Sadly, the best thing I've got for long range support is hunting rifles. The Colt Company never got around to making sniper rifles.
I feel like you can easily say that even the most modern Colt can be used/created/summoned by Archer, and then further improved by him too. Hell why can't he make the cross Wolfwood used in Trigun while your at it.
I was indeed referring to the skills, both Personal and Class. Anyways, since you're more or less finished with it, I guess I'm gonna start writing a new summoning post.
Cool. Shoot me over the PM whenever and I'll get to adding those skills.
"Calm down, " he said with a big smile. It was rather cute the way she got offended by his remarks. "I'm sure you know more about French and certain eras of History than I do. I'd even wager you are good at Mathematics and Physics, but there is a deep difference between an ID card and an accredited degree. Visitor it is."
On account of his lateness it was a short day. Thinking through it Jacob couldn't think of anything that stood out to him, besides Charles. The staff and students were all acting normal, no one felt different or had a strange air about them. There wasn't much to go on, being the first day and all. Some students were out as well as some of the staff, considering this there was no way to be sure as to the status of the campus. "Nothing stood out... but." This was life or death, but yet he was hesitating telling the only person he should trust about a potential enemy. If he lied maybe he would find out later that Charles was not a threat. But if he lied how could he expect Assassin to trust him.
Caving in he typed the name into the computer, pulling up what information about Charles Dorvain he could. "I suppose I should tell you about this." Opening his picture he leaned back in his chair, giving his Servant a moment to read his file over. "This is my student, or he was, depends who you ask. He is the only Magus in the area that I know of. Recently we have become distant, but he never did like me much." Jacob thought he knew all of the kid's abilities, but if things were as bad as he feared, he might have been played this whole time. There was no denying that Charles had potential, and the brains to back it up, but his mentor had more experience, and in the world of Magecraft, that was the most valuable resource.
"I'm not afraid of him. If I was worried about the other Magi I would be a sorry excuse for a man. But I can't kill him until I know one way or another. A matter of reputation and honor, two thing that take years to build but moments to break. I've invited myself to his estate this weekend to "fix" our broken relationship. Lucille Chevalier is more than welcome to accompany me." There were at least six other Masters, if this war was like the others. Six lives were nothing, Jacob had killed more than that in his time abroad. Charles was different though, he wasn't like the other Magi. Maybe he would even be an ally. Too many variables he told himself, to many problems. "Was there anything you found interesting? Besides the shopping."
Is that the finished CS already or are you still gonna add some stuff?
That's pretty much it. I could also add the class skills I suppose. His abilities are mostly tied to the Stone, but he defiantly has his secrets. Is there anything specifically you are referring to?
"Assassin be a particularly bangin-ass word. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! There is nuff others like it dat we use mo' often yo, but we save dat particular one fo' special occasions. For example, you cappin' yo' neighbor, you slay yo' enemies, sacrifice yo' allies yo, but you assassinizzle dem of value fo' realz. As a Assassin you fought up in tha game fo' a funky-ass belief, fo' a cold-ass lil cause dat you dedicated yo' body n' ass ta fo' realz. And here yo ass is, thought by tha ghetto ta be worthy of tha Throne. I admire dis yo, but therein lies mah dilemma."
Jacob was busy entering Assassin's identity when she appeared. He was glad she was actually around, had she not been he would look very foolish. She asked a question, but he didn't quite catch her meaning until he turned around and looked at her. Her appearance had changed, more presentable, as rude as that sounds. Her hair was cleaned up and she had real cloths, which raised a whole lot of questions, but he thought them unimportant. "Very nice. It’s a good look for you. If I may ask, did you choose that based on modern fashion or do you yourself like it?"
Turning back to the computer, Jacob made sure that everything was in order. It came down to a few major details, mostly how she was affiliated with the college. "Is a simple visitor badge ok? I can make you a student or assistant with a little more work. Janitor or grounds keeper would be pushing it. Teacher is out of the question." He would have to call in a few favors to get her that high. He could extend the visitor's badge on a weekly basis, something the college did for people who wanted to visit before they attend. The access would be limited to the front door and the library unless she wanted something higher. She could also sit in on his lectures.
@YandereClock I agree with this, but we will use the first summoning as a reference and foundation. Anywho, the CS is down there. Gunna start working on my post for Jacob now.
True Name: Nicolas Flamel Class: Caster Age: 88 Gender: Male Master: Dr. Fumio Nakahara
Noble Phantasm: Philosopher's Stone (Thaumaturgy):
The great stone of legend that can turn worthless metals into gold. This is only a fraction of its abilities. It is a somewhat sentient tool that can bend matter and energies around it, shaping them into different forms and compositions. It can be used to alter materials on an atomic level, making that which was altered nigh-impenetrable or crumble to dust. Cosmology can also be altered by the Stone, changing any of the elements into another.
- The holder is blessed with accelerated healing for as long as they hold it. The more sever the wound the longer the healing will take, but it can cut months of healing down to a few hours. This power is derived from the condensation the stone excretes, which is the fabled Elixir of Life.
With all the materials present, the wielder can change the battle field into a way that benefits himself as well as use it to fight his opponent. The ground can shift, rise and fall. Rocks and chunks of earth can be tossed without so much as touching them. Plants can meld together on a cellular level to form vines and brush to tangle a victim.
Class Skills Territory Creation B Item Construction A
Personal Skills Independent Action A+ Collector C Alchemy EX Magecraft D Numerology C
Appearance: Link (This is the only picture I could find to be appropriate at the time, will keep looking.) A stocky old man of about five feet tall, all the hairs on his face and head are silvery grey. He is deep with wrinkles but his skin does not sag, making him look twenty years younger than he actually is/would be. He changes his attire frequently as his appetites are finicky.
Personality: Nicolas was often dismissed by his peers and fellow alchemists due to his childish nature. He always believed that he would have more time than was needed to accomplish his goals, so at any chance he had he took to jocularity and relaxation. When it comes to the needs of others he is sympathetic and helpful, but knows full well that in order for him to succeed, others might have to fail. However more often than not he will try to help others find a different way to accomplish their goals, one that does not interfere with his path.
Short Biography: Many accounts of who Nicolas Flamel really was are conflicted. Here is the truth. He was born in Paris France, where he lived and worked as a scribe and only dabbled in science and alchemy until he bought a rather curious book titled "The Book of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage". It took him several years to decode the twenty one pages in it, but for his hard work he was rewarded with knowledge far exceeding anyone he had worked with before. The book taught him how to create the Philosopher's Stone, a process that he vowed never to tell anyone and even went so far as to destroy the book, burning it and scattering the ashes over several countries.
From there on forward he lived a luxurious life with his wife. They lived for hundreds of years, traveling the world and seeking out new flavors of life and the people of the world. One day when they decided it was time they used the stone to end their lives, leaving behind no trace of themselves, save for some wild stories and sightings in the seventeenth century.
Other: Even though he is of the Caster class, Nicolas Flamel is a failure as a Magus. With no family history or training, he never built a Mage Crest or the wealth of knowledge that most think necessary. His small pool of Prana in life became expanded in death, though only slightly bigger. The Philosopher's Stone allows him to use what little Prana he has to accomplish great tasks. Without the stone he is little more than an 88 year old man.
