Lumiere

Distorted : The Abyssal Zone

Small but still interesting.

The Below: Beyond

Certainly interesting.

Make a wish, corrupt a wish.

Granted, but you have to endure the telepathic screams of any living thing you ever step on or harm, indirectly or otherwise.

I wish for retroactive retribution upon this very wish I'm making and the physiological nature of it being granted.

A Tale of Three Moons

Smooth crystalline eyes softly clicked from Kyros back to his ward as she spoke. Unblinkingly taking in the information and bridging lines of knowledge, Kaite's cognitive map was left to speculate where 'Gabir' even was relative to home. It was disappointingly little to go on, bringing to light a greater issue regarding which direction the ship had even traveled in. Kaite burnt the end of the branch, recentralizing 'location' around an idea of geographic area rather than a series of buildings that happens to have a name. The doll would never be so rude to assume those in proximity had extensive navigational awareness to the point of being able to read off exact coordinates.
In the end, Kaite was only left with a better way to ask the same question. However, for the time being, the young woman had been nice enough to submit to questioning. "Mmh, szank you, miss-" he had began, having been about to coyly request her name through implication that she would finish the sentence before her associate's voice boomed in challenge leveled towards the individual whom was responsible for the quickly reassimilating porcelain hand.

Loud noises. The tension of muscle and sinew. Focused eyes.
Action, however, was halted by a simple recap of the Branch and its roots. The individual now identified as 'Weiland' failed to match any similarities to even the late lord though being of roughly the same age. Even though there were pedestrians and bystanders who could be in danger of the large man now identified as 'Kryos' by the girl the doll had been speaking to, the danger held little of Kaite's apparent interest.
Protecting strangers was not Kaite's primary responsibility.

Instead, more faces emerged from the sea of continuously registered 'negligible threats'. A boy chastised the two men who were no doubt best of friends for all Kaite cared to note about them; had Kyros simply come in swinging, the case would be considerably different.
A quick and idle scan sized him as being around the age of the missing young lord and matching in appearance to an upwards of an 80% accurate match. Blonde hair and all, perhaps a bit older with a less pronounced nasal bridge. Their foreign accent was clearly not Isparian and rehearsal of a substitute vocal inflection would have needed to be practiced for considerably longer than the young heir had been away. It was a disappointingly insufficient of a score, earning little more than a passing glance as Kaite's attention was then drawn to the next individual attempting to glean attention from the psuedo-crowd which had built itself in the middle of the street.

In response to being asked if they required assistant, Kaite released their hold on their own wrist, lifting the daintily mesh-covered arm. Having been holding all of the pieces together, the damage had mostly fused itself back together. The hand snapped to a fist with a metallic chime of ceramisteel impacting itself. The material creaked around the complexities of the primary ball joint in the place of a wrist, various cracks still visible. "I am serviceable..." Kaite replied, offering an intendedly reassuring and pleasant smile.

So many strangers all at once. Typically, Kaite would only have a few selected lines for greeting, taking coats, coordinating parlor games, extracting information and farewells. Having to adapt to strangers on the fly was quickly becoming difficult to manage as those he had been just speaking with blinked in and out of registry as Kaite 'remembered' they existed. From this, crowds swiftly earned a place in an 'aversion' subcategory.

Like a lightswitch, the mood appeared to change while Kaite was distracted, the red highlighted visage of Kyros unintentionally introducing the girl he had spoke with as 'Euterpe' before inviting everyone to engage in soup and dinner. So soon it was said and the bowls of still faintly steaming warm food were ushered into the boy who was not the Heir and the recent hand-curious associate's own hands.
Then the eyes of the giant fell on Kaite who returned the look with direct eye contact, being the polite thing to do in acknowledging that you had their attention.
The offer to also be provided with food confused Kaite who was not accustomed to being invited to participate in such events on account of how he did not eat the way the lords or their guests did; a display described as 'unappetizing' and 'unsettling'.

"I must decline zeh offer ouf food, Sehr Kyros. Iz...not vaht I...do" Kaite vaguely explained in a cordial manner with scripted pauses intended to add emphasis to the inflections. The way he spoke sounded eerily careful and planned, as if he indeed had a grasp of common tongue and was poorly feinting hesitance on purpose. "Ehn I vould request you cease zee molestation ouf tenders az zehy have a task zeht need be performed" Kaite continued, bowing his head for a moment as he finished with, "-Alzough I vould be obliged to accompany zee collective 'you'; company ehn caskets, as zee expression goes, ah?"
The allusion to whatever grim foreign saying Kaite referenced was backed with a light chirp of a laugh which quickly tapered off.

Logic Branch

Ascertain location --> Ascertain proper geological placement relative to Ispar -->
Attend 'Soup' and 'Dinner'? -->

Euterpe --> Young. In association with 'Kyros'. Nervous.
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First impressions attempted --> Performed poorly due to {A CRITICAL ERROR HAS OCCURRED: CLASS JAESTEK} --> Reevaluate damage report --> {A CRITICAL ERROR HAS OCCURRED. DAMAGED CONTENT SUPPRESSED} --> The girl is alive and appears well. <--> Stem burned. Discontinuing damaged logic instance.

Kyros --> Age undetermined. Large. Loud. In association with 'Euterpe'. In association with 'Weiland'.
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Redesignate RED --> Redesignate YELLOW --> Redesignate GREEN pending further interaction.

Weiland --> Estimated middle-aged. Clumsy. In association with 'Kyros'.

@Eisenhorn@ShwiggityShwah@sntabe@Starberries@Tenma Tendo

A Tale of Three Moons

Minutes spent waiting while tenders, true to their name, tended to a rather large and loud individual. A few times, Kaite had been left to wait in spite of attempting to hail the otherwise unoccupied person. Ideally, their job should be to tend, made especially easy by the lack of other patrons, save the aforementioned fellow. There were clear reasons for this, though none caught in the construct's social filter which only acknowledged the inconvenience in being made to wait. While waiting, Kaite ran recollections on any region with such inefficient customs before the man proceeded to abscond with a few more bowls in a display that made such behavior seem commonplace. The notion was reinforced by the lack of opposition from the teller. Clearly this person was versed in the event and the region; the scene finally making sense to Kaite as the man must be of importance or hold rapport with the tender who'd let them have free food.

In the hubbub of the bustling crowd, Kaite stiffly stood to watch the monolith of a man parade himself in a balancing act through the crowd with soups a-plenty. An icon of triumph, statuesque composure preserved as he held the pose while Kaite stood to reason they were the ones to be bothered about such matters.
Kaite navigated the crowd with ease, snaking their way in lock step with patrons and cross-stepping to keep pace and weave between bodies. In spite of the displayed dexterity, the construct was hardly a fan of tight crowds. There was always everyone to always watch, never knowing but always being prepared for a face to reveal itself and its malicious intentions towards......
Thankfully, the man stopped to apparently greet someone in front of them. It was all the better, as of course two people could answer maybe one question.

Kaite stopped behind Kyros, reaching up and tapping them as close to the shoulder as they could reach. What shoulder that he could gain purchase to received a tap on. Insistently, the implications behind the force of each of the three taps being deliberately clear that Kaite was not intending on trying to get the titan of a man's attention in a similar manner a second time.
Upon opening his mouth to speak, Kaite was blindsided by Weiland who'd walked right into the lightweight construct and knocked them over. Well, more like tipped over, as Kaite stiffly started to lean from the stiff bump enough for a foot to come off the ground. His eyes darted to the ground with an audible 'click', reaching out the raised 'tapping' hand to catch himself. A popping sound like splitting ice and crunching glass barked from Kaite's hand for a moment, having firmly caught himself and now shifting a leg to stand himself back up, a glittering dust lightly drifted from his sleeve. "Accidents, zehy happen" Kaite chirped, reaching his good hand over to roll the central joint of his shattered wrist back into place. Brushing off his sleeve after standing, a faint snap signified a brief moment where the whole mess came loose. Kaite was luckily quick enough to catch his hand still inside the webbing of the glove and hold it in place to better fuse.

"Now zehn. Vould eihzer ouf you...three-" Kaite said, regarding the young Euterpe with a nod after realizing their presence as being the one talking to the towering individual. Something stuck in the middle of the construct's action of acknowledging the child, their eyes fixing with theirs' for a palpable moment. The pupils shown solid white with a blank glint as if it wasn't even truly seeing with them but there was still a silent regard. A solid single count, then looking back between Weiland and Kyros whom he had hoped he'd gain the attention of before continuing, "...May I ask vehr zeis iz? Zee city, such as eit iz."

Logic Branch

Discern nature of odd food --> Deemed irrelevant.

{The girl is- }
The girl is alive and appears well.

Ascertain location -->

@Eisenhorn@ShwiggityShwah@Tenma Tendo

A Tale of Three Moons

A foreman from the fleet of airships had been storming around the fairgrounds, collecting a few of the crewmen who'd rather carouse than finish offloading. They couldn't be entirely blamed, however, as the crew of the 'Feldraeiser' were quickly beset with what whispers spoke of: a haunting.
Soon after leaving port in Ispar, workers had begun hearing strange noises from the lower decks. Originally thought to be an issue with the pumps, maintenance promptly responded though hadn't found anything wrong. It would not be until that night when the 'noise' was heard again. It was described as soft and melodic, like singing, but when security nearly tore the cargo hold apart while looking for stowaways, there wasn't a single trace to be found. The crew had been on edge for the rest of the voyage, especially since the noises never stopped for too long unless someone was in the hold.
It was a solid idea, security drew straws and worked out a rotation to patrol their own ship, and the noises stopped. Unfortunately, for efficiency reasons because of the crew's demand for proper rest in the five day journey often left only a single armed and armored sailor to wait in the silence. "Even time vould hold eits breath, sittink zehr in zee dim lights, knowink vahtever eit iz you're lookink for...vell...you knew eit vahs vahtchink you. Vhy else vould eit be so quiet?" recounted a hunched sailor over her drink which they intended to lay low for long enough to finish, in spite of the foreman who sifted through the crowd of other (sea...sky-men?) before giving up.
It was just last night that the watch broke, the young man left in the hold having reportedly been 'just sitting for a bit' during their shift when they 'suddenly realized' they were hearing the singing again coming from sounded like right next to them. He damn near woke up the whole boat, tearing out of the hold like something desperately fast trying to escape something they--

The arguably meta simile dragged on in that narration while dock workers offloaded the airships that had flown in to supply festivities and people to enjoy such festivities, alike. Among the ships in drydock was an older craft of typical human design, 'Feldraeiser' embossed on a large metal plate on either side's supplementary hull armor. Ex military, its armored ammo storages now servicing as a vault for valuable cargo which crates were retrieved from and stacked on the walkways to be later delivered.

A crate marked to contain Isparian silks and tapestries was the last to be stacked, the crew moving on to the next ship just in time to turn away from the lid of the crate lifting corner by corner. Creaking open, Kaite stood with the lid, conspicuously looking around before stepping out and reaching back in for a moment to withdraw his hat. Easing the lid back on for the nail-holes to even line up, the evidence of his involvement was erased.

First, he walked, merely to create distance and increase coverable ground while 'looking', but there was so much to look at.
People with foods all of a similar nature but varying enough for styles to be unique, their variations made it impossible to discern the 'right' way save for adhering to the baseline themes. With so much attention being given to the culinary confection of the convention, Kaite made a mental note to uncover a common recipe for future replication. For the time being, there was business to take care of like find out where he even was. Two birds with one stone, he approached the collection of stalls to search for an unoccupied tender. A mounting troublesome task, given the nature of the event.

Logic Branch

Started looking --> Reported death of The Lord --> Attempted appeal --> Attempted evasion of apprehension --> [Content suppressed] --> Obstacle neutralized --> Obstacle neutralized --> Obstacle neutralized --> {Content corrupted} --> [Content suppressed] --> Potential obstacle neutralized --> Clean --> Did right --> Did right.
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Abandoned reporting death of The Lord --> Evaded detection --> Travel secured --> Fled Ispar.

Sang for the crew --> Did right.

Ascertain location -->

Discern nature of odd food -->

A Tale of Three Moons

Kaite

Name: Kaite (Pronounced 'Kite')
Age: 99 (Modeled to appear 18ish)
Sex: N/A (Androgynous (Male Pronouns))

Race

Magical Construct (Ceramisteel golem)

The pride of craftsman and coffer alike, art given life to serve. Such as a golem is, they are wholly/mostly constructed of a single material. 'Ceramisteel' is the name of a process where in an enchanted compound is infused into porcelain to grant it near metal-like properties (Listed below in 'Abilities' ). Due to the need of pure components of a rare nature to assemble the core from, the commissioning of capable artificers to craft the porcelain default and magitechnicians to bind the essence of a soulgem to the core, instances of this variety of golem are uncommon. Money often being an issue.

Typically, a golem follows orders to the will of the master who commands it. However, vague orders will often be met with improvisation based on previous commands. Such an order prior to the death of a master has been observed to cause a golem to tirelessly perform a task without end before defaulting to common constants.
Posed with a vague demand such as 'avenge me' from a dying master, the web of possibilities spread out so much so that the construct's decision making processes mimic sentience in pursuit of the goal.

Appearance

A doll standing at 5'6, flat-heeled knee-high boots bump this up to 5'8. Typically clad in his old servant's attire (at least in the start of the thread), under it he wears what would equate to a black leather form-fitting tanktop with flexible layered scales reinforcing the chest and abdomen. A pair of matching bracers fixed to arm guards are kept under the sleeves of their servant's attire, custom made and designed to inconspicuously protect without giving the impression of the apparently meek servant actually being an armed guard.
The trend continues with greaves and cuisses of the set lacking poleyn for flexibility, all belted to the legs over mid-thigh socks fixed with garters running up snug, fitted and broad-belted leather short-shorts.
Great care was taken to detail the doll's androgynously lithe design; resources and funding must not have been an object in procuring and tailoring the quality material to protect the owner's investment, light of armor as it is.

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Backstory:
Kaite was commissioned by the Sinclair family almost one hundred years ago as a display of wealth and influence. This thankfully resulted in a well spent investment which would go on to save the duchess from a group of thieves while returning from the market, later that same week. Through the years, Kaite served as everything from an advisor to a surrogate mother figure to an executioner. This life spent adapting to the twists and turns of expected unquestioning obedience was not often the easiest, but it was still life and it was genuinely worth it to serve.

Now?

The duke lies dead, his wife and youngest son, heir to the bloodline's estates, having absconded to parts unknown after the anonymous threats against the man's life. Simply ordered to 'protect the family' would not do without knowledge of where the woman had taken the young master...and evidenced by the pool of blood, Kaite's abilities were wanting in that department. It seemed like it would be rude to begin cleaning the mess while the duke was actively making it, but the man thankfully had one final task. "Dear Kaite...do right...pro..protect the family...a-and avenge...mmeeehh..."
Simple enough: by silencing the ones who would threaten the family, the...nnnnoow, now dead master would be avenged and the bloodline preserved.
This, of course, was anything but simple since the construct had never left the grounds for any reason other than to fetch groceries or attend balls with the duke and his lineage. Standing at the scene and frozen while watching blood seep into the carpeting, orders argued against themselves for a solid minute before Kaite simply bowed and turned heel to leave and speaking, "Ouf course, sir" with dignified resolution behind the accent they were built with.
Kaite had nowhere to begin, the duke likely having countless enemies to varying degrees of motive and capability to pull off the deed. Many were former associates from distant parts. So began the first independent branch of logic the construct conceived, 'Start looking'.

Personality:
Kaite was built and trained to be polite and eloquent to the letter, though unwisely prompted to function on logic and read organics for cues, ideally to take initiative. This has led to him being a bit poor at dealing with romantics, though patient with ranting outbursts that he'd bore witness to a fair share of. However, there is no telling how much he 'took to heart' in a number of instances over the years of serving the family when confronted about his machine-like nature. Because of the changing tastes of the Sinclair lineage, Kaite has grown proficient in feinting emotions, preferences and even dispositions for the sake of pretending to be more human. The recent decades have instilled an almost sultry string, learning to be subtly manipulative mostly in the way of discouraging radical action or even reasoning. Still, words alone do not slay trespassers, and only sentient souls feel remorse for their actions or hesitate on orders conflicting with common morals. At the very least, most would not do so with a hauntingly pleasant smile.
Kaite is highly inexperienced with the outside world and how people work without direction. At the very least, he endeavors to be adaptive and accommodating.

Skills:
The Late Lord's Servant - Typical subroutines like cooking and playing instruments of certain string varieties or pianos. Hundreds of recipes have been etched into Kaite's mind including a few foreign delicacies. However, these techniques are performed best with the proper tools and ingredients as Kaite will seldom deviate from the text. As such, these skills are nearly useless on the road as Kaite lacks the imagination to improvise meals from scratch.
Simple tasks like mending weathered or damaged attire come with ease due to machine precision in repetitive tasks. This would extend to crocheting, though his first attempt was a scarf nearly twenty feet long before being stopped when the matron of the house returned from having left the room for 'just a moment'.

The Late Lord's Guard Dog - Kaite was first trained in anatomy and first aid, to save lives and tend to the ailing of injury or illness (unable to contract biological diseases of obvious reasons). Next, the Duke's clever pet was taught how to end lives, and how to most efficiently go about it...and what the command was to be 'inefficient'. Such as it is, Kaite is skilled with light blades such as rapiers as well as an understanding of guns. He isn't the most practiced in 'guns' as they tend to be loud and messy...and he's the one who has to clean up the mess.

Abilities:
"Ahnciel" Ceramisteel Frame (Passive Unupgradable) - Compact and durable, damage to the material will eventually heal with chunks broken off from the core slowly dissipating into mundane sand while voids fill. The process can be expedited by collecting and piecing the damage back together, though this is a tedious process that only Kaite truly knows the solution to. Regardless, it makes the difference between regrowing an arm and fusing a crack. Due to the composition of Kaite's frame, most piercing and mild slash attacks are negligible in threat, while heavy impact, especially blunt, can be devastating.

"Olos" Arcana Cannon (Combat Subsystems Lv1) - An allowance of energy collected by Kaite's heart is transferred into his left arm over time such that it is always charging if possible. The design is grossly inefficient where in its basic function, it expels a nearly full charge in as many as two powerful bursts of immolating force with a max reach of 5m. Each caseless shot fires in a spike-shaped emission from the palm, causing a concussive vacuum around the point of origin. Shot power is gauged with inhibitors aware of Kaite's structural integrity to prevent the unit from possibly blowing its own arm off with the force of firing both shots simultaneously or in rapid succession.

Inventory:
Left abruptly without considering supplies save for what they were armed with at the time, a custom pappenheimer rapier, standard issue and keen enough for civil defense against most things with a pulse. It was his sword, one of his few true possessions aside from his attire.

Theme song: Theme 1 and Theme 2 (Instrumental)

Misc:
- Speaks vith zee slightest ouf accents vhich I vill be inflictink upon readers.
- Has an irrational fear aversion to deep water, likely due to awareness of their lack of buoyancy.
- Likes arthropods, feeling a hollow sense of kinship with them.
- The "Liminality" Hextech Heart (Core System) serves as Kaite's 'brain'. A binding of precious metals and soul gem sections, the vaguely heart-shaped object anomalously beats in Kaite's chest. The lone psuedo-organ processes all thought and grants the ceramisteel frame locomotion. The heart links to leylines and absorbs ambient essence from the environment to feed itself and power subsystems. The heart can shield itself from a limited amount of damage, but damage is critical in any instance. While the qualities of the frame carry on to the core, cognitive process is a delicate thing that required decades to hone, and heals much slower...if at all.

**Optional**
Relationship sheet:
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A Tale of Three Moons

Led along like a...

Name: Kaite (Pronounced 'Kite')
Age: 99 (Modeled to appear 18ish)
Sex: N/A (Androgynous (Male Pronouns))

Race

Magical Construct (Ceramisteel golem)

The pride of craftsman and coffer alike, art given life to serve. Such as a golem is, they are wholly/mostly constructed of a single material. 'Ceramisteel' is the name of a process where in an enchanted compound is infused into porcelain to grant it near metal-like properties (Listed below in 'Abilities' ). Due to the need of pure components of a rare nature to assemble the core from, the commissioning of capable artificers to craft the porcelain default and magitechnicians to bind the essence of a soulgem to the core, instances of this variety of golem are uncommon. Money often being an issue.

Typically, a golem follows orders to the will of the master who commands it. However, vague orders will often be met with improvisation based on previous commands. Such an order prior to the death of a master has been observed to cause a golem to tirelessly perform a task without end before defaulting to common constants.
Posed with a vague demand such as 'avenge me' from a dying master, the web of possibilities spread out so much so that the construct's decision making processes mimic sentience in pursuit of the goal.

Appearance

A doll standing at 5'6, flat-heeled knee-high boots bump this up to 5'8. Typically clad in his old servant's attire (at least in the start of the thread), under it he wears what would equate to a black leather form-fitting tanktop with flexible layered scales reinforcing the chest and abdomen. A pair of matching bracers fixed to arm guards are kept under the sleeves of their servant's attire, custom made and designed to inconspicuously protect without giving the impression of the apparently meek servant actually being an armed guard.
The trend continues with greaves and cuisses of the set lacking poleyn for flexibility, all belted to the legs over mid-thigh socks fixed with garters running up snug, fitted and broad-belted leather short-shorts.
Great care was taken to detail the doll's androgynously lithe design; resources and funding must not have been an object in procuring and tailoring the quality material to protect the owner's investment, light of armor as it is.

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Backstory:
Kaite was commissioned by the Sinclair family almost one hundred years ago as a display of wealth and influence. This thankfully resulted in a well spent investment which would go on to save the duchess from a group of thieves while returning from the market, later that same week. Through the years, Kaite served as everything from an advisor to a surrogate mother figure to an executioner. This life spent adapting to the twists and turns of expected unquestioning obedience was not often the easiest, but it was still life and it was genuinely worth it to serve.

Now?

The duke lies dead, his wife and youngest son, heir to the bloodline's estates, having absconded to parts unknown after the anonymous threats against the man's life. Simply ordered to 'protect the family' would not do without knowledge of where the woman had taken the young master...and evidenced by the pool of blood, Kaite's abilities were wanting in that department. It seemed like it would be rude to begin cleaning the mess while the duke was actively making it, but the man thankfully had one final task. "Dear Kaite...do right...pro..protect the family...a-and avenge...mmeeehh..."
Simple enough: by silencing the ones who would threaten the family, the...nnnnoow, now dead master would be avenged and the bloodline preserved.
This, of course, was anything but simple since the construct had never left the grounds for any reason other than to fetch groceries or attend balls with the duke and his lineage. Standing at the scene and frozen while watching blood seep into the carpeting, orders argued against themselves for a solid minute before Kaite simply bowed and turned heel to leave and speaking, "Ouf course, sir" with dignified resolution behind the accent they were built with.
Kaite had nowhere to begin, the duke likely having countless enemies to varying degrees of motive and capability to pull off the deed. Many were former associates from distant parts. So began the first independent branch of logic the construct conceived, 'Start looking'.

Personality:
Kaite was built and trained to be polite and eloquent to the letter, though unwisely prompted to function on logic and read organics for cues, ideally to take initiative. This has led to him being a bit poor at dealing with romantics, though patient with ranting outbursts that he'd bore witness to a fair share of. However, there is no telling how much he 'took to heart' in a number of instances over the years of serving the family when confronted about his machine-like nature. Because of the changing tastes of the Sinclair lineage, Kaite has grown proficient in feinting emotions, preferences and even dispositions for the sake of pretending to be more human. The recent decades have instilled an almost sultry string, learning to be subtly manipulative mostly in the way of discouraging radical action or even reasoning. Still, words alone do not slay trespassers, and only sentient souls feel remorse for their actions or hesitate on orders conflicting with common morals. At the very least, most would not do so with a hauntingly pleasant smile.
Kaite is highly inexperienced with the outside world and how people work without direction. At the very least, he endeavors to be adaptive and accommodating.

Skills:
The Late Lord's Servant - Typical subroutines like cooking and playing instruments of certain string varieties or pianos. Hundreds of recipes have been etched into Kaite's mind including a few foreign delicacies. However, these techniques are performed best with the proper tools and ingredients as Kaite will seldom deviate from the text. As such, these skills are nearly useless on the road as Kaite lacks the imagination to improvise meals from scratch.
Simple tasks like mending weathered or damaged attire come with ease due to machine precision in repetitive tasks. This would extend to crocheting, though his first attempt was a scarf nearly twenty feet long before being stopped when the matron of the house returned from having left the room for 'just a moment'.

The Late Lord's Guard Dog - Kaite was first trained in anatomy and first aid, to save lives and tend to the ailing of injury or illness (unable to contract biological diseases of obvious reasons). Next, the Duke's clever pet was taught how to end lives, and how to most efficiently go about it...and what the command was to be 'inefficient'. Such as it is, Kaite is skilled with light blades such as rapiers as well as an understanding of guns. He isn't the most practiced in 'guns' as they tend to be loud and messy...and he's the one who has to clean up the mess.

Abilities:
"Ahnciel" Ceramisteel Frame (Passive Unupgradable) - Compact and durable, damage to the material will eventually heal with chunks broken off from the core slowly dissipating into mundane sand while voids fill. The process can be expedited by collecting and piecing the damage back together, though this is a tedious process that only Kaite truly knows the solution to. Regardless, it makes the difference between regrowing an arm and fusing a crack. Due to the composition of Kaite's frame, most piercing and mild slash attacks are negligible in threat, while heavy impact, especially blunt, can be devastating.

"Olos" Arcana Cannon (Combat Subsystems Lv1) - An allowance of energy collected by Kaite's heart is transferred into his left arm over time such that it is always charging if possible. The design is grossly inefficient where in its basic function, it expels a nearly full charge in as many as two powerful bursts of immolating force with a max reach of 5m. Each caseless shot fires in a spike-shaped emission from the palm, causing a concussive vacuum around the point of origin. Shot power is gauged with inhibitors aware of Kaite's structural integrity to prevent the unit from possibly blowing its own arm off with the force of firing both shots simultaneously or in rapid succession.

Inventory:
Left abruptly without considering supplies save for what they were armed with at the time, a custom pappenheimer rapier, standard issue and keen enough for civil defense against most things with a pulse. It was his sword, one of his few true possessions aside from his attire.

Theme song: Theme 1 and Theme 2 (Instrumental)

Misc:
- Speaks vith zee slightest ouf accents vhich I vill be inflictink upon readers.
- Has an irrational fear aversion to deep water, likely due to awareness of their lack of buoyancy.
- Likes arthropods, feeling a hollow sense of kinship with them.
- The "Liminality" Hextech Heart (Core System) serves as Kaite's 'brain'. A binding of precious metals and soul gem sections, the vaguely heart-shaped object anomalously beats in Kaite's chest. The lone psuedo-organ processes all thought and grants the ceramisteel frame locomotion. The heart links to leylines and absorbs ambient essence from the environment to feed itself and power subsystems. The heart can shield itself from a limited amount of damage, but damage is critical in any instance. While the qualities of the frame carry on to the core, cognitive process is a delicate thing that required decades to hone, and heals much slower...if at all.

**Optional**
Relationship sheet:
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Edit: Sry for the 'edited' mark at the top. I was just cleaning up some spelling and grammar errors.

A Tale of Three Moons

Hi! U:

Would there happen to be room for one more? I have a CS mostly in the works, at the moment.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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