Ah, a big eater. Everyone loves a good glutton. At least there shouldn't be any shortage of food laying around.
Might wanna lay off too many humans, though. Human brains can cause Parkinson's.
EDIT: You know, gives me an idea. It'd be a really cool (read: creepy) idea if like, this character collected all the brains in jars of their particularly heinous victims, and kept them around as sorta still semi-living trophies as some sorta eternal punishment. They're trapped somewhere between life and death, devoid of senses yet not allowed to die. Insert dark comedy quips about "pickling" as you please.
Oh yes, every Overlord needs a henchman who can clean up the leftovers, guts and entrails don't nearly make as fine decorations as skulls and bones after all.
As for your idea, sure~ if a particular upstart hero was worthy (or frustrating or both) enough to deal with, she can decide to extract their brains and keep it as a trophy, a young lady needs her toys after all. >:)
@Yam I Am Oho~ this doth look dope! I'm pitching my interest.
I think I have a fitting OC for this, she's some kind of flesh slime eldritch abomination thing with a humanoid facade (Think of: Carrion (Video Game) and Saya no Uta (Visual Novel)), whose greatest joy in life is to consume more biomass.
Wir haben Tests mit Modellen durchgeführt, die nach Ihren Spezifikationen aktualisiert wurden. Spürbare Verbesserungen bei 'A', 'TR' und 'FE'.
Wir freuen uns, wenn 'Icarus' höher steigt, aber wir sind weit von Perfektion entfernt. Viele Verbesserungen sind noch möglich.
Königsmähne über alles.
Mit Grüßen, Karloman Königsmähne
A pair of emerald green eyes blinked once after they were done reading the telegram, followed by dainty yet deft fingers performing a simple formulization on the parchment, muddling the written surface into something completely unrecognizable, the letter looked no more different than any other piece of paper now. The Polymath responsible for it then neatly folded the letter as she stored it in her backpack, her floating metal backpack, a curious construction of iron, its steel blue surface gleaming under the light of her cabin aboard Queen Titania. Speaking of the luxury airliner, she deduced that it'd soon be arriving at Bermuda Academy's port... but there was still enough time to write a reply.
--Arrival--
Lucretia of House Konigsmahne disembarked from the airship, neatly in formation of a tour group as with thousands of other students. With her 'backpack' floating close to her, she let her eyes roam the gargantuan marvel of engineering that was the artificial island of Bermuda. The sheer craftsmanship was impeccable, both functional and aesthetically pleasing, truly the pinnacle of just what Technologism could achieve, yet another proof that it was the one true path to Enlightenment. As skilled as a Dynamist is at bending the elements or as strong as an Egoist can be, these two disciplines would eventually lead to stagnancy, machines could perform everything the former could without tiring, and the latter was an evolutionary dead-end as they mutated themselves into sterile abominations.
Like a proper freshman of the most prestigious academy in the world, Lucy followed her group's assigned guide without fuss, her extraordinary mind taking careful notes of all the important details she gathered during the welcome tour. The academic center, leisure district, dorms, and points of access. For her own personal accommodations, she'd very much prefer if she could get her private own room, but if such a boon wasn't possible, then she'd have to make do, here's hoping that whatever roommate - if any - she'd get would be the amicable sort. Few could stress her out more than a rambunctious nosy brat who had zero sense personal space.
A strange curfew... hmmm... interesting, behind every policy was a reason, but the ones given to the students were paper-thin attempts at deflecting their inquiries. Heavy fog? Every single night? Only a simpleton would be satisfied by such an 'answer'. Definitely a matter she should look into sooner than later, even if only to guarantee her own safety.
--The Weaver of Memories--
When the luminous orange sphere was finally resting for the day, Lucretia arrived at the tour's final destination, the so-called 'Hall of Greats'... and upon first glance, she could see why it deserved the title.
Ah, indeed, this magnificent chamber reminded her of home, where her House would hold a grand feast to honor esteemed guests, such as Kaiser Heinrich himself and the imperial entourage. All manner of gourmet food and drinks served on pristine ornate tables, professional staff ever at the ready to serve. This was enough to sway even the stoic heiress to try out a few light delicacies herself, especially those she hadn't tried before. Turkish Delights... gelatinous sweets from the Ottoman Empire, how curious, delicious too. Hmmm~ "Ah..." But she's here for a purpose, get a hold of yourself, Lucretia. Her pale cheeks rosened slightly at this moment of weakness.
Sighing, she took out a picture from her pocket, the colored sketch of a certain Austrian youth with hair of dark wood, and emerald irises just like hers. There were notes written at the back, but most prominent were two words settled right next to each other, Franz Steiner... She reinforced her knowledge of his features before putting the sketch away for safekeeping.
Thus, Lucy's search through the Great Hall began, and while it might have been a difficult task for the average person, it was rather elementary for a technologist savant with outstanding attention to detail like herself. Soon enough, she spotted her quarry, a brunette teen a few years older than herself with mirroring eye color.
She made no hesitation to beeline her way toward him.
"Guten Abend, Herr Steiner," She greeted him, trying to grab his attention. If she was successful, Franz would see a white-haired young girl standing a whole feet and a half shorter than him. Due to the fame of House Konigsmahne, and her being the child prodigy of said noble house, perhaps he could recognize her, perhaps not, regardless, she would proceed to offer him her right hand, "I am Lucretia von Konigsmahne, a pleasure to meet you." While the lingua franca of the Academy was Latin, she spoke in German due to the close heritage of their respective nations, "Would you honor me with a moment of your time?"
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Full Name - Liese Victoire Brendorn Age - 16 Gender Identity - Male Physical Sex - Female Heritage - Eldest Daughter of Marquis Childebert Ercwulf Brendorn, Lord Councilor Magical Affinity - Absolute (Fire, Wind, Water, Earth)
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
I Am NOT A Woman! More than just disguising himself as a man to enroll in the knight academy, Liese well and truly believes that he's a man, every part of his soul tells him that he's a man and should have been born as a man. If someone tells him that a curse had been placed upon him so that he was born with the wrong body, then he'll believe it. He feels like a once-disembodied spirit that possessed a woman's body, this unpleasant feeling that he's merely a parasite controlling its host. Related, he finds himself attracted to girls, he even had a couple childhood crushes over the years, although he never acted on his feelings for obvious reasons. Respecting and treating Liese like a man is a sure way to get into his good graces. Logically, should he encounter anyone who identifies themselves differently than the body they were born in, Liese will absolutely have no prejudice against those individuals, for he's one of them.
The Ends Justify The Means Liese has always been an ambitious person, driven and self-assured to what he wants in life, and not above pushing himself to achieve them. Thus, the loss of his inheritance due to circumstances outside of his control stoked the flames even further. At this point, Liese is deadset on reclaiming what's his and he'll stop at nothing to realize it. Though his sense of honorable chivalry prevents him from committing heinous acts, he's not above eliminating his rivals and crushing his competition if they get in his way. He has experienced enough iniquitous bias for years and his patience has just been spent.
Surely it'll all be worth it in the end...
Alexander's "Successor" It's no secret that Liese has a high opinion of himself. Why shouldn't he? He's of noble blood, he's talented in knightly skills, and he's an Absolute; it's obvious that he's destined for something great, something a lot more than just being a trophy wife, and only deluded fools can't see that. Liese subscribes to the idea that the injustice against him is purely due to his body, and this perception strengthens his self-imposed prophecy even further. These trials and tribulations set against him are challenges given by the gods so he may prove himself worthy of their gifts, and no one - no one - will stop him from his divine birthright. As a result, Liese despises conservatives set in their poorly obsolete mindset and lazy people who give up at the first signs of hardships; those spoiled noble sons who needed not to raise even a finger to have everything handed to them on a silver platter, decadent fools undeserving of their wealth and privilege.
One day, she'll usher a new era where no man or woman will have their lives allotted simply due to the nature of their corporeal existence, and these so-called "nobles" will be purged so only the worthy of their title may keep it.
S K I L L S E T
Born A Knight One may refuse Liese to be the primary heir over his brothers, but no one can deny the sheer precocious talent that the young girl showed ever since an early age. It has been proven time and time again that with hard work and the correct tutelage, anyone can achieve greatness, but it's also true that the speed of progress differs from person to person. The best of both worlds entail the combination of natural talent and practical diligence, enabling the student to accelerate their skills ahead of their peers, Liese is one such student. Swordsmanship, archery, and horseriding, the blonde noble displays aptitude in all the skills necessary to be a formidable crusader. If there's one thing holding him back is that despite all of his training, he slightly lacks in pure physical strength compared to a boy of similar age and training experience, simply due to biology; he's aware of this, and he hates it.
Personally, he prefers to wield a one-handed arming sword to free one hand for casting spells, although he can use bows just fine.
The Avatar What he lacks in brute force, he more than makes up for it by possessing equal skill in wielding all four Major Elements: Fire, Wind, Water, and Earth. Dubbed an "Absolute", Liese makes full use of the practical and societal implication of this rare trait, the former by being able to mix and match spells that fit his style the most and the latter as a basis to claim that he's Alexander's successor. Still, unlike pure spellcasters who dedicate their lives into learning magic and magic alone, Liese's repertoire is limited to incantations that best suit his purposes to be a knight, and that entails combat-focused spells. Wreathing his blade in flames, conjuring a barrier of wind to deflect projectiles, snapping foes with whips of water, and launching boulders from the earth are some of his abilities, additionally, he possesses incantations that combines those aforementioned elements as well, although they all adhere to his focus of combat-applicable magic.
There are virtually endless incantations available to learn and there simply won't be enough time to practice them all, especially not when his first and foremost goal is to be a knight, not a mage.
Inspiring Presence Confident, proactive, skillful, and brave, these are traits that are seen as the hallmarks of a good leader, someone the masses can rely upon. Although not everyone may like Liese on a personal basis, most are able to see him being an inspiring figure to the troops in the battlefield, unflinching and self-assured even in the face of great adversity. In the thick of combat, sometimes there's simply no chance to carefully mull over which decision is the best, sometimes the best thing a commander can do is to pick a path and stick with it, a suboptimal choice is still better than the best one made in uncertainty. The worst thing an army can have is a hesitant leader after all.
As knights often end up leading their own troops, whether a small squad or a whole legion, leadership is never a skill worth passing over.
Physical Description
In another place, in another world, had circumstances been different, Liese would've chosen to be born as a boy and not this freak of a body that couldn't seem to decide which side of the gender spectrum it should grow into. Strictly going by what's between his legs alone, Liese is undoubtedly a girl, possessing all the necessary parts to determine that he’s indeed female, the other half of humanity capable of producing heirs. Yet, the high noble never sees himself as a woman and one only needs to focus elsewhere to see where he's coming from.
Standing at 163cm (5'4"), a sharp jawline and firm cheekbones, brows sculpted to enable a natural stern gaze, golden locks framing stoic sapphires, only the blind will not see that he's handsome. Far too many maidens have been charmed by his visage alone, a perfect fit for the role of a knight in shining armor, a fearless crusader that would vanquish the Dark Lord to free the captive princess. Said imagination isn't for show either as Liese does possess the athletic build necessary to properly use a knight's full suit, strong limbs and toned abs coupled with a lack of endowment mean there's no need for bindings or a custom-fitted chest plate. His hips are a bit wider than he'd like, but just like what's between them, it's something that he can't change with training alone, but fortunately, all but the most form-fitting of garments mask it quite well.
Burning with ambition to take back what he thinks has been stolen for him due to this preposterous notion of societal expectations based on his body alone, Liese carries himself like a Marquis' First Son and heir, and he makes sure everyone knows of his status and the prestige such a position deserves. In all occasions, whether formal, informal, or something in between, Liese wears clothes usually reserved for noblemen, one will never find him clad in a dress. Fortunately - or unfortunately depending on one's perspective - he genuinely wears them well, even more so than some other noble boys.
Character Conceptualization
The only child from the union of Marquis Childebert Ercwulf Brendorn, one of the four Lord Councilors, and Lady Hilda Engelberga Brendorn, the latter who tragically passed away during childbirth; their bond was so strong that the Marquis fell into grief for years upon years, refusing to touch another woman for his heart still belonged to his departed wife, leaving their only daughter, Liese, to grow up without the love of a mother and a grieving father.
Yet, perhaps precisely due to this, or perhaps because of fate, or a combination of the two, Liese grew up to be a self-reliant child; a confident, precocious infant, he wasn't like most young girls, preferring to take up activities usually reserved for boys such as fencing, archery, horseriding, and athletics in general, going as far as to shun corsets and dresses as those clothes restricted his movements too much. His penchant for utterly upending societal norms and traditions raised concerns from the more conservative members of the noble household, but given that he was the Marquis' sole offspring - and thus the primary heir by default - no one dared to do anything outside of inconsequential gossiping.
The ambition to be something more than just a lady-in-waiting to be married off to some nobleman and bear his children raged strong within him, he refused to be locked into a select path, and his magical talents seemed to reflect this as Liese is one of the rare individuals in the world capable of wielding all four major elements with equal proficiency, an Absolute. Between his myriad of talents, sanguine personality, and gift of Absolutism, rumor began to spread that he's the "Successor of Alexander", but... Alexander was a man and he was not, so it couldn't be him, right?
For the first decade of his life, Liese was the only child of her father and late mother, meaning he was the sole heir to the House of Brendorn, and honestly, that was how he prefers it. Twas' until Marquis Brendorn moved on from his grief and decided to marry another woman, a beautiful young lady of noble birth, one who possessed the gift of fertility as she gave him children after children, most of them sons. It was a blessing for the House, a boon for all... except for Liese. For the moment he realized that the agnatic primogeniture preference meant that her little brothers supplanted her position as the primary heir, and secondary, and tertiary; with each new son birthed from his stepmother's womb, he fell further and further into irrelevancy...
...and all for the singular reason that he wasn't born a boy.
Liese decided that enough was enough, he began plotting, scheming, devoting all of his efforts into the ultimate goal of becoming the one and true heir of House Brendorn. He went all-in, he had never liked being treated as a woman, but now, the event pushed him to completely shun that part of him. He was a man, First Son of Marquis Brendorn and the one true heir of House Brendorn, damn what everyone else says. After weighing his options, he decided that joining the Academy of Sentinel Knights was his best bet of realizing his destiny.
Once he becomes a full-fledged knight and distinguishes himself as the Champion of Grayle, as the Successor of Alexander, then no one can refuse him to take back what had been stolen from him. He would achieve this or die trying.
Other Information
❖ Color Code: fb3a81 ❖ Theme: Battlefield of Steel ❖ OOC Trivia: By some cosmic coincidence during character conception, Liese and Julian shares nearly identical physical appearance so their resemblance is an OOC coincidence, which can pose an interesting IC situation, just like people who resemble certain celebrities simply due to coincidences in the genetic lottery.
After her report, Valkyrie received a reply from her superior and fellow agent, she had expected Veronica to have some reservations against this slight deviation from the plan, but fortunately Jacqueline backed up her up. There was no time to explain everything, but she believed that the good doctor was familiar with the notion that even the best laid-out plans wouldn't survive first contact with the enemy. The flexibility to adapt to on-field conditions was an important skill to have for any field operatives worth their salt. "Understood. Valkyrie, out."
Wukong would be joining, huh? Wonderful, she would appreciate any help she could get, she had this feeling at the back of her mind that she might have bitten more than that she could chew, but there's no place for hesitation on the battlefield.
Focusing her sights on the Commissoner's Office's window from her vantage point, she could see that it had seen better days, certainly thanks to Leroux's seismic show. There was a safe though, could it be that it contain whatever these mobsters are looking for? "...?!" Nevertheless, she didn't have much time to ponder as it became painfully clear that King Cobra and his rhumba were already expecting her. "Tch!" The brunette esper immediately took cover under the window as no less than nine goons began firing at her, two of them heavily-armored and wielding military-grade weapons.
"Nnnngh!!" She gritted her teeth as hails upon hails of bullets of all manner of calibers were being shot at her direction, causing a cacophony of those distinctive thunks of ballistic projectiles striking against concrete. "Valkyrie reporting! The tangos have military arsenal! Will attempt to neutralize them! Over!" Just as she was done shouting at the intercom, a peculiar 'bullet', fatter and rounder than the rest, flew into the window and bounced a few times against the hallway floor... before it spewed copious amount of thick white gas.
Fucking lachrymator grenade?! Alright, think fast, Sil, think fast, you either stay here and be suffocated while bawling your eyes out or move and risk getting shot, neither of those sounded good, but such was the reality. Regardless, she wasn't going to be bullied without a fight, but before she made her decision, there was one thing she must do first.
"Fuh..." Holding her breath, her arms surged with orange sparks as they traveled from her limbs into her rifle, causing Teslic Gauss' coils to begin glowing with supernatural power. Her brows frowned deeply as she quickly rose from cover, aimed at the Armored LMG Mobster, then pulled the trigger...
BOOM!!
A literal bolt of orange lightning launched from the coils, reaching the speed of thousands of miles per second in an instant. A destructive piercing melody cast through the beam note. It was aimed dead center at LMG Mobster's forehead, aiming to pierce through his helmet, cranium, and splatter his brain all over the office. If the Allfather's willing, it should continue traveling to hit whoever was behind the main target, grievously wounding if not outright neutralizing them.
Wasting no time to examine the results of her melody, Valkyrie immediately bolted away from her position while covering her nose and mouth with one hand, trying her best to maneuver through the veritable storm of bullets!
"Wukong! Do something about that grenadier!"
20 | Female | G.E.M.I.N.I. | The Faceless Teslic Gauss | Long Gun | Physical | Nibelung Valesti Northern Sentinel | Government Agent Electromagnetism | Lightning | Static Shock [Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)], Damage (2), Damage X (6), Push (2), Pull (2), Piercing (2), Bend (0)
DAMAGE: B | SPEED: E | SENTINEL: C | Max Mana: 500
[Bronze Beam] [Damage X] [Piercing] = -112 Mana
PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: E | CHAOS: D | Current Mana: 324
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13 y/o | Female | 142cm (4'8") | 35kg (77lbs) The Iron Sentinel Empire, Germany | Technologism | Ferromancy
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Schwarzritter Close-up
Born to House Konigsmahne, one of Germany's most prominent noble families, Lucretia was the youngest of five siblings. It was clear even from the first few years of her life that the white-haired girl was gifted, one of the very few individuals blessed with exceptional intellect, a savant, a genius among geniuses. Not only that, her family had the connections and resources to foster Lucy's talents as soon as possible. The young girl was taught with the best private tutors money could buy and combined with her extraordinary intelligence, it catapulted her development in the academics. Naturally, aside from general knowledge, her studies were focused on learning Technologism, the House's primary major in the art of Formulization. For Lucretia in particular, she had a particularly strong affinity with the element of ferrum, iron.
Of course, all of these boons didn't come without a price. As it was common with savants, Lucretia had developmental disorders in the social aspect of things, she didn't get along well with her peers, not that she was a bully or anything, but other children were often put off by how quiet and insensitive she was. She preferred to wrap herself in her own bubble, intensely focusing on her current project, often days on end, stopping only to eat, sleep, and do hygiene stuff. She couldn't read the atmosphere and often came off as brutally honest, speaking pragmatically without heeding the emotions of others. Still, she wasn't an actively malicious person, but humans are social creatures and being able to relate with others is just as - if not more - important as academic prowess. Over the years, she got better... somewhat, through experience and trial and error, she had developed certain 'social protocols' in her head to compensate where she lacked. Regardless, she still preferred to deal with machines instead of people whenever possible.
As mentioned before, the noble house she belonged to was quite prestigious, their ancestors were engineers and inventors, Technologist Polymaths, one of the forefront actors that brought about the Scientific Revolution of the Occident. The name "Konigsmahne" could be found in documents detailing the discovery of the steam core, peizogravitas, dreadnought designs, mechanized weapons (panzermensch), and other technological marvels. They too were one of the parties that supported the Enlightenment edict that led to the short-lived Age of Exploration...
Then the Futile War came, and it marked the end of House Konigsmahne's golden age. In a loyalty-fueled attempt to support the Occident's war efforts, the house poured massive amount of resources to fight back against the 'savages'. How could they resist Enlightenment in favor of their primitive beliefs? Preposterous, unthinkable, Technologism is the way to the future, not some voodoo nonsense. Alas, in the end, nothing was gained as the war ended in a stalemate, but for the house, it might as well be a crushing defeat. While their finances had recovered over the decades after the war, the stain on their pride was still fresh to this day.
Since then, the house never stopped searching for a way to finish what the Occident started, prove to the world that Technologism is the only true path to Enlightenment. To that end, they made alliances with parties that shared their views, one of them being Pax Occidenta, an enigmatic group that operated in the shadows, claiming to be the heralds that'd manifest the destiny of the Occident. The deal was to hand over one of the house's brightest to them, to be their scion, so that with their combined might, they'd bring about Manifest Destiny. This chosen scion was none other than Lucretia.
Her first mission? Enroll into the Academic City of Bermuda and await further instructions...
Lucretia's Specialization within the Formulization Major of Technologism. While she's able to manipulate the properties of most solid matter like all technologists, she's particularly adept at the element of iron and combined with her gifted intellect, this truly led to extraordinary craftsmanship, especially for someone so young. She had constructed numerous devices over the decade, but none surpassed her masterpiece, Schwarzritter.
Schwarzritter takes the form of a curious T-shaped remote-controlled floating drone that's capable of a number of things. It can be used as a personal transport, portable storage, mobile cover, and weapons platform. Its strength and endurance are the equivalent of an iron golem, its central body had slots to store items in, and its two 'arms' contain an automatic assault turret each. It's installed with a Peizogravitas formula to enable buoyancy using electricity gathered from the global electric wireless structure a.k.a the Telesma Network. In the absence of access to said network, it possesses a backup Steam Core generator, enabling it to function at a reduced performance.
When not in use, it can fold itself into an inert backpack-shaped object, surprisingly lightweight, making it convenient to carry around.
Furthermore, although it’s definitely not a living creature, Lucretia considers the drone to be her closest friend, she often talks and refers to it as if it has a mind of its own, like a young girl playing with her doll... except that it's made of metal, and many times her size, and capable of deadly force.
@IzurichBatteries are a thing, but they’re fairly clunky and pointless. Easier to get a Steam Core and have it generate electricity through SCIENCE rather than store a shit ton of heavy batteries with limited lifespan.
Oooooh, okay~ I'll add a "backup steam core generator" to Schwarzritter then, enabling it to function at a reduced performance in the absence of the telesma network.
@SilverPaw The limits of electricity is basically vaguely being within civilization. You’ll want the Steam Core if you plan on adventuring into the deep sea, but if you’re just swimming in a touristy beach, you’ll have electricity there.
This jolts my brain to a pretty good point to confirm. Are batteries a thing?
If yes, Lucy may want to put a few in Schwarzritter to enable it to function without the Telesma network for a limited time. It'll automatically recharge whenever the electro-wireless connection is established.
If no, well, no network, no metal doll to play with, which would result in a sad Lucy. :'(
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...[s]kill me.[/s]
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