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Hey... I've caught some kind of bug so I wont be on for a little bit. Just a heads up.
The only thing is I don't know if my character would fall into Lancer or Rider territory, since im going by historical Lu Bu rather than the existing fate extra's Lu Bu.
Anyway:
Name: Lu Bu
Noble Phantasm: An aura that makes everyone but his master gradually more bloodlusted as the fight wears on.
Noble Phantasm (if 1st doesn't seem right): Lu Bu dons his golden armour and his spear becomes the huge halberd he wielded one handed. His strength skyrockets to the degree that even his movement causes huge gusts of wind.
Class: Lancer or Rider (I'm unsure because there is such a big deal made about his horse.)
Personality: Lu Bu was widely considered the greatest warrior the ancienct world has ever seen. A prodigy from a young age he was adopted by a noble fmaily (historians unsure who) but eventually grew disatisfied by his father's attempts to use him as a living weapon. The Tyrant Dong Zhuo then gifted him Red Hare - the king of horses. As he served under Dong Zhuo he met the love of his life Diao Chan and his comrade/rival Zhang Liao. Dong Zhuo kidnapped the Emperor setting up the battle of Hu Lao Gate.
At Hu Lao gate Lu Bu stood alone against the coalition forces, earning the reputation of a demon. It took clever strategy and desperation for the coalition to bypass Lu Bu. (I would RP some stuff here) but Lu Bu was ordered to retreat, as Dong Zhuo set the capital alight to spite the coalition forces a she made his retreat. Upon regrouping his forces, the tyrant was slain by Lu Bu. Who then wandered the land with a fearsome army in tow.
Until his betrayal by his men at Xia Pi, Lu Bu was believed to be immortal due to the feats attributed to him. (RP fun here for the master/servant dreams) His hated foe Cao Cao, the one man to defeat his army in the field executed him outside Xia Pi castle. As China's noble spirit - he seeks further challenge and wishes to carve a path through the greatest of foes to gain hiis one desire.
Personality wise: He's a bit of a brash dick. He is a brilliant tactician when he wants to be - but his love of the fight always gets in the way. History books have him in at over 7ft tall. His training showed him excelling in everything from rapiers to archery. But I think I'm going to stick with his Halberd and Spear.
Also when summoned; "Take me to your dwelling, I wish to ensure you are worthy of my time!" The line is just too good not to use.
Also in China there was the saying: "Among Men - Lu bu. Among Horses - Red Hare"
Anyway:
Name: Lu Bu
Noble Phantasm: An aura that makes everyone but his master gradually more bloodlusted as the fight wears on.
Noble Phantasm (if 1st doesn't seem right): Lu Bu dons his golden armour and his spear becomes the huge halberd he wielded one handed. His strength skyrockets to the degree that even his movement causes huge gusts of wind.
Class: Lancer or Rider (I'm unsure because there is such a big deal made about his horse.)
Personality: Lu Bu was widely considered the greatest warrior the ancienct world has ever seen. A prodigy from a young age he was adopted by a noble fmaily (historians unsure who) but eventually grew disatisfied by his father's attempts to use him as a living weapon. The Tyrant Dong Zhuo then gifted him Red Hare - the king of horses. As he served under Dong Zhuo he met the love of his life Diao Chan and his comrade/rival Zhang Liao. Dong Zhuo kidnapped the Emperor setting up the battle of Hu Lao Gate.
At Hu Lao gate Lu Bu stood alone against the coalition forces, earning the reputation of a demon. It took clever strategy and desperation for the coalition to bypass Lu Bu. (I would RP some stuff here) but Lu Bu was ordered to retreat, as Dong Zhuo set the capital alight to spite the coalition forces a she made his retreat. Upon regrouping his forces, the tyrant was slain by Lu Bu. Who then wandered the land with a fearsome army in tow.
Until his betrayal by his men at Xia Pi, Lu Bu was believed to be immortal due to the feats attributed to him. (RP fun here for the master/servant dreams) His hated foe Cao Cao, the one man to defeat his army in the field executed him outside Xia Pi castle. As China's noble spirit - he seeks further challenge and wishes to carve a path through the greatest of foes to gain hiis one desire.
Personality wise: He's a bit of a brash dick. He is a brilliant tactician when he wants to be - but his love of the fight always gets in the way. History books have him in at over 7ft tall. His training showed him excelling in everything from rapiers to archery. But I think I'm going to stick with his Halberd and Spear.
Also when summoned; "Take me to your dwelling, I wish to ensure you are worthy of my time!" The line is just too good not to use.
Also in China there was the saying: "Among Men - Lu bu. Among Horses - Red Hare"
I have a character sheet already set up OP. Could I PM it to you, or should I post it here?
My terrifying villain got off screen ganked?
We didn't even get to brainstorm his powers yet Charlie!
We didn't even get to brainstorm his powers yet Charlie!
Soooo. is this previously made servants or can we create our own?
knock yourself out chief.
Guys, is how I'm starting ok... Not used to an RP like this. Usually we're all already met up.
012 strode down dark hallways with renewed purpose. Barely fifteen minutes earlier he had been on the verge of death in a hole in the ground, now he was strong,talled and really pissed. He saw a few other cells, doors open just like his. He knew he wasn't the first, he would hardly be 012 otherwise, but if they were housed here they must not be safe for interaction.
His eyes were darting around left and right, hand resting on Goldstein's, HIS pistol. Things looked different when you were tall, but the pools of blood and bullet casings were still the same. He touched the blood, finding it was still warm.
The next doorway beckoned to him with a soft orange glow. Smoke filled his nostrils as he approached, the stone corridor felt a lot more oppresive than it did a moment before. He drew his pistol, accessing Goldstein's combat experience was effortless and the agent's hand was steady.
He stared into something from a horror movie, a laboratory. Manacles and examniation tables covered in old, dried blood revealed that cruelty was not new here. Banks of formerly pristine and sterile computers were shattered - and covered in human remains.Acid melted a section of the floor and a scientist was reduced to nothing but a skeleton in a white coat by the very same acid.
012 eyes were drawn to the bonfire, fueled by the corpses of scientists. The stench brought back memories from Goldstein's past, of friends tortured by cultists in a backwater jungle. But most terrifying of all was a message, scrawled in the filth left by the slaughter.
"I am 033 and I am free."
012 couldn't help but mutter, "Out of the frying pan."
He backed out of the lab, keeping his pistol handy. Goldstein's memories placed the exit to this block 15 minutes away. He sincerely hoped that 033 had already escaped or been dealt with by then.
His eyes were darting around left and right, hand resting on Goldstein's, HIS pistol. Things looked different when you were tall, but the pools of blood and bullet casings were still the same. He touched the blood, finding it was still warm.
The next doorway beckoned to him with a soft orange glow. Smoke filled his nostrils as he approached, the stone corridor felt a lot more oppresive than it did a moment before. He drew his pistol, accessing Goldstein's combat experience was effortless and the agent's hand was steady.
He stared into something from a horror movie, a laboratory. Manacles and examniation tables covered in old, dried blood revealed that cruelty was not new here. Banks of formerly pristine and sterile computers were shattered - and covered in human remains.Acid melted a section of the floor and a scientist was reduced to nothing but a skeleton in a white coat by the very same acid.
012 eyes were drawn to the bonfire, fueled by the corpses of scientists. The stench brought back memories from Goldstein's past, of friends tortured by cultists in a backwater jungle. But most terrifying of all was a message, scrawled in the filth left by the slaughter.
"I am 033 and I am free."
012 couldn't help but mutter, "Out of the frying pan."
He backed out of the lab, keeping his pistol handy. Goldstein's memories placed the exit to this block 15 minutes away. He sincerely hoped that 033 had already escaped or been dealt with by then.
Drake Baku said
I plan to keep as little as possible in the first batchthey should all have arrived together as the test prototypesfully working but as a test ti see if they can pull this offso there were a few of them and 90 to 99% diedI can add one or 2 to the proto list of coursebut 3083 days ago is too muchas a side noteall the others currently are the second batch
Fixed
In a dark isolated cell, the silence was abrubtly broken by the cackle of an intercom system; "Good morning subject Zero One Two, I hope you have had a pleasant rest, this is day 388 of your imprisonment and today is a very special day. Agent Goldstein has volunteered to enter your cell. Which means you will get to eat today - isn't that wonderful."
The shell of a man, suspended by his hands on the wall groaned in pain. He was malnourished, flithy and most likely dying. The rags of what was once an expensive suit barely concealed his flesh. When the door opened and a smartly dressed man strod einto his cell, his eyes burned.
012 had not seen light in over a month. Suddenly the blinding light went out, he crashed to the floor. His thoughts were sluggish, "Since when do they let me feed myself?"
He looked up, expecting the door to be closed and his keeper to have disapeared. Instead the door remained open, but the power was out.
The captive could not stand, but he knew it was now or never. Goldstein panicked, there were 16 seperate generators in this section and all had failed simlutaneously, leaving him blind. With one desperate dive, the world changed. 012 had not seen light in over a month.
The shell of a man, suspended by his hands on the wall groaned in pain. He was malnourished, flithy and most likely dying. The rags of what was once an expensive suit barely concealed his flesh. When the door opened and a smartly dressed man strod einto his cell, his eyes burned.
012 had not seen light in over a month. Suddenly the blinding light went out, he crashed to the floor. His thoughts were sluggish, "Since when do they let me feed myself?"
He looked up, expecting the door to be closed and his keeper to have disapeared. Instead the door remained open, but the power was out.
The captive could not stand, but he knew it was now or never. Goldstein panicked, there were 16 seperate generators in this section and all had failed simlutaneously, leaving him blind. With one desperate dive, the world changed. 012 had not seen light in over a month.
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