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Name: Damien Strain
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 167 lbs.
•Abusive Training- While many can claim mastery over some officially named martial art and apply it to combat, Damien had no such luck, instead receiving his combat skills from a grueling process where adversaries of skill just over him where provided, forcing him to adapt to handle his enemies. Two effects came from this: a unique fighting style that lies under no branch of the martial arts, providing an adaptable, unpatterned approach, and a high tolerance to pain, a nuisance he pushed pass in order to excel.
•Mind for Battle- Adrenaline is a force that drives many fighters during times of duress, allowing them feats otherwise inexcessible under normal training, with a tradeoff in clear logical application and a reliance on instinct. However, the hands of Athus Dûn can afford no such sacrifice, and have instead learned how to control their emotional output, thereby triggering this adrenaline under their terms. By doing so, a higher level of combat capability is provided, with the mind instead retaining full control even under the effects of selective adrenaline rushes.
•Entropic Resistance- The skills of the pupils of Athus Dûn are extensive and varied with each apprentice, but what carries through each of their rigorous studies is the use of entropic forces, an ability that first requires resistance to these very energies. As such, each member of the sect is uneffected by the forces they tamper with, whether they control them or another does.
•The Hands of Athus Dûn- Each disciple of the sect is taught the most basic levels of entropic manipulation, with the ability to summon these forces and have them manifest in tandem with the body. Most often, this results in an entropic field around the fists, illustrated by what can best be described as burgundy flames surrounding the hands and wrists. What these do to any other than the apprentices is intriguing. Stinging to the degree of dry ice, it seems the field causes a dispersal of all energies that it touches, including thermal, chemical, potential, and kinetic. The resulting effect is the disintegration of matter into its most basic atoms, with the decomposition of molecules releasing electromagnetic energy. Thankfully for the victims of this manipulation, in its basic form, the rate of entropy is hardly terrifying, with prolonged contact of ten seconds required for true disintegration. Instead, they will likely deal with briefer exposure, resulting in what appears to be black burns devoid of cauterization.
•Entropic Blasts- Once the basics have been learned, each disciple begins to study and apply their gifts in unique ways, becoming adept with the entropic forces they wield. For Damien, this next level comes in focused discharges of the entropic energy that have multiple effects. To reach the power needed for these blasts, he must hold power over the basic entropic energies for a time before the blast becomes available, with a constant influx of power afterwards building to a greater discharge. (This will translate to the blast being available on the second turn after the Hands of Athus Dûn become active, not including turn of activation, with every turn afterwards adding a charge.) Even then, due to extended mastery of his skills, Damien has found that not all of the energy stored must be discharged, and with constant repetition and training, has been able to gain experience in rationing and applying his ability to the fullest effect.
The effects of these blasts are something many do not expect. When released, the energy travels forward in a focused path, disrupting any types of energy within the trajectory, potential, kinetic, or otherwise, and causes it to radiate from the blast in a concussive shockwave of high magnitude. Any matter caught in the blast itself is also majorly reduced, much of the entropy reducing it to the most basic of atoms.What makes this ability most dangerous is the fact that, the greater the energy within the projected path, the more powerful the shockwave. (For combat's sake, each charge adds a volume of one and a half feet cubed. The dimensions of length, width, and height can be altered as long as they apply to the designated volume.)
While many of the disciples spent their early life puzzling over what their leader exactly was, and whether he was truly human, Damien accepted what was as what is. Never did he question what he was told. He only did as he was instructed. Due to this unobstructed focus, it was no wonder when the young boy was among the younger disciples to receive the blessing and gifts of their leader. And with the pride of his two parents, faithful followers of the Chaos King, he quickly excelled in his studies and training.
Until he finally became a useful tool. At the age of sixteen he would be sent after his first target. At the age of seventeen, he would kill his first political leader. Every month, every job saw him grow more and more, his skill expanding beyond those even older than him.
By the time he reached twenty-one, he'd become Athus Dûn greatest asset and tool. So the chaotic entity had an idea. He allowed Damien complete control over his actions. He could go where he wanted, kill who he liked... all in the name of chaos.
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 167 lbs.
Physical Description:
Constant training and athleticism have sculpted this fighter into a well developed weapon, the pink musculature that ripples underground his skin lean, with top performing capabilities in strength, speed, and endurance. Over this powerful interior, olive hued skin stretches over each tendon, profiling his physical prowess well where cloth doesn't hide his figure. In the face, he resembles a powerful, militaristic man, a square, pronounced jawline resting above a powerful neck that slopes towards his shoulders. His nose, slightly curved down, continues up and between to almond shaped eyes with irises of the darkest chocolate, which sit below slightly arched eyebrows. At his hairline, a widow's peak gives him a well defined forehead, the deep brown locks flowing up in a short hairstyle reminiscent of a slightly grown out buzzcut.Skills/Abilities:
•Trained Physique- Those who spend time to learn often know how best to strike an opponent, studying anatomy and physiology in order to exploit the natural weaknesses of the human body. Damien, however, applied it in a new way, instead using the knowledge in order to enhance awareness of his own body, giving him greater control over muscle use, something applied in such ways as to get maximum force behind a blow or even tense the correct tendons to shield a weaker point of the body.•Abusive Training- While many can claim mastery over some officially named martial art and apply it to combat, Damien had no such luck, instead receiving his combat skills from a grueling process where adversaries of skill just over him where provided, forcing him to adapt to handle his enemies. Two effects came from this: a unique fighting style that lies under no branch of the martial arts, providing an adaptable, unpatterned approach, and a high tolerance to pain, a nuisance he pushed pass in order to excel.
•Mind for Battle- Adrenaline is a force that drives many fighters during times of duress, allowing them feats otherwise inexcessible under normal training, with a tradeoff in clear logical application and a reliance on instinct. However, the hands of Athus Dûn can afford no such sacrifice, and have instead learned how to control their emotional output, thereby triggering this adrenaline under their terms. By doing so, a higher level of combat capability is provided, with the mind instead retaining full control even under the effects of selective adrenaline rushes.
•Entropic Resistance- The skills of the pupils of Athus Dûn are extensive and varied with each apprentice, but what carries through each of their rigorous studies is the use of entropic forces, an ability that first requires resistance to these very energies. As such, each member of the sect is uneffected by the forces they tamper with, whether they control them or another does.
•The Hands of Athus Dûn- Each disciple of the sect is taught the most basic levels of entropic manipulation, with the ability to summon these forces and have them manifest in tandem with the body. Most often, this results in an entropic field around the fists, illustrated by what can best be described as burgundy flames surrounding the hands and wrists. What these do to any other than the apprentices is intriguing. Stinging to the degree of dry ice, it seems the field causes a dispersal of all energies that it touches, including thermal, chemical, potential, and kinetic. The resulting effect is the disintegration of matter into its most basic atoms, with the decomposition of molecules releasing electromagnetic energy. Thankfully for the victims of this manipulation, in its basic form, the rate of entropy is hardly terrifying, with prolonged contact of ten seconds required for true disintegration. Instead, they will likely deal with briefer exposure, resulting in what appears to be black burns devoid of cauterization.
•Entropic Blasts- Once the basics have been learned, each disciple begins to study and apply their gifts in unique ways, becoming adept with the entropic forces they wield. For Damien, this next level comes in focused discharges of the entropic energy that have multiple effects. To reach the power needed for these blasts, he must hold power over the basic entropic energies for a time before the blast becomes available, with a constant influx of power afterwards building to a greater discharge. (This will translate to the blast being available on the second turn after the Hands of Athus Dûn become active, not including turn of activation, with every turn afterwards adding a charge.) Even then, due to extended mastery of his skills, Damien has found that not all of the energy stored must be discharged, and with constant repetition and training, has been able to gain experience in rationing and applying his ability to the fullest effect.
The effects of these blasts are something many do not expect. When released, the energy travels forward in a focused path, disrupting any types of energy within the trajectory, potential, kinetic, or otherwise, and causes it to radiate from the blast in a concussive shockwave of high magnitude. Any matter caught in the blast itself is also majorly reduced, much of the entropy reducing it to the most basic of atoms.What makes this ability most dangerous is the fact that, the greater the energy within the projected path, the more powerful the shockwave. (For combat's sake, each charge adds a volume of one and a half feet cubed. The dimensions of length, width, and height can be altered as long as they apply to the designated volume.)
History:
For the many men in the backwoods of Romania that Damien was raised in, an option was present: to escape from the mundane lives the world had to offer, to be free of the chores society thrust on you. Whether wealthy or poor, it was an appealing offer, one that many took. To join the ranks of Athus Dûn, to spread his influence to the world around him. But while it was a tempting offer for the masses, it was not one Damien chose. No, he was born into it, and was under the watchful eye of Athus Dûn from the start of life.While many of the disciples spent their early life puzzling over what their leader exactly was, and whether he was truly human, Damien accepted what was as what is. Never did he question what he was told. He only did as he was instructed. Due to this unobstructed focus, it was no wonder when the young boy was among the younger disciples to receive the blessing and gifts of their leader. And with the pride of his two parents, faithful followers of the Chaos King, he quickly excelled in his studies and training.
Until he finally became a useful tool. At the age of sixteen he would be sent after his first target. At the age of seventeen, he would kill his first political leader. Every month, every job saw him grow more and more, his skill expanding beyond those even older than him.
By the time he reached twenty-one, he'd become Athus Dûn greatest asset and tool. So the chaotic entity had an idea. He allowed Damien complete control over his actions. He could go where he wanted, kill who he liked... all in the name of chaos.
Name: Damien Strain
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 167 lbs.
•Abusive Training- While many can claim mastery over some officially named martial art and apply it to combat, Damien had no such luck, instead receiving his combat skills from a grueling process where adversaries of skill just over him where provided, forcing him to adapt to handle his enemies. Two effects came from this: a unique fighting style that lies under no branch of the martial arts, providing an adaptable, unpatterned approach, and a high tolerance to pain, a nuisance he pushed pass in order to excel.
•Mind for Battle- Adrenaline is a force that drives many fighters during times of duress, allowing them feats otherwise inexcessible under normal training, with a tradeoff in clear logical application and a reliance on instinct. However, the hands of Athus Dûn can afford no such sacrifice, and have instead learned how to control their emotional output, thereby triggering this adrenaline under their terms. By doing so, a higher level of combat capability is provided, with the mind instead retaining full control even under the effects of selective adrenaline rushes.
•Entropic Resistance- The skills of the pupils of Athus Dûn are extensive and varied with each apprentice, but what carries through each of their rigorous studies is the use of entropic forces, an ability that first requires resistance to these very energies. As such, each member of the sect is uneffected by the forces they tamper with, whether they control them or another does.
•The Hands of Athus Dûn- Each disciple of the sect is taught the most basic levels of entropic manipulation, with the ability to summon these forces and have them manifest in tandem with the body. Most often, this results in an entropic field around the fists, illustrated by what can best be described as burgundy flames surrounding the hands and wrists. What these do to any other than the apprentices is intriguing. Stinging to the degree of dry ice, it seems the field causes a dispersal of all energies that it touches, including thermal, chemical, potential, and kinetic. The resulting effect is the disintegration of matter into its most basic atoms, with the decomposition of molecules releasing electromagnetic energy. Thankfully for the victims of this manipulation, in its basic form, the rate of entropy is hardly terrifying, with prolonged contact of ten seconds required for true disintegration. Instead, they will likely deal with briefer exposure, resulting in what appears to be black burns devoid of cauterization.
•Entropic Blasts- Once the basics have been learned, each disciple begins to study and apply their gifts in unique ways, becoming adept with the entropic forces they wield. For Damien, this next level comes in focused discharges of the entropic energy that have multiple effects. To reach the power needed for these blasts, he must hold power over the basic entropic energies for a time before the blast becomes available, with a constant influx of power afterwards building to a greater discharge. (This will translate to the blast being available on the second turn after the Hands of Athus Dûn become active, not including turn of activation, with every turn afterwards adding a charge.) Even then, due to extended mastery of his skills, Damien has found that not all of the energy stored must be discharged, and with constant repetition and training, has been able to gain experience in rationing and applying his ability to the fullest effect.
The effects of these blasts are something many do not expect. When released, the energy travels forward in a focused path, disrupting any types of energy within the trajectory, potential, kinetic, or otherwise, and causes it to radiate from the blast in a concussive shockwave of high magnitude. Any matter caught in the blast itself is also majorly reduced, much of the entropy reducing it to the most basic of atoms.What makes this ability most dangerous is the fact that, the greater the energy within the projected path, the more powerful the shockwave. (For combat's sake, each charge adds a volume of one and a half feet cubed. The dimensions of length, width, and height can be altered as long as they apply to the designated volume.)
While many of the disciples spent their early life puzzling over what their leader exactly was, and whether he was truly human, Damien accepted what was as what is. Never did he question what he was told. He only did as he was instructed. Due to this unobstructed focus, it was no wonder when the young boy was among the younger disciples to receive the blessing and gifts of their leader. And with the pride of his two parents, faithful followers of the Chaos King, he quickly excelled in his studies and training.
Until he finally became a useful tool. At the age of sixteen he would be sent after his first target. At the age of seventeen, he would kill his first political leader. Every month, every job saw him grow more and more, his skill expanding beyond those even older than him.
By the time he reached twenty-one, he'd become Athus Dûn greatest asset and tool. So the chaotic entity had an idea. He allowed Damien complete control over his actions. He could go where he wanted, kill who he liked... all in the name of chaos.
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 167 lbs.
Physical Description:
Constant training and athleticism have sculpted this fighter into a well developed weapon, the pink musculature that ripples underground his skin lean, with top performing capabilities in strength, speed, and endurance. Over this powerful interior, olive hued skin stretches over each tendon, profiling his physical prowess well where cloth doesn't hide his figure. In the face, he resembles a powerful, militaristic man, a square, pronounced jawline resting above a powerful neck that slopes towards his shoulders. His nose, slightly curved down, continues up and between to almond shaped eyes with irises of the darkest chocolate, which sit below slightly arched eyebrows. At his hairline, a widow's peak gives him a well defined forehead, the deep brown locks flowing up in a short hairstyle reminiscent of a slightly grown out buzzcut.Skills/Abilities:
•Trained Physique- Those who spend time to learn often know how best to strike an opponent, studying anatomy and physiology in order to exploit the natural weaknesses of the human body. Damien, however, applied it in a new way, instead using the knowledge in order to enhance awareness of his own body, giving him greater control over muscle use, something applied in such ways as to get maximum force behind a blow or even tense the correct tendons to shield a weaker point of the body.•Abusive Training- While many can claim mastery over some officially named martial art and apply it to combat, Damien had no such luck, instead receiving his combat skills from a grueling process where adversaries of skill just over him where provided, forcing him to adapt to handle his enemies. Two effects came from this: a unique fighting style that lies under no branch of the martial arts, providing an adaptable, unpatterned approach, and a high tolerance to pain, a nuisance he pushed pass in order to excel.
•Mind for Battle- Adrenaline is a force that drives many fighters during times of duress, allowing them feats otherwise inexcessible under normal training, with a tradeoff in clear logical application and a reliance on instinct. However, the hands of Athus Dûn can afford no such sacrifice, and have instead learned how to control their emotional output, thereby triggering this adrenaline under their terms. By doing so, a higher level of combat capability is provided, with the mind instead retaining full control even under the effects of selective adrenaline rushes.
•Entropic Resistance- The skills of the pupils of Athus Dûn are extensive and varied with each apprentice, but what carries through each of their rigorous studies is the use of entropic forces, an ability that first requires resistance to these very energies. As such, each member of the sect is uneffected by the forces they tamper with, whether they control them or another does.
•The Hands of Athus Dûn- Each disciple of the sect is taught the most basic levels of entropic manipulation, with the ability to summon these forces and have them manifest in tandem with the body. Most often, this results in an entropic field around the fists, illustrated by what can best be described as burgundy flames surrounding the hands and wrists. What these do to any other than the apprentices is intriguing. Stinging to the degree of dry ice, it seems the field causes a dispersal of all energies that it touches, including thermal, chemical, potential, and kinetic. The resulting effect is the disintegration of matter into its most basic atoms, with the decomposition of molecules releasing electromagnetic energy. Thankfully for the victims of this manipulation, in its basic form, the rate of entropy is hardly terrifying, with prolonged contact of ten seconds required for true disintegration. Instead, they will likely deal with briefer exposure, resulting in what appears to be black burns devoid of cauterization.
•Entropic Blasts- Once the basics have been learned, each disciple begins to study and apply their gifts in unique ways, becoming adept with the entropic forces they wield. For Damien, this next level comes in focused discharges of the entropic energy that have multiple effects. To reach the power needed for these blasts, he must hold power over the basic entropic energies for a time before the blast becomes available, with a constant influx of power afterwards building to a greater discharge. (This will translate to the blast being available on the second turn after the Hands of Athus Dûn become active, not including turn of activation, with every turn afterwards adding a charge.) Even then, due to extended mastery of his skills, Damien has found that not all of the energy stored must be discharged, and with constant repetition and training, has been able to gain experience in rationing and applying his ability to the fullest effect.
The effects of these blasts are something many do not expect. When released, the energy travels forward in a focused path, disrupting any types of energy within the trajectory, potential, kinetic, or otherwise, and causes it to radiate from the blast in a concussive shockwave of high magnitude. Any matter caught in the blast itself is also majorly reduced, much of the entropy reducing it to the most basic of atoms.What makes this ability most dangerous is the fact that, the greater the energy within the projected path, the more powerful the shockwave. (For combat's sake, each charge adds a volume of one and a half feet cubed. The dimensions of length, width, and height can be altered as long as they apply to the designated volume.)
History:
For the many men in the backwoods of Romania that Damien was raised in, an option was present: to escape from the mundane lives the world had to offer, to be free of the chores society thrust on you. Whether wealthy or poor, it was an appealing offer, one that many took. To join the ranks of Athus Dûn, to spread his influence to the world around him. But while it was a tempting offer for the masses, it was not one Damien chose. No, he was born into it, and was under the watchful eye of Athus Dûn from the start of life.While many of the disciples spent their early life puzzling over what their leader exactly was, and whether he was truly human, Damien accepted what was as what is. Never did he question what he was told. He only did as he was instructed. Due to this unobstructed focus, it was no wonder when the young boy was among the younger disciples to receive the blessing and gifts of their leader. And with the pride of his two parents, faithful followers of the Chaos King, he quickly excelled in his studies and training.
Until he finally became a useful tool. At the age of sixteen he would be sent after his first target. At the age of seventeen, he would kill his first political leader. Every month, every job saw him grow more and more, his skill expanding beyond those even older than him.
By the time he reached twenty-one, he'd become Athus Dûn greatest asset and tool. So the chaotic entity had an idea. He allowed Damien complete control over his actions. He could go where he wanted, kill who he liked... all in the name of chaos.
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Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
Is this still open currently, as I would like to participate.
<Snipped quote by Dymion>
...Link?
My signature.
I'll be using the only character currently in my link. Is he good?
Is there enough room for one more jump in?
Dark shadows cast themselves over the rocky surface of the mountainside, as abusive rays of constant heat rained down from the midday sun above. Cool only due to the altitude, it wasn't cold enough for the man perched on a stone in the shade, a knapsack at his feet and a canteen set beside him as he nibbled on the food in his hand. For him, today had been a long, grueling day, the hike started near dawn and continued until now. It was... strenuous, to say the least. Taking a moment to pause, his eyes scaled up the cliffside that faced him, before wondering down the general path he was following. A frown quickly appeared on his face. It didn't look good, really. A bunch of rocks and steep slopes, loose gravel along the way... It wasn't going to be easy. Shaking his head slightly, his gaze swiveled to stare at the protein bar he was munching. At least he had the energy. With a quick movement, he bit into the source of satisfaction, before he reached over and unscrewed the canteen, taking a swig of the water inside. Then, screwing the lid, replaced it into the backpack, and finished off the protein bar. It was time to move on.
The rest of the day was spent struggling up and over the multiple mountainous bodies of the range. The place he was trying to get to had apparently been selected based off remoteness. It couldn't be reached by land transport, and aviators had a superstitious avoidance of the area. Plus, skydiving in mountains wasn't recommended. Still, the journey would hopefully be worth the effort, if the small rumors Damien had picked up were true. Tales of the power of the Moschets, of their strange, supposed heritage, and the way in which they were... extinguished. It was the disciple's hope that, despite the multiple ransacking that had likely taken place over the years, there was something of worth left. Something he could use. But the first step was to get there.
By the time he reached the specific rocky facade he needed, night had surrounded the young man. When he'd first seen it, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, impressed by the Mochet's ability to get competent architects way out here. The arches looked well made. And the pillars had definitely survived time. Overall, it looked rather pristine. Not that he cared. This was just an in and out; in to search for anything of value, then out of here, preferably with some artifact.
The cool night air was a blessing for the hiker on the rest of his pilgrimage, a relief from the constant punishment of heat the day had brought. And with the benefits of an easier road to the mountain, likely a result of culturing by the former inhabitants, Damien felt revitalized by the time he made it to the Moschet Museum, left hand resting on a pillar as his other rested on his leg. Even his brown vest, with its buttons snapped to keep it closed, and his cotton trousers, comfortably fit, we're devoid of the large amounts of sweat the journey had created. And with the break he'd taken just before getting here, he felt oddly revitalized. A huge relief.
The rest of the day was spent struggling up and over the multiple mountainous bodies of the range. The place he was trying to get to had apparently been selected based off remoteness. It couldn't be reached by land transport, and aviators had a superstitious avoidance of the area. Plus, skydiving in mountains wasn't recommended. Still, the journey would hopefully be worth the effort, if the small rumors Damien had picked up were true. Tales of the power of the Moschets, of their strange, supposed heritage, and the way in which they were... extinguished. It was the disciple's hope that, despite the multiple ransacking that had likely taken place over the years, there was something of worth left. Something he could use. But the first step was to get there.
By the time he reached the specific rocky facade he needed, night had surrounded the young man. When he'd first seen it, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, impressed by the Mochet's ability to get competent architects way out here. The arches looked well made. And the pillars had definitely survived time. Overall, it looked rather pristine. Not that he cared. This was just an in and out; in to search for anything of value, then out of here, preferably with some artifact.
The cool night air was a blessing for the hiker on the rest of his pilgrimage, a relief from the constant punishment of heat the day had brought. And with the benefits of an easier road to the mountain, likely a result of culturing by the former inhabitants, Damien felt revitalized by the time he made it to the Moschet Museum, left hand resting on a pillar as his other rested on his leg. Even his brown vest, with its buttons snapped to keep it closed, and his cotton trousers, comfortably fit, we're devoid of the large amounts of sweat the journey had created. And with the break he'd taken just before getting here, he felt oddly revitalized. A huge relief.
Sounds good. I actually already have my story of why I'm even there.
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