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Alias: Psybeam

Secret ID: Nikolai Vaskis

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Nationality: Russian

Physical Description: Nikolai is of medium height and small build; his bony body shows his lack of physical strength. He has medium length shaggy blonde hair, that on occasion slips over his black framed glasses and blue eyes. His thin lips rarely bend into a smile, and when they do, they reveal two rows of well looked after teeth. His sharp, prominent features are juxtaposed with a thin, almost gaunt face.

Nikolai typically wears a simple hoodie and jeans with trainers, as he cares little for his appearance. His costume is simple a red cape with a purple P stitched into it, tied around whatever he happens to be wearing; Nikolai dislikes wearing even it, as he feels it places him above ordinary people, but it is necessary to alert civilians that he is a friend.



General Personality: Before Nikolai's powers came into full bloom, he was a happy and outgoing child, who was first to smile and last to frown. However, once his power came into full effect, he realised it fed off his emotional, and to a lesser extent, physical energy; if either were drained too much he would become little more than a glorified zombie. Nikolai realised that if he wanted to use his ability to help protect others he needed to store away all emotions, and unleash them only when he needed to activate his power. Over the years Nikolai has trained himself not to display any out ward emotions, and he appears almost robotic in the way he talks and acts around others. He has also come to view life in a different way; he simply sees the world as it is, nothing is either good or bad, it just is for Nikolai.

Secretly, he wishes he could simply return to being a normal, happy guy, but he knows his duty to protect others far outweighs his own personal desires. Nikolai will thus often go out of his way to help others, as it comforts him to see people happy and smiling; if he can't experience his own emotions, then he can at least experience those of others.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Powers/Abilities: Telekinetic- Nikolai has the ability to move objects, both alive and dead, with his mind. By focusing all his raw emotional power on objects, he can move them through the air seemingly by magic. The larger the object and the further the distance it is moved, the more Nikolai's emotions are sucked from him. Extremely large objects can leave him feeling weak for days on end. Due to his ability, Nikolai has to be constantly aware of his environment, as the perfect object to use could present itself at any time; this constant state of awareness has left him with a keen sense of observation. Lastly, while not a superpower, Nikolai is fairly intelligent, having devoted himself to studying and academics after the realisation that he needed to hide his feelings; mathematical equations couldn't make him burst into tears.

Weaknesses: Nikolai is not physically strong and could easily be beaten in a physical fight. His stamina and endurance are also pitiful, and a quick escape is rarely an option. In addition, every time he uses his power it draws from a stored bank of emotions, and his physical strength, so he must choose carefully when to use it; using it too much will suck all the life from him and leave him an emotionless zombie. In addition, when using his ability, Nikolai must focus all his attention on the object(s) that he is moving, and if he is interrupted or distracted while doing so, he can pass out or even die in extreme cases.

Weapon(s): No physical weapons.

Fighting Style: Nikolai prefers to fight from the rear of the battle, or from a vantage point, as it lowers the chances of a physical confrontation.
psychopathickids said
Far more nonsensical than having up to thirty sub actions in a turn that's supposed to cover an entire season, sure. Have fun with that micromanagement nightmare. The point of my solution is that you don't have to spend hours strategizing up to (apparently) thirty posts worth of tactics and maneuvers to either catch up to raiders or, on the flip, raid without being murdered by a vassal's host, not to be realistic, which if you had been paying attention you would have picked up on by now. Also, your contingencies for raiding houses? Do try not to get your head blown off, and keep in mind that anyone whose information on doing anything illegal worth trusting will not be found spouting their immature little finger mouths off on the internet about it. <3


I think he was referring to Houses as in the IC sense of the word e.g manors. Also thank you for the earlier compliment about my nation, that is what I had in mind when I made it. As far as your argument goes, I think it's a good idea to remember Flooby is still making the rules. He probably threw together the rules on raiding quite quickly, so I wouldn't take them as the final version.
I'd like to reserve a spot. Cs will be up later
Do we need to edit our NS to reflect the introduction of vassals, seeing as the fiefs they own won't be paying taxes or contributing to the food supply? Or have I got something wrong? Also Void, your population still says 20,000? Are town populations now added to total populations?
Interested in Knight x Queen or Elf X Human, please send me a PM if you're still looking for people!
My vassal is going to have an unfortunate "accident", I think ;)
I assumed my General died in the last battle as it didn't go very well, so I'm glad to hear he has actually survived. And I'm even happier that I won that battle! I'll get a post up tomorrow or the day after detailing the battle etc
SyrianHamster said
Was your professional army marching on high tower too? Or just the praetorian knights?


Yes, the professional army is. Everything in the nation card.
Quite a short post, as I was at a bit of a loss as to what to write about. Sorry for the delay, the site was down for me yesterday so I couldn't post. Anyway, my full force is attacking the Hightower host, I just wasn't sure where they would be so I left it a bit ambiguous. Hopefully the dice are more kind to me this time. Oh and Panda I'll respond to your letter in my next post.
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The March To War
Blood and sweat were the only two things Vile could remember of the last few weeks. Well, that and shouting. Lots of shouting.

He had been in the dark hole. The deep, dark hole. Alone. Afraid. Then light came. The masters pulled him up, those glorious masters, they saved him from his misery! That's right! They said he was strong and brave and kind and good and other things but he forgot those. They didn't care about his missing arm, oh no, not the lovely masters! They gave him a weapon, a sword. Showed him how to fight the nasty lizards. Punished him when he did it wrong, but didn't kill him. The masters were too merciful to kill little Vile, even when he deserved it. So kind, so lovely. Then, because he was good, the masters let him fight for them in the real army that had arrived, he couldn't remember how many days ago! He could kill lizards for real now, serve the masters and repay them for their kindness. He couldn't wait!

A shout broke his frantic train of thought, and glancing around him, Vile winced, preparing for a beating. Through his pale, near-blind eyes he could make out the distinct features around him. Trampled mud lay underfoot, decorated by the ever-changing of pattern of men's feet as they came and went about the camp. When the rain fell, the imprints of boots filled with water, and Vile could look at his ugly reflection; it was a favourite activity of his. And he truly was ugly, with his slim, scarred green body, and dull features that offered nothing to arouse dislike amongst his masters. He had been bred to please them, even his name was a mockery of his very being. Vile realised none of this, for his mind was preoccupied with feelings of fear and worry. Several men had rushed past him frantically, hastily attempting to pull on greaves or grab a weapon. Vile scratched furiously at a large scab on the side of his face, desperately trying to understand the meaning of this. Thinking was bad, and he hated having to do it. Important things like that should be left to the masters, not Vile.

Fortunately, there was a master on hand to do just that. A boot smashed it's way into Vile's back and sent him sprawling into the squelching swamp below. "Get up you stinking bastard!" a gruff voice called out. "Time to die!" Rising, Vile was greeted by a short, pug nose soldier, who was missing several teeth. "We're marching to war you bloody idiot! Get whatever weapon you can, and form up on the front rank with the rest of your maggot friends! Move!" The order activated an automatic reflex in Vile, and he bolted into action, ready to obey. Clasping his rusty iron sword tightly to his chest, he hurried through the camp.

In his eagerness to please the masters, he hadn't realised he was marching to his death.
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