Crazy Scion

L'Mordryn Academy

Max entered the food court after walking through a mile of the Nidhogen's apples. It seemed the tree spirit wanted to provide a fresh breakfast to everyone, but Max couldn't trust food from such an odd creature and thus sidestepped him. He made his way over to a stall that offered a variety of salads and placed an order for a Caesar. As the guy behind the counter prepared ingredients Max noticed several bagels had been set out with unique spreads. He normally wouldn't take something so unhealthy, but after a quick internal argument, he talked himself into running an extra lap today to work it off. As he was given his salad he requested a toasted plain bagel with a salmon spread. The smell of toasted bagel was very tantalizing and Max couldn't help but look forward to enjoying it after his salad.

Max cared little for other people's comfort and tended to sit at the first table with a spot available. This kind of behavior would normally warrant objections. However, one look at Max's cold stare and arsenal, caused most people to decide it was easier for them to leave rather than attempt to convince Max too. As he sat down Max summoned an Earworm from the school storage and then concentrated on forming a connection. His goal, however, was not of a person but an object. The same clock from his room had an Earworm built into it to allow him to connect to it from range. If the Earworm got a connection it automatically turned on the music playlist. After a few moments, the sound of gentle piano keys filled Max's ear and he began eating his salad. He felt his calm returning and was going back to his zen-like state. He thought about what he needed to know before summoning the Changeling and opened up a small notebook and began reading to refresh his memory.

As he read his eyes caught a glimpse of something black passing right in front of him. He sprang to his feet, knocking over his chair, and quickly scanned for the source of the shadow. He caught a glimpse of black fur, a long tail, and something round and tan, but isn't able to identify it before it vanishes into the crowd. Max's thoughts raced, "Dam these unattended creatures. There should be rules against this kind of crap. I have a lot to accomplish today and I don't need these distractions." he took a deep breath trying to regain his composer, "Well, whatever it was it seems to have left as quickly as it came." he observed while picking up his chair and sitting back down. A small crowd of students was now staring at him, but he paid them no mind. He wanted to quickly forget about the interruption and move on. He reached for his bagel hoping the joy of the rich creamy spread would calm his nerves. He felt an empty plate. The music pauses or at least Max stops being able to hear it. The crowd nearby starts thining out as several students start making hasty retreats. Max had a murderous look on his face and his hand was hovering over Lightning. He was also breathing very heavily and his throat vibrated with a low growl. He scanned the diminishing crowd of people seeing if any of them had his prize. As the seconds ticked by his breathing slowed as his anger cooled. He could hear the music return and tries to focus on the calming melody. As his thought organize he remembered something he'd overlooked. "That creature had something round and tan in its mouth." He thought to himself, "My Bagel! That little shit will pay!" He started angrily thinking of all the ways he would beat up the summon and its owner. he did this until a small voice of reason popped into his head, "I could also just get another." This thought was answered with more rage until a compromise was made "Ok, Bagel now. Ass kicking later." this thought cooled the hot anger into a cool, calculated vengeance to be stored till later. Having settled his thoughts and having new a goal, he starts making his way back to the stall with his lunch tray in hand. Though it seemed luck was not on his side that day as passed the center of the courtyard he heard a rumbling in the distance. This was followed shortly after with the sound of bursting wood as a massive two-ton dragon came barreling through the double doors at the entrance and started rampaging through the cafeteria. He even seemed to be on a collision course heading right for him. Max only grinned. He was ready for a fight and even looked forward to taking his anger out on something. He cracked his bones and was ready to open with Lightning when a girl's voice, back and to his left, caught his attention.

”Remember me, for this day I die for the cause.” A small girl, Albus, declared, ”Come Grarves. I accept my fate.” Max realized that the dragon, Grarves, was not running at him but towards Albus. "You accept your fate huh?" Max thought darkly, "Well, I'm glad to hear it." As Grarves closed in Max did not move, instead choosing to stand as close to the path of destruction as possible. As Garves was just about to pass Max, he looked over at Albus and smiled, it was not a kind smile. He threw down his lunch tray right under Grarves front left paw to cause it to slide forward, then followed it up by stepping to the side and swiftly kicking Grarves in his back left ankle, right on the lateral malleolus, or the funny bone of the ankle. To stop Grarves from being able to easily recover his balance after sliding forward. The desired outcome would be for Grarves to completly trip and collapse right on top of Albus, and maybe even tumble into the other bystanders. However, regardless of the outcome Max would try to casually walk away immediately after kicking Grarves.

Royal Rumble!

"Maybe I made the wrong call." David thought to himself as he watched the Cultist bathe in the storm of lead like he was taking a morning shower.

"Why is it that whenever I try to do the 'right thing' the world seems to conspire against me." He watched in near slow motion as the cultist raised his arms ready to bring his fists down upon alto.

"Ah fuck, I don't want to watch this. I mean I won't hear it since I'm pretty much deaf from all the gunfire, but fuck is there no one that can save him?" David thought as he tried to look anywhere but at Alto. He ended up looking up in time to see something blue, Nanaca, descending from the sky. She looked like an angel descending from the heavens. A beautiful girl with blue hair, and panties, looking as free as the wind. She landed on the Cultist's shoulders with the force of a freight train as she crushed him beneath her. The ground cracked beneath the Cultist's feet as he was driven to a knee his ground pound halted, this saving Alto.

"Hot dam!" David tried futilely shouting over the roar of gunfire taking care to aim away from his new ally. The Cultist's arms were now hanging and if not broken, at least looked dislocated.

"Maybe we do have a chance," He thought positively to himself. However, his elation was short lived as he watched the Cultist slowly rise back to his feet, and then blow Alto away with a mighty stomp. The Cultist then let out a really loud roar. though David couldn't tell how loud as the sound of ringing in his ears indicated he was already suffering from hearing loss anyway. He still could tell something bad was about to happen as the world seemed to distort around the Cultist. "This is bullshit," David muttered as the roar turned into a massive shockwave that tore through the air, blasting Bak and himself off their feet and shattering the ground. David landed on his side several feet back with Bak in tow. He probably would have flown further if not for the fact that Bak's gun had been hooked in his portal for most of their short flight. The bad thing was that they had separated at the end. David was facing Bak and could see that her chaingun looked a lot worse for wear. She probably didn't notice it herself, but since the gun left the portal the stress that had been put on the other eight cloned barrels had been imparted onto the original. "Well, I hope it isn't broken." he thought to himself as he watched the Cultist pop his arms back in place. "Cause we could still use it." The Cultist started saying something, but David couldn't hear it, but he could see the Cultist's hands being wreathed in lightning and figured it was a death threat of some kind. The worst part is he got the distinct impression his ire was on him and Bak.

"Yep, he's going to kill us." David thought as he pulled his pen and moved to draw a circle. "Time to bail. I'm not dying here. Tank girl will be fine she's strong and..." David's thoughts trailed off as his eyes settle on Bak. He didn't see the same righteous determination in her eyes as before, nor did he see fear, nor anger, just a look of sad acceptance. "She isn't even going to try to save herself is she?" David realized, clenching his hand into a fist. "This world is an unfair place. The weaker are always picked on by the stronger." He looked at Bak seeing a powerful monstrous girl, "Monster huh...maybe it's not just the weak that are picked on." At that moment David realized he really wanted to talk to Bak. However, the sight of the enraged Cultist leaping at them made him wonder if they would ever get that chance. At that moment the universe seemed to conspire in their favor as everyone decided now was the best time to be a hero. Rurik was the first leaping in front of them while throwing up a shield. Nanaca was next, kicking the Cultist in the arm in a seemingly vain attempt to slow him down. Then Bak acted surprising him the most, given she had looked ready to die just o moment ago. She fired a strange glowing missile that popped mid-air and surrounded everyone in the protective feeling aura. This all happened in the span of a few moments, but it all unfolded like a slow-motion action scene to David. It was probably all the adrenaline pumping through his veins, but he felt now was the best time to act and that holding back was not an option anymore. He sprung to his feet and stepped past Rurik as the Cultist's fists impacted his shield. He reached out with his pen drawn and, in that same moment, draw a circle on the Cultist's chest. He didn't expect to go unpunished for this as he could already feel the electricity arching off the Cultist and into his arm, but strangely it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would. It felt more like a low power taser than the deadly lightning he had expected. After drawing the circle, if he wasn't immediately punted out of the arena, David intended to press his hands against the Cultist's chest and yell, "Door!" This would allow him to open a portal to the other side of whatever he was trying to get to. In this case, his intent was to get inside of the Cultist.

"If you're going to try to kill us. I'm gonna do the same." David thought darkly, "Just hope whatever this defense field is ain't a solid object or I'll just open a door in his armor and not to his heart."

L'Mordryn Academy

4th Floor Room 3

In the early morning hours of the phantasm tower, Max lies in a deep sleep sprawled out onto his bed clutching a full-body pillow with a print of various fuzzy animals upon it. On top of the end table beside his bed a small digital alarm clock ticks over to 6:30, it then let's out, not an obnoxious beep, but instead plays a sound clip of swarm of crows angrily screeching. Max awakes in a panic and rolls off his bed and onto the floor becoming tangled in his sheets. He lets loose a string of curses and colorful insults as he untangles himself. He springs to his feet ready to introduce some fowls to his fist but finds nothing but empty air. As the last vestiges of sleep leave him and his eyes zeros in on his clock. He makes an annoyed growl and stomps over to the clock and slams his fist onto the button on top further indenting the wood underneath. He takes a breath as the horrid screeching stops, then presses another button on the side of the clock. The display of time changes to that of a song title and a soothing piano piece starts to play.

Max lets the tension drain from his body as the music washes over him. This alarm clock had been a unique commission by Max's parents. Max had been diligent in his studies and training, but he had one problem that they couldn't condition out of him no matter how hard they tried. He slept like he was dead whenever his head hit the pillow. It seemed traditional alarms and music were ineffective at waking him thus a different approach had to be taken. Max was at the minimum a fairly paranoid man, and they decided to take advantage of his more sharpened survival instincts. Thus a clock was built with a massive library of sounds meant to spook Max and his half-asleep brain was compiled and set to random. It was very effective, but Max, of course, hated it and would break it often. It was made tougher with each iteration until finally, to appease Max, a music player was installed. The clock could be turned into a portable speaker for Max's music giving him a reason to not destroy it with a vengeance upon being disturbed.

Max made his way into the bathroom and removed his red and black silk pajamas. His body, if one were to see it outside his Achilles armor, is covered with many faded scars from cuts, burns, and bullet holes. This would lead some to believe Max had an abusive household, but he would insist otherwise. He would tell you every injury he received was from training and never as a punishment. His scars all had stories of live-fire exercises, gladiator style sword fights, and out of control summons. His parents always healed every injury with the best magic money could buy, but magic could only do so much. His parents never treated him with the kid gloves believing the best way to learn anything was the real-world experience.

It took several minutes of hot water and music before Max finally started to hit the Zen-like state he used to get through every day. He focused on today's goals and what he had to accomplish. His research had finally born fruit yesterday having stumbled upon an unusual aberration known as a Changeling. He had high hopes for this creature boasting a physical immunity to damage and the ability to drain life and magic from a creature. He did feel some reluctance due to its stated weakness to fire but unlike his last summon that was far easier to fix. His last summon having been a shadow person. A creature that was intangible unless it wanted to attack and could move at high speeds through darkness and shadow had seemed rather ideal. However, it had an unlisted weakness to light and after getting caught in one shot from Lighting had died instantly. It had been a massive disappointment especially since there was no getting around it. He intended to consult Lady Lestrelle on the matter later today and attempt a summon around lunch. After setting his plans for the day he finished up his shower and stepped back out into the hall.

It was now 6:45 according to his clock and he could hear Ives stirring in his room. Max had an unusual relationship with Ives. The man was the perfect roommate for Max. He was dedicated to his studies, was an artist, and most importantly was quiet. However, what made their relationship unusual is that at the beginning of the year Max had made a special secret request of Ives. In order to join the Cute and Fluffy Club one needed to make a special offering to the club leader. Max could not ask his parents to supply him with what he needed without having to answer questions he did not want to. In his desperation, he asked Ives if he could make a dozen 'cute' pillows for him if he provided the supplies. Ives had agreed to Max's delight but didn't want monetary compensation. He asked simply that Max do him a favor when he asked and Max reluctantly agreed. He didn't like favors as they meant someone held sway over him. However, he couldn't just blow it off when the time came least his secrets be revealed to the wrong parties.

As Max entered his room he made his way straight for his closet. The first thing anyone would notice is that his closet is metal and not the standard would. The next would be the various runes on the front warding against all manner of intrusion and tampering. He began typing a code into the runes that led to a bright glow and then a click as the door swung open. His parents had convinced the school with some financial donations to allow Max's room to be modified. The vault he had in place of a closet was installed to keep the many valuable technologies of his family safe from tampering or theft. The vault carried everything Max owned and was chock full of all his equipment along with ammo, tools, and the special pillowcases. He quickly pulled out his gear for the day and arranged it on his bed and desk. He put on Achilles first and began loading the pockets with his various tools. He slid tri-tips into his sleeves and boots and clipped a couple of grenades to his belt under the duster. He then slipped on a large belt made to hold both the sheaths for Fester and Nail and the holster for Lightning. He slips Whisper into a special pocket on his left breast where it fits snuggly resting against his heart. He then loads Whispers various attachments into his pockets along with plenty of spare ammo magazines.

After taking a quick stock to make sure he hasn't gotten anything he closes up the vault and locks it. He makes his way out into the hall hearing Ives in the shower as heads for the door. Upon stepping into the hallway the first of many annoyances of the day greeted him.

"Good morning, Nettie! Heading to breakfast?" He heard the loud childlike voice of Evangeline exclaim. Max had a mixed opinion about Evangeline. Where Ives had been the perfect roommate Evangeline was the worst neighbor. Her loud obnoxious and lazy attitude grated on Max, but he had to tolerate it because she was the head of the cute and fluffy club and of course knew of his attendance. Her only saving grace was her summon a fascinating creature she calls a fluff fairy. Max can't find any entries on fluff fairies thus making it a bit of a curiosity whenever he gets to see it.

Her friend Nettle was a different case entirely. He didn't know her nearly as well, but she was quiet so it was already higher then Evangeline. Her rather extreme specialization was an odd yet powerful one as evident by the Nidhogen. Her body also wasn't natural anymore and he could not fathom what had made her that way.

Her other roommate Livia was another person after his own heart. A smart talented girl that knew what power was and worked hard to get it. Her only flaw would be her pseudo sister Evangeline. He had no idea what Livia saw in her, and thus had a slightly lower opinion of her then Ives, but just slightly. Her summon and consequently fighting style was interesting, to say the least. Allowing a summon to possess you to increase your physical prowess was a novel idea. So much so Max had considered the idea himself but ultimately abandoned. He couldn't justify the risk of allowing himself to be taken over by another entity and trust it would not betray him.

As Evangeline went on about breakfast Max silently steps over to the door and said in a calm monotone, "Evangeline. Are we meeting tomorrow?" Max realizing it was Friday needed to know when they're flighty club leader would decide to host the next meetup. He would simply stare at Evangeline until he got an answer.

Royal Rumble!

David's face paled as the Cultist implications sunk in. He glanced around at the widespread destruction around him. If that thing had really leveled half the arena then he had a snowball's chance in hell of beating it. David started contemplating how best to make a swift escape. If he fired a stream of water into the things face he could probably distract it long enough for him to draw a quick circle and escape.

"Rurik, take Yuuto." Bak suddenly ordered causing David's thoughts of escape to halt, "Go to warn Tovarisch. Take care of Vittorio."

He visible twitched as her steely gaze passed over him as she leveled her weapon at the cultist, "I'll be giving covering fire."

"You're not serious." David heard a man say, echoing his own thoughts. He looked over to see a St. Laurel's student, Alto, looking quite frustrated.

"You're on my side now?" Alto said with every bit of confusion also reflected by David. "What kind of game are you people playing?" David had no idea what this guy was on about, but it seemed Bak didn't care either, because instead of answering the man she instead decided to start unloading into the Cultist. This seemed to force the issue with Alto as instead of pressing for answers he immediately went into action and launched his own attack at the creature. The flashing lights and exploding flak made for an impressive display of destructive power, but David couldn't help but feel like it wouldn't be enough. He once again considered his options, looking at his fire nozzle and then looking at Bak and Alto. "I am severely outclassed here." He thought depressingly, "This guy could kill me in one blow." David realized that his body was shaking and that he had been clenching his teeth together. This creature terrified him and all his survival instincts were screaming at him to get the fuck out, "This isn't my fight. It's better to leave this to people much more qualified than myself." He reasoned, "I'm not a coward. I'm just being realistic." David again looked at Bak readily laying her life on the line to fight for her friends, to even fight for him a stranger. David aims the fire nozzle and fires a stream of water aimed right at the Cultist's face. He quickly switches to holding the fire nozzle with just his left hand and draws his pen. "I can leave." He thought, "I should leave." He didn't budge, "Fuck." David draws a circle, but not on the ground. He instead drew a new two-inch radius circle on his back. He would side steps right up to Bak keeping the water on the Cultist as he does so.

"Hey, tank girl." He says just loud enough to be heard over the roar of the water. "You want to do more than tickle him?" David would point at the circle on his back. "Stick your gum through that circle when I give the word and we can set this assholes world on fire. Close!" As David says this he drops the fire hose as the water abruptly stops.

In the distance at Mephisto's school for the wickedly inclined. A firebox explodes as a hose, left on max pressure, bursts from its housing, shooting water everywhere and smashing everything around it.

David pockets his pen and holds up his now free hands with circles drawn on the palms. "Open times 9!" The two circles on David's palms and the seven on his chest would light up. Bak would see the small circle on David's back light up where he told her to put her gun barrel. If she does so, Bak would see nine identical copies of her gun emerge from the portals. In response David would look over at her a nod. The rest would be up to her.

L'Mordryn Academy

Maximo "Max" Muerte

Name | Demino Santa Muerte
Age | 16
Gender | Male
Level/Tier | Adept tier 1
House | Phantasm

Appearence

Alignment | Terrorist

Personality/Habits
Max is the embodiment of the strong silent type when operating in his day to day classes. At least until you piss him off, then he flips from this stoic diligent student into a raving lunatic just itching to get a brand new "training dummy or buddy" as he will correct himself. His personality quirks come from his over-commitment to trying to perfect everything. This leads him to be silent most of the time, as he focuses in on what he is doing allowing no distractions. However, if this state of zen is broken his real personality shines through as an aggressive, unempathetic, and selfish man who's only concern is advancing his own goals. He thinks little of anyone he doesn't believe is trying their absolute best to advance their studies. He also doesn't believe there is such a thing as a fair fight. In the real world, nobody plays fair and rules can and will be broken then so might as learn now. A quick note about Max is he loathes his name. He goes by Max to everyone that knows him and even insisted that the teachers do the same. His parents believed his name was the perfect reflection of the future they saw for him and would strike fear in his enemies, but "Miximo Muerte" or "Maximum Death" in English had to be the lamest name possible. If you want to break his zen in an instant, just say his real name in front of him and he'll throw a fist before you finish his last name.

Background |
Max's family background is an interesting one too say the least. His family was actually quite wealthy and had a pretty good standing as elites in the business world. They have the same snobbish attitude as other rich people, but more modernized than the old school aristocrats who go on about prestige and how powerful their bloodlines are. Max's family believed in a different power. The power of money was far more useful than some entitled bloodline of dragons. Well, that and they specialized in summoning Demons. Though demons were more of a blanket term used for the myriad of Dark and dangerous creatures his family chose to specialize in as their favored summons. The family had a firm belief that raw destructive power wasn't as important for winning as abilities were. A dragon may rip apart stone with its claws, but all that strength does little to protect it from curses, poison, and illusions. This may not kill it, but in most fights, people tend to forget that the summoner is the far more important target. Max's family's real power is in not winning in the summon vs summon fight, but the summoner vs summoner.

To this end, Max was trained in various forms of combat to help combat the many kinds of summoners he may find himself squaring off against. He was taught to always press his advantage, but not to be afraid to hold onto a few tricks to catch his opponent by surprise with. Max learned a combination of Kickboxing and traditional Boxing to teach how to strike with strong decisive blows meant to end a fight fast if an opponent underestimated his unarmed abilities. He next learned swordplay though specialized in short swords and daggers. His goal was to either dual wield them if caught in a dual or to make a quick precise stab with a hidden blade if an opportunity presented itself. Then finally he was trained in small arms. He was taught to use various pistols both low and high caliber. His training did teach him the basics of rifles, but his family wanted his focus on close range combat. The idea was there were more opportunities to catch his opponent off in close range. The pistol was more meant to give him a range option in case his enemy was Machina who often specialize in such weapons or to give an enemy with overwhelming melee combat pause. His training was to use one large profile high caliber pistol to worn at his side and to keep a second low caliber silenced pistol hidden on his body. The idea is that any sensible enemy would zero in on the large pistol as the greatest threat and aim to take it out, but would then be caught off by the silent plink of the silenced pistol when they least expect it.

This arsenal of training is finally backed up with state of the art equipment to further sharpen Max's edge in any surprise combat scenario.

Equipment

Lightning

A .50 caliber semi-automatic handgun, the closest real-world equivalent would be a Desert Eagle. It has a custom case that allows rails along the top and underneath the barrel and has several runes engraved along its surface. It is currently equipped with simple a red dot sight and custom made Magitech flashlight. This special state of the art flashlight is what gives Lightning its name, but not for the reason you'd expect. It was created using a series of solar runes carved along the gun's surface that collects actual sunlight that is then stored in a high capacity mana-battery. The flashlight, when toggled on and off, produces an impressive 4000 lumens of light that can equate to a mini spotlight. This on its own could easily blind a person in darkness, but its real power is an additional switch tied to the trigger pool of Lightning. A series of 8 capacitors are tucked inside the flashlight one for each bullet in a magazine. Upon pulling the trigger the flashlight will produce a 9 million candela flash of light, that is 2 million more than a flashbang. The handgun was dubbed "Lighting" because of this blinding light followed by loud discharge of the gun, thus the flash before the thunder. Lightning is typically loaded with FMJ rounds with dragon scale cores that are designed to punch through several inches of armor or dragon scales.

Whisper

A small .308 select fire pistol, the closest real-world equivalent would be a Glock 42 with rails along the top of the barrel. Whisper on its own is nothing special beyond its ability to be easily concealed. The real power comes with its many attachments. The first and the one that gives it its name is a special made Magitech silencer. This modern silencer not only dampens sound to an unhearable 10 decibels, the equivalent of breathing but also acts as a recoil compensator while doing so. The silencer utilizes several kinetic, sonic, and conversion runes to absorb the excess energy and sound that is dispersed by the gases of the bullet as it exits the barrel and directs that force downward to create a counterforce to help fight the guns recoil. The recoil reduction doesn't completely eliminate recoil when held in the hand, but when stabilized with a stock extender, the recoil becomes non-existent. The next is a lightweight stock extender modified to fold for easier storage and concealment, nothing special beyond that. The final attachment and arguably more important than the silencer is a small low profile scope that is made perfectly to slide over the rail of the Whisper. This scopes range isn't too impressive only accommodating shots at up to a hundred meters, but its real power is in its lens. This has been modified with a unique and difficult to make magic sensing rune. This rune pulses scanning for the presence of magic, then when found the lens will highlight these magical entities even through solid surfaces. Whisper is typically loaded with hollow point rounds which better-stopping power vs a low or unarmored opponent.

Fester

A black tinted short sword balanced for both thrusting and stabbing. This unassuming blade is arguably more deadly than either of the guns that Max carries. It is made from spring steel a durable light and flexible metal that is capable of taking immense amounts of punishment without breaking under the stress. That is not what makes it special. Max's parents performed a dark ritual upon the blade while utilizing their greatest household summon a Demon Lord. Max is unaware of the Demon's name due to names holding power in this particular demon's domain. The blade gained its slight dark tint after this ritual along with a few interesting sides effects. The blade is now unnaturally sharp at all time and has been equated to a monolayer for being able to cut through things with a hardness greater than steel. However, and this gave the blade its namesake, the blade seems to inflict a curse upon wounding a creature. The creature would find any cut the received from fester would immediately become infected as if left untreated for several days. This effect would only get worse with consecutive cuts as the wound would fester and even rot. The only hint to the blade's evil is an aura of malice that emanates from it when it is unsheathed.

Nail

A jewel tipped parrying dagger with a tip housing an arrowhead-shaped diamond of low purity. This unusual dagger is made with hardened steel as flexing under pressure would do more harm than good when trying to deflect blows. The narrow head tip is the only unique part of this dagger actually being designed to get stuck in the target. The gen actually detaches from the dagger by pulling on the pommel of the dagger. The idea is you would impale a target, then while pulling away slide your hand over the pommel and pull the dagger out. This would release the gem and cause it to get trapped inside whatever it punctured. This type of wound is difficult for magic to heal, because of the barbed nature of the gem it can't be pushed out without doing more damage to the host. On top of the fact its a diamond meaning it can't be easily broken down. This means an injury that magic could normally save you from is prevented from doing its job The name nail was a sort of poetic reference to the final nail in a coffin because once it's in it isn't coming back out.

Tri-Tip Daggers
Amazingly no special qualities are attributed to the many small guardless blades. They have rings on the pommel to allow them to be pulled at a moments notice.

The smoke and frag grenade. Again nothing special beyond the fact they look identical. Thankfully they have very different weights and feels one being metal and the other plastic.

Achilles Armor
A breakthrough in technology allowed the consistent creation and arrangement of Graphene into a usable material and out of the realm of theory. Graphene is an incredibly durable material that surpasses even diamond in hardness while actually being still flexible, even elastic, and able to disperse force across its surface. The material also does not burn easily taking temperatures of 6000K to burn, the sun seems appropriate. The material is highly conductive, but the Achilles Armor is made using silk, and thin layers of leather with multiple layers of Graphene all throughout. The silk is non-conductive nature allows the electricity to run through the graphene and into the ground like a Faraday cage protecting against electricity. The entire outfit consists of a long sleeve shirt and pants of just silk and graphene. A pair of gloves with hardened steel plates on the back of the hands and bridges along the knuckles. A pair of boots with hardened steel toes. Finally, the main piece is a large thick duster that is designed with dozens of pockets customized to carry all the tools one could need. The materail is so defensible that the only magic on it is simple repair and maintenance runes. The name Achilles is often referred to when people talk about the weakness of something, but people often forget that before he was shot in the heel Achilles was unstoppable.The dye job of red and black was Max's idea as he liked the stand out colors, but the undershirt is also black so if he needs to he can ditch the red for a more subtle all black attire.

Summon of the day/week

Max has a unique relationship with his summons being that he has none. His winning personality doesn't do him any favors when it comes to connecting with otherworldly beings. He shows no lack of abilities when it comes to summoning unusual and powerful beings from beyond, but his harmony with such creatures is disastrous and they tend to not obey his commands. Max has no problem with this surprisingly insisting that it's simply a matter of finding his perfect summon. The world is huge and the other worlds even more so. He won't settle for garbage and is more than willing to search all of creation for his ideal match. He believes the day he finds it he will be unstoppable.

Summons

Current Summon

Changling



Powers and Abilities
They are said to have superior strength, but only slightly more than a human. Their agility is also otherworldy able to cling to smooth walls and ceilings with bare hands and feet and while carrying another person.
They have sharp teeth and a lamprey-like mouth that allows them to feed on creatures, human or otherwise. They do so by bitting onto them and draining the life and magic from their body. They can appear human and even can impersonate summons if they are humanoid. Their true appearance can be revealed by a mirror but is otherwise flawless. Finally, their final and arguably greatest gift is their near invulnerability to mundane damage sources. They are not perfect immune and can be fought off, but only fire can truly harm and even kill these monsters.

"Perfect" Max whispers as he slams his book closed.

L'Mordryn Academy

Ok, updates CS. I think I'm done. Let me know what you think.

L'Mordryn Academy

Maximo "Max" Muerte

Name | Demino Santa Muerte
Age | 16
Gender | Male
Level/Tier | Adept tier 1
House | Phantasm

Appearence

Alignment | Terrorist

Personality/Habits
Max is the embodiment of the strong silent type when operating in his day to day classes. At least until you piss him off, then he flips from this stoic diligent student into a raving lunatic just itching to get a brand new "training dummy or buddy" as he will correct himself. His personality quirks come from his over-commitment to trying to perfect everything. This leads him to be silent most of the time, as he focuses in on what he is doing allowing no distractions. However, if this state of zen is broken his real personality shines through as an aggressive, unempathetic, and selfish man who's only concern is advancing his own goals. He thinks little of anyone he doesn't believe is trying their absolute best to advance their studies. He also doesn't believe there is such a thing as a fair fight. In the real world, nobody plays fair and rules can and will be broken then so might as learn now. A quick note about Max is he loathes his name. He goes by Max to everyone that knows him and even insisted that the teachers to do the same. His parents believed his name was the perfect reflection of the future they saw for him and would strike fear in his enemies, but "Miximo Muerte" or "Maximum Death" in English had to be the lamest name possible. If you want to break his zen in an instant, just say his real name in front of him and he'll throw a fist before you finish his last name.

Background |
Max's family background is an interesting one too say the least. His family was actually quite wealthy and had a pretty good standing as elites in the business world. They have the same snobbish attitude as other rich people, but more modernized than the old school aristocrats who go on about prestige and how powerful their bloodlines are. Max's family believed in a different power. The power of money was far more useful than some entitled bloodline of dragons. Well, that and they specialized in summoning Demons. Though demons were more of a blanket term used for the myriad of Dark and dangerous creatures his family chose to specialize in as their favored summons. The family had a firm belief that raw destructive power wasn't as important for winning as abilities were. A dragon may rip apart stone with its claws, but all that strength does little to protect it from curses, poison, and illusions. This may not kill it, but in most fights, people tend to forget that the summoner is the far more important target. Max's family's real power is in not winning in the summon vs summon fight, but the summoner vs summoner.

To this end, Max was trained in various forms of combat to help combat the many kinds of summoners he may find himself squaring off against. He was taught to always press his advantage, but not to be afraid to hold onto a few tricks to catch his opponent by surprise with. Max learned a combination of Kickboxing and traditional Boxing to teach how to strike with strong decisive blows meant to end a fight fast if an opponent underestimated his unarmed abilities. He next learned swordplay though specialized in short swords and daggers. His goal was to either dual wield them if caught in a dual or to make a quick precise stab with a hidden blade if an opportunity presented itself. Then finally he was trained in small arms. He was taught to use various pistols both low and high caliber. His training did teach him the basics of rifles, but his family wanted his focus on close range combat. The idea was there were more opportunities to catch his opponent off in close range. The pistol was more meant to give him a range option in case his enemy was Machina who often specialize in such weapons or to give an enemy with overwhelming melee combat pause. His training was to use one large profile high caliber pistol to worn at his side and to keep a second low caliber silenced pistol hidden on his body. The idea is that any sensible enemy would zero in on the large pistol as the greatest threat and aim to take it out, but would then be caught off by the silent plink of the silenced pistol when they least expect it.

This arsenal of training is finally backed up with state of the art equipment to further sharpen Max's edge in any surprise combat scenario. Max can be seen wearing a large red duster at all times and a pair of black combat pants with armored gloves and boots. He can also be seen wearing a short sword along his back and pistol at his right hip. The duster, pants, gloves an boots are all made of a special material called Graphene that has been arranged in a very strong pattern. The material is rated to be 10 times as stronger than the average steel and weigh 20 times less. There are inserts of actual high-grade steel in the toes of the boots and on the back of the hands and in the knuckles to add stopping power to his punches and kicks. The outfit is actually very breathable and is padded with silk to add comfort and some impact resistance. The dye job of red and black was Max's idea as he liked the stand out colors, but the undershirt is also black so if he needs to he can ditch the red for a more subtle all black attire.

Summon of the day/week

Max has a unique relationship with his summons being that he has none. His winning personality doesn't do him any favors when it comes to connecting with otherworldly beings. He shows no lack of abilities when it comes to summoning unusual and powerful beings from beyond, but his harmony with such creatures is disastrous and they tend to not obey his commands. Max has no problem with this surprisingly insisting that it's simply a matter of finding his perfect summon. The world is huge and the other worlds even more so. He won't settle for garbage and is more than willing to search all of creation for his ideal match. He believes the day he finds it he will be unstoppable.

Current Summon

Changing

Truebform

Powers and Abilities
They are said to have superior strength, but only slightly more than a human. Their agility is also otherworldy able to cling to smooth walls and ceilings with bare hands and feet and while carrying another person.
They have sharp teeth and a lamprey-like mouth that allows them to feed on creatures, human or otherwise. They do so by bitting onto them and draining the life and magic from their body. They can appear human and even can impersonate summons if they are humanoid. Their true appearance can be revealed by a mirror but is otherwise flawless. Finally, their final and arguably greatest gift is their near invulnerability to mundane damage sources. They are not perfect immune and can be fought off, but only fire can truly harm and even kill these monsters.

"Perfect" Max whispers as he slams his book closed.

L'Mordryn Academy

Will be hammering out details for a Phantasm guy today. I finally have an idea I'm happy with.

Royal Rumble!

David struggled to process everything that was going on around him. His first priority was Yuuto who was surprisingly actually lying in a puddle a short distance from him. It seemed he had gotten caught in that cyclone and had probably been slammed into the ground. "Ha, David one Ninja Jesus zero." David taunted as he looked over at Katherine. It seemed that she and Rurik decided to turn up the heat, both literally and metaphorically as they beat the ever living shit out of each other. It all went down so fast that by the time he could process who was even winning the final blows were already being thrown. He watched as Katherine delivered a bitchin knee to Rurik's solar plexus, while Rurik answered with a cheap hay-maker to Katherine's jaw. He could practically feel the cracking bones as sympathy pain made his teeth clench. He immediately tried to spring to his feet to help Katherine but found that to be a terrible move as he collapsed face first into the mud writhing in silent pain. He hadn't gotten out of his fight unscathed as the pain in David's leg and on his side was far greater then he had expected. David cursed Yuuto and his parting gift as he curled up and clutched his leg and side trying to suppress the pain. He could only half pay attention to the situation as Katherine approached Rurik. To his surprise, she offered him a hand and actually helped him to his feet.

"Did I miss something?." David muttered dumbfounded. "When the hell did they become friends?" His concerns were brushed aside when Clara started speaking her nonsense again. David was so pissed he was tempted to just blast Clara and introduce her to her own mud puddle. However, his stomach and his shin were making very compelling arguments as to why he shouldn't even think of moving. Luckily his frustrations were short-lived as Christine finally pulled through and put herself between Clara and her sister. "Good on ya ice girl." he quietly cheered before witnessing and even more miraculous occurrence and that was

Before Clara could even protest this new development a mysterious man, Thobias, flashed in from nowhere. He delivered a quick one-liner and just flashed away taking Katherine and Christine with him. David had mixed feelings about this development. He was glad that Katherine had finally gotten out of there, but it was hard not to feel like his efforts had been a bit wasted. He knows its a selfish thought, but he had tried his best to save the day and it hurt to be outdone by another teleporter. His personal pity party didn't last long though as he heard something stomp up to him and Yuuto. He glanced up to see Bak picking up Yuuto while whispering something to him. David's mind immediately went into high alert, "Shit. I let myself get too distracted. Don't turn around big girl. I don't have my weapon." He glances around frantically for his fire nozzle to thankfully see it a few feet behind him. His thoughts racing "OK, I just need to do a quick painful roll, grab the gun and send her...holy shit she's looking right at me." David froze realizing he had taken too long and Bak was now hovering right over him. David considered his options, "I could try to play possum and maybe she'll pass me by, no. Maybe I just YOLO this shit and go for the gun. Ah, screw it. If I die? I die swinging!" as he made up his mind to take action. He was halted when Bak spoke in a gentle Yekaterina accent, "You are one of us. Come along. We have doctor that can help."

"Help?" was all David could utter before Bak suddenly started hoisting him from the ground. He grabbed onto his fire nozzle by reflex as she threw him on her shoulder opposite Yuuto. His side immediately flared in pain, and he had to clamp his mouth shut to prevent himself from screaming. He did, however, allow himself to let out a totally manly squeal as a result of the rough handling. He hadn't expected Bak to help him and was frankly in shock at this turn of events. David thought about his situation as Bak went around collecting the injured. As it stood it he wasn't going to get his ass kicked for interfering with Clara's plans, at least not right now. He suspected that some flak would be coming his way eventually. Still, he did need a Doctor and could always bail after getting patched up. The persistent pain in his leg and side was starting to clear up finally. He could probably walk on his own now, but he figured as long as everyone kept thinking he was seriously injured they'd be less likely to yell at him.

"Huh?" David breathed as he felt a familiar itch in his skin, "Oh fuck its back!" He exclaims in shock. It seemed that whatever power had disrupted his Crisis left with the pain. His head started pulsing with a new even worse than Katherine headache. David didn't know what could possibly be worse than and escaped Demon, but knew he couldn't ignore the call for long. He had never tried using "Crisis" while being bunched up with other people before. He after all never liked the idea of getting other people involved with his bullshit. It was hypocritical considered he interfered in other peoples affairs, but he blamed this on his powers. He didn't know if it would actually bring other people with him, but if it did work and he was to bring all these tired and injured people with him to whatever bullshit disaster was causing him such agony. He couldn't even imagine the world of shit they would all be in. His thoughts were already getting hazy as he heard a loud ringing in his ears. He tries his best to mutter a spit out a warning, "Get...Away...From...Me...Its...Not...Safe." At this point, the bubbling felt like someone had shaken a soda and let it loose in his veins. Bak may even notice that the veins on David's body had started to protrude a bit with a bubbly blue glow now visible through the skin. He tried to hold on a few more seconds, but Bak wouldn't drop him so he could only hope someone had gotten a chance to get clear. He craned his neck and then once again screamed at the top of his lungs,

"CRISIS!!!"

The whole group would see a massive portal open in the sky above them and quickly descend over Bak and David and any unlucky enough to still be with them.

The Arena
As shells rained down upon the arena a large purple portal would open and deposit everyone right in front of the Brute Cultist during the active firestorm. David had no words for the situation he was now in. The monster and explosions everywhere told him he had landed right in the middle of a massive shit storm. He wasn't normally a pessimistic guy, but he honestly was questioning whether or not getting blowing up was less painful than getting ripped limb from limb by whatever unholy abomination he was currently looking at. "Oh, Well if I'm gonna die. I'm going swinging." David would fling himself off of Bak's back, now able to do so without the unbearable pain, yell, "Close." all the circles on his chest would vanish and back in the park 6/7ths of all the water on the ground would suddenly vanish into blue light and dissipate. David was ready. If that cultist made a move at them he'd introduce him to 300 PSI of fuck you.

L'Mordryn Academy

I will work on my chaos cultist today. I may go overboard with minor summon ideas