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I'll give him another day or so before I just NPC his characters and add them to the vast array of 'others' in the mercenary band.
In the dead of night, three hours before the dawn of the first day of the Holy Grail War, a solitary man worked inside a quiet warehouse that lay on the edges of the strange city of Septum.
Swathed in a jacket made of the blackest fabrics money could by and ornamented in the most luscious and deep reds imaginable, the swarthy specimen of a male cut an imposing figure in the darkness of the exceptionally early morning. His lit cigarette hung loosely from his mouth, the glowing ember deep inside the only light that burned and illuminated the massive work that lay before him. Deep silver liquid pooled into straight lines and perfect circles, forming abstract designs as well as a language long dead from this world, all swirling into a point at the very center of the vast array. It was a thing of awe, this gleaming, ominous amalgamation of metal and magic.
Seemingly satisfied, the hulking man sat back on his haunches to examine his handiwork, taking a long drag on his cheap tobacco, exhaling a cloud of the poisonous smoke as he considered the implications of his next step.
Honestly, the man called Todd Marchen didn't care who won the war. All it meant to the freelance magus was which one of the old farts in the frozen wastelands of Northern Europe he was going to visit after this whole thing blew over.
Then the money had come in. More money than he'd ever seen in his entire life. With a promise of more, if the freelancer could provide the mysterious sponsor with the grail. He didn't even know who he was working for, and frankly, he didn't care.
Careless eyes darted down to the circle as Todd recalled the words that had been written down on the scrap of paper that he'd been given along with the cash.
"Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill."
"Repeat five times."
"Simply, shatter once filled."
"----I announce:"
"Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword."
"In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling then answer."
"Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good in the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil in the world of the dead."
"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, oh keeper of the balance----."
He finished lamely, glancing around to make sure nobody had seen as the entire circle exploded into a brilliant white flame, crackling and bursting with ridiculous amounts of energy.
Swathed in a jacket made of the blackest fabrics money could by and ornamented in the most luscious and deep reds imaginable, the swarthy specimen of a male cut an imposing figure in the darkness of the exceptionally early morning. His lit cigarette hung loosely from his mouth, the glowing ember deep inside the only light that burned and illuminated the massive work that lay before him. Deep silver liquid pooled into straight lines and perfect circles, forming abstract designs as well as a language long dead from this world, all swirling into a point at the very center of the vast array. It was a thing of awe, this gleaming, ominous amalgamation of metal and magic.
Seemingly satisfied, the hulking man sat back on his haunches to examine his handiwork, taking a long drag on his cheap tobacco, exhaling a cloud of the poisonous smoke as he considered the implications of his next step.
Honestly, the man called Todd Marchen didn't care who won the war. All it meant to the freelance magus was which one of the old farts in the frozen wastelands of Northern Europe he was going to visit after this whole thing blew over.
Then the money had come in. More money than he'd ever seen in his entire life. With a promise of more, if the freelancer could provide the mysterious sponsor with the grail. He didn't even know who he was working for, and frankly, he didn't care.
Careless eyes darted down to the circle as Todd recalled the words that had been written down on the scrap of paper that he'd been given along with the cash.
"Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill."
"Repeat five times."
"Simply, shatter once filled."
"----I announce:"
"Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword."
"In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling then answer."
"Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good in the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil in the world of the dead."
"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, oh keeper of the balance----."
He finished lamely, glancing around to make sure nobody had seen as the entire circle exploded into a brilliant white flame, crackling and bursting with ridiculous amounts of energy.
Sweetness. Alright, I look forward to working with you.
Hmmm, I'd like to have Todd apply to be Pskyer's Ahman's master.
Name: Todd Marchen(Not his real name, but one that he's answered to for years now.)
Age: A ripe old 36 years
Gender: Manly male.
Nationality: 'Murican.
Race: Human as they come.
Here's another master for the list.
Height/Weight: 6' 3", 256 pounds of well distributed muscle
Personality: A serious individual with a cynical sense of humor, each one of Todd's moves is calculated with an expected reaction in mind. He's the kind of guy who always has a plan, and gets very worked up when things go awry.
Weapons:
"Marchen" Family Magecraft: A subset of Earth Magecraft that utilizes specially prepared metal. The process to make said substance takes nearly three to four days for a single gallon of the liquid. When utilized in combat, the substance can be given a single order by the mage to perform a task. The power and complexity of the task exponentially increase with the more liquid used. After said order, the liquid metal is expended, unable to be used again for something else.
As an absolute last resort, Todd carries a five-shot, snub-nosed revolver of unknown make. It's quite powerful, but inaccurate and useless at range.
Abilities: Earth Magecraft, Witchcraft
History/Background: Currently disowned first son of a distinguished magus lineage, Todd's been around the world for years, working as a freelance mage-for-hire. His most recent task required his services in the upcoming grail war for a substantial sum of money. After being told of the risks, he accepted without a second thought, already planning his way out of the contract that he'd taken with his employer.
Assets: Fourteen gallons of the carefully prepared metallic substance that he uses in his true magecraft, along with several dozen assorted artifacts that he uses in the variety of curses that he's picked up over the years. Other assets include his sponsor's money and several dozen of the revolver's cartridges.
Age: A ripe old 36 years
Gender: Manly male.
Nationality: 'Murican.
Race: Human as they come.
Here's another master for the list.
Height/Weight: 6' 3", 256 pounds of well distributed muscle
Personality: A serious individual with a cynical sense of humor, each one of Todd's moves is calculated with an expected reaction in mind. He's the kind of guy who always has a plan, and gets very worked up when things go awry.
Weapons:
"Marchen" Family Magecraft: A subset of Earth Magecraft that utilizes specially prepared metal. The process to make said substance takes nearly three to four days for a single gallon of the liquid. When utilized in combat, the substance can be given a single order by the mage to perform a task. The power and complexity of the task exponentially increase with the more liquid used. After said order, the liquid metal is expended, unable to be used again for something else.
As an absolute last resort, Todd carries a five-shot, snub-nosed revolver of unknown make. It's quite powerful, but inaccurate and useless at range.
Abilities: Earth Magecraft, Witchcraft
History/Background: Currently disowned first son of a distinguished magus lineage, Todd's been around the world for years, working as a freelance mage-for-hire. His most recent task required his services in the upcoming grail war for a substantial sum of money. After being told of the risks, he accepted without a second thought, already planning his way out of the contract that he'd taken with his employer.
Assets: Fourteen gallons of the carefully prepared metallic substance that he uses in his true magecraft, along with several dozen assorted artifacts that he uses in the variety of curses that he's picked up over the years. Other assets include his sponsor's money and several dozen of the revolver's cartridges.
Well, had this checked out so I'll toss it up.
Class: Beast
Master: Charlie Simms
Alias: Regulus
Gender: Male
Height/ Weight: 5' 10", and he looks about 135 lbs
Alignment: Neutral Evil
True Appearance: Generally scaly
Outfits: Other than his starting clothes(Which, surprisingly enough, do not fit in with society), Regulus wears a number of loose fitting clothes and hats, only dressing up nicely when under insistence of his master.
Personality: A charming fellow with a slimy disposition and a silver tongue. However, his personality seems almost artificial when it comes to deep conversation, and every word seems scripted and rather forced. He's fond of battles, but is easily startled and forced off, while surprisingly violent when cornered.
Stats:
Class Abilities:
Personal Skills:
Noble Phantasms:
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Class: Beast
Master: Charlie Simms
Alias: Regulus
Gender: Male
Height/ Weight: 5' 10", and he looks about 135 lbs
Alignment: Neutral Evil
True Appearance: Generally scaly
Outfits: Other than his starting clothes(Which, surprisingly enough, do not fit in with society), Regulus wears a number of loose fitting clothes and hats, only dressing up nicely when under insistence of his master.
Personality: A charming fellow with a slimy disposition and a silver tongue. However, his personality seems almost artificial when it comes to deep conversation, and every word seems scripted and rather forced. He's fond of battles, but is easily startled and forced off, while surprisingly violent when cornered.
Stats:
- Strength: C
- Endurance: D
- Agility: C
- Magical Energy: C
- Luck: E
- Strength: A
- Endurance: C
- Agility: A
- Magical Energy: C
- Luck: D
Pre-Transformation:
Post-Transformation:
Class Abilities:
- Monstrous Strength: C
A powerful aura grips Regulus' form when his power is released, tearing away at his human disguise. The longer that he uses this power, the harder it is for him to keep his form hidden away. - Transformation: C
As a Beast-Class Servant, Regulus was never human before his abrupt summoning. As such, his grasp of the shapeshifting art is rather lax.
Personal Skills:
- Animal Dialogue: B
As a former legendary creature, he holds dominion over the language of animals - Mystic Eyes: A
A hint as to his true nature, the usually hidden eyes of Regulus contain a curse that can petrify at a glance. They are a beautiful green-yellow, and look to be constructed of liquid light.
Noble Phantasms:
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Nerendier said
This RP isn't dying right? Been a while since the last post.
Waiting on Vincanity before we advance is all.
Do you have any spots open, or were they all taken in the Interest check?
Freeshooter92 said
Please tell me that we won't have LOLMETALBIKINI sorcerers, right? There's literally no reason for it (Save fanservice. If there's one thing I can't stand about awakening, it's the overabundance of unnecessary creepy fanservice. Also, Nowi's romantic supports. Especially Gregor... urgh). A friend of mine tried to tell me that they didn't wear much because they were from the desert, but that's bullshit. Look at the middle east, everyone over there wears really bulky clothes. Partly because religion, but also because wearing so little is just asking for sunburns and heatstroke.
Well, no, because the sorcerers here mean business in ways that are generally considered unpleasant by the rest of the community. As for the druids, or more specfically, druid that'll make an appearance, you'd best hope that he's not wearing skimpy clothing.
That'd be considered a cruel and unusual punishment for all involved.
If everything goes according to plan, you guys'll run into a druid who's wearing those sort of robes. Although, to be fair, I don't think anyone will like that experience very much.
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