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Lu bu from Extra?
Yeah I'm good
. feel free to get a Black key lodged in your skull Mani
. feel free to get a Black key lodged in your skull Mani
A large burly man walks through the entrance. His expression impassive as he takes note of the oddly small turnout.
Private residence in Fuyuki City
Brecht stood in front of a widescreen TV as an aged figure spoke through it
"In short, your primary objective is to verify the legitimacy of our records regarding Holy Grail and of course, to secure it afterwards. To ensure success, the items you requested have been delivered."
"Yeah yeah, I got it."
"And in the event you should be defeated..."
"Not a trace. I've been briefed." With that, Brecht pushed a button on a remote, turning the screen off.
Thought he'd never shut up. Now then, time to get this party rolling.[/i] Brecht approached the magic array set on the floor and tossed what appeared to be a rusted blade onto its center. As he recited a foreign incantation, the circle glowed brightly as a male figure took shape.
"....You summoned me?..." The new arrival spoke in agitation
"Glad to see you've still got some sense there, Berserker." The officer brought out a bottle of fine wine and two glass cups from a nearby table "A toast to to our new partnership" Before Strongarm could pour the wine, Berserker made for a swiping motion leaving the mage momentarily confused until his eyes caught a wine bottle placed firmly in the specter's grip; and to no surprise, found his right hand bare. "Quite the thirsty fella ain't ya" Brecht said with a mixture of a disturbed yet somewhat amused expression crossing his features as Berserker chugged down the contents in the bottle until it emptied and was tossed away "Here's to hoping that craving will be sated by the blood of our enemies." At that proclamation, a faint smirk escaped the Berserker's lips.
Brecht stood in front of a widescreen TV as an aged figure spoke through it
"In short, your primary objective is to verify the legitimacy of our records regarding Holy Grail and of course, to secure it afterwards. To ensure success, the items you requested have been delivered."
"Yeah yeah, I got it."
"And in the event you should be defeated..."
"Not a trace. I've been briefed." With that, Brecht pushed a button on a remote, turning the screen off.
Thought he'd never shut up. Now then, time to get this party rolling.[/i] Brecht approached the magic array set on the floor and tossed what appeared to be a rusted blade onto its center. As he recited a foreign incantation, the circle glowed brightly as a male figure took shape.
"....You summoned me?..." The new arrival spoke in agitation
"Glad to see you've still got some sense there, Berserker." The officer brought out a bottle of fine wine and two glass cups from a nearby table "A toast to to our new partnership" Before Strongarm could pour the wine, Berserker made for a swiping motion leaving the mage momentarily confused until his eyes caught a wine bottle placed firmly in the specter's grip; and to no surprise, found his right hand bare. "Quite the thirsty fella ain't ya" Brecht said with a mixture of a disturbed yet somewhat amused expression crossing his features as Berserker chugged down the contents in the bottle until it emptied and was tossed away "Here's to hoping that craving will be sated by the blood of our enemies." At that proclamation, a faint smirk escaped the Berserker's lips.
Master sheet is finished
Name: Brecht Strongarm
Age: Late 20s
magic specialization: Vibration-based thaumaturgy
Biography: MURIKA (United States Government secret agent codename: F.R.E.E.D.O.M . Brecht was orphaned during a glorious, sanctioned, AMERICAN related war and taken in by a military commander. He was raised from an early age to undergo the most rigorous mental/physical training unsuitable for even adults; all in order for him to become a super soldier. By the age of 14 even the force 10 or 20 men could not so much as deter him. Various medical tests lead private doctors to question why muscular dystrophy had yet to occur, Brecht replied by smashing their heads against the wall and stating "Such nonsense is un-AMERICAN and therefore unnecessary" It was then understood that the concept was very clearly discarded and done away with under the unyielding might of PATRIOTISM. Once the boy reached 18, he was enlisted as a government officer to be sent on only the most covert operations, his methods whoever, were not so subtle. Brecht considered any obstacle standing in the way of victory a threat that needed to be neutralized with extreme prejudice. Strangely enough, he had never taken a life, merely beaten his enemies into submission and giving them the option to Live Free or have their balls crushed like a filthy commie, naturally the answer was always the same. Despite Brecht's unwillingness to kill, his victims didn't always come out unscathed, Some were diagnosed with severe injuries such as: Indefinite comas, loss of control over bodily functions etc. His brutality became legendary and was feared by even his superior officers, the rumors of the soldier possessing strange powers only added to the turmoil. Too dangerous to be let out in public, Brecht was isolated to his living quarters and was only let out during missions, eventually gaining the nickname "Mad Dog" - one he despised, he already had a codename, ironic it may have been, he needed no other.
Years later, a set of red markings appeared on his arm. After filing a report, he was payed an abrupt visit by the director of the CIA. The man claimed the markings signified something of great interest to the AMERICAN government, a phenomenon they had been secretly observing for some time. Something about a war between Heroic spirits and "preparations" that needed to be made. The very prospect of this mission sounded ridiculous however there wasn't the slightest bit of hesitation for there was nothing this man wouldn't do to preserve the glory of his beloved AMERICA)
Appearance:
Any other stuff you want to add in (height and all that stuff): Height is 6'6 Likes drinking, Despite what his appearance may suggest, he's not one to prioritize brawn over brains.
Name: Brecht Strongarm
Age: Late 20s
magic specialization: Vibration-based thaumaturgy
Biography: MURIKA (United States Government secret agent codename: F.R.E.E.D.O.M . Brecht was orphaned during a glorious, sanctioned, AMERICAN related war and taken in by a military commander. He was raised from an early age to undergo the most rigorous mental/physical training unsuitable for even adults; all in order for him to become a super soldier. By the age of 14 even the force 10 or 20 men could not so much as deter him. Various medical tests lead private doctors to question why muscular dystrophy had yet to occur, Brecht replied by smashing their heads against the wall and stating "Such nonsense is un-AMERICAN and therefore unnecessary" It was then understood that the concept was very clearly discarded and done away with under the unyielding might of PATRIOTISM. Once the boy reached 18, he was enlisted as a government officer to be sent on only the most covert operations, his methods whoever, were not so subtle. Brecht considered any obstacle standing in the way of victory a threat that needed to be neutralized with extreme prejudice. Strangely enough, he had never taken a life, merely beaten his enemies into submission and giving them the option to Live Free or have their balls crushed like a filthy commie, naturally the answer was always the same. Despite Brecht's unwillingness to kill, his victims didn't always come out unscathed, Some were diagnosed with severe injuries such as: Indefinite comas, loss of control over bodily functions etc. His brutality became legendary and was feared by even his superior officers, the rumors of the soldier possessing strange powers only added to the turmoil. Too dangerous to be let out in public, Brecht was isolated to his living quarters and was only let out during missions, eventually gaining the nickname "Mad Dog" - one he despised, he already had a codename, ironic it may have been, he needed no other.
Years later, a set of red markings appeared on his arm. After filing a report, he was payed an abrupt visit by the director of the CIA. The man claimed the markings signified something of great interest to the AMERICAN government, a phenomenon they had been secretly observing for some time. Something about a war between Heroic spirits and "preparations" that needed to be made. The very prospect of this mission sounded ridiculous however there wasn't the slightest bit of hesitation for there was nothing this man wouldn't do to preserve the glory of his beloved AMERICA)
Appearance:
Any other stuff you want to add in (height and all that stuff): Height is 6'6 Likes drinking, Despite what his appearance may suggest, he's not one to prioritize brawn over brains.
Ichypa said
Remember Assassin!Hercules?
lolwtf?
Not a clue., CK thought mine was fine save a few chinks, you'd have to ask him
TehChron said
Stables, you got anything yet?
Gave CK Berzerker's profile yesterday
zhen looking pretty suspect :gendolbj
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