a painful, but not debilitating injury, but he was pinned behind what cover he could find. One of the Savalii, begged for him to kill them, they couldn't allow themselves to be taken, to be a slave was worse than death, so he did as was asked, pulling a grenade off his chest rig, he hurled the explosive into the closing boarding shuttle, and just after it launched a bright flash told him of its fall. For six months he sat aboard the ship, with no idea how to pilot it and rationing its supplies, eventually another of their merchant vessels found it and he relayed the story. They took him back to the matriarch of his tribe and his judgment was handed down. He had disobeyed an order, as such he had two options, death or become a Draskoi, he chose the second, much to the horror of his family. All watched as he was stripped of his name and caste, and they branded two lines under each of his eyes. the burning metal searing his skin and the fur that grew back there was black as night.

For many years he wandered from ship to ship, acting as a mercenary for various corporations and gangs. At one point he found himself serving the UWG against the nomad's forces on the ground, he fought in extremely close quarters to the enemy, always favoring his ripper shotgun, but each time he came out better than the last, his instincts and physiology helping him. Finally he found himself on the backwater that was RX3248 bouncing at a small and insignificant bar for free booze and a roof over his head.

Gear: Ripper shotgun and basic clothing, baggy beige cargo pants and white shirt, generally worn under a leather combat harness.

Ripper Shotgun

The Nomad, a sci-fi epic.

Will do, ill get to editing.

The Nomad, a sci-fi epic.

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Looks good to me! How large calibre are these 'extreme large calibre' weapons? So long as it's not anime level, it's all good!

@Ozymandias

No, nothing that big, more like they can fire a 50 caliber rifle as easily as a human could fire a normal hunting rifle, they're above human strength, but not like lift tanks or anything.