Name: Nicoli Salvatore Alias: D'Angelo Titles: Ma'Radiim, Weapons Master, Pathfinder Apparent Age: 30 Actual Age: 30 Gender: Male Occupation: Veiled-One Demeanor: Nicoli is a man driven by his ambitions, he believes himself to be above human desires and has forsaken alcohol, sex, and drugs from his life. He tries to live a ’pure’ life not out of an attempt to reach enlightenment like so many, but because he refuses to let others have a way to exploit him.
This is not to say that Nicoli is without humor, far from it. What he finds funny most others find cruel. A sharp tongue and wit are more likely to impress him than anger him, in fact, he grudgingly respects those that can use their words like weapons.
Basic Appearance
Hair: Kept very short, and is a deep black. Facial Hair: Normally clean shaven. Sometimes seen with stubble. Eyes: Dark Blue with a black sclera. Build: Thin, Toned, Corded Height: 6'1 Weight: 212 .lbs Special Features: Scars all over his body, arms, and legs. (This picture was specifically designed/created for Nicoli.)
Combat Credentials
Combat Style: Nicoli is a tactical genius capable of finding even the smallest advantage offered him on the battlefield, or even create said advantage if given the opportunity. Nicoli is also an extremely fast learner that is capable of observing a particular combat maneuver just once or twice and adapting it to his choice of weapons. Nicoli is an extremely deadly warrior when one combines his ability to dissect the battlefield, thievery training, weapon skills, and Radiim technique.
Abilities
The Art of Assassination: Nicoli is well versed in how to kill and very familiar with humanoid anatomy. He is a adept at the creation and use of poisons but rarely employs the tactic. He is a master of using subtlety and misdirection in and out of combat and has honed his base senses to perfection in order to prevent himself from falling prey to his own tricks.
Weapons Master: There aren't many weapons Nicoli has seen that he can’t effectively use. Even if such were the case, his time spent with weapons would allow him to familiarize himself with it in moments and use it to it’s full capacity. These ‘weapons’ also include Nicoli’s body, fully capable of fighting off armed and armored opponents with his bare hands.
Thievery Training: Nicoli is extremely adept at many thieving skills to include lock picking, disarming traps, setting traps, disabling devices (magical and mundane), acrobatics, disguise, and more. He relies on his own skill rather than magic to get the job done, ensuring that he never loses his edge.
Alchemist (Adept): During his time with the Veiled Ones Nicoli has learned some of what it means to be an Alchemist. He can create many basic mundane items, and even some with magical or supernatural qualities.
Radiim: The technique known as Radiim is really several techniques used for one purpose. The user learns not simply the ability to block out pain, but to register it on a different level, like breathing, pain became a natural part of Nicolis life. This allows Nicoli to use and push his body to its limits before relying on the more advanced training of Radiim. The second and true purpose of the training, Nicoli has learned to control the flow and potency of his adrenaline as well as the use of his fast and slow twitch muscle fibers. While this does make Nicoli faster and stronger, capable of accessing a hundred percent of his potential, it does come at a cost. Shortened bursts of this, if used in succession make him tired and fatigued. While prolonged usage can result in permanent nerve/brain damage, a heart-attack and even death. All of this is compounded on top of the normal threats one faces in any battle.
Pathfinder: Nicoli has become an excellent tracker over the years. His keen senses and attention to detail have helped him become a Pathfinder. Nicoli is capable of tracking and making his way safely through any environment, he knows how to survive; what to eat, identify plants and animals, what to avoid when in a natural setting and other general knowledge associated with a woodsmen.
Eldritch Knowledge: Since having expanded his quarry from humanoids to all manner of beasts Nicoli has been studying and learning of the various magics sects and powers in the world. He focuses, specifically, on monstrous creatures and how to combat them. He might not know what a magic item is capable of when he comes upon it, but he knows the weaknesses of vampires, undead and other nasty creatures.
Gear
Full Description/ Info:
-- Head: N/A —Shoulders: All Weather Cloak -- Torso: Leather Armor. ---- Underclothes: Simple Dark Garments -- Legs: Leather Padding Over Simple Dark Clothing. ---- Underclothes: Simple Dark Garments -- Right Arm: Steel Bracers. -- Left Arm: Steel Bracers. -- Primary Weapon: Long Sword -- Secondary Weapon: Short Sword
-- Combat Items:
Long SwordKardia -- This long, ash grey, steel forged, and slightly curved blade has a handle of polished obsidian carved into the likes of a black bird of fire, a black phoenix. The creatures wings are folded backwards to create a guard for the hand, the head pointed downwards holding a clear gem. The wings make the swords cross guard with the hilt crafted to depict delicate feathers of flame.
Upon command the blade can change to alter its metal properties. While it is generally steel Nicoli can cause the blade to become silver, cold-iron, mithril or adamantine. Doing this does not affect the integrity of the weapon, but does effect weight.
Short SwordTooth -- This weapon appears to be crafted from the tooth of a very large carnivorous creature. It is a vibrantly white, straight, thin and wide short sword. Both sides of this wicked looking weapon are covered in many small jagged barbs that tear flesh. The hilt is a simple construct of bronze wrapped in brown faded leather. (This is the tooth of some very large carnivorous creature, the likes of which Nicoli hasn't the slightest clue.)
Once this blade tastes the blood of its victim it grants the wielder an unnaturally keen awareness of them, helping the wielder to track that person across many miles, even planes. The effect lasts until the weapon is cleansed or blood of another touches its blade.
Enchanted Armor/Cloak The leather armor that Nicoli wears is enchanted to resist the impact of weapons by half, making bludgeoning weapons much less effective against him. The cloak can, on command, aid him by magically shifting its color to match that of his surroundings.
Alchemist Fire X 2.-- The small ceramic vials burn fiercely and quickly when exposed to the air. The heat is hot enough to give third degree burns, and do much worse if not put out.
Alchemist Ice X 2-- The liquid in this vial flash freezes on contact with the air. It can freeze or greatly weaken pivotal points in structures or items made of anything but metal or stone.
Acid Vials X 2-- A mixture of chemicals, this Acid can eat through skin and wood with ease.
Holy Vial X 2.-- The small ceramic vials is filled with blessed water. Extremely effective against undead. It pairs well with Alchemist Ice if it can be flashed frozen on such a creature.
Essence of Rust x 2-- Taken from the gullet of a Rust Monster, this dust can quickly eat away at non magical metals.
Adhesive Gel Bag X 2-- This bag when thrown covers roughly a 10x10 area in a very sticky glue like substance that becomes hard like cement after a few seconds.
Smoke Bombs X 2-- When the ceramic balls are broken they release a heavy dark grey cloud that can cover a 30 feet in all directions. Winds of 15+ MPH can disperse the wind in ten seconds, while winds of 25+ disperse it in 3.
Garlic Pellets X 5— These small pea size pellets release a horrendously powerful smell when broken. Those without enhanced smell sometimes feel the urge to vomit because of its strength, while those dependent on their smell often find the effects much worse and ruined for a long period of time afterwards.
Flash Pellets X 5— Also small pellets these release a bright light when cracked open. The light last for just a brief moment, but its effects can be damaging when used in total darkness or against opponents with superior eye sight.
Glass Powder X 2— These small pouches don’t do any damage to the skin, but if caught in the eye or while breathing, they can wreak havoc while tearing through the body or when the opponent blinks.
This eighteen inch long baton his faded grey with three buttons on it. Pressing the first button releases sixty feet of rope every six seconds, up to a maximum of three hundred feet, pressing the button a second time stops it, pressing it a third time draws it back in at the same speed.
Pressing the second button produces a small leather loop from one end and a sharp grappling hook out the other. Hitting the button a second time launches one third of the rod (the end with the hooks) in the direction you aim. Up to three hundred feet trails behind the launched section, this launches it the three hundred feet in one second. Pressing the button a third time retracts the rope, drawing the held end towards the hooked end if it is securely attached. It can pull up to one thousand pounds.
When you press the third button grappling hooks sprout from each end of the rod. Pressing it again launches the two ends of the rod in opposite directions simultaneously. Three hundred feet of rope can emerge from both ends, for a total of six hundred feet. Pushing the button a third time causes the held section to be able to slide along the rope freely. Pressing it a third time retracts both ends and brings it back to is inactivated state.
There are seven charms on this jet black bracelet. Nicoli wears this bracelet as an anklet, which is hidden inside his left boot. Each charm has a different minor ability that only works when attached to the specific chain. This bracelet is given to True Veiled-Ones, with each charm showing the level of skill and rank one has achieved, with eight being the Maximum. Only the Grand Master has the final charm.
-Wizards Aid– This small charm vibrates when magic is being activated/used within one hundred feet of Nicoli. It does not pin-point or identify the magic, it merely identifies that something is being used within that range.
-Rogue Feet– This charm magically silences Nicoli’s person, it only affects Nicoli and does not extend to anyone he is touching. What’s more, is that this item has to be activated by thought and lasts for only twenty minutes at a time and needs three times that much time to recharge.
-Spider Step– As the name suggests once activated, like Rogue Feet, it allows Nicoli to stick to nearly any surface. It can only be used for twenty minutes before needing to be recharged like Rogue Feet. This is best used in small instances for brief moments at a time.
-Divine. Me. Not.– This charm is useful against prying eyes. It does not outright stop Diviners, but it makes finding Nicoli through magical means much more difficult. Normal spells will not work, and often the only way to override this charm is through complicated rituals. This protection does help, though to a very a small degree, protect Nicoli's mind from intrusion. Having a piece of Nicoli (Blood, Skin, Hair) bypasses this charm easily.
-Cloud Step– This charm has three purposes. First, it makes the user incredibly light so when falling they take little to no damage, this also allows Nicoli to leap incredibly high and finally it makes it possible for Nicoli to run across liquid surfaces. This suffers the same limitations and restraints as Spider Step and Rogue Feet.
-Shaded Face– This charm, when activated, simply causes the users skin to be covered by a black ink like substance that swirls with dark red and deep blue streaks. It masks their features to hide their identity, but offers no further protection. If it covers the face than natural darkness no longer effects eye-sight. There is no limit to the use of this charm.
-Daggered– Normally this charm, when used, makes a dagger appear in the users hand. However, since this is worn on an ankle the dagger acts as a boot dagger, and does so without damaging Nicoli’s footwear. This can be activated up to five times before needing twenty-four hours to charge.
While the name is misleading, this device fits snugly on Nicoli's face. By pressing one of the buttons around the lens it switches both lenses to the desired color. Both lenses must be fully intact for the magic to work, should one lens break the other will cease to function. While Nicoli possesses five different lenses there is room for a sixth, unknown lens.
-Clear Lens- This lens acts as a magnifying glass at close range and telescope at long range. Provided the way was clear the user of this lens could identify a persons eye-color at a half mile away.
-Red Lens– This Lens shows body heat. Nothing more and nothing less, it cannot see through walls or doors.
-Blue Lens– This Lens shows magical auras, the longer that a spell or aura is looked at the more information it gives. Up to what style or school of magic it belongs too.
-Purple Lens– Similar to the Blue Lens, this shows only what is an illusion and what is not. It does not give the ability to see through the illusion however.
-Black Lens– This black lens shows finds that which seeks to remain hidden. It can identify something as a shape changer (Though not specifically what), or undead masquerading as a human. It only aids the user in identifying what is hidden and does not give specific details.
The story of Nicoli Salvatore is not for the feint of heart, it is one filled with sadness, deception and death. He was born on the small temperate island of Alexandria. His father was Machiavelli Salvatore, an influential adviser to the King as well as a very accomplished Magus. Nicolis mother was a simple women, another mage and once Machiavelli's apprentice. Though, through child birthing she was lost and it is nothing short of luck that Nicoli survived.
Being born to an adviser of the King certainly had its privileges and Machiavelli was certain to take advantage of them. Once Nicoli was old enough to walk he began of tutors and teachers of many kinds, the sort that teach the basic things, and at an early age they often acted as more of a guardian or nanny. But as Nicoli got older, around five and six, his teaching became more complex and involved.
While Machiavelli did not play an active role in the early years of his sons life, not directly at least, he was very particular on what his son would and would not learn. From the learning how to read and write, to simple arithmetic. Whats more, is that Nicoli was kept from other children and failure to learn or grasp a subject often resulted in physical reinforcement. To say that some of Nicoli's instructors were cruel would be an understatement.
By the time Nicoli was twelve it became painfully obvious to Machiavelli that despite the magical heritage of both his father and mother, Nicoli had no talent for spell-casting. He grasped the idea and finer nuances of what was needed for spell-casting, the boy simply lacked the spark. To Machiavelli his son was a great disappointment, and he was not shy about voicing this to him.
Deciding to take a calculated risk Machiavelli thought that perhaps he could use a dangerous ritual to make his son more resistant, maybe even immune to magic. That way he could have a loyal assassin, able to destroy his competitors with. After all, if the boy could not wield magic than of what other use could he be?
Machiavellis hubris had always been his downfall, and his belief in his own skill and power was misplaced. The ritual failed utterly, not only did Nicoli not become immune to magic, but arcane weapons and armor ceased to be effective in his hands. Arcane potions would only make him incredibly sick and even spells meant to aid would be reduced in their effectiveness, while those meant to harm would work as intended.
Not one to admit failure and ever being an opportunist he would not let a potential tool pass him by. If Nicoli would be of no use in the Arcane sense, then he would simply need to be fitted to a different mold and at the age of thirteen Nicolis teachings began a vastly different route.
His study of the Arcane was brought to a trickle his lessons were instead focused on how to identify and avoid spells. Nicolis true focus instead became learning the finer nuances of the court life. He was taught diplomacy, proper etiquette, how to steel his features and keep emotion from his face. His instructors taught him how to lie with a silver tongue and how to tell if others were lying to you. Whats more, Nicoli was taugh the subtle uses of a dagger. Such a weapon could be easily concealed and could just as easily kill as a sword.
His tutelage was much more than simple classroom lectures and it wasn't long before Nicoli was required to attend diplomatic functions with his father. He was expected to learn the people of the court, and to be his fathers eyes and ears. In this task Nicoli did not fail, as a young boy wanting nothing more than his fathers approval he excelled at his training and found it quite easy to assume different roles and change his demeanor based on who he was speaking to, or more often than not, who he was listening too.
As skilled as Nicoli thought he was, he was still only sixteen years old, and not truly tested. But like many young adults Nicoli thought he knew best and he took it upon himself to attempt to spy on the King. He learned that day that there is always someone more skilled than you, there is always somebody better.
Nicoli was caught hiding in the Kings private chamber one evening while he was entertaining a monarch from across the sea. Because Nicoli had heard nothing of importance the penalty for such a crime could only be one of two things, banishment or imprisonment. Since he was still a boy in the Kings eyes and since his father had dedicated years of faithful service to him he decided to banish the youth from the isle.
Truth be told Machiavelli could not care less that his son was caught, to him it was like loosing a dagger, a pity bu easily replaced with the resources he had at hand. He made no move to speak on Nicoli's behalf beyond a token gesture and his concern was only a showing so that he would not appear to be too callous in the courts eye, he was after all loyal only to the crown, and choosing loyalty to King over blood was seen as the ultimate test of loyalty, only advancing his own standing.
Nicoli was given a small amount of coin and was quickly sent on a ship with only what he could carry. He noted that day his father hadn't even come to send him away, instead it was the city guard escorting him. He left the isle that day, vowing to return and pay them all in kind. He was brought across the sea to the nearest port city, Kellport.
Kellport was a brutal place and for one accustomed to the riches of a castle it was a rude awakening to what real life was like. Despite being a man at sixteen Nicoli was not very large, he was short for his age and thin. He had to learn to survive on the streets and it became apparent after several failed attempts at pick-pocketing, one nearly costing him his hand, that he could not do it alone.
Using what skills he did have he was able to join with a small band of miscreants, Nicoli would provide the distraction, usually by pretending to be interested in buying something or causing some other commotion so that others could steal what they needed. Still, it was not enough, Nicoli wanted more, he wanted what he once had.
As luck would have it one night while Nicoli was staking out the next target for the small band of thieves he belonged to he heard the sound of muffled talking. Perched on a roof he crept to its edge and peered down. There, he saw two man confronting one. He could tell quickly by how the man by himself was dressed that he had been up to no good. His dark clothes and many daggers, not to mention the black veil he wore across his features. This man was an assassin, only they wore the Black-Veil like that.
Being one part brave and two parts dumb, Nicoli took his dagger from his belt and dropped the twelve feet in silence. His dagger catching one man in the neck as he fell. The impact wrenched him free of the weapon, but luckily his target had caught most of his momentum and so he only had his breath knocked from him when he struck the ground.
The second man, caught by surprise turned to face the newcomer, only to be run threw by the Assassin. Only after his actions, sprawled out in the alley before the black veiled assassin did Nicoli think that his actions were a mistake. Much too his surprise the man whom he would come to call Blade offered him a hand up and together they left alley.
Nicoli learned that blade was indeed a Veiled One, and that with Nicoli saving his life he was in debt to the young man and the Veiled One's always repaid their debts. In return for saving his life Blade would give him the skills to begin a new one.
His life as a petty thief was all but over and Nicoli threw himself with a zealous into his training. It allowed him to push his past far behind him, which was something that Blade demanded. Nicoli had to learn to let go of his anger and hatred, something that he extreme difficulty with.
Becoming a Veiled-One was not merely becoming an assassin. Any fool could pick up a dagger and coat it with poison. The Veiled-Ones eschewed the use of poisons and followed a tradition based on a thousand years of lore. The training regiment was unlike anything Nicoli had ever faced or heard of.
They believed in training how you fight, and so death was a knifes edge away. Failure generally meant loss of life, limb or death, it meant that only the most skilled of men and women joined their organization. Nicoli trained day in and day out with a variety of weapons and sometimes with nothing but his hands and feet.
The Veiled-Ones were also the guardians to a secret technique they called, Radiim. It required a mastery over yourself that few could accomplish. The training for that was horrifying and painful. Luckily for Nicoli Divine magic would work on him like any other man, and the Veiled-Ones were masters of their craft.
Eventually, after having been subject to some of the most physically and mentally painful experiences the minds of demented tormentors could think of Nicoli began to register pain on a different level. Pain was overcome, an after thought that did not detract from his task. This was the first step to Radiim.
The second half of the training required an understanding of oneself that was thought to be the domain of mystics and monks secluded in monasteries or the wild. It as also far more lethal than any of the training he had undergone because only he could judge his limits, and too push too far too quick would result in death.
Nicoli spent thirteen years training as a Veiled-One and perfecting his techniques. His dedication and single mindedness allowed him to traverse the ranks quicker than anyone in their history, to the point that in that short amount of time he ranked as second in the organization, surpassing his previous master Blade and becoming the Left Hand of the Grand Master. His birth name was tossed to the side, and as is befitting tradition he took on a new name to be used within the organization, he became D'angelo.
He is spinning on the ball of his left foot, which has been his lead foot the whole time. My apologies for not clarifying. Since the staff is in his left hand I pictured him sweeping the staff behind him as he spun. The staff remains vertical during the entire movement and still fairly close to his body, the end not far away from his left foot.
The staff isn't actually a block against the weapon, Ryuku's spin removed him from that danger. The purpose of the staff is to be placed there as a barrier, so that she just can't spin and swipe the blade at him.
Since you didn't clarify which side of her body the stab came from I wasn't exactly which way to spin.
The end result of his movement would be spinning out of the way while setting up a barrier to her blade, and striking out at the side of her head from her right and behind.
Cursing could have very well been something else The First Mate enjoyed nearly as much as booze, the sea, women and treasure. He hadn't slowed down in the slightest and even when there was no-one to curse at he did not stop, he merely invented words to add to his already colorful repertoire of insults. To him, it was merely another form of motivation.
“... and another thing you whoresons! I'll take me widdlin' knife and carve your back-side so it's as ugly as your front-side. AND I DON'T EVEN GOT A WIDDLIN' KNIFE!!!” He took the extra effort to reach down for a handful of sand and throw it in no particular direction.
It was when he turned to yell at the ship that he was met with a very large abundance of water. He had only the time to blink for the warm salty water dropped him to his rear and soak him once again from head to toe. It did manage something else as well, it got him to shut up.
He sat there a moment, extremely confused, when he heard a womens voice from near the ship. He looked up, water dripping from his hair and face. He took a moment to look around and then point to himself, though he said nothing, merely sat there in his own wetness, sand clinging to him everywhere. Everywhere!
-- Name: Goes by 'First Mate', 'First', 'Mate' or any combination of the two. -- Age: Appears to be in his mid to late twenties. -- Race: Human -- Sex: Male -- Height: 6'0" -- Weight: 190 Lbs -- Nationality: Unkown —Occupation: Pirate -- Status: Alive -- Appearance: *By Amry Eye color: Lavender Hair color: Bleach Blond Skin tone: Tan Physique: Muscular/Tone General Hygiene: Always clean shaven Notable marks/scars and how they were obtained: Diagonal scar across chest from a sword, puncture wounds on his back and chest from where he was chewed on by a Great White. -- Demeanor: The First Mate is a pleasant individual, he is always smiling and laughing. Quick to make friends and have a good time. He loves women (perhaps a bit to much) and he loves the sea. Those are truly the only two loves in his life, fortunately there are plenty of women and only one ocean.
.:. History .:.
His history is sketchy, much of it possibly fabricated by himself. He claims to be first mate to the King of Pirates, the most fearsome and notorious pirate to ever exist. He seems to be unaffected by the current state of the world, life on the sea he has allowed him to avoid much of the catastrophe.
.:. Contacts .:.
King of Pirates - Or so he claims.
.:. Battle Information .:.
-- Weapon of Choice: Sabre
.:. Equipment .:.
-- Head: Black Head Band -- Torso: White Silk Shir ---- Underclothes: None -- Legs: Brown Trousers ---- Underclothes: None -- Right Arm: Leather Glove -- Left Arm: Leather Glove -- Primary Weapon: Sabre -- Secondary Weapon: Main-Gauche -- Primary Support Item: Four daggers, Hand-Cross Bow
.:. Talents .:.
Two-Weapon Fighting: The First Mate uses a style of fighting based on using his Sabre to make quick attacks and the Main-Gauche for defense. It focuses heavily on balance and allows him to use the terrain to his full advantage. The style was created for fighting on constantly moving ships and is being adapted to main-land fighting.
Hydrokinesis: He has the ability to influence the motion of groups of atoms in their liquid state. The talent merely allows the him to influence the motion of liquids (but cannot control the motion of the atoms/molecules to heat up or cool down the liquid). Requires line of sight to manipulate an object. Should the amount of water be unlimited (like an ocean), he is skilled and powerful enough to capsize a standard Viking longship.
.:. Flaws .:.
Womanizer: He looks at each women as an individual challenge to be conquered.
Treasure: What self respecting pirate doesn't have an eye for things worth value?
Name: Nicoli Salvatore Alias: D'Angelo Titles: Ma'Radiim, Weapons Master, Pathfinder Apparent Age: 30 Actual Age: 30 Gender: Male Occupation: Veiled-One Demeanor: Nicoli is a man driven by his ambitions, he believes himself to be above human desires and has forsaken alcohol, sex, and drugs from his life. He tries to live a ’pure’ life not out of an attempt to reach enlightenment like so many, but because he refuses to let others have a way to exploit him.
This is not to say that Nicoli is without humor, far from it. What he finds funny most others find cruel. A sharp tongue and wit are more likely to impress him than anger him, in fact, he grudgingly respects those that can use their words like weapons.
Basic Appearance
Hair: Kept very short, and is a deep black. Facial Hair: Normally clean shaven. Sometimes seen with stubble. Eyes: Dark Blue with a black sclera. Build: Thin, Toned, Corded Height: 6'1 Weight: 212 .lbs Special Features: Scars all over his body, arms, and legs. (This picture was specifically designed/created for Nicoli.)
Combat Credentials
Combat Style: Nicoli is a tactical genius capable of finding even the smallest advantage offered him on the battlefield, or even create said advantage if given the opportunity. Nicoli is also an extremely fast learner that is capable of observing a particular combat maneuver just once or twice and adapting it to his choice of weapons. Nicoli is an extremely deadly warrior when one combines his ability to dissect the battlefield, thievery training, weapon skills, and Radiim technique.
Abilities
The Art of Assassination: Nicoli is well versed in how to kill and very familiar with humanoid anatomy. He is a adept at the creation and use of poisons but rarely employs the tactic. He is a master of using subtlety and misdirection in and out of combat and has honed his base senses to perfection in order to prevent himself from falling prey to his own tricks.
Weapons Master: There aren't many weapons Nicoli has seen that he can’t effectively use. Even if such were the case, his time spent with weapons would allow him to familiarize himself with it in moments and use it to it’s full capacity. These ‘weapons’ also include Nicoli’s body, fully capable of fighting off armed and armored opponents with his bare hands.
Thievery Training: Nicoli is extremely adept at many thieving skills to include lock picking, disarming traps, setting traps, disabling devices (magical and mundane), acrobatics, disguise, and more. He relies on his own skill rather than magic to get the job done, ensuring that he never loses his edge.
Alchemist (Adept): During his time with the Veiled Ones Nicoli has learned some of what it means to be an Alchemist. He can create many basic mundane items, and even some with magical or supernatural qualities.
Radiim: The technique known as Radiim is really several techniques used for one purpose. The user learns not simply the ability to block out pain, but to register it on a different level, like breathing, pain became a natural part of Nicolis life. This allows Nicoli to use and push his body to its limits before relying on the more advanced training of Radiim. The second and true purpose of the training, Nicoli has learned to control the flow and potency of his adrenaline as well as the use of his fast and slow twitch muscle fibers. While this does make Nicoli faster and stronger, capable of accessing a hundred percent of his potential, it does come at a cost. Shortened bursts of this, if used in succession make him tired and fatigued. While prolonged usage can result in permanent nerve/brain damage, a heart-attack and even death. All of this is compounded on top of the normal threats one faces in any battle.
Pathfinder: Nicoli has become an excellent tracker over the years. His keen senses and attention to detail have helped him become a Pathfinder. Nicoli is capable of tracking and making his way safely through any environment, he knows how to survive; what to eat, identify plants and animals, what to avoid when in a natural setting and other general knowledge associated with a woodsmen.
Eldritch Knowledge: Since having expanded his quarry from humanoids to all manner of beasts Nicoli has been studying and learning of the various magics sects and powers in the world. He focuses, specifically, on monstrous creatures and how to combat them. He might not know what a magic item is capable of when he comes upon it, but he knows the weaknesses of vampires, undead and other nasty creatures.
Gear
Full Description/ Info:
-- Head: N/A —Shoulders: All Weather Cloak -- Torso: Leather Armor. ---- Underclothes: Simple Dark Garments -- Legs: Leather Padding Over Simple Dark Clothing. ---- Underclothes: Simple Dark Garments -- Right Arm: Steel Bracers. -- Left Arm: Steel Bracers. -- Primary Weapon: Long Sword -- Secondary Weapon: Short Sword
-- Combat Items:
Long SwordKardia -- This long, ash grey, steel forged, and slightly curved blade has a handle of polished obsidian carved into the likes of a black bird of fire, a black phoenix. The creatures wings are folded backwards to create a guard for the hand, the head pointed downwards holding a clear gem. The wings make the swords cross guard with the hilt crafted to depict delicate feathers of flame.
Upon command the blade can change to alter its metal properties. While it is generally steel Nicoli can cause the blade to become silver, cold-iron, mithril or adamantine. Doing this does not affect the integrity of the weapon, but does effect weight.
Short SwordTooth -- This weapon appears to be crafted from the tooth of a very large carnivorous creature. It is a vibrantly white, straight, thin and wide short sword. Both sides of this wicked looking weapon are covered in many small jagged barbs that tear flesh. The hilt is a simple construct of bronze wrapped in brown faded leather. (This is the tooth of some very large carnivorous creature, the likes of which Nicoli hasn't the slightest clue.)
Once this blade tastes the blood of its victim it grants the wielder an unnaturally keen awareness of them, helping the wielder to track that person across many miles, even planes. The effect lasts until the weapon is cleansed or blood of another touches its blade.
Enchanted Armor/Cloak The leather armor that Nicoli wears is enchanted to resist the impact of weapons by half, making bludgeoning weapons much less effective against him. The cloak can, on command, aid him by magically shifting its color to match that of his surroundings.
Alchemist Fire X 2.-- The small ceramic vials burn fiercely and quickly when exposed to the air. The heat is hot enough to give third degree burns, and do much worse if not put out.
Alchemist Ice X 2-- The liquid in this vial flash freezes on contact with the air. It can freeze or greatly weaken pivotal points in structures or items made of anything but metal or stone.
Acid Vials X 2-- A mixture of chemicals, this Acid can eat through skin and wood with ease.
Holy Vial X 2.-- The small ceramic vials is filled with blessed water. Extremely effective against undead. It pairs well with Alchemist Ice if it can be flashed frozen on such a creature.
Essence of Rust x 2-- Taken from the gullet of a Rust Monster, this dust can quickly eat away at non magical metals.
Adhesive Gel Bag X 2-- This bag when thrown covers roughly a 10x10 area in a very sticky glue like substance that becomes hard like cement after a few seconds.
Smoke Bombs X 2-- When the ceramic balls are broken they release a heavy dark grey cloud that can cover a 30 feet in all directions. Winds of 15+ MPH can disperse the wind in ten seconds, while winds of 25+ disperse it in 3.
Garlic Pellets X 5— These small pea size pellets release a horrendously powerful smell when broken. Those without enhanced smell sometimes feel the urge to vomit because of its strength, while those dependent on their smell often find the effects much worse and ruined for a long period of time afterwards.
Flash Pellets X 5— Also small pellets these release a bright light when cracked open. The light last for just a brief moment, but its effects can be damaging when used in total darkness or against opponents with superior eye sight.
Glass Powder X 2— These small pouches don’t do any damage to the skin, but if caught in the eye or while breathing, they can wreak havoc while tearing through the body or when the opponent blinks.
This eighteen inch long baton his faded grey with three buttons on it. Pressing the first button releases sixty feet of rope every six seconds, up to a maximum of three hundred feet, pressing the button a second time stops it, pressing it a third time draws it back in at the same speed.
Pressing the second button produces a small leather loop from one end and a sharp grappling hook out the other. Hitting the button a second time launches one third of the rod (the end with the hooks) in the direction you aim. Up to three hundred feet trails behind the launched section, this launches it the three hundred feet in one second. Pressing the button a third time retracts the rope, drawing the held end towards the hooked end if it is securely attached. It can pull up to one thousand pounds.
When you press the third button grappling hooks sprout from each end of the rod. Pressing it again launches the two ends of the rod in opposite directions simultaneously. Three hundred feet of rope can emerge from both ends, for a total of six hundred feet. Pushing the button a third time causes the held section to be able to slide along the rope freely. Pressing it a third time retracts both ends and brings it back to is inactivated state.
There are seven charms on this jet black bracelet. Nicoli wears this bracelet as an anklet, which is hidden inside his left boot. Each charm has a different minor ability that only works when attached to the specific chain. This bracelet is given to True Veiled-Ones, with each charm showing the level of skill and rank one has achieved, with eight being the Maximum. Only the Grand Master has the final charm.
-Wizards Aid– This small charm vibrates when magic is being activated/used within one hundred feet of Nicoli. It does not pin-point or identify the magic, it merely identifies that something is being used within that range.
-Rogue Feet– This charm magically silences Nicoli’s person, it only affects Nicoli and does not extend to anyone he is touching. What’s more, is that this item has to be activated by thought and lasts for only twenty minutes at a time and needs three times that much time to recharge.
-Spider Step– As the name suggests once activated, like Rogue Feet, it allows Nicoli to stick to nearly any surface. It can only be used for twenty minutes before needing to be recharged like Rogue Feet. This is best used in small instances for brief moments at a time.
-Divine. Me. Not.– This charm is useful against prying eyes. It does not outright stop Diviners, but it makes finding Nicoli through magical means much more difficult. Normal spells will not work, and often the only way to override this charm is through complicated rituals. This protection does help, though to a very a small degree, protect Nicoli's mind from intrusion. Having a piece of Nicoli (Blood, Skin, Hair) bypasses this charm easily.
-Cloud Step– This charm has three purposes. First, it makes the user incredibly light so when falling they take little to no damage, this also allows Nicoli to leap incredibly high and finally it makes it possible for Nicoli to run across liquid surfaces. This suffers the same limitations and restraints as Spider Step and Rogue Feet.
-Shaded Face– This charm, when activated, simply causes the users skin to be covered by a black ink like substance that swirls with dark red and deep blue streaks. It masks their features to hide their identity, but offers no further protection. If it covers the face than natural darkness no longer effects eye-sight. There is no limit to the use of this charm.
-Daggered– Normally this charm, when used, makes a dagger appear in the users hand. However, since this is worn on an ankle the dagger acts as a boot dagger, and does so without damaging Nicoli’s footwear. This can be activated up to five times before needing twenty-four hours to charge.
While the name is misleading, this device fits snugly on Nicoli's face. By pressing one of the buttons around the lens it switches both lenses to the desired color. Both lenses must be fully intact for the magic to work, should one lens break the other will cease to function. While Nicoli possesses five different lenses there is room for a sixth, unknown lens.
-Clear Lens- This lens acts as a magnifying glass at close range and telescope at long range. Provided the way was clear the user of this lens could identify a persons eye-color at a half mile away.
-Red Lens– This Lens shows body heat. Nothing more and nothing less, it cannot see through walls or doors.
-Blue Lens– This Lens shows magical auras, the longer that a spell or aura is looked at the more information it gives. Up to what style or school of magic it belongs too.
-Purple Lens– Similar to the Blue Lens, this shows only what is an illusion and what is not. It does not give the ability to see through the illusion however.
-Black Lens– This black lens shows finds that which seeks to remain hidden. It can identify something as a shape changer (Though not specifically what), or undead masquerading as a human. It only aids the user in identifying what is hidden and does not give specific details.
The story of Nicoli Salvatore is not for the feint of heart, it is one filled with sadness, deception and death. He was born on the small temperate island of Alexandria. His father was Machiavelli Salvatore, an influential adviser to the King as well as a very accomplished Magus. Nicolis mother was a simple women, another mage and once Machiavelli's apprentice. Though, through child birthing she was lost and it is nothing short of luck that Nicoli survived.
Being born to an adviser of the King certainly had its privileges and Machiavelli was certain to take advantage of them. Once Nicoli was old enough to walk he began of tutors and teachers of many kinds, the sort that teach the basic things, and at an early age they often acted as more of a guardian or nanny. But as Nicoli got older, around five and six, his teaching became more complex and involved.
While Machiavelli did not play an active role in the early years of his sons life, not directly at least, he was very particular on what his son would and would not learn. From the learning how to read and write, to simple arithmetic. Whats more, is that Nicoli was kept from other children and failure to learn or grasp a subject often resulted in physical reinforcement. To say that some of Nicoli's instructors were cruel would be an understatement.
By the time Nicoli was twelve it became painfully obvious to Machiavelli that despite the magical heritage of both his father and mother, Nicoli had no talent for spell-casting. He grasped the idea and finer nuances of what was needed for spell-casting, the boy simply lacked the spark. To Machiavelli his son was a great disappointment, and he was not shy about voicing this to him.
Deciding to take a calculated risk Machiavelli thought that perhaps he could use a dangerous ritual to make his son more resistant, maybe even immune to magic. That way he could have a loyal assassin, able to destroy his competitors with. After all, if the boy could not wield magic than of what other use could he be?
Machiavellis hubris had always been his downfall, and his belief in his own skill and power was misplaced. The ritual failed utterly, not only did Nicoli not become immune to magic, but arcane weapons and armor ceased to be effective in his hands. Arcane potions would only make him incredibly sick and even spells meant to aid would be reduced in their effectiveness, while those meant to harm would work as intended.
Not one to admit failure and ever being an opportunist he would not let a potential tool pass him by. If Nicoli would be of no use in the Arcane sense, then he would simply need to be fitted to a different mold and at the age of thirteen Nicolis teachings began a vastly different route.
His study of the Arcane was brought to a trickle his lessons were instead focused on how to identify and avoid spells. Nicolis true focus instead became learning the finer nuances of the court life. He was taught diplomacy, proper etiquette, how to steel his features and keep emotion from his face. His instructors taught him how to lie with a silver tongue and how to tell if others were lying to you. Whats more, Nicoli was taugh the subtle uses of a dagger. Such a weapon could be easily concealed and could just as easily kill as a sword.
His tutelage was much more than simple classroom lectures and it wasn't long before Nicoli was required to attend diplomatic functions with his father. He was expected to learn the people of the court, and to be his fathers eyes and ears. In this task Nicoli did not fail, as a young boy wanting nothing more than his fathers approval he excelled at his training and found it quite easy to assume different roles and change his demeanor based on who he was speaking to, or more often than not, who he was listening too.
As skilled as Nicoli thought he was, he was still only sixteen years old, and not truly tested. But like many young adults Nicoli thought he knew best and he took it upon himself to attempt to spy on the King. He learned that day that there is always someone more skilled than you, there is always somebody better.
Nicoli was caught hiding in the Kings private chamber one evening while he was entertaining a monarch from across the sea. Because Nicoli had heard nothing of importance the penalty for such a crime could only be one of two things, banishment or imprisonment. Since he was still a boy in the Kings eyes and since his father had dedicated years of faithful service to him he decided to banish the youth from the isle.
Truth be told Machiavelli could not care less that his son was caught, to him it was like loosing a dagger, a pity bu easily replaced with the resources he had at hand. He made no move to speak on Nicoli's behalf beyond a token gesture and his concern was only a showing so that he would not appear to be too callous in the courts eye, he was after all loyal only to the crown, and choosing loyalty to King over blood was seen as the ultimate test of loyalty, only advancing his own standing.
Nicoli was given a small amount of coin and was quickly sent on a ship with only what he could carry. He noted that day his father hadn't even come to send him away, instead it was the city guard escorting him. He left the isle that day, vowing to return and pay them all in kind. He was brought across the sea to the nearest port city, Kellport.
Kellport was a brutal place and for one accustomed to the riches of a castle it was a rude awakening to what real life was like. Despite being a man at sixteen Nicoli was not very large, he was short for his age and thin. He had to learn to survive on the streets and it became apparent after several failed attempts at pick-pocketing, one nearly costing him his hand, that he could not do it alone.
Using what skills he did have he was able to join with a small band of miscreants, Nicoli would provide the distraction, usually by pretending to be interested in buying something or causing some other commotion so that others could steal what they needed. Still, it was not enough, Nicoli wanted more, he wanted what he once had.
As luck would have it one night while Nicoli was staking out the next target for the small band of thieves he belonged to he heard the sound of muffled talking. Perched on a roof he crept to its edge and peered down. There, he saw two man confronting one. He could tell quickly by how the man by himself was dressed that he had been up to no good. His dark clothes and many daggers, not to mention the black veil he wore across his features. This man was an assassin, only they wore the Black-Veil like that.
Being one part brave and two parts dumb, Nicoli took his dagger from his belt and dropped the twelve feet in silence. His dagger catching one man in the neck as he fell. The impact wrenched him free of the weapon, but luckily his target had caught most of his momentum and so he only had his breath knocked from him when he struck the ground.
The second man, caught by surprise turned to face the newcomer, only to be run threw by the Assassin. Only after his actions, sprawled out in the alley before the black veiled assassin did Nicoli think that his actions were a mistake. Much too his surprise the man whom he would come to call Blade offered him a hand up and together they left alley.
Nicoli learned that blade was indeed a Veiled One, and that with Nicoli saving his life he was in debt to the young man and the Veiled One's always repaid their debts. In return for saving his life Blade would give him the skills to begin a new one.
His life as a petty thief was all but over and Nicoli threw himself with a zealous into his training. It allowed him to push his past far behind him, which was something that Blade demanded. Nicoli had to learn to let go of his anger and hatred, something that he extreme difficulty with.
Becoming a Veiled-One was not merely becoming an assassin. Any fool could pick up a dagger and coat it with poison. The Veiled-Ones eschewed the use of poisons and followed a tradition based on a thousand years of lore. The training regiment was unlike anything Nicoli had ever faced or heard of.
They believed in training how you fight, and so death was a knifes edge away. Failure generally meant loss of life, limb or death, it meant that only the most skilled of men and women joined their organization. Nicoli trained day in and day out with a variety of weapons and sometimes with nothing but his hands and feet.
The Veiled-Ones were also the guardians to a secret technique they called, Radiim. It required a mastery over yourself that few could accomplish. The training for that was horrifying and painful. Luckily for Nicoli Divine magic would work on him like any other man, and the Veiled-Ones were masters of their craft.
Eventually, after having been subject to some of the most physically and mentally painful experiences the minds of demented tormentors could think of Nicoli began to register pain on a different level. Pain was overcome, an after thought that did not detract from his task. This was the first step to Radiim.
The second half of the training required an understanding of oneself that was thought to be the domain of mystics and monks secluded in monasteries or the wild. It as also far more lethal than any of the training he had undergone because only he could judge his limits, and too push too far too quick would result in death.
Nicoli spent thirteen years training as a Veiled-One and perfecting his techniques. His dedication and single mindedness allowed him to traverse the ranks quicker than anyone in their history, to the point that in that short amount of time he ranked as second in the organization, surpassing his previous master Blade and becoming the Left Hand of the Grand Master. His birth name was tossed to the side, and as is befitting tradition he took on a new name to be used within the organization, he became D'angelo.
Lich's, in D&D terms, can still be defeated even killed temporarily. They simply return to where ever their phylactery is. So ya know, cutting him in-half or cleaving the head off could still kill him...at least for the purposes of the tournament.
Booze. The sea. Treasure. Women. These were all things that The First Mate had come to love, though not necessarily in that order. They were things he was constantly chasing, searching before, or traveling on. Earlier he had been in the company of all four, and what a grand celebration it had been. At least, he was fairly sure it had been grand, he didn't exactly remember the details, though he had woken up with two lasses on each arm in the large galley that he had procured earlier in the weak.
The unfortunate part had been not that he woke up, but how he had woken up. Wood creaking and groaning, the ship tossing and turning and the sharp pain of his face smacking the floor or... had it been the ceiling? He couldn't remember. What he did remember was the feeling of the warm water as the ship broke around him. He hadn't been sure exactly what happened, only that they had stopped moving.
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The First Mate had done his best to get topside, but a broken mast blocked his exit. Cursing like pirate, not a bloody sailor, he reached out his will to the water he stood knee deep in. With an effort of will he used the water to shatter the starboard side of the ship, light poured in and he let out a cry of pain. Hangovers were a bitch.
He dropped from the hole a moment later, landing in knee deep water. He belted on the weapons he had been carrying and stood standing there for a moment in nothing but his britches and a sword-belt, left hand covering his eyes as he gazed around, trying to make sense out of all of this confusion.
“Which one of ye bloody idiots ran'er aground!?” He screamed, stomping in the water for extra effect as he headed towards dry land so that he could properly assess the damage. “Which one of ye sank the... the...” He looked to the side of the ship where its name was clearly visible. Yet, he couldn't read it, though he knew the second half of the named started with a P.
“Sunk... the P ship!?” Clearly it hadn't registered to The First Mate that much of his crew was likely dead, or were running off behind. That, or he simply didn't care to notice as he waved his arms about and continue to scream incoherent swear-words at any and everything.
Ryuku had not expected teleportation, he had been taught that it was a dangerous technique and so it was not one he had ever bothered to learn. Clearly his opponent had a understanding of her inner energies that may even surpass his own. The thrill of facing such an opponent sent shivers through Ryuku's body. Loose or win, he would give it everything he had.
As a user of Qi, a fairly adept one at that, he could sense the energy charged kunai when they had passed and so while he had no expected her to simply appear attacking, he was not caught unable to defend himself when he sensed the switch in energy, he moved as quickly as he possibly could.
The whole of his staff would sweep behind him as he pivoted on the ball of his left foot. He maintained perfect balance during his rotation, which would have been enough on its own to carry him out of the blades path. But for Ryuku, every action served a purpose, each step in this dance was merely one of many, of a greater whole.
His sweeping staff was not an attack, though with how close they were to one another it would take minimal effort to extend his left arm slightly and attempt to strike his opponent. Rather it was an obstacle, remaining between him and the Wakizashi should the stab be turned into an attempt to slice at him as he turned. His attack came about with the spin, his right hand striking out in a palm strike that was aimed at the right side of the girls head, specifically at her temple, one well aimed strike could, in theory, remove her from the fight.
It was all timed with perfection, the block with the staff, the strike with his right hand and the placement of his right foot back on the ground after the spin to lend the power to the technique that he needed. His gathering of Qi slowed with his shift from defense to offensive, but it was still there, Qi pooling for the use in one of his many techniques when he deemed necessary.
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