Melissa Hammon had found herself buried in nothing short of an actual mountain of paperwork ever since the news had hit the Confederacy's borders...and spread like a raging wildfire. Their old nemesis, the Integrated Republic of Detroit, was falling to another old enemy of theirs: The Cult. More so, the battling was getting ever close to their borders, if not already bordering them by this point. Even more, between radar and scout reports The Dominion had been found moving into the war-torn area of the IRD to the southwest of the Confederacy. They'd already begun to see refugees, what brave ones that dared make the desperate trip to the north of the IRD at least, congregating around the front gate of the Confederacy's highly-fortified wall where the IRD and Confederacy shared a border. Rumors had already begun to circulate among the people, which hadn't made things better, and some letters or messages of concern had been sent in droves to the government and its representatives....
...including herself as well. That didn't even count the various other things commanders and their ilk had been sending to her to ask about what to do. She wasn't the only general, at least, so she knew the load had been divided up. But if MacArthur tried to push his shit onto her again, she swore she'd hang him from the flagpole by his balls for it.
"General Hammon, mam!"
Melissa looked up, eyes steeled but also visibly weary from the stress, as a soldier walked into her office and saluted her with the usual rigid posture. Melissa gestured for him to relax in turn, a common gesture she used when she'd been jawing on all day or was tired, before the man finally moved to speak further.
"The President has sent word that we are to take in and process the IRD refuges, and desires we deploy a security and processing crew!"
Melissa let out a long, yet almost silent, sigh before she responded.
"...Tell the President that i will be sending a security and processing unit down to The Wall. Then relay that order to Colonel Tucket so his unit can go down there, and remind them that we need to make it a rigorous screening. If anyone there seems any bit cultist, put a bullet in em' and burn the corpse. If they are clean, they continue through processing, but make sure everyone gets screened. Even the women and children.
Anyone who might be a soldier who is fleeing, confiscate their armaments before processing them. If they refuse to hand em' over, either turn them away or subdue them. Then he needs to get a count of just how many of those came with the refugees, and isolate them afterwards for interrogation.
I want a report in my hands as soon as they are done. Dismissed."
"Mam, yes mam!" the soldier said, saluting once more before promptly leaving the room in nothing less than a hurry.
Of course the man would try to take in the people of their enemy to look good, but that was just how it seemed to roll. Reports of the Cultist movements all around the areas just beyond their borders was terrifying to say the least. Or at least they were notably aggravating, in her case. Naval, land, and air forces were already readied for battle deployment, whether all out or even just in smaller contingents to make use of in strategic places. The already secured border had been ratcheted down even harder then usual to boot, on all fronts and sides for that matter.
The general pressed a button her desk, and soon an aide ran into her office and gave her a silent salute. Not a word was needed, after all, since her aide had been working for her for a good few years by now.
"Get the Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel ambassador over to me, so we can begin the process of sharing the most up to date information on the ongoing situations in the area. We know what they are trying to do in the area, that much they announced loud and clear, but with The Cult being involved i want to see if they can share any info with us.
Also, i need someone to ask the CoA representative here to offer material and monetary assistance to the main body of the CoA on our behalf. Limited assistance, of course, as we cannot drain ourselves too much. But we can offer some older/captured weapons or basic materials at least."
"Yes mam...though i must tell you that the Scout Division has sent a messenger here as well. Something about the 'Massachusetts Rumors'?"
"...That is fine. Send him in then."
Melissa suddenly paused, her body tensed up and frozen for a few moments before giving an affirming nod to the aide. She did her best to relax her body, but as the aide left she wondered what information would be coming next. Soon enough, however, a Scout would enter the room and salute her. His uniform was dirty and worn, and he hadn't even taken off his armor at that. It was like he had just run here from-
"Mam. I was told to first report that the IRD warlord next to our border has sent a messenger. He went to the President first, and is now being told to come to you to report and give their message as well.
But as for the main matter at hand, as per your request into the rumors of the production of synthetic robots near or in Boston, we have finally received confirming reports from the Commonwealth of their presence. Further, it seems the organization making them is called 'The Institute' and is attempting to reach out to the Commonwealth citizens as of our most current report. There is also report that some form of...teleportation...might have been used as well. Though this last thing we cannot confirm save for a batch of consistent and cohesive eyewitness accounts.
What would you like us to do about this, mam?"
She been hearing rumors from their scouts about "synthetic humanoids" and a scare over them going on in Boston. That much she could gather. However, she had only told the Scout Division to contact her if confirmation or debunking of those rumors had been achieved. Such technology was not just pre-War-like in nature, it surpassed anything they had heard of from the pre-War era in their dealing and discoveries. It was groundbreaking, very much so, and such an organization could pose both a danger or a potential boon to the Confederacy due to their proximity. Regardless, the matter of The Cult was of more importance, and yet...hmm....
Perhaps some potential peaceful dealings could ensure better safety along the Confederacy's border at least. Potentially. These were becoming tumultuous times already, after all.
"Hmm....i want you to get Ambassador Cole, and i want the Scout Division to send an explorative and diplomatic squad down to the Commonwealth. I want them to seek contact with this 'Institute' if they are willing to talk, and ascertain their stance and nature. If possible, we want to pursue trade or further diplomacy.
If they are a threat, i still want the best report they can get me. I mean i want them sending our best out there to Boston for this.
After it all, i want a report on my desk as soon as they are done. Further, get the President's approval for the diplomatic mission....and soldier, please go take a shower as you can. You seemed to have earned it.
I also want the messenger from the IRD warlord sent here ASAP. I have a lot of people coming through my office today, it seems, so the sooner we handle this matter the better."
"Mam, yes mam!" the Scout said, a small yet tired smile coming to his face as he tried to remain formal, before leaving the room once more in haste as the last soldier had done.
Well...this would soon be interesting. Most interesting indeed. But for now, they had to play their cards right. Communicate with Brotherhood allies, getting this message from the "friendly" (as they had ascertained prior) warlord from the IRD, and now sending a group out to the Commonwealth into the depths of Boston for a diplomatic mission.
@Blackstripe@Blazion@Alfhedil Alright! I think i have managed to get a first app of sorts together, ready for looking at, review, and of course any and all potential needed fixes to make it work best. :D
Likewise, if anything needs to be added powers-wise to make sense or fit the scaling here or such i am also open to suggestions for this! :)
Basic Information
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Superhero/Villain Name: The Unknown Soldier
Civilian Name: Samuel Mason Colefield
Origin City/Planet: Atlanta, GA, United States of America (Earth)
Hometown: None, at least for now
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6’1
Weight: 195 lbs
Physical Age: 23
Actual Age: 180
Birth Date: March 15th, 1841
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Costumed Appearance: Most of a confederate soldier uniform (minus the hat) projected onto him from the “echoes” of his former comrades, albeit stylized and highly reshaped into a more tight-fitting, shorter-sleeved, and properly “heroic” attire based on hero costumes he saw whilst being a spirit. Think something like what Batman or Superman would wear, but with actual pants included. It includes added generic black hero head mask with eye holes and a short cape derived from other “echoes” to add an even more “heroic” touch. Honestly, no one can actually recognize it as being derived from an old generic Confederate soldier uniform due to how much it has been changed. Unless they happen to be very knowledgeable about old Civil War uniforms, at least.
Civilian Appearance: (the below in the hider, but with modern clothing)
Icon: An emblazoned “US”, which can also be seen on the back of his uniform, which ironically he feels stands for “United States” as well as his hero name.
Costumed Personality: A bold, brave, and generally polite hero who takes pride in helping others and seeking to save the weak. Even small things like helping get someone out from rubble, or treating the wounded from a disaster, are not above him by any stretch of the imagination when he jumps in to help. This of course doesn’t mean he won’t put a cap into a very evil person if it means saving someone in a severe enough situation, nor that he is unwilling to fight others among heroes or the like if he feels he must to do the right thing, but in the end he is just an imperfect person who is trying to do what is right and best. Even he isn’t immune to mistakes, though his years as a spirit did help him in many ways as he witnessed and saw many things in his time.
Civilian Personality: A generally well-mannered and relaxed person, raised the old Southern way to open doors for women, be generally polite to others, respect his elders, and enjoy good home cooking like nothing else. Despite the sudden and slightly jarring "newness" of his new body and being able to actually move about among the living again, however, he has enough familiarity with the modern world from his time spent as just a spirit to function (and try not to spend all his money on shiny things). He does admittedly get a bit excited about some modern things and superheroes, at times like an excited child, but at the same time does have a certain level of discipline as both a former soldier and well-raised southern boy that keeps this properly in check...at least normally. Samuel to has a level of pride in his vastly improved medical skills over the decades as well, though has taken a side hobby interest in cooking as well that he seems to enjoy as a calming activity.
Yet under all of his positivity and more upbeat aspects, Samuel is someone who inevitably has been scarred by war and death around him. Even as a spirit he became accustomed to being around and seeing conflict and war and death and such atrocities, yet on the other hand in his mind and heart does not feel nothing about these things when he hears of them or witnesses them. The events in what is now the Scar especially shook him during his travels, leaving him with a lingering sense of highly dreaded deja vu at seeing the United States split into two nations and a battleground all over again.
Super Abilities:
-Skills:
1 – He can utilize and care for a Whitworth Rifle properly due to the skills he had in life, but more than that he’s acquired the knowledge to become highly proficient with general firearms and weapons handling and use.
2 – He can communicate with the lingering spirits of the dead still attached to the mortal plane, due to being a super strong spirit, which is itself generally useful.
3 – Though information he can access from the “echoes” etched into his soul, Samuel’s medical and even surgical skills have seen an extreme improvement from their far less...”sanitary” and “effective” Civil War era roots.
4 – He is highly fluent in many languages of the world, including most European languages, both written and spoken. At least after having had well over 100 years to learn these things and converse about them with other dead.
-Powers:
1 – He can naturally summon the “echoes” others souls have left upon him, basically projecting the information etched into him by these echoes as spiritual servants who follow his orders. Albeit, they can be imbued with a copy of their old clothes/equipment they had on them at their deaths (or project them onto himself alternately) to be even more useful. Due to his power these “echoes” can become or be made corporeal (visible) to interact with the corporeal and even remain incorporeal (invisible to the normal person) in order to interact with other incorporeal things like other spirits and/or ‘intangible’ targets respectively.
2 – As a very powerful spirit now encased in flesh again due to becoming so powerful, he can perceive the differences between the living and dead, spirit and non-spirit, and the like to a very fine level. He can tell at a glance a possessed person from a normal one, as one example. He can also see spirits lingering in the mortal plane that normal people cannot perceive, which along with his ability to physically interact with them and the intangible due to his strength as a spirit this can be very useful potentially.
3 – His physical body is more of a...convenience, as it were, and he can naturally repair it if it takes damage (or even make a new one if the old one got destroyed). Of course this means he can seemingly “survive” ridiculous damage, like regenerating back from a head whilst still controlling his blasted-off parts or re-absorbing them, but he still finds this to be a very useful thing for his “new life” among the living again.
-Vulnerabilities: (Necessary for more powerful characters)
1 – Destroying his physically body is strangely one good way to deal with him, since it is just as squishy as other human beings' bodies. He has to repair it himself, after all, and so this distracts him. Likewise, utterly destroying his body is one way to stall him outright or get him off your back for a time as he has to work to reform it. Since he made himself a new body, he can only free roam as a spirit when it is destroyed entirely as well. This traps him in his flesh to an extent, though he still remains a very powerful spirit at his core.
2 – Servants made from “Echoes” can be destroyed by corporeal means when they are in corporeal form, and by incorporeal means when in incorporeal form. Samuel can feel where they are and when they have been destroyed as well, but otherwise can’t detect damage dealt to them. If they are destroyed all he can do is re-create these minions from the echoes again at that point. Further, these minions made from echoes are vulnerable to magic and powers able to harm, capture, and/or slaying spirits...albeit they do outright dissipate in the case someone tries to enslave/control them using magic or other means.
3 – Only energy attacks (this does not mean electricity or nuclear energy or such, just energy), anti-ghost tech, magic, psychic energy attacks (not including telekinesis since he’s incorporeal as a spirit) and enchanted objects can affect him as a spirit. Whether these hurt him or not as a spirit, as he is at his strongest as just that, depends on the strength of the things trying to hurt or affect him in the first place. Basic ghost-capturing equipment, for example, isn’t going to be able to seal him away or lock him up at all like it is able to do with generic ghosts/spirits.
-Gadgets/Weapons: Old weapons from the Civil War and both World Wars, as well as Korea and Vietnam, and even the modern era. These are themselves items projected from the information of the “echoes” he acquired from the dead in his world travels, which in more recent years before his “sudden re-acquisition of a body” were themselves encountered as he passed by many modern battlefields and cities. Especially when he passed anywhere near the Scar, for that matter...
But outside of those, really he has nothing else outside of being able to project and somewhat tweak the clothes/equipment of the former dead spirits whose echoes he has acquired. This does not amount to much variety of items, but at least covers a wide range of clothing types.
Civilian Occupation: Unemployed (currently, at least)
----Biography----
Character History/Origin:
Samuel Mason Colefield was born to a wealthy family in Atlanta, Georgia before the advent of the Civil War. Son of a doctor (whose family had immigrated down from the North) and a nurse (a classic southern belle who fell in love with Samuel’s future father), from a young age the boy was exposed to the most state-of-the-art techniques and skills of the day with the hopes he’d one day take up his father’s profession. It was naturally expected of him, after all, and his father was among the most skilled doctors who worked in Atlanta’s hospitals. However, Samuel from a young age was able to discern the differences between his father’s silently held abolitionist beliefs and those of the pro-slavery society around him. He never knew much of what he should think due to this, looking to one side or the other for some answer or another as the overall issue became more and more heated.
Eventually the advent of the Civil War came, however, and with it the propaganda and zeal that consumed both sides like wildfire and confused him even more. All he knew was...he wanted it all to stop, frankly, and for things to go back to more peaceful times. His father also came under suspicions of being a “union sympathizer” eventually when his paternal grandparents fled to the North, though merely stood his ground by stating “I am a doctor, no more and no less. I love the people of the state of Georgia, and would not seek to harm them. By the grace of God I will continue to care for those who are sick and in need as best as I can, and that is all I care about in this debacle”. A man of upstanding character by most peoples’ regards as well, Samuel’s father did manage to retain his position as the war dragged on and a need for medical care and medicines skyrocketed within the Confederacy. Samuel himself for a time assisted in this work, though was soon conscripted and sent off to fight for the Confederacy due to a pressing need for troops.
An old flintlock musket that barely worked was placed in his hands, he was handed the trademark Confederate grey uniform, and after some time spent being briefly drilled and trained with his brothers in arms as a sharpshooter he was sent off to the battlefield. Under the command of Lieutenant General Howard D. Clarke, Samuel and his fellow brethren of the First Corps, Army of Georgia, marched up North and fought against the union forces in many battles and skirmishes. They participated in many disparate conflicts ranging from the Second Battle of Bull Run (also known as the “Second Battle of Manassas”) all the way down to the battles in Dandridge and Athens in 1864. Samuel was noted his skill with one of the Confederacy’s rare Whitworth Rifles, expensive yet highly accurate for the time, all despite his ever-growing feelings of despair with the war.
The younger man even assisted in part when his comrades were injured in the field, but as he and the others starved, suffered, and were exposed to the horrors of the terrible conflict they had been pulled into...doubts and internal conflict began to arise in Samuel’s mind. Was this worth the fighting at all? Was there anything worth himself and others having had to kill relatives on the field of battle, and watching men die from disease and starvation in droves? In the end Samuel wasn’t able to make this less-than-rare-opinion of his known, as he and his fellows were soon taken to the side by his commanding officer one day for a “special project” when they were stationed in New Orleans.
They were, due to the tide of the war, ordered to go to Columbus, Georgia. Here they finally discovered they were to recover a hidden stash of gold the Confederacy had concealed from the Union so mercenaries could be purchased to help win the war. In reality, their commander had gone a tad traitor after hearing about the gold and merely desired to seize it for himself before the war ended. The corps were then led off in the dead of night, secretly floated over the Union-secured Mississippi River, and ran into a Union detachment who chased them away into the deep swamps of Louisiana. Here they attempted to secure food to survive as they contemplated another move, but with no clue to where the treasure was located and their commander going more visibly mad things deteriorated fast.
Eventually, however, the remnants of the group came across a great hole that had been dug in a patch of solid ground amidst the dense swampy land. Within it, encased in walls of stone on the sides, were crates filled to the brim with gold and valuables. The actual Confederate gold they had been led through hell to find, which had been meant to be hidden from all.
At this time, the former Lieutenant General seemed to finally turn on the group in an insane frenzy, and discharged his pistol at them in a frantic haste. Those few among them still sane and capable retaliated, among which were Samuel himself, and put the crazed man down....but this came at the cost of what little strength they themselves had left.
The soldiers had been wandering deeper into the swamp for weeks after being driven in by their enemies, and brought into danger to find a treasure for a greedy man and his underlings. They had been too frightened of their enemies lurking just beyond the borders to dare try to find a way out of the swamp, and had long run out of supplies whilst being cut off from any support or help. No one knew they were there at all, even, save for perhaps the Union men who had driven them into the swamps.
As the men had tried to go on, things had only gotten worse as well as morale died out and desperation truly set in. Men died daily from disease and starvation, parasites got into their infected wounds, and gators or others creatures of the swamp seemed to lurk about like vultures around them. Some even drowned after attempting to swim away from starvation-induced hallucinations of Union soldiers. One by one they fell like dominoes, to one malady or another, and nothing Samuel tried seemed to be able to save them all.
Some had begun to curse God, some the war, some the Yankees, and some both the North and the South for all of it. Others had cried out for their mothers, others for beloved siblings or lovers, and even more died without another word.
In all of this Samuel had done his best to keep them all alive, as the only one with any applicable rudiments of medical capability among them. Even as he was worn down to the breaking point, and his corps’ crazed former commander had injured what few were left, Samuel still attempted to patch up the other survivors as he himself was bleeding out and wracked with various maladies and infection. More than anything, the man sought to save the lives of others even as he himself was dying and suffering alongside them. He had been raised this way...to see the value of a human life.
Yet eventually the last comrade of his died in his arms, a gunshot wound to the temple from the insane Lieutenant General finally doing him in. After he gently laid the body down, Samuel said a silent prayer in his mind for another dead man for the last time. After all, he was...he was now the only one left.
Samuel then crawled over to the pile of gold and stared upon it upon his knees....
...and he cursed it with all of his last dying breaths. He too cursed the damned politicians who had started the war over one thing or another, he cursed the slavery that had become such an issue to cause this war, he cursed the men who had led him and others here to die, he cursed the greed of his superiors, and finally he cursed that he would never see his beloved home in Atlanta ever again. Then in his final moment he looked up into the blue sky, the sound of birds chirping coming to his ears. Then with his final moment he spoke one last time.
“My brothers....the Lord be willing, please allow me to take upon myself the burdens of you my fellow man. This....that you may find peace....in his hands and warm embrace. And dear Lord, please show pity upon us sinful sons of man once more...yea we who have suffered and shed blood so freely....”
With those final words Samuel finally collapsed dead, his fresh corpse falling down upon the bloodied mud beneath him.
...Yet there would not be a true end for Samuel, a man who had inadvertently offered himself the scapegoat for the souls of the restless dead on the mortal plane.
He had channeled the anger and grudges and curses of his now-dead brethren in his last moments, even offering them salvation if he could help, and thus rather than him fully passing on something else occurred after his “death”. The souls of his comrades were drawn to him, and with his spirit willing to help them pass on they rushed into him like moths to a flame and began literally 'dumping off' their baggage upon him.
All of their "unfinished business" or other strong ties to the world, along with all their curses and grudges and regrets and the like that would keep them from passing on were instead transferred to Samuel. Anything that would keep them from passing into limbo. Through this the other spirits were able to go on into limbo outright, but this too kept Samuel’s soul rooted to the mortal plane and unable to pass on. Yet this was not all.
What the spirits of his comrades were doing to Samuel also scarred the soldier's soul in the process, a kind of painful and permanent scarring that leaves an "echo" of each soul who is dumping their burdens off upon him. These 'echoes' are fragments of the souls of others, a fragment of themselves which is permanently etched into the soldier's own soul. This process both scars the soul terribly...and yet also strengthens the affected soul as well.
Samuel’s ghost found itself wandering America, and even the world, after his death. In his travels he eventually came to terms with his situation of being trapped on the mortal plane, though not without a new purpose to help him move forward. He allowed other spirits trapped in the mortal plane to dump off their burdens and the like upon him as well, which inevitably made him stronger and stronger over time. He during that time period merely saw his actions as a thing he could do for others, a precept his father had driven into him from a young age, because he could not move on then he could give as many others that chance as he could.
Yet eventually Samuel found himself so powerful he was able to do something that utterly surprised him. One day he focused on his old body, recalling it fondly as he spoke with another spirit in Japan, only to find himself in a new body! It looked just like his old one, a thing he felt very thankful for, but he could still see the spirits as well! In all honesty, he had never assumed to have such power as to be able to make a new body for himself! He hadn’t even tried, admittedly.
Though...very quickly after he realized his naked American self was standing in the middle of foreign graveyard. That, and a lot of local people were there and now staring at the buck ass nude white man who had just appeared in front of them out of nowhere. Most were shocked. Some horrified. Others amused enough to bring out a camera.
After this event, Samuel found himself able to wander the world of the living as one of them again. Albeit with no heartbeat or pulse. However, his trip back home at the time was more than a little bit ”awkward” to say the very least. Of course the year was 2021, so stranger things have happened than a naked American man appearing in Japan due to being a super powerful spirit...right? Right?!
Optional information:
-He has experimented with his powers a bit before leaving Japan, getting some amount of a better grasp of them. During that time he stayed at a local shrine run by some friendly yokai he had talked to before as a spirit. Admittedly, they did get a kick out of him embarrassing himself like an idiot in front of other humans though. He will probably never be able to live it down.
-His former corps has been a matter of debate by Civil War historians, who wonder where they disappeared to or died. Since where they died and the lost gold in all now in the Scar, it’s not likely the mystery will be solved anytime soon.
-He...may have worked on a hero persona and costume and such before getting on the plane back to America. For a long time he’d imagined the design workings of his own hero costume and such in his head, as he witnessed heroes and super criminals emerging in the world. The real question is if he will actually put this all to proper use on his part.
-He is on the plane back to the good old US (aka the eastern side of the former USA), which will be landing in Gotham.
@Blackstripe@DocRock In all honesty, i'm interested in this place since the last superhero RP i was in kinda died. TwT
Gotta head to work for in about 2 hours, though, but i'll be back for a short time tonight after work. So all i'd need is the link, then, and i can get right on the Discord!. Plz don't bite though, lol. :D
Name: Weyland, aka “The Smith”, “Prince of the Elves”, “The Supreme Smith of the Gods”
Class: Assassin
Appearance
Personality: A stout and dedicated hero who takes pride in his smithing skills, working with a passion that even as a servant has not deteriorated one single bit. He enjoys putting his craft to the test in competitions of craftsmanship, such as making Mimung to defeat and kill a lying blacksmith in a competition, though outside of certain people or certain conditions he doesn’t make things “for free”. He does seem to care about his family as well, though, enough so to arm and equip his son when he came of age...and also not hold a grudge nor anger against his Valkyrie wife even well after she had left him. Overall it could he said he is a relatively peaceable, hard-working, and competitive fellow whose dedication to his work shines through in the raw quality of his craft.
However, the man also has an anger like none other if someone managed to stoke it. Revenge is something that can seethe in him down to his bones, though he will take time to plan out and execute such schemes to even a cruel extent. After seducing the daughter of King Niðhad (who had been promised to him originally along with half the kingdom), as well as slaughtering and crafting items out the remains of the king’s sons, he then flew over using magical wings he had craftred for escape to personally brag about his deeds to the evil King Niðhad. In other words, double-crossing him and cheating him and treating him very badly is a sure way to bring out the worst in Weyland.
Stats:
Strength: B Endurance: B Agility: D Mana: B Luck: C Noble Phantasm: C+
Class Skills:
Presence Concealment: C
-is the capacity to hide one's presence as a Servant. It is a common Class Skill of the Assassin class. Hides one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. The rank of Presence Concealment drops considerably when preparing to attack.
Personal Skills:
Enticement of Gold: C++
-The ability to lure and entice others into a trap or ambush, whilst making one's presence fail to register as hostile and be misunderstood as “harmless” in the process. It is a form of mental attack on the target when used, and in application allows the wielder to manipulate victims verbally to perform actions with (in this case) promises of treasures and wealth. Any physical impairments or “weaknesses” the wielder visibly has, such as crippled legs or the like, can increase the effectiveness of this skill.
Weyland the Smith, after his legs had been maimed, was most infamously able to use his skills to secretly lure in the sons of the king that had imprisoned him. He did this with sweet promises of treasure, and when these sons arrived secretly (as he had requested them to do) they were swiftly dispatched in a surprise attack. Whilst this feat alone isn’t normally a very high rank, though not useless, Weyland’s maimed legs and inability to walk strengthens the effects of this skill in application normally. Further, if Weyland’s true name is known to a given target the effectiveness of this skill rises due to his reputation as “a great hero who makes legendary treasures”. However, handing out one’s true name comes with its own repercussions as well...
Forge of Legend: EX
-The legendary smithing skills of Weyland, the “Supreme Smith of the Gods” himself whose skills wrought out many Noble Phantasms for the gods and mortal hands. His works are themselves naturally Noble Phantasms, in other words, which all became disseminated out to be wielded by others in their respective legends. From magic rings, to Beowulf’s armor, to multiple legendary swords like Gram and Balmung handed out by the gods or others, these skills are an inseparable part of Weyland that he is infamous for as a heroic spirit. However, due to not possessing his legendary forge as a Noble Phantasm outside of the Caster class, the speed of his work is distinctly inferior when he is summoned under the Assassin class container.
Divinity: D
-Weyland is of mixed birth, bearing elfish, jotun/sea-jotun, and even the blood of a minor sea spirit or possible mermaid (Wachilde) flowing within him. Only certain details seem clear among his legends, but one thing that is for sure is that he was part-human. This skill itself can be considered the summation of his ultimately strange and confusing bloodline.
Noble Phantasm(s):
Name: Uudistettu liha, “Transformed Meat, My Revenge Made Complete!!!”
Rank: C+
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: -
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Appearance: An exertion of Weyland’s inhuman and even magical smithing skills for the purpose of murder, used to transform the remains of King Niðhad’s sons (whom he slew in secret) into masterful and valuable, yet macabre, items he sent to the rest of hte royal family. Most infamous among the things he fashioned from them are the goblets he created from the skulls of the two sons. They were the flesh of his enemies themselves reshaped to his will and liking. This is the form this Noble Phantasm itself takes, being a crystallization of the deadly murderous act that was done in the shadows.
Effects: Weyland merely has to extend a hand towards the target, and speak the true name of this Noble Phantasm in order to use it. The target’s body is then forcibly crushed, distorted, and eventually reformed into a bloody skull goblet, this being a gruesome, painful, and ultimately very lethal process that is imposed upon the target on all levels (mental, physical, and otherwise) to entirely reshape them at their core. One can consider it a very frightening Noble Phantasm in that regard, as it is an action “entirely focused on reforging the target” into something else by attacking their very being in multiple ways and on multiple levels (mental, physical, and spiritual levels all being accounted for).
Normal humans and magi stand no chance against it, though servants are another case altogether. Any servant can actively exert themselves to resist the effects of this Noble Phantasm (albeit having to put active and properly serious focus into it), with individual skills like Battle Continuation or skills that preserve the state of the body or mind being additionally very useful in assisting one’s survival in part whilst resisting. However, even if a servant or other powerful creature manages to resist the full “goblet-ification” process and not outright die, there are still the multiple levels of damage to account for. This is because this Noble Phantasms’s multi-pronged attack even affects them as deeply as their Saint Graph in its application.
The weaker the target is as well, such as having taken damage to their bodies and their core, the naturally harder it becomes to resist this Noble Phantasm’s effects. Further, the modifier for this Noble Phantasm applies and boosts its power when used against those of “royal blood”: aka kings and princes and princesses and their ilk as this feat was originally targeted against during Weyland’s lifetime.
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Name: Weyland, aka “The Smith”, “Prince of the Elves”, “The Supreme Smith of the Gods”
Class: Assassin
Appearance
Personality: A stout and dedicated hero who takes pride in his smithing skills, working with a passion that even as a servant has not deteriorated one single bit. He enjoys putting his craft to the test in competitions of craftsmanship, such as making Mimung to defeat and kill a lying blacksmith in a competition, though outside of certain people or certain conditions he doesn’t make things “for free”. He does seem to care about his family as well, though, enough so to arm and equip his son when he came of age...and also not hold a grudge nor anger against his Valkyrie wife even well after she had left him. Overall it could he said he is a relatively peaceable, hard-working, and competitive fellow whose dedication to his work shines through in the raw quality of his craft.
However, the man also has an anger like none other if someone managed to stoke it. Revenge is something that can seethe in him down to his bones, though he will take time to plan out and execute such schemes to even a cruel extent. After seducing the daughter of King Niðhad (who had been promised to him originally along with half the kingdom), as well as slaughtering and crafting items out the remains of the king’s sons, he then flew over using magical wings he had craftred for escape to personally brag about his deeds to the evil King Niðhad. In other words, double-crossing him and cheating him and treating him very badly is a sure way to bring out the worst in Weyland.
Stats:
Strength: B Endurance: B Agility: D Mana: B Luck: C Noble Phantasm: C+
Class Skills:
Presence Concealment: C
-is the capacity to hide one's presence as a Servant. It is a common Class Skill of the Assassin class. Hides one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. The rank of Presence Concealment drops considerably when preparing to attack.
Personal Skills:
Enticement of Gold: C++
-The ability to lure and entice others into a trap or ambush, whilst making one's presence fail to register as hostile and be misunderstood as “harmless” in the process. It is a form of mental attack on the target when used, and in application allows the wielder to manipulate victims verbally to perform actions with (in this case) promises of treasures and wealth. Any physical impairments or “weaknesses” the wielder visibly has, such as crippled legs or the like, can increase the effectiveness of this skill.
Weyland the Smith, after his legs had been maimed, was most infamously able to use his skills to secretly lure in the sons of the king that had imprisoned him. He did this with sweet promises of treasure, and when these sons arrived secretly (as he had requested them to do) they were swiftly dispatched in a surprise attack. Whilst this feat alone isn’t normally a very high rank, though not useless, Weyland’s maimed legs and inability to walk strengthens the effects of this skill in application normally. Further, if Weyland’s true name is known to a given target the effectiveness of this skill rises due to his reputation as “a great hero who makes legendary treasures”. However, handing out one’s true name comes with its own repercussions as well...
Forge of Legend: EX
-The legendary smithing skills of Weyland, the “Supreme Smith of the Gods” himself whose skills wrought out many Noble Phantasms for the gods and mortal hands. His works are themselves naturally Noble Phantasms, in other words, which all became disseminated out to be wielded by others in their respective legends. From magic rings, to Beowulf’s armor, to multiple legendary swords like Gram and Balmung handed out by the gods or others, these skills are an inseparable part of Weyland that he is infamous for as a heroic spirit. However, due to not possessing his legendary forge as a Noble Phantasm outside of the Caster class, the speed of his work is distinctly inferior when he is summoned under the Assassin class container.
Divinity: D
-Weyland is of mixed birth, bearing elfish, jotun/sea-jotun, and even the blood of a minor sea spirit or possible mermaid (Wachilde) flowing within him. Only certain details seem clear among his legends, but one thing that is for sure is that he was part-human. This skill itself can be considered the summation of his ultimately strange and confusing bloodline.
Noble Phantasm(s):
Name: Uudistettu liha, “Transformed Meat, My Revenge Made Complete!!!”
Rank: C+
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: -
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Appearance: An exertion of Weyland’s inhuman and even magical smithing skills for the purpose of murder, used to transform the remains of King Niðhad’s sons (whom he slew in secret) into masterful and valuable, yet macabre, items he sent to the rest of hte royal family. Most infamous among the things he fashioned from them are the goblets he created from the skulls of the two sons. They were the flesh of his enemies themselves reshaped to his will and liking. This is the form this Noble Phantasm itself takes, being a crystallization of the deadly murderous act that was done in the shadows.
Effects: Weyland merely has to extend a hand towards the target, and speak the true name of this Noble Phantasm in order to use it. The target’s body is then forcibly crushed, distorted, and eventually reformed into a bloody skull goblet, this being a gruesome, painful, and ultimately very lethal process that is imposed upon the target on all levels (mental, physical, and otherwise) to entirely reshape them at their core. One can consider it a very frightening Noble Phantasm in that regard, as it is an action “entirely focused on reforging the target” into something else by attacking their very being in multiple ways and on multiple levels (mental, physical, and spiritual levels all being accounted for).
Normal humans and magi stand no chance against it, though servants are another case altogether. Any servant can actively exert themselves to resist the effects of this Noble Phantasm (albeit having to put active and properly serious focus into it), with individual skills like Battle Continuation or skills that preserve the state of the body or mind being additionally very useful in assisting one’s survival in part whilst resisting. However, even if a servant or other powerful creature manages to resist the full “goblet-ification” process and not outright die, there are still the multiple levels of damage to account for. This is because this Noble Phantasms’s multi-pronged attack even affects them as deeply as their Saint Graph in its application.
The weaker the target is as well, such as having taken damage to their bodies and their core, the naturally harder it becomes to resist this Noble Phantasm’s effects. Further, the modifier for this Noble Phantasm applies and boosts its power when used against those of “royal blood”: aka kings and princes and princesses and their ilk as this feat was originally targeted against during Weyland’s lifetime.
"Ahaha!!! That did the trick!" the Hylian Hero said, cheering aloud as he moved over next to Suzuka, hand on her shoulder and a goofy grin on his face for just a brief moment as he spoke to the female servant, "That power i used is called 'stasis', and it can be used on monsters and other living things as well! Ah...for less time in those cases admittedly, but its pretty fun when it comes down to it!"
The Hylian rushed over to the scattered parts and weapons and loot of the former enemies on the ground, using the Shiekah Slate to begin collecting up the jewels and necklaces and such treasures. These would add nicely to his collection of valuables, perhaps to sell here or back home, and some to keep to show Zelda once he returned home. And of course he was willing to hand out Suzuka her fair share if she wanted any of this. Though...in this case there was more than just treasure to take a look at.
Once Link finished collecting up the treasures, the Hylian would begin picking up and closely examining the weapons of the slain foes as well. His face would become more solemn than it usually was with his treasure collecting "habit" as he looked over the craftsmanship of the strange bows and of course the melee weapons that had survived the butchering of the skeletons intact. He'd had to scavenge from a world broken by calamity and rotted away by 100 years of time passing, after all, so this had become common habit to him since waking up again and heading out into the world.
Soon, Link would attach a pair of the lighter crossbow to each side of his hips, with the scavenged bolts for them kept in the Sheikah Slate for "automatic ammo loading" purposes...more of a convenience really, but still! Likewise, the Hylian looked for a good sword or axe or polearm, whichever seemed best quality and build among the current loot, to carry on his back for use as they forged ahead. A shield, if any, would perhaps be good as well for a temporary armament as well. Armor, though, hmm....he would have to look some of this over, piece together the best parts that could amount to a full set. He'd been agile enough in full Hylian Guard plate armor before, anywways.
"By the way, since we're doing this together I'd be happy to split the loot with you once we get back," the Hylian said to Suzuka in a normal and calmer tone as he turned to face her once more, albeit sounding fully genuine, as he tossed aside a piece of badly cleaved chest armor to the floor behind him.
Well, apparently his arrival had scared the other kingly one off! Haha! Though the other immediate reactions were less than enticing at first. The bird-like fighter seemed to just casually stop the battle, talking down upon him before turning to go away. Seeming to be a Saber at that, such conduct seemed so very...blargh! He'd been in duels before, his pride on the line against the best of the Trojans due to the gods' intervening, but how many a time had had been forced to defend against a terrible situation? As a heroic spirit, he felt it would have been pathetic to back off when facing with greater odds! It was a hero's role to face those insurmountable odds, and overcome them through their own strength!
"Should I suppose a dainty and wilted flower such as yourself, Saber, holds all but the most strict of duels as being beneath you as a heroic spirit? Is war a thing made by musicians and artist for your amusement, devoid of strife and surprises? It is pathetic, if such a thing is your definition of battle!"
Shielder let out a booming laugh that shook the air after he had spoken, as such reasons to leave a battle seemed so foolish! Even Hector himself had been a great warrior, knowing when to fight and now, and how to face the situations before him. Admittedly he'd been butchered by Achilles himself his actions, but such was the ways of war. They lived, they died, and they in the end fought for their pride and glory upon the field of battle! But this woman was no Achilles, nor a Hector. Her might physically was real, and she seemed to love the dance of combat, yet such an attitude of hubris about her battles would get her nowhere in his mind!
Oh, but that pressure from the other regal figure here! He too seemed angered at the interruption of that battle with Saber, and yet unlike the pansy of a warrior he acted! Indeed, he went on the attack! The weight of the large man's pressure was being exuded so hard against Shielder's own body and mind, and it made the warrior laugh aloud jovially as the other servant charged him with their great hammer in hand. It was not something to shrug off, but neither was it impossible to force himself through. Finally, someone who had the mind to battle here despite it all!
Aias as swiftly as possible held up his shield, already up in a battle-ready stance much like his spear after landing, to meet the blow as his body pushed itself into combat with a sort of zeal. In particular, the man shoved back a bit with his shield in a small burst of his strength as the foe's hammer came down upon it, seeking to make a defensive counter-blow in the process using his own mighty strength.
"Yes! Alright, this will just take a second!" the Hylian said, glad they had some room for a moment as Suzuka came back to where he was and placed her sword in the perfect position.
The Hylian quickly sheathed his sword and tossed his shield on his back once more, before pulling out the tablet-like device that was attached to his hip. A set of icons rapidly appeared on its screen, as if in anticipation, and without having to look Link quickly tapped one of the icons that looked like a yellow lock as he pointed the tablet-like device at Daitsuuren. In an instant, the sword seemed to stop where it was in mid-spin, as if it had been frozen in time. It seemed covered in a strange, tight yellow aura that began to glimmer and blink from the moment it appeared. Link's tablet seemed to make a countdown-like noise as well, as if...oh.
"Stay on this side, and hit your sword with everything you've got while facing the direction of the enemies! It won't hurt the weapon at all, that aura on it make sure of that, but once the timer on this effect wears off you'll be in for a treat!"
Link seemed equal parts serious and excited as he gave quick and clear instructions to Suzuka. If she but followed his words, and with the strength she seemed to have at that, then this was going to be a very fast cleanup operation indeed. Plus...well...this would also give them much more time for the looting after these guys were mopped up~
Personality: A hulking yet noble warrior, who has only ever been most drawn to the battlefield and glories that can be wrought upon it during his three lifetimes. He is one who does not mind the life of a traveling warrior, and his generally open disposition for whom he serves can be seen by just how many lords he joined with and fought for in the past. Indeed, he will fight for a lord no matter their land or disposition, and so long as he sees them as a noble and fitting ruler. For those lords whom he favors, and who treat him well, he will repay their character with great loyalty and all his might in return. Of course, one not need be a warlike ruler to gain his service and loyalty, though he does enjoy the company of those who are not afraid to head out into battle.
Yet his temper can also be quite fierce and vengeful when stoked, however, especially when he feels others are not performing their necessary duties (like properly avenging a slain parent). Likewise, when encounting behavior he sees as “ill-fitting” (such as ignoring one’s duty) he will not hold back his opinions on the matter verbally...and even physically in some more severe or extreme cases if he is ignored on the matter. At times his loyalty has been questionable under the circumstances, though with these decisions have come many regrets on his part that linger even now.
Stats: (passive effects of “Affections of the God” have been applied to the below)
Strength: A Endurance: A+ Agility: A Mana: C Luck: C Noble Phantasm: B
Class Skills:
Magic Resistance: B
-grants protection against magical effects. Differing from the Resistance effect that merely rejects Magical Energy, this ability cancels the spells altogether.
Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected. Starkad gains this rank mainly due to two factors. The first is the blessing of “invincibility” (not very well defined) that Odin gave him, and the second factor is his very...”mixed” heritage since his paternal grandparents are a jotun and an elf respectively (Starkad’s mother was human though).
Personal Skills:
Curse of Wealth and Wanting: A
-In life, Starkad received from Odin blessings to “[possess] the most excellent of weapons”, and have “an abundance of riches” in life without fail. Thor in turn cursed the man to “never possess his own land” and to “never feel he had enough land” in return. The end result was a life that was abundant with riches and the finest of weapons, but was utterly barren in terms of acquiring land (a form of wealth back then in and of itself) or even being able to do so. This still holds true for Starkad as a servant.
Battle Continuation: A
-is a Skill that allows for the continuation of combat after sustaining mortal wounds. It will also reduce mortality rate from injury. This Skill represents the ability to survive and/or the mentality of one who doesn't know when to give up, consisting of one's strength of vitality in predicaments. It is also one of the powers of a vampire. The best result is achieved when a resilient body is combined with this Skill.
A skill that arose from Starkad’s own feats, resilient body due to his jotun blood (from his grandfather), and two of the blessings/curses received from Odin and Thor respectively. Odin blessed Starkad to always have “victory in battle” and to “live three lifetimes” on one hand, granting him immense vitality and an advantage in battles, whereas Thor cursed him to “always receive dangerous wounds” in battle. Combined with Starkad’s already resilient and mighty body, the end result was Starkad gaining immense survivability and capability in battle no matter how badly he was hurt.
An example of Starkad’s stubborn survivability can be seen in one particular battle, when he was very old and being called “Starkad the Old” at the time. He managed to fully recover after a battle where he received: a large gash on his chest that naturally made his lungs hang out of his body, a large gash on his neck (a very fatal place to get gashed open that likely poured out blood), a blow so severe his jaw was cut such that his “chin fell” (and he held it in place by biting his own beard), six big wounds that themselves were “as close as anyone had been to killing him so far”, and finally lost a finger on his right hand. Through that entire battle he never slowed down either, killing enemies and the enemy champions left and right and simply ignoring his wounds and continuing on to fight.
He has also survived being cut up so bad his guts were hanging out, and lived on well after another battle where he had his skull outright cleft by the enemy and had a lung hanging out of his body.
Affection of the God: B
-is a Skill that denotes one being loved by a male god.
Starkad was a foster son of Odin himself, who blessed him with five great blessings and not only upheld these through the rest of Starkad’s life...but frankly under his mortal guise of “Grani Horsehair” he treated and cared for Starkad like a son throughout Starkad’s life. Other than Mana and Luck, all parameters are ranked-up.
Noble Phantasm(s):
Name: Gungnir Reflection, “The Sure-Striking Reed of Death”
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 5-40
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Appearance: Starkad possesses the same spear Odin gave him in life, which to all looks like a mere reed stalk whilst he is carrying it around and using it (even when in battle). In truth, however, it is much more than that. It is a spear made by Odin himself for Starkad, yet disguised to look like a reed stalk to throw off suspicions. Through its design, as crafted by Odin, and its use in Starkad’s life, it was transformed into a degraded version of Gungnir that bears a portion of the original’s power.
When this spear’s power is activated, however, all can perceive its true and glorious form for that duration of time. Then once finished, the spear returns to its normal “reed stalk” appearance once more.
Effects: A demonic spear possessing a passive but powerful sure-hit function when using it in general (ranged or melee), making it very hard to evade. Indeed, it will reach any target it is used against no matter the angle, position, or distance without fail. Further, it will automatically return to the hands of it wielder if it is ever lost, knocked out of their hands, or leaves their hands after being used as a thrown weapon (which it can be used as). This is also a natural ability of Gungnir passed down to this Noble Phantasm.
When its True Name is invoked, the spear swells with power and unleashes its true might when thrown. With the sure-hit function remaining in place, the spear will inevitably impact the chosen target without fail and explode in an anti-unit scale explosion. Due to the anecdotes of its use in Starkad’s legend the weapon will only ever be on an “Anti-Unit” power level. However, this attack and the explosion have the added bonus traits of dispersing existences related to magecraft and magical power - such as Servants and familiars, magical formulas, Phantasmal Species, Bloodsucking Species, etc (individuals who fail in their resistance checks are dispersed).
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Changes: (none)
In times long past, the god Odin “sacrificed” himself to learn the Runes by impaling himself with his own spear, Gungnir, and then hanging himself from Yggdrasil’s branches by a noose. This reenactment because a sacrificial ritual, one used to offer up human sacrifices to Odin himself. However, in the case of the heroic spirit Starkad this ritual became something much more.
In Starkad’s life, a mock reenactment of the sacrificial ritual was to be performed on his friend and liege: King Vikar. This was because King Vikar had been selected by Odin as a human sacrifice he desired, one which Odin desired such that he had becalmed the winds and stranded Vikar, Starkad, and the rest of the large army they were going home on some small islands for. This sacrifice was also, in part, the price that Starkad had to pay for the blessings and curses he had received from the gods the previous night.
However, the rest of Vikar’s men had not wanted to kill the king and thus felt a “mock” sacrifice would satiate Odin. Yet when the supposedly “mock” ritual was performed on King Vikar by Starkad, who was in on the god’s plans for Vikar, Odin’s power created a genuine “miracle” that transformed the mock sacrifice into a very real one. In that moment the spear of Starkad took on its true form/power as Odin had designed it, taking in a portion of Gungnir’s own power and “becoming” Gungnir though adopting its role and identity during this (now very real) human sacrifice. Due to the spear’s transformation, Starkad ended up slaying Vikar in one powerful blow from it.
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