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Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

Victor listened to the girl before him. Slight muscle movements across his face as he was thinking. Positioning himself to stand in front of her within reach he nodded. “Learning to fight and defend yourself makes your ability to survive improve, relying on mages can get you killed if you are getting yourself into trouble. They are only human after all. We are Vampires, we don’t tire, we don’t breath, we don’t sweat, if you’re strong enough you can keep fighting up until the sun rises or just after.”

Without giving any indication on what he was doing, Victor moved with speed no mortal could match. Moving to her left side slowing down enough for her to pick up his movement, striking some invisible foe next to her then suddenly he was behind her again striking at some invisible force with a right rear kick. Again moving to her right and striking something again with a precise and balanced side kick. Every movement fluid, balanced, and well-practiced.

Before she could react he was facing her again in an offensive stance. His left arm in a blocking position while his right hand came at her with a rear straight punch. A strike that could cause serious damage if it connected, but he wasn’t aiming for her. His punch ended with his outstretched hand and closed fist next to her head. He held it there for a few moments to judge her reaction before returning to his standing position.

“Some vampires find fighting as a sport or hobby, for me it is a skill I need for my job. This insures the continued survival of my mage, the civilians, the target, and myself. I am not the strongest, or the fastest, or the toughest. I’m not here to scare you or make you quit I’m here to help you grow but it will be tough. If you’re continually paired with me it will be tougher than what the rest of them go through. But it’s worth it in the end.”

“So right now at this moment I would like you to hit me as hard as you can, remember to swing with your shoulder, your hips, push off with your leg, and don’t close your hand around your thumb. You will not be reprimanded and I will not bock it.”

The Borehole - A Supervillain Prison Break

Kothar

Name:
Dave M Goodrich
Known Aliases:
Kothar
Appearance:
Standing 6'2" and weighing in at 210 lbs. Kothar is currently 35 years old. He is above average in height with dark red hair and darker red facial hair. Keeping the sides of his head shaved and long across the top and back. His beard is kept neat when he can. His body is covered in tattoos that have clean cut lines and points reminiscent of a computer motherboard. They do not have any significance to his ability, its simply something he liked.

Portrait

Psyche Profile:
Subject - 194DY21 - Dave Mac Goodrich - Kothar.
Observant. Quiet. Curious. Calculating. A few terms we have come to identify this "Kothar" as an individual. Although not outright psychotic like some of his fellow inmates. We believe that he is simply biding his time and trying to come off as non-threatening. We are unsure just how long he plans on going about this long con, but it will not matter.

His Alias Kothar comes from an ancient god of the forge from the ancient middle east. This alone promotes the fact that his ego and pride are very prominent and can be used against him. At his peak he described himself as a god of technology. This likely was the reason for his downfall, thinking that he was invincible gave the hero's the opportunity to defeat him.

It has been 248 days since his last incident where he somehow got ahold of a guards watch and quickly turned it into one of his minions. Luckily his dampener stopped him from activating it before it could be destroyed. Again, just another warning as to why no technology of any kind is allowed around him. He may have this guise of being without his faculty's but make no mistake gentleman. The cold-hearted killer that destroyed half a metropolis before being stopped waits just under the surface.

Background:
David was born amongst a small Irish village to Peter and Sarah Goodrich. His upbringing was rather mundane. The only things that stood out where his ability to adapt and learn new technologies, inventions, and his above average build. These talents made him excel through his early years.

Nothing ever presented itself as bad or ominous until he hit puberty, his ability to ‘talk’ to and shape technology around him to better suit his needs and wants. It started slowing with the odd mechanism or toy and soon became a small group of mechanical servants of different shapes and sizes fueled by his will alone. His original intention was to make his parents lives easier. That was until one of his creations went a little haywire.

This creation was meant to cut grass and instead malfunctioned after some local kids damaged it. This thing nearly killed two of these kids before the machine could be brought down. The ensuing backlash forced the family from the village and sent the authorities after David for questioning. In his haste to protect himself from the authorities his creations defended him and ended up killing the two men that were to apprehend him.

Confused and angry that his parents looked at him with fear, he ran. It took him a few years and a few back alleys deals before he was able to fully grasp his abilities and his Alias. Through the technology left in dumpsters, found in scrapyards, and scavenged at flea markets Kothar was born. Through hate, anger, and wanting to make the world more to his liking, he began his tirade across London.

He started small, a tech building here, a train shipment there. Until one day he was able to raid government server banks for information and parts. His creations growing evermore complex. Robots of all shapes and sizes with a reinforced combat suit he made for himself. Sure, local heroes tried to intervene and sometimes they would thwart his plans. He wasn’t invincible just very hard to capture.

It wasn’t until he unveiled his greatest creation, a nanite swarm built to break down organic and inorganic materiel only to replace it with technology to recreate the city. This forced the hands of the more powerful heroes to act against him. Half the city simply melted away before the hero’s defeated him. A super charged pinpoint EMP wiped out his machines and destroyed what they had created.

Kothar was defeated, the scourge of London taken far away. The injuries he sustained during the fight nearly killed him. His machines dismantled and reverse engineered, his tech was now being used against him. A show of humiliation for sure, at least he knew they wouldn’t use the nanites as the world governments outlawed them. Now he waits at the bottom of the borehole for his chance to escape these bonds he created. Bonds that hold many prisoners here, bonds that will be broken again.

Capabilities:
Kothar is a jack of all trades and master of none, but better than a master of one. His training has taught him to be versatile in any situation, being able to modify his tactics and tech on the fly to work any angle in a team or solo operation. From tank, to healer, to ranged heavy hitter. With enough time and resources, he can fill any role. He is also a support role with being able to construct weapons and armor for himself and others as well as making constructs of varying sizes and purposes. His powers alone are not why he is a difficult opponent.

Off the battlefield he is spectacular with any kind of tech, taking only a few moments to understand and adapt to any new technology. He can improve or change various parts of most mechanical objects as well making him a great mechanic.

Power(s):
Technoformation.
Kothar can not absorb technology and metal directly into himself, yet. The best he can do is coat himself in his tech to create his armor and weapons. What he can do is glide through technology on a small scale, this allows him to take apart, shape, and reroute technology and mechanical things without the use of tools. His will alone powers most of the tech he uses himself. Often batteries of some sort will be used to keep the tech he gives to others or his constructs going.

He does have or at least had several cybernetic implants that assist him, the only ones left are the ones behind his eyes and in his head to help with memory processing and eyesight. This helps him process information faster and gives his eyes a magnifying effect and limited night vision. The other three implants help to regulate his internal structures, the ones around his intestines where a result of his combat injuries during his last defeat. The other two are assisting with his lungs and heart to assist with air purification and to keep his heart going no matter what.

His constructs are not to be trifled with either, from sentry drones to repair bots to murder droids they all serve a purpose and are very dangerous. He is still working on artificial intelligence but that’s still a long way off. Depending on what he has he can have a certain amount of these bots active at one time, the less complex the more he can have.

Power Limits:
As it was said before, Kothar cannot freely absorb technology into himself although he thinks he may be able to with more practice. Without specially constructed nodes his sphere of influence that he has over his drones is limited to a one-mile radius unless being powered by other means. The more time he spends with specific tech the better acquainted he is with it and the better he can use it. Kothar can only keep a certain number of droids active at one time depending on their complexity.

Known Vulnerabilities:
These gifts take a lot of calorie intake to maintain and if he is not careful, he can tire himself out and pass out. If he is rendered unconscious any link, he may have with any of the tech he is personally powering will also be rendered dormant. Temperature extremes and environmental hazards can still affect him, and his tech. fire or heat especially can overheat his tech if it is not protected against it, electricity can fry it or wipe it out completely, metal controllers can destroy his creations rather quickly if they are not entirely plastic.

Also, as much as he hates to admit it, he is still just a human.

Motives:
To perfect himself, once this is acquired and the world cannot accept him, or he cannot accept them? Well, maybe mars will be a nice place to begin anew away from all the people. However, he does not believe that the heroes will just allow him to leave.

Level: Threat level, as defined by the Borehole's parameters. I will assign this to your character.

Recommended Containment Procedures:
Power dampener choker, this choker limits his mental ability and influence on technology around him effectively stopping him from giving life to his creations.
Limited rations, due to calories powering most of his abilities the prison limits the amount of food he can have a day.
No tech, anything that comes close to him must be analog for everyone’s safety.

Notes:
Theme song
DOOM Eternal OST - The Only Thing They Fear Is You

Sword's book of faces

The borehole

Kothar

Name:
Dave M Goodrich
Known Aliases:
Kothar
Appearance:
Standing 6'2" and weighing in at 210 lbs. Kothar is currently 35 years old. he is above average in Hight with dark red hair and darker red facial hair. keeping the sides of his head shaved and long across the top and back. his beard is kept neat when he can. his body is covered in tattoos that have clean cut lines and points reminiscent of a computer motherboard. they do not have any significance to his ability, its simply something he liked.

Portrait

Psyche Profile:
Subject - 194DY21 - Dave Mac Goodrich - Kothar.
Observant. Quiet. Curious. Calculating. a few terms we have come to identify this "Kothar" as an individual. although not outright psychotic like some of his fellow inmates. we believe that he is simply biding his time and trying to come off as non-threatening. we are unsure just how long he plans on going about this long con, but it will not matter.

His Alias Kothar comes from an ancient god of the forge from the ancient middle east. this alone promotes the fact that his ego and pride are very prominent and can be used against him. at his peak he described himself as a god of technology. this likely was the reason for his downfall, thinking that he was invincible gave the hero's the opportunity to defeat him.

It has been 248 days since his last incident where he somehow got ahold of a guards watch and quickly turned it into one of his minions. luckily his dampener stopped him from activating it before it could be destroyed. again, just another warning as to why no technology of any kind is allowed around him. he may have this guise of being without his faculty's but make no mistake gentleman. the cold-hearted killer that destroyed half a metropolis before being stopped waits just under the surface.

Background:
David was born amongst a small Irish village to Peter and Sarah Goodrich. His upbringing was rather mundane. The only things that stood out where his ability to adapt and learn new technologies, inventions, and his above average build. These talents made him excel through his early years.

Nothing ever presented itself as bad or ominous until he hit puberty, his ability to ‘talk’ to and shape technology around him to better suit his needs and wants. It started slowing with the odd mechanism or toy and soon became a small group of mechanical servants of different shapes and sizes fueled by his will alone. His original intention was to make his parents lives easier. That was until one of his creations went a little haywire.

This creation was meant to cut grass and instead malfunctioned after some local kids damaged it. This thing nearly killed two of these kids before the machine could be brought down. The ensuing backlash forced the family from the village and sent the authorities after David for questioning. In his haste to protect himself from the authorities his creations defended him and ended up killing the two men that were to apprehend him.

Confused and angry that his parents looked at him with fear, he ran. It took him a few years and a few back alleys deals before he was able to fully grasp his abilities and his Alias. Through the technology left in dumpsters, found in scrapyards, and scavenged at flea markets Kothar was born. Through hate, anger, and wanting to make the world more to his liking, he began his tirade across London.

He started small, a tech building here, a train shipment there. Until one day he was able to raid government server banks for information and parts. His creations growing evermore complex. Robots of all shapes and sizes with a reinforced combat suit he made for himself. Sure, local heroes tried to intervene and sometimes they would thwart his plans. He wasn’t invincible just very hard to capture.

It wasn’t until he unveiled his greatest creation, a nanite swarm built to break down organic and inorganic materiel only to replace it with technology to recreate the city. This forced the hands of the more powerful heroes to act against him. Half the city simply melted away before the hero’s defeated him. A super charged pinpoint EMP wiped out his machines and destroyed what they had created.

Kothar was defeated, the scourge of London taken far away. The injuries he sustained during the fight nearly killed him. His machines dismantled and reverse engineered, his tech was now being used against him. A show of humiliation for sure, at least he knew they wouldn’t use the nanites as the world governments outlawed them. Now he waits at the bottom of the borehole for his chance to escape these bonds he created. Bonds that hold many prisoners here, bonds that will be broken again.

Capabilities:
Kothar is a jack of all trades and master of none, but better than a master of one. His training has taught him to be versatile in any situation, being able to modify his tactics and tech on the fly to work any angle in a team or solo operation. From tank, to healer, to ranged heavy hitter. With enough time and resources, he can fill any role. He is also a support role with being able to construct weapons and armor for himself and others as well as making constructs of varying sizes and purposes. His powers alone are not why he is a difficult opponent.

Off the battlefield he is spectacular with any kind of tech, taking only a few moments to understand and adapt to any new technology. He can improve or change various parts of most mechanical objects as well making him a great mechanic.

Power(s):
Technoformation.
Kothar can not absorb technology and metal directly into himself, yet. The best he can do is coat himself in his tech to create his armor and weapons. What he can do is glide through technology on a small scale, this allows him to take apart, shape, and reroute technology and mechanical things without the use of tools. His will alone powers most of the tech he uses himself. Often batteries of some sort will be used to keep the tech he gives to others or his constructs going.

He does have or at least had several cybernetic implants that assist him, the only ones left are the ones behind his eyes and in his head to help with memory processing and eyesight. This helps him process information faster and gives his eyes a magnifying effect and limited night vision. The other three implants help to regulate his internal structures, the ones around his intestines where a result of his combat injuries during his last defeat. The other two are assisting with his lungs and heart to assist with air purification and to keep his heart going no matter what.

His constructs are not to be trifled with either, from sentry drones to repair bots to murder droids they all serve a purpose and are very dangerous. He is still working on artificial intelligence but that’s still a long way off. Depending on what he has he can have a certain amount of these bots active at one time, the less complex the more he can have.

Power Limits:
As it was said before, Kothar cannot freely absorb technology into himself although he thinks he may be able to with more practice. Without specially constructed nodes his sphere of influence that he has over his drones is limited to a one-mile radius unless being powered by other means. The more time he spends with specific tech the better acquainted he is with it and the better he can use it. Kothar can only keep a certain number of droids active at one time depending on their complexity.

Known Vulnerabilities:
These gifts take a lot of calorie intake to maintain and if he is not careful, he can tire himself out and pass out. If he is rendered unconscious any link, he may have with any of the tech he is personally powering will also be rendered dormant. Temperature extremes and environmental hazards can still affect him, and his tech. fire or heat especially can overheat his tech if it is not protected against it, electricity can fry it or wipe it out completely, metal controllers can destroy his creations rather quickly if they are not entirely plastic.

Also, as much as he hates to admit it, he is still just a human.

Motives:
To perfect himself, once this is acquired and the world cannot accept him, or he cannot accept them? Well, maybe mars will be a nice place to begin anew away from all the people. However, he does not believe that the heroes will just allow him to leave.

Level: Threat level, as defined by the Borehole's parameters. I will assign this to your character.

Recommended Containment Procedures:
Power dampener choker, this choker limits his mental ability and influence on technology around him effectively stopping him from giving life to his creations.
Limited rations, due to calories powering most of his abilities the prison limits the amount of food he can have a day.
No tech, anything that comes close to him must be analog for everyone’s safety.

Notes:
Theme song
DOOM Eternal OST - The Only Thing They Fear Is You

The Borehole - A Superhuman Prison Break RP

moving my interest here then

The Borehole - A Superhuman Prison Break

Interested

Halo: Aegis Team

Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker

// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // Location: Waiting in a cave

Rough insertion, fast cars, and bad weather. What more could a grunt ask for other than maybe some food. The high humidity and low temperature was familiar and unwelcomed by the grunt. Preferring warmer climates to the bitter cold of frozen planets or the vacuum of space was nice. The storm would also help to mask their approach but make his life currently a bit more uncomfortable.

Grik chose the right side of Veal’s specter the grav boots he had requisitioned for his updated combat harness was something he was glad he added. Sticking to the side of the thing in a spot meant for Elites was not an easy feat even with them. With a plasma pistol in one hand and his other grappling the side of the vehicle he was satisfied with his placement.

The demolitionist couldn’t wait for the anti-air cannon to be taken off line. Its destruction would mean that the Goblin would be dropped off with their assortment of fighting vehicles. This would be the first official test of the mech’s ability’s in a combat situation and he was very excited for it. All he had to do now was hold on and wait for the others.

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

Victor’s smile faded slightly at the instructors words, “very well still doesn’t change much from my plans. The story about pissing off the duke sounds fun. I don’t mind getting paired with the least experienced students.” He always did like to teach others but never really had the chance before.

Returning to his place in the arena slightly back from the others, the Astorio waited for the instructor to go over the ground rules before assigning pairs. Apparently this Melanie Saliu was going to be his partner. This Miss Saliu was easy to pick from the small crowd as she looked the most distraught after having her name called. They were slim in size and stature, nervous, with a rough voice and an awkward way about her. Even her curtsey was as shaky as her voice.

Victor’s eyes did not move from her they were almost looking into her soul. He didn’t change his stature or move in any way when she found her stance. With his arms crossed he looked like a statue. This form was broken when he started to walk around her, “hold that stance and I will adjust you.” The large vampire moved slowly and quietly around her barley making a sound. Then he got right up next to her without a hint of care for personal space.

With one foot he adjusted her forward foot and leg, “always keep this toward your enemy.” With his strong rough hands he brought her arms up and closed her fists to make an L shape with her head in-between them. “Keep your arms up in this defensive position to protect your head and never close your fist around your thumbs or you will break them.” Twisting her shoulders and pushing them back to straighten her posture and the last thing to be adjusted was her back leg.

Stepping back in front of her he nodded, “get familiar with this position it is both a good defensive and offensive stance especially for a beginner. Now then you know me but let me introduce myself, I am Victor Strigois Astorio Head hunter for the council and representative for the Astorio house at this school.” Giving her a nod of acknowledgement he continued. “Now Please Miss Saliu, tell me about yourself including where you are from, what combat or fighting experience you have, and why you are taking this class.”

The Prince's Royal Guard

Merik Roak

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Merik once again found his way back to the war room, after a quick check to see if his food was still safe the beast curled back up in the middle of the room and attempted to return to his slumber. Alas he would not find it, tossing and turning for a few minutes he let out a monstrous sigh and stood. Something still didn’t feel right, something still felt like he needed to be on alert. The hunt and although successful was not filling. Merik found a piece of meat he had obtained from his stash and stepped out into the halls. His large frame patrolling the dark and seldom lit halls with ease.

He passed several people and doors before ultimately finding himself outside of the duke’s chambers. A few guards were posted outside and they seemed uneasy about his presence. The large reptile sat far enough away that others could get passed but otherwise just listened and ate the rest of his food. A few more people came and went some barely noticing him sitting quietly others giving him a wide birth.

After a few more minutes he stood and approached the door, the guards watched him but did not stop him as he opened the door and stepped inside. A few more guards where near the door and the window with another by the Duke’s bedside. Merik could feel a bit guilty for not being able to stop the assassins, his senses should have picked up on them but it seems that even he had a lot to learn. Obviously everyone was tired and on edge in that room by the way the guards fingered their weapons as he approached the bed.

Sitting down at the foot of it and starring at the duke he did not pay any attention to the one watching the duke or the guards that stood quietly in the room. Using his hearing the lizard directed his attention to the duke, he could hear his labored breathing and the fast rhythm of his heart beat. Merik could tell that the man was fighting it, his body was fighting it and yet he felt that he may still be able to help.

Waling on all fours to the side of the bed opposite the healer Merik again flared his nostrils and took several deep breaths over the duke. The others in the room were watching him closely. Either through his royal seal or just his intimidating size none of the others made a move until he attempted to pull the blanket off the duke’s chest with one of his large claws. Merik stopped and looked at the guards who were now gripping their weapons, “it okay. Merik Help.” He pulled the blanket down further and exposed the duke’s chest by pushing his bed ware out of the way.

The healer was watching him closely while he placed his large reptilian hand on the duke’s chest. His hand easily encompassed his chest. With a deep breath Merik closed his eyes and just felt the duke’s chest rise, his heart beat, and his blood surge through his body. Merik remembered what the elder had told him about magic some big words made sense while others he could not translate properly. He began to feel it, his own heart rate and breathing compared to the dukes, his own blood and energy flow through him.

Merik felt the surge of magic throughout his body, his natural primal magic of a dragon touched. A beast long forgotten waiting to free itself and the natural way of things keeping order in the chaos of life. He felt the magic in him flow down his arm, he willed it from him and into the duke. The energy of life, of growth, the magic that has always been inside him shaping his strong muscles and bone. Building him into what he was. Merik pushed this energy into his palm and into the duke. The same energy that gave him his prowess, the energy gifted to him to be strong and mighty, a gift from the dragon.

The dragon touched was giving a portion of his power, his magic to the duke. Not to mend wounds or send him into a rage but give his body enough energy to fix its own issues. Enough power to speed up its own recovery time and possibly make him powerful.

For a moment Merik felt the different energy of himself and the duke touch, twist around each other, absorb into one another, and become one. A luminous green glow cast from his hand and then it stopped. His moment of bliss and serenity cut in an instant as he fell onto his back with a heavy thud. Merik grimaced with a sharp pain in his head accompanied with a dizzy feeling that left him unable to stand or move. The barbarian was unsure of what he just did or the repercussions that would come with it, if he did anything at all.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

Ullross “Ross” Vallath

The android seemed to be able to discern what the significance of the outbuildings with a quick check then she was off again. This made the man wonder why they were even here as it seems that other than magic she could very easily take care of most things on this mission. Hmm perhaps her being a bit showy is nice though, if the enemy is watching and sees that she is more capable than the rest of us might focus their efforts in neutralizing her.

His line of thought was broken when he heard someone call out his name. Ross groaned and shook his head, these people did not act like the others he had been tasked with recently almost light hearted compared to what he was in earlier. Perhaps he could still salvage a few things from this outing and at least have a little fun. Ross began rummaging through more boxes of rations finding a couple he liked and stuffing them away in his jacket before setting his eyes on some crystals that looked interesting.

None of the things in this building were noteworthy and soon he felt himself being drawn back towards the main building by some mystical means. Guessing that the team was waiting for him the large man made his way back to the main building where the others have gathered. Some still seemed to be inspecting a wall but otherwise seemed like they had finished their inspection. “Are we ready to go?”

A straight forward question while he pulled out one of the rations with smoked fish so he could snack on it while he waited to see what the next step was.

Halo: Aegis Team

Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker

// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // Location: Sangheili Corvette

The sea food was just as good the last time he was here and again the Unggoy almost got their group kicked out due to his voracious appetite and messy table manners. Honestly he knew he did get a little excited, this particular human food was his favorite but due to its tendency to spoil easily he did not find it very often on other worlds or stations. It seemed they got pulled away just in time to their meeting, he was sure that the next time he arrived here there would be a sign for no Unggoy.

The meeting was rather standard, go in after covenant, loosen their foot hold, and turn the populace against them. The specifics where a little different but it was standard for what he was used too. Grik knew he would have to tread lightly on this one as one of the team was directly involved with it. The Sangheili pilot they picked up on the first mission they had. She was resourceful as were all the team members but this one also had a youthful energy about her that was honestly refreshing. These where all Grik’s observations as he hadn’t talked to her too much before he had to leave.

The Unggoy could only wonder how this mission would be interesting compared to his many other missions. His mind drifted back to his time on his home planet and the vehicle he brought from there. This kept him quiet on the pelican trip up to their blockade runner. A sleek but powerful corvette new and unusual ship types where not unaccustomed to him as he was born on a ship. The human presence on it was staggering. This time they really would have better support than the last one.

Grik stepped off the pelican behind Vael and looked at the human before them. Looking to Ryker as he headed off into the ship for a moment then again back to the human. He wasn’t a Spartan or an ODST, those humans had more of a presence about them, and he didn’t have the weird look of an ONI agent. Was this one a messenger perhaps or a human with a grudge? Grikgar knew the humans had that feeling in the back of their minds that came out when they were indulging in alcohol or drugs. The Ultra stood quietly by Vael curious to see what he had to say before he would go off to check on his new toy in the vehicle bay.