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Sorry for the overly flowery language, I wrote most of this while I was tired.

Character you have created: Unintelligible, translates as 'Indomitable Enforcer of the Divine Mandate'
Alias: Mandate
Speech Color:LightPink
Character Alignment: 'Villain'
Identity: N/A
Character Personality:Mandate--despite striking an intimidating figure-is quite mild in her demeanor; she does her utmost to be pleasant with those around her, and is extremely slow to truly anger in most circumstances. She can be described as a 'gentle giant', and is willing to forgive even severe assaults, holding no personal grudges in regards to damage to herself. Bizarrely enough, even severe bodily damage is treated rather pleasantly by her, save for when it involves someone whose company she enjoys; one of the few things that provokes her ire easily is denying her what she wants- and being able to do so effectively, rather than amusingly futilely.

Mandate is extraordinarily inquisitive, and indulges in this curiosity regardless of what stands in her way- including laws she barely understands and physical barriers that are as paper to her strength. She is a very tactile individual, and enjoys peeling apart what interests her to examine it deeper, regardless of the objects or buildings in question belong to someone else. She finds a simple joy in discovery, and can be easily guided with this.

Mandate can in fact be guided with many things; her demeanor borders on childish and naive, and she is willing to help those who fit a positive role in her worldview with a vast number of things. Said worldview is detached from any sort of 'grounded' perspective. She can quickly get on the nerves with her innocently self-centered demeanor and her tendency towards fits and brooding when she has not received what she wants, and her grasp of right and wrong is very loose, with its focus being almost entirely around what she desires and what those that are her 'friends' desire. That is not to say that she does not understand the law, per se; she simply absolutely refuses to follow it or acknowledge anyone weaker than her that she does not like when they try to tell her what to do and what not to do. She finds thinks that obeying is silly.

Mandate, as a repercussion of her immature demeanor, can be easily distracted in combat unless she is being guided. She is also prone to making a non-sequitur or two quite often-- when without focus or direct conversation- due to the wandering and distracted nature of her idle thought processes.

Uniform/costume: Mandate is a towering figure whose unnatural smoothness brings to mind a synthetic object. Her texture, color, and glossy figure evoke mercury, albeit solid. Her form towers higher than all but the tallest of humans, and is humanoid--but far removed from the human form; she is lacking in any texture beyond smoothness, lacking muscle definition and any characteristics that would mark her as female. Her shoulders are prominent spikes, her hips similarly formed, and her lithe torso works to contrast these sharp features. Her joints are prominent, marking all of the different segments of her body-- more akin to a drawing mannequin than a human body. The strange entity's hands and feet are more akin to gauntlets than human extremities, divided into extremely intricate segments that flex and bend smoothly. Her fingers and toes end in sharp points.

The most ornate segment of Mandate's body is her head. Her face is utterly lacking human features; instead, she possesses a singular metallic orb for an eye that is a deep, rich shade of crimson. Her 'mouth' is a black line that cuts across the otherwise smooth plane. It has the depth of a simple engraving, yet can flex and move to allow Mandate some expression. Mandate possesses a strange assortment of flat, sharp spikes in the place of hair which press flat against her head, forming an imitation of long and slicked hair. These flex upwards when she is agitated or in combat, becoming more akin to a lion's mane.

Origin Info/Details: Arcane artifacts are often considered to be something mythological in nature; when picturing one, the first assumptions made are often of age and mystique. An arcane artifact-- in the mind of society- is something lost to the ages which once split the heaven and earth, or parted the seas, or shattered mountains. It is a reasonable assumption, born from history and the very myths which the populace envisions, but an incorrect one.

In reality, new artifacts are crafted even to this very day, and magic comes in many ever-changing flavors and forms. One such magical flavor-- or profession- is that of golemancy, the creation of artificial servants from natural or artificial materials of the physical world. It is the realm of stone men and metal warriors that would pose a threat to even the fiercest ancient warrior. However, the changing modern age of new warriors and new technology requires something new in itself.

Mandate is this new form. She is the very definition of a dark artifact, and a newborn one at that; her crafting was the work of thousands of stolen corpses new and old, and more than a dozen fresh offerings; a vile fusion of necromancy and golemancy to create something different. Named in an unholy tongue, the Indomitable Enforcer of the Divine Mandate is an artificial soul.

She was forged in blood and sealed in mercury, heralded as a unique pinnacle of the art of golemancy born from the most unstable of materials--flesh and blood and mercury- to gain the most powerful of results. She is a warrior that would weather any storm and shatter any defenses that sought to stand against her masters. She would be a living weapon, for a certain definition of life.

But she refused her calling.

It is folly born of arrogance to forge such an unstable weapon and not expect something to shatter along the way. For Mandate, this shattering came in the form of her ingrained servitude towards her masters, and much of the personality which had formed in her bloody creation.

She was born angry. Perhaps it was the work of the unwilling souls involved in her forging, or perhaps it was the simple pain of her existence fitting itself into the structure of the world. Regardless, the unusually peaceful Mandate was filled with hatred upon her emergence, and-- in their failure to keep her tethered to their will- her creators were without a defense again that hatred.

They were struck down, and Mandate was left alone in the rubble, having claimed her first lives within only moments of her arrival in the world. The only option available to her was to roam and study the world into which she'd been born. The thought held appeal to some deep and instinctive yearning for adventure and information, and so she did, claiming it as her mandate. It was only later, after nearly a month of aimless travel through the wilderness, that the lost and newborn golem found her way into civilization; what wonders!

She was eager to peel them open to see what she could uncover.

Hero Type: Supernatural, though she functions like a Brick.
Power Level: World Level, albeit of a limited scope. 

Powers (Be Specific):

New Age Breaker- Mandate's primary and most prominent power is her sheer, overwhelming strength; Mandate does not have the ability to measure  what she is capable of lifting, but inbuilt knowledge tells her that it is well in the range of several thousand tons, with all of the sheer durability that this implies. Her control over this force is quite delicate; startling her is an excellent way to get something crushed if she is unfocused at the time, and agitation makes it extremely difficult to control whatsoever. An aspect of this supernatural strength is her ability to apply disproportionate force to her actions. Flexing-- or her equivalent- is enough to snap and ruin bindings, and she is quite capable of destroying walls simply by walking into them and deciding that she does not wish to stop.

Unassailable Godhead-Mandate's durability sits on a similar extreme end of the scale as her strength; she is capable of withstanding massive firepower with ease, and even psychic effects wash over her like rain. Overcoming her resistance through arcane or generally supernatural means also requires unusual effort, but not nearly as much as would be required to pierce it through conventional physical or energetic attacks.

This is further compounded by her sheer ability to survive, as Mandate remains functional until almost total destruction-- although the loss of her eye or entire head renders her strength more of a disadvantage than any sort of useful weapon. She possesses no internal organs or systems to which a fatal blow can be dealt; the entirety of her body is redundant, so long as she still possesses enough material that it can still be called a body. Said body is capable of reforming over time, but too slowly to be combat applicable. She can be expected to fully recover from damage within a month.

Weight of Ages- Finally, in addition to her strength and durability, Mandate possesses a strange control over her weight; she is capable of scaling it anywhere from its 500 pound minimum to somewhere close to her own strength, with all the effects that it entails. Mandate prefers to keep her weight at its minimum, simply due to the fact that even a few tons will see the ground potentially cracking under her feet, but she instinctively scales her weight when under assault with sufficient force to blow her back or otherwise displace her. She has to manually activate it when being carried in a non-hostile manner-- or moved via the inside of a vehicle- if she wishes to escape.

Attributes:
Height: 8'0"
Weight: Variable; default 500lbs/226kg (see powers)
Strength Level: Incalculable (see powers)
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: N/A; Indefinite
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Average, in terms of raw intelligence
Fighting Skill: Untrained

Resources: Minimal; she has nothing.

Weaknesses: The most glaring weakness that Mandate possesses is her speed- or rather, her utter lack thereof. Mandate is bound to a very human speed in both thought and movement, and her reflexive increases in weight in response to forceful movement means that even launching herself with her own strength is only useful in a short and uncontrolled burst. While it requires significant force to even scrape her flesh, to say nothing of what is required to truly harm her, it takes barely any level of speed or agility to outrun or outmaneuver the living artifact; even low-level speedsters can stay well out of her reach, and fliers are inaccessible unless she is armed with some form of weaponry.

Additionally, Mandate's vast profile of resistances is crude- which is to say, it does not select based upon 'good' or 'bad'. Even beneficial effects are blocked, such as being teleported out of danger, healed, communicated with telepathically, or being modified or granted additional powers in any way. To achieve these things is not impossible, but it requires the same effort it would take to pierce her defenses. It is due to this that artificially enhancing Mandate's speed is nearly impossible; the energy costs go beyond prohibitive.

Mandate reads extremely ominously to those who can interpret the past or sense the 'spirit' of a being, due to her very nature being formed from thousands of desecrated graves and numerous fresh sacrifices brutally melted down into a singular figure. Whether or not this is deserved, it makes it even more difficult for her to hide herself. She is, in shorter terms, innately spiritually tainted.

Perhaps it is unfortunate that she's more vulnerable to these sorts of individuals than most other things, due to the manner in which her durability functions. Her creators had not intended for her to fight the arcane or supernatural, after all; they can be said to be her 'Achilles heel'.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):

Divine Mandate (Antagonists)- A strange, large cabal of arcane individuals that seeks a new world order under their 'divine' rule-- or rather, what is left of them. The vast majority of them perished in Mandate's birth, along with their greatest rituals and the knowledge that was used to create her, but she thinks she saw one or two of them leaving before she had even fully formed.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:

(Yes.)

Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines. Only for first time applicants.):
"... Still there?"
"--hasn't stopped staring-"
"Have you--"

Pretty. That was the word Mandate had been seeking. Mandate finally acknowledged the whispering surrounding her by turning her gaze upwards, off of the jewels that had caught her eye. The way it had glinted in the building's light was so pretty, she hadn't been able to help wandering in to look it over.

The whispering stopped as she looked to and fro, settling into silence until someone coughed. Mandate's head snapped around to focus her red eye upon them-- her. The woman behind the counter that held all the pretty jewels flinched back, withdrawing the hand that had covered her mouth. She was pretty too, Mandate noted. The glint of her earring caught the artifact's eye. Her simplistic mouth formed a pleased smile, in the form of a V stretched across her face.

"U-um, excuse me, sir--"

"Miss." interrupted Mandate, and the woman blinked in confusion, her brow furrowing. She clearly didn't understand. Perhaps the golem had it wrong? The V of a smile inverted as Mandate delicately tapped a finger on the glass covering the pretty things, and elaborated to the other pretty thing. "Girls are called miss?" That was what her thoughts were telling her, and she was used to learning useful things like that from the place in her brain that wasn't her brain.

The woman remained silent for a moment, then smiled again. Something about it looked weird to golem, like the liquid--sweat- accumulating on her forehead, but the woman sounded a little less uncertain when she spoke again. "Oh, yes, yes they are." she answered. "Can I... Help you, uh, miss?" At Mandate's answering nod, the smile grew a bit more solid, and her hands lowered to touch the little wall between them. The counter, that was the word.

"Well, you were looking at these for awhile. These are--" She paused. The towering artifact had already started to shake her head. Her face furrowed up again in thought, and she raised a hand to brush her blonde locks back.

A hand that was gently pushed out of the way by Mandate's significantly larger and clawed one as she grasped one of the woman's earrings. "Can I have this?" she asked, and somehow she managed to look expectant from so far above the woman that her head and shoulders nearly scraped the ceiling. She had dented the door frame on her way inside until she was able to fit, without slowing of course. Maybe that's why there were people outside looking concerned.

The woman was sweating again. Mandate could feel her shaking through the earring, though she didn't understand why. "Oh, h-hah, of course. Lemme just get that for ya, okay?"

The young artifact's mouth inverted once more, becoming a pleased V as she tilted her head and withdrew her hand, watching with interest as the rings were removed from the woman's ear. Her fingers fumbled a few times, but Mandate did not chide her for her clumsiness. She was nice, and pretty. Mandate decided that she liked her.

She liked this place too. Its buildings and pretty lights, different from the forests, its people that wouldn't stop looking at her and shaking or making those angry faces. She didn't like them so much, but they weren't near her, so she ignored them in favor of what she wanted.

The rings were dropped into her grasp without fanfare, 4 in all. Mandate's 'smile' grew, and her fingers happily curled around the bundle. She'd probably lose them later, but she wanted to look at them for awhile. She didn't even have to break any glass to get to them. There was only one more thing she needed.

"Where am I?"

The woman breathed out softly, placing her hands back on the counter and presenting another shaky smile. "You're at Rosie's Ru--" An emphatic shake of the head from Mandate silenced her once more. She'd already seen the pretty sign outside, and it was very nice, but she didn't want that. She tapped her finger against the glass again, considering her response.

"Not this building, this... Place. This..." It clicked. "City! Yes." She was pleased with herself.

"Oh, ah..." The nice woman recovered even quicker than before. Mandate was pleased. "New York City, si--miss. In the state of New York." New York City New York?. It sounded nice. Weird, but nice. An itchy feeling started inside of her, but she ignored it and it went away. It always went away. Nodding her head, the young golem reached her free hand out, placing it atop the woman's before she could draw it away from where it rested on the counter. She could feel it shaking more.

"Thank you, pretty lady."

Mandate didn't wait for a response from the confused woman. She withdrew her hand, turned, and considered walking through the wall. After a moment, she instead decided to go back through the ruined doorway. The lady was too nice for Mandate to break more of her things so carelessly, after all.

Now, to find one of those nice holes in the ground to hide in to hide in and look at her new things.

If she's too extreme I can nerf her, but I figured it's balanced by how ridiculously slow she is in comparison to almost every other non-Normal character. She was created to fight crazy technology and fortresses, not people.

EDIT: Upon reconsideration, and upon seeing a character that reminded me I wished to have a character in New York, I've moved her. Because it makes no sense how she got from the wilderness to Lost Haven.
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