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D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

Showing possible interest in the next campaign for this. Dont know if I'll be available when that time comes, but just puttin it out there so I at least get a ping when it does come :p

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Essence of the World: Flesh Reborn [Adv. Roleplay]

Maximilian Samaster

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Character Summary

Name: Maximilian Samae Samaster
Aliases: Max, Sam, Image Splicer
Race: Human
Sub-class: Human-Demon(Infected), Satyr
Age: 32 (Appears 28)
Birthday:June 3rd 1992
Nationality: French
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Loom
Current Residence: Residential District, 2-bedroom home
Gender: Male
Education: Bachelor's; Anatomy, Biology, Physiology
Job: Intern for Loom PD Coronary Department

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Appearance

Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 160lbs.
Build: Slim
Eyes: Light brown-gray
Hair: Dark brown
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Three large, slashing scars on his right forearm, from when he was infected.
Personal Style: Maximilian is almost exclusively seen wearing suits, of the black variety. He also wears slacks, and dress shoes of the same color. His tie will either be the same color, or red. He hair is also almost always in the same fashion.
When he isn't wearing a suit, he is with close friends. In this circumstances, he wears strictly jeans, with various tops.

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Psychology

Stoic Analyzing Quick-witted Forethinking

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Minimal 2 paragraphs
Habits: Eating people...no, not like that!
Hobbies: Walking the streets(in the rain), dining, Light Training
Fears:

• Silver
• Being seen as a Monster
• Betraying someone he trusts

Likes:

• Rain
• Walks
• Dining

Dislikes:

• Silver
• Scammers
• Cruelty

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History

History:
Max led a completely normal life, up until he was 20, which is when his father introduced him to the family tradition of practicing magic. He practiced for years under his father's tutelage, until one fateful day, his family was completely devoured by a powerful Demon. The Demon nearly devoured Maximilian as well, but his life was spared, by a Battle Angel. But soon enough, he discovered the Angels saw him in the same level of filth as the creature which infected him. He used his magic to escape the Angel's clutches, if barely. Now he lives a new life.. if you could call it that.

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Skills

Medical Knowledge:
Maximilian has extensive knowledge on the inner and outer workings of the human body. He understands how it functions, how it feels, and its limits.
Magical Knowledge:
Maximilian is familiar with wards, ingredients, and restrictions of magic, among other things. Although his magic is relatively weak, he knows how to use what he has to his advantage, even against stronger casters.
Demon Lore:
Being infected by a Demon has some silver linings. Knowledge can be one of them. Due to the Demon's need to keep Maximilian alive, it teaches him how avoid such things that may kill him. He knows behavior, flags, and abilities of many Demons.
Hand-to-Hand Combat Expertise/Physical Training:
Being a relatively weak Mage, Maximilian found it necessary to find something that compliments his weaknesses. Close-quarters combat seemed fitting. He trained for years, practicing body conditioning, pain compliance, preemptive strikes, and various other combat techniques. He also understand the importance of combat economy, and is able to retain his stamina longer than most. Having easy access to training in the Loom Police Department is just a plus.
His human body is also conditioned to withstand a decent amount of pain, compared to others, and he runs and moves faster than most other people.
Modern Weaponry Knowledge:
Being an intern has its perks. Max gets to sit-in on all the lectures given to the Junior officers, and picks up a basic understanding of equipment used by the force. He knows how to use their guns, but has only done so a couple times, as he doesn't really have a need for them.
Intermediate Swordsmanship:
Although Maximilian doesn't flex this much by carrying around a sword with him wherever he goes, he has decent knowledge when it comes to utilizing 1-handed swords. He even has one sitting at home, in his apartment.
Organization and Time Management:
Max's ability to keep things organized, and manage his time, is what got him his job as an intern at the Loom PD Coronary Department. He knows how to run a desk, phones, storage rooms, and various other office tasks.

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Powers

Demonized Traits:
Max is slightly faster and stronger than he should be. He also has slightly quicker reflexes than a normal person, which helps him time his preemptive strikes, among other things. He gains these traits from the manifestation of the Demon Essence inside him, as the Demon needs his host to stay alive while it attempts to take control.
Weaker Magecraft:
Maximilian studied in the field of magic before he was infected. After the infection however, it seems his magical growth is severely stumped. A good enough teacher could teach him new things, but he can't do it on his own.
Being that his magic is relatively weak, Max generally on uses it for defense. He is capable of casting wards and shields, and can even cast impressive illusions, but that's basically it.
Lesser Shapeshifting:
After being infected, Maximilian developed the capability to shapeshift. However, since he is still fighting the beast, he only has partial control over it. He can't transform his whole body. He can shapeshift parts of his body into animals, or even change facial features and hair, etc. to look like someone else. He cannot take form of something he hasn't seen in person, or in a book/on TV(the book/TV show must have some knowledge on the creature).

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Notable Belongings

On person:
Loom PD Coronary Department ID
Wallet: Credit card, loose bills, ID, liscenses etc.
Pocket Knife
Cell Phone
At home:
Laptop
Rapier

Essence of the World: Flesh Reborn [Adv. Roleplay]

Retracted

Royal Rumble!

Simple greetings exchanged, Samoth looked around them, eyeing their environment, scanning for any potential danger. Not that he didn't trust the two that arrived first to do such a thing, but it's always good to play it safe.
The area near the stairs was decently lit, compared to some of the rooms they had searched. He could see the details on everyone's faces, making it easy to assess their emotions.

"I thought you were a smart guy, but I guess I was wrong if you can't tell apart persperation and condensation." Katherine retorted, seemingly offended by his question.

Samoth examined her facial expressions. She didn't look too happy with his statement. "Surprised you could make such an observation of my intelligence, considering it appears as if you think there is a visual distinguishment between persperation and condensation." he eyed her as he said it, watching for any emotional signals.
"I also don't care much for acts as trivial as sexual arousal." he said. "Not that it would matter much in your case, if I did."
He smirked on the inside.
The statement wasn't entirely true, as he did find Katherine attractive, even if she was somewhat too energetic for his tastes. Which is the main reason he had less of a soft-spot for her than he did for say, Liselotte.
As he said it, the last group approached. Liselotte and Andreim. They exchanged greetings with the waiting four.

He glanced towards his right, just in time to see Cyan's tail stiffen, as well as his face adopting a horrified stare as he looked up the ascending staircase upon which they would soon move. Then the boy vanished. Well shit, Samoth thought. what is it this time?

He left his position from the wall as a massive beast finished its decent down the stairs. Surprisingly, the structure was able to hold its weight, seemingly without partially collapsing in. It eyed the group very briefly, then charged them at a fast pace. They weren't too far from the stairs, so there was little time to plan. They had to act fast.

Royal Rumble!

Samoth walked down the hall, towards the last room, which door was open. He peeked in to see Cyan looking at a photo, presumably of the former residents.
"Come, Cyan. We're done here. Every room is clear." he said behind the younger boy. He started his slow stroll down the hall, waiting for Cyan to catch up. He looked town at his coat, which was filthy. There was dust all over it, a few cob webs clinging to it as well, accompanied by specks of imp blood.

This is too easy he thought. We didn't need six people for this. But..there has to be a reason those students went missing. We'll have to stay on our toes, despite how nonthreatening the residents here seem so far.

He would walk with Cyan to their established meeting place at the stairs, and wait for anyone who had yet to arrive.

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Samoth and Cyan arrived at the stairs, appearing to be second in their arrival, only to the Fireteam.

"Cassius." he nodded, glancing at the other student.
Samoth leaned against a wall nearby the stairs, looking over to Katherine."Hello, Katherine. I trust that you two didn't get into any trouble while I was gone?" he said, eyeing her. She was...wet.
"Why do you choose to waste so much energy on such insignificant beings? You're even persperating.." he said, pondering the thought himself. He found it unnecessary to expend so much effort if it wasn't needed.

Royal Rumble!

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King was...and odd character. Aram didn't quite get him. However, his backstory was intriguing, even as unbelievable as it is. Apparently he was an alien from another planet..It wasn't..entirely impossible, per se. But the probability of King actually being an alien was..lacking, to say the least.

Despite being very new to the Vigilantes, Aram had confidence that even if he under-performed on this mission, his peers would be able to cover for him.
Not that it appeared they would just disperse as they please to show up at the target location completely of their own choosing helped in that case. King didn't seem to take much control of the Vigilantes. Mostly leaving them to their own devices. On one hand, Aram could work with that. But on the other, he prefer to have someone cover him while he made his transmutation circles. Having someone assigned to it rather than having a loose agreement was much more reliable. But he supposed he could work with how things were.

King presented the group with an object he called...the "Bing Bong sword". An..odd name. But nonetheless, it seemed important. He handed it to the boy they called "Brutus", who took it in his hands, seemingly hesitant. Aram would have to take that later. He could probably use it more efficiently.

King left them with little information, besides the fact that they had to succeed at this assignment to join the tournaments. Aram had never been in a tournament, and to be honest, was a little excited to do so. So he'd try to do his best on this mission.

Brutus seemed to be the first of his peers to take initiative, strapping the Claymore to his back, and began running towards their destination. Aram decided it to be lucrative to follow suit, and walked from his pew to the front of the building, where he drew a wooden plate from the messenger bag at his hip, splaying it out in front of him. He focused on the plate of wood, specifically on the intricately designed circle affixed to it in a red paint. His hands began to glow black, as well as the Transmutation circle upon the wood slate. The ground wavered beneath it as his outer coat disintegrated around him.

In a flash of black, a skateboard appeared over the wooden plate. Aram approached, putting his transmutation circle back into his bag as he stepped onto the skateboard, beginning his short journey to the haunted apartments.

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He arrived shortly after he set out. Upon approaching the grounds of the building, he performed the same display as he had to get his ride here, his outer coat returning to his body. He spotted Brutus up ahead, seemingly waiting for the rest of the Vigilantes.

"Hello Brutus!" he called out to him, as he started to approach the other boy. He didn't know much about Brutus. He didn't seem quite as social as himself. Perhaps they could become friends? Aram was always open to it.

Royal Rumble!

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Samoth took more significant strides as his fellow students seemed to be prepared to go their selerate paths. With each step, dust and undiscernable debris was flung into the air, clinging to his pants, and heavy military boots.
He approached the first door within his section, it appearing as if him and Cyan had made it to their objective before the others. He laid his gloved hand against the door, and then he side of his head. He didn't hear any discernable noise. He took off his right glove and shoved it in his pocket. His slightly thinner left glove still allowed him to dispel magic through it, while also reissting flames as well as various other cuts and scratches.

He quickly turned the handle and pushed his body into the door, expecting it to open up swiftly allowing him quick survey of the room on the other side. It didn't budge. It did make him look a bit silly though. Hugging a door and all.
He backed up a couple feet, and slammed one of his massive boots against the rickety door, smashing it in. The door hung off its hinges to his left, as he stepped through the threshhold of the decrepit room. The windows on the opposite side were heavily boarded, letting in little light.
Samoth could feel the presence if something close. But with all the entities in the proximity, it was a bit hard to tell where exactly. He turned to his right, a dusty bed with well-devoured sheet lain before him, and beside that a rotted nightstand, and a lamp. He turned to the doorway, where Cyan still stood, approaching it once again.

"Looks clear. Let's move-" he was interrupted by a wooden scraping sound, and then was struck in the back with a chair. The chair was heavily rotten, much like everything else here, seemingly. It helped that Samoth's learher coat didn't let much rotten wood through, too.

He turned on his heel quickly to see a stark-white entity, seemingly levitating a lamp post, and it was accompanied by a small, red, knife-wielding, devilish-looking creature only several feet away.

Samoth lunged forward, right hand reaching directly for the ghost, second hand moving towards the Imp, yet not intending to make contact with it.

The ghost weightlessly evaporated under Samoth's grip, the lamp post falling harmlessly to the ground, and the Imp crumpled to the ground, seemingly not even being struck, screeching in pain.

Samoth stepped closer to the Imp, eyeing it sourly. "Pest." Was his simple statement, as he lifted his heavy left boot, and plowed it violently into the creature's skull. There was an assuring crunch, as its screeches ceased.

He turned, and look to the doorway, were Cyan had been expected to stay. He hadn't.
"-to the next room." he said, as if that hadn't just happened. He strode towards the door approaching the threshold, and advancing to he hallway, hoping the next room hadn't held too much for Cyan to handle.