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Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

The girl could at least somewhat keep up with his movements so he could at least give her that. Her strikes however were less than satisfactory. He would stop her after every other punch and adjust her fist, her alignment, tell her how to angle and use her bodies’ momentum and leverage to her advantage.

By the end of it she at least seemed to be feeling better about striking another vampire and he would hope that next time she would be more comfortable and put more effort into it without holding herself back. With lunch quickly approaching the arena trainees quickly moved out of the area to continue with their school day.

Victor watched his training partner for a moment and furrowed his brow, “here.” He said reaching into his jacket and pulling out a small paper card. “this is my number, if you want me to build you a work out regime and help you with your fighting ability give me a call and we will set up a place to meet.” The large vampire began to put his clothes back on while he still watched her. “I work with humans and Vampires if you want your mage to join, the only thing this would cost you is a favor and your time.” He knew he was bad at acquiring the base currency that fuels their economy and is well aware that this one may not hold much for political strength now, but could be useful in the future.

After the girl left or decided to stick around Victor did decide to stick around the fighting ring. With a swig from his flask he smiled at his instructor, “if you don’t mind I’m going to stay and watch these ones fight for a bit.” He was still holding his flask while he spoke to Thomas with a small grin, “so how did you piss off that duke that got you here?” Victor did enjoy hearing stories from others and found he was the most relaxed and sociable with fellow fighters.

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Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy Roleplay

Roak Vano Resol

Sleight of hand magic tricks, simple, entertaining, building blocks. Quite a few smaller children gathered round to watch and learn. Magic tricks designed to distract the viewer with one thing while the real trick was somewhere else. They laughed and smiled as did some of their parents that were watching the large man closely. He had a gentleness about him around the children that made them forget at least for a time where they were.

What he was teaching with most of him hidden in a dark cloak, were the building blocks for pick pockets and survival in city environments. He didn’t talk, not much only when explaining something he couldn’t with his hands. Games he had learned as a slave to better teach them the sleight of hand skills to survive. He hoped this would help them in the long run.

This wasn’t enough to set his mind at ease, he didn’t believe it would ever be enough to drown out the nightmares and memories. This helped but he couldn’t relax, not fully. His weapons always within arm’s reach and some seldom quick movements occasionally startling the young ones. He knew it would be some time before he could find peace.

The events that lead him here where still fresh in his mind, two months ago a job went sideways. His team was ambushed, set up by the Hutt that hired them because they were too efficient. He should have seen it coming but he was just as blind as the rest of them. When old man Resol gave the order for scorched earth they all knew what it meant. Retreat and scatter. No communications, no meet ups, no regrouping. It was one of their contingencies that meant they were compromised and would scatter only to regroup at home 1 galactic standard year later.

The Mandalorian wasn’t sure who all got out and he wouldn’t know until they regroup. He stole a ship and ran just like he was told too so that the clan may live on. Selling the ship once he arrived here likely wasn’t the best option, but he couldn’t be seen in that ship any longer. Now he has been wandering around this ship city for the last week trying to find something to do that wasn’t noticeable or would draw attention to him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to do this forever.

His thoughts were brought back to the present from an emergency alert through the ship. Alerts varied from one thing to another and could almost be easily forgotten but the children were watching the broad cast near him and pointed to it. Roak turned, his large cloak concealing his heavy frame and what lied beneath. The scene of what looked to be some pulled together raider crew that only marginally seemed to know what they were doing.

He knew what was about to happen and decided to distract the children with a ration tube. Giving it out to some of them and made sure they would share as panic began to make its way through the market place. None of the pirates looked to be professionals, gangster’s maybe or some remnant of a security force somewhere. The only thing standing out is the lightsaber bayonet fixed to their captain’s rifle. Now that was a weapon if it worked, even broken one could normally get a good price for them and it could help him get a new ship he otherwise would likely have to steal.

Urging the children and their parents to seek shelter and surveying the scene before him. Roak could see some gathering together to take back their ship while most seemed to start either hiding or running. There wasn’t much choice as it was. These people had been kind to him while he stayed here and the old man would not look kindly on him if he did not at least try to help. Maybe this would be a good time to get some of his anger out then.

Strategy could be important here. There weren’t many options to getting up to the bridge but it was mostly close quarters with the occasional long hall way. Perfect for him and perhaps these civilians could provide some good distractions at least. Going in quiet likely wasn’t going to work this time, the pirates would have at least set up checkpoints around the bridge access by now. No, likely going in loud was the best plan as other civilians may already be engaging them.

Making up his mind, the large Mandalorian stood to his 7’2” height and dropped his cloak. His heavy armor making him stand out not just for how imposing he was but also because of its configuration. With this he began walking in the direction of the bridge. Drawing his large Ryyk blade with his right hand and heavy pistol with the other. Moving at a quick pace but not running through the crowd. His attention drawn to a bar for a moment with the sound of a familiar voice but he had a job to do and couldn’t stop to chat.

Halo: Aegis Team

Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker

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

Grik watched and listened to the others talk about their new obstacle. A semi sentient plant was strange but he has also fought against a parasite that threatened the entire galaxy at one point. It seemed like everyone was a bit hesitant but Tar was certain that she had been in this area before and new of a shortcut that went through the cave system and possibly out to a good flanking position. At least carrying around your own methane supply meant that environmental hazards in the air were less likely to affect you.

The Unggoy approached a section of vine that held a flower, to him it almost looked like it could absorb nutrients through this. Being fully aware that the others had already warned not to get to close he decided to be cautious about approaching it. He did have an idea after all even if it was a bad one.

Pulling one of the small tubes of rations he had and slowly opened it. It was similar to the food nipple in covenant instillations but improved. More sugars and sweeteners were added with the help of the human cuisine. It essentially was a full days’ worth of nutrients in a tube at least for a grunt.

Grik had befriended several alien creatures before during down time on alien planets. It was hit and miss but sometimes it would be fun to do this. He was unsure of the result for this experiment with the knife in one hand ready to cut himself free Grik used the other one to pour the food stuff into the flower. If this didn’t help he would always be able to just use small portions of his explosives to burn their way through but he wouldn’t be an ultra if he wasn’t able to think outside the box and know that force wasn’t always the best option.

Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy Roleplay

@Hyyde322 hit the raw option in the upper right hand corner of the character post, copy, paste, good to go.

Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy Roleplay

Roak Vano Resol

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Stoic, Stubborn, Brash, Hard Headed, Protective, Honorable, Damaged. Roak is a peculiar individual. this one keeps to the old teachings of the mandalorian and their way of life. he takes jobs and keeps moving flying as low as he can to avoid notice to avoid the fate of his clansmen for now. silence often accompanies him while he wanders alone aimlessly through the stars. this one can be slow to trust for obvious reasons. the galaxy has lost what semblance of stability it once had and now a ghost fleet threatens them all. even his visions and nightmares seem to get worse and worse. still he refuses to give up and instead thrives to keep pushing, keep building his arsenal of weapons and allies to fight. so that one day he may be able to find his home world and rebuild the mandalorian way. Notable Skills ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Roak has been hard trained from an early age to be a pit fighter. Stolen from his nest and bought as a slave. Getting up close and personal is no problem for him, and he always enjoys a good fight. But before he could fight he had other duties, mostly medical or repair. When not being used as a training dummy for the older fighters. Roak would find himself assisting some others in the medical bay or be tasked to repairing and reprogramming the training droids. Even through this the youngling would occasionally wander off and hide. Mostly to sleep or just get away and over time excelled at it. •- Close Quarters Battle / Saber Training — Better than most others, something about a blade and getting up close to people is exhilarating for him. •- Advanced Combat Medical Training — Had a knack and prior training for it and Elder Resol capitalized on it. •- Stealth — Even for a big guy he is pretty quiet and can melt away if he wants too. •- Tracking — Hunting is instinctual for him, even if he's never seen his home world. •- Repair/ Hacking — Through his years as a slave one of his jobs was repairing and sometimes reprogramming droids and other computer equipment. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	_______________________________________________ Roak Vano Resol 22 Barabel Force Sensitive - Untrained, receives visions he perceives as nightmares.	Personal History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Roak Vano Resol was born during hyperspace transit aboard the Corellian merchant ship “The Ravana.” This ship although classified as a merchant vessel was at the time transporting stolen Barabel eggs. Roak and his clutch mates hatched on their way to a small moon controlled by a few Hutts. These Hutts made their money with controlling fighting pits across the small unnamed moon. Through fighting and training Roak grew strong and fast. Adapting very well to the rigors of training and surviving n and around the fighting pits. The young reptile knew little other than fighting and surviving. The only time he would get any education is when he was put in to help with the medical staff or repair or rework droids. All this fighting and struggling changed when Roak was about to enter his first battle to the death at a young age. At the time he was still rather small compared to the others. But before the fight could begin, the arena was raided by a small task force of Mandalorian's trying to rescue a vip, who was also in the arena with him. Seeing this as a way out into the vast places the others would talk about Roak was quick to assist and help them. He knew he was dead either way. After this and a few tense moments aboard their ship he was informally inducted into their group as a foundling. Over the next few years Roak would grow strong and smart. The Mando's trained him and taught him about the galaxy they all called home. the young adult has been doing extremely well with Elder Resol's guidance. the man in charge of their group. during a job the group of mandolorian's were ambushed and were all be wiped out. Roak tried to save them but was unsuccessful. the only thing he could do was run and fight another day. Notable Possessions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Heavy Combat Armor, is the classification of his armor. With a black and green color scheme to represent his duty and sense of justice. Made to have more protection than standard Mando armor due to his close quarters fighting style. This armor has armor plates on the arms and legs and thicker armor on the torso while still leaving gaps near the joints for better movement and agility. Although mostly made from duraplast, the armor covering his vitals is durasteel. This heavy armor looks more like the ancient Mandalorian Shock Trooper Armor found in old stories and documents. The helmet supports a base combat computer and range finder as well as a sealed 1 hour emergency life support mode for toxic environments and vacuum. Heavy combat armor. Short barreled blaster rifle, Lower range but easier to use in close quarters. Heavy Blaster Pistol, Holstered on left hip. Ryyk Blade, Tucked under his jet pack on his right shoulder, a gift from an old Wookie who he saved. Survival Knife x2, One on his left hip the other concealed in his right boot. Jet Pack Damaged in his last encounter and needs to be repaired before it can be operable again. Other Gear: Roak tends to pack a little heavier on the ration side of things due to needing a little more food than the others. He will also have some hunting or survival gear associated with his need to hunt during his down time. However, Roak is very capable of making what ever he needs on the fly and other than a few simple tools he doesn't carry much else.

<sub>Affiliations
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Character: Jow'Addik Wookie warrior, rescued them and their family during a raid in hutt space. Was given one of his Ryyk blades for personally saving the wookies son by shielding him from blaster fire.

Character: Relationship TBD</sub>

Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy Roleplay

finished how does it look?

Roak Vano Resol

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ stoic, stubborn, brash, hard headed, protective, damaged. Roak is a peculiar individual. this one keeps to the old teachings of the mandalorian and their way of life. he takes jobs and keeps moving flying as low as he can to avoid notice to avoid the fate of his clansmen for now. silence often accompanies him while he wanders alone aimlessly through the stars. this one can be slow to trust for obvious reasons. the galaxy has lost what semblance of stability it once had and now a ghost fleet threatens them all. even his visions and nightmares seem to get worse and worse. still he refuses to give up and instead thrives to keep pushing, keep building his arsenal of weapons and allies to fight. so that one day he may be able to find his home world and rebuild the mandalorian way. Notable Skills ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Roak has been hard trained from an early age to be a pit fighter. Stolen from his nest and bought as a slave. Getting up close and personal is no problem for him, and he always enjoys a good fight. But before he could fight he had other duties, mostly medical or repair. When not being used as a training dummy for the older fighters. Roak would find himself assisting some others in the medical bay or be tasked to repairing and reprogramming the training droids. Even through this the youngling would occasionally wander off and hide. Mostly to sleep or just get away and over time excelled at it. •- Close Quarters Battle / Saber Training — Better than most others, something about a blade and getting up close to people is exhilarating for him. •- Advanced Combat Medical Training — Had a knack and prior training for it and Elder Resol capitalized on it. •- Stealth — Even for a big guy he is pretty quiet and can melt away if he wants too. •- Tracking — Hunting is instinctual for him, even if he's never seen his home world. •- Repair/ Hacking — Through his years as a slave one of his jobs was repairing and sometimes reprogramming droids and other computer equipment. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	_______________________________________________ Roak Vano Resol 22 Barabel Force Sensitive - Untrained, receives visions he perceives as nightmares.	Personal History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Roak Vano Resol was born during hyperspace transit aboard the Corellian merchant ship “The Ravana.” This ship although classified as a merchant vessel was at the time transporting stolen Barabel eggs. Roak and his clutch mates hatched on their way to a small moon controlled by a few Hutts. These Hutts made their money with controlling fighting pits across the small unnamed moon. Through fighting and training Roak grew strong and fast. Adapting very well to the rigors of training and surviving n and around the fighting pits. The young reptile knew little other than fighting and surviving. The only time he would get any education is when he was put in to help with the medical staff or repair or rework droids. All this fighting and struggling changed when Roak was about to enter his first battle to the death at a young age. At the time he was still rather small compared to the others. But before the fight could begin, the arena was raided by a small task force of Mandalorian's trying to rescue a vip, who was also in the arena with him. Seeing this as a way out into the vast places the others would talk about Roak was quick to assist and help them. He knew he was dead either way. After this and a few tense moments aboard their ship he was informally inducted into their group as a foundling. Over the next few years Roak would grow strong and smart. The Mando's trained him and taught him about the galaxy they all called home. the young adult has been doing extremely well with Elder Resol's guidance. the man in charge of their group. during a job the group of mandolorian's were ambushed and were all be wiped out. Roak tried to save them but was unsuccessful. the only thing he could do was run and fight another day. Notable Possessions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Heavy Combat Armor, is the classification of his armor. With a black and green color scheme to represent his duty and sense of justice. Made to have more protection than standard Mando armor due to his close quarters fighting style. This armor has armor plates on the arms and legs and thicker armor on the torso while still leaving gaps near the joints for better movement and agility. Although mostly made from duraplast, the armor covering his vitals is durasteel. This heavy armor looks more like the ancient Mandalorian Shock Trooper Armor found in old stories and documents. The helmet supports a base combat computer and range finder as well as a sealed 1 hour emergency life support mode for toxic environments and vacuum. Heavy combat armor. Short barreled blaster rifle, Lower range but easier to use in close quarters. Heavy Blaster Pistol, Holstered on left hip. Ryyk Blade, Tucked under his jet pack on his right shoulder, a gift from an old Wookie who he saved. Survival Knife x2, One on his left hip the other concealed in his right boot. Other Gear: Roak tends to pack a little heavier on the ration side of things due to needing a little more food than the others. He will also have some hunting or survival gear associated with his need to hunt during his down time. However, Roak is very capable of making what ever he needs on the fly and other than a few simple tools he doesn't carry much else.

<sub>Affiliations
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Character: Relationship TBD</sub>

Sword's book of faces

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Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ stoic, stubborn, brash, hard headed, protective, damaged. Roak is a peculiar individual. this one keeps to the old teachings of the mandalorian and their way of life. he takes jobs and keeps moving flying as low as he can to avoid notice to avoid the fate of his clansmen for now. silence often accompanies him while he wanders alone aimlessly through the stars. this one can be slow to trust for obvious reasons. the galaxy has lost what semblance of stability it once had and now a ghost fleet threatens them all. even his visions and nightmares seem to get worse and worse. still he refuses to give up and instead thrives to keep pushing, keep building his arsenal of weapons and allies to fight. so that one day he may be able to find his home world and rebuild the mandalorian way. Notable Skills ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Roak has been hard trained from an early age to be a pit fighter. Stolen from his nest and bought as a slave. Getting up close and personal is no problem for him, and he always enjoys a good fight. But before he could fight he had other duties, mostly medical or repair. When not being used as a training dummy for the older fighters. Roak would find himself assisting some others in the medical bay or be tasked to repairing and reprogramming the training droids. Even through this the youngling would occasionally wander off and hide. Mostly to sleep or just get away and over time excelled at it. •- Close Quarters Battle / Saber Training — Better than most others, something about a blade and getting up close to people is exhilarating for him. •- Advanced Combat Medical Training — Had a knack and prior training for it and Elder Resol capitalized on it. •- Stealth — Even for a big guy he is pretty quiet and can melt away if he wants too. •- Tracking — Hunting is instinctual for him, even if he's never seen his home world. •- Repair/ Hacking — Through his years as a slave one of his jobs was repairing and sometimes reprogramming droids and other computer equipment. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	_______________________________________________ Roak Vano Resol 22 Barabel Force Sensitive - Untrained, receives visions he perceives as nightmares.	Personal History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Roak Vano Resol was born during hyperspace transit aboard the Corellian merchant ship “The Ravana.” This ship although classified as a merchant vessel was at the time transporting stolen Barabel eggs. Roak and his clutch mates hatched on their way to a small moon controlled by a few Hutts. These Hutts made their money with controlling fighting pits across the small unnamed moon. Through fighting and training Roak grew strong and fast. Adapting very well to the rigors of training and surviving n and around the fighting pits. The young reptile knew little other than fighting and surviving. The only time he would get any education is when he was put in to help with the medical staff or repair or rework droids. All this fighting and struggling changed when Roak was about to enter his first battle to the death at a young age. At the time he was still rather small compared to the others. But before the fight could begin, the arena was raided by a small task force of Mandalorian's trying to rescue a vip, who was also in the arena with him. Seeing this as a way out into the vast places the others would talk about Roak was quick to assist and help them. He knew he was dead either way. After this and a few tense moments aboard their ship he was informally inducted into their group as a foundling. Over the next few years Roak would grow strong and smart. The Mando's trained him and taught him about the galaxy they all called home. the young adult has been doing extremely well with Elder Resol's guidance. the man in charge of their group. during a job the group of mandolorian's were ambushed and were all be wiped out. Roak tried to save them but was unsuccessful. the only thing he could do was run and fight another day. Notable Possessions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Heavy Combat Armor, is the classification of his armor. With a black and green color scheme to represent his duty and sense of justice. Made to have more protection than standard Mando armor due to his close quarters fighting style. This armor has armor plates on the arms and legs and thicker armor on the torso while still leaving gaps near the joints for better movement and agility. Although mostly made from duraplast, the armor covering his vitals is durasteel. This heavy armor looks more like the ancient Mandalorian Shock Trooper Armor found in old stories and documents. The helmet supports a base combat computer and range finder as well as a sealed 1 hour emergency life support mode for toxic environments and vacuum. Short barreled blaster rifle, Lower range but easier to use in close quarters. Heavy Blaster Pistol, Holstered on left hip. Ryyk Blade, Tucked under his jet pack on his right shoulder, a gift from an old Wookie who he saved. Survival Knife x2, One on his left hip the other concealed in his right boot. Other Gear: Roak tends to pack a little heavier on the ration side of things due to needing a little more food than the others. He will also have some hunting or survival gear associated with his need to hunt during his down time. However, Roak is very capable of making what ever he needs on the fly and other than a few simple tools he doesn't carry much else.

<sub>Affiliations
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Character: Relationship TBD</sub>

Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy Roleplay

this looks fun

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