Post by Vacuss on Dec 21, 2013 8:16:11 GMT -5
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Name:Vacuss
Alias:Eclipse Lunar; Vacuss.
Class:Melee assassin Solo
Race: Human
Age:Twenty-two
Occupation: Wandering Merc-GunSlinger
Residence: None
Alignment:Neutral Evil Leaning towards Chaotic.
Anatomy! IE what is wrong with his body.
A Glasgow Smile: At some point in his life this was forced on him. His teeth were coming in at awkward angles so in order to adjust them they sliced his lips open. This was possibly done near the age of Nineteen. As he physically was unable to heal from these wounds they have left a permanent gash. His facial muscles seem to have grown around this and he suffers no real problems Aside from drooling every now and then he shows no real trouble eating with manners or whistling. On a side note he does have problems sleeping as he tends to wake up his cheeks coated in spit from drooling. Sometimes suffers from night terrors; gonna touch on this later.
Cons
Antisocial
Lone wolf
Hard to get to know
Quick to mislead
Often times manipulative
Pros
A true friend once more.
Loyal to a fault
Sometimes a goof
Looks out for his buds, no matter the cost to himself.
Personality! The rainbows and junk:
Probably the first thing most people notice about him is that he is not terribly emotive. Whether talking, traveling, performing physical labor, or killing foes by the dozen, his expression is largely unchanging. This can give off a chilly and somewhat aloof impression. It also does a great job of masking the fact that his heart is filled to bursting with sheer, uncompromising sadness. He is a fire that burns cold, embers aglow until his next chance to do battle to quench those flames with blood..
He is set in the belief mankind will never look at situations rationally and will - always and inevitably - resort to violence to resolve conflicts. Most of the time he manages to keep this cynical part of his persona under wraps, but occasionally something so spectacularly idiotic happens that reveals his hatred of all things ignorant. He can burst into a fit of curses faster than the blink of an eye, and wields his hatred like a second language. Such outbursts are rare and seen by few, however, so most are unaware of his more temperamental side. It takes a lot to get a rise out of the guy; anything short of incredible disrespect for his friends and family or women will rarely earn such a rise out of him
Despite what impressions others might have, does hold great value for human life. He may no longer be the naïve child he once was, but he still prefers to see people alive rather than dead. Friends, wherever he may have them, are also quite dear to him. Aiding a companion still comes second to fighting, but is otherwise treated with much fervor. As something of a habit he will take great pains to help someone, and an individual with a legitimate task to be done can often expect his help. This can range from being a hired sword to even doing someone’s grocery shopping. No task is too inane to consider. Often requests some form of payment for services rendered, but depending on the situation he might let this slide.
It rarely comes up, but after a certain event three years ago He has a thing about people touching his ears. Once a full-on phobia, his years of acceptance have dulled the fear but actual contact still makes him uneasy. Do not touch his hair.
Abilities:
Passive; Destiny shot: After reloading his gun the Excess energy is charged into a single shot, not counting towards his six bullet limit. This shot has a small amount of concussive force behind it which may or may not stun an enemy or daze them.
Passive; Deep well: After years of use, his Mana supply is fairly large. Allowing him to act as a raw magical source.
Dead-Eye:
Using four bullets worth of his supply he fires a concentrated blast of energy. This blast explodes mid flight creating an explosive flare that blinds enemies caught unaware of it while dazing those used to his trick(?) Enemies caught in the flare take elemental damage of a random element. Those being Fire, Ice, Wind, Darkness, Holy. CD two reloads plus four shots
Myth:
Rolling to either the left side or backwards he comes out of the roll having concealed his actions for the moment allowing him to deal surprise damage to anyone caught unaware. Bonus damage if he happens to be wearing anything that might help to further conceal his actions. CD A reload
The Grey Skies:
Chanel ling for two seconds He gives up three of his six shots to deal a single bullets worth of double damage elemental damage. CD 3 posts + A reload.
Bang Bang Bang!:
Releasing a barrage of twelve shots. each dealing one forth damage of a single shot. Each shot deals half damage of elemental damage with a chance to stun per shot. Dependent on element there might be more status effects applied
(Side note. Shooting the bullets count as an Action point thus limiting to one shot per posts, somtimes two if the situation calls for it. It keeps from just spamming them all in one post.)
Equipment:
Travel Pack; Carries things. About the size of a duffel bag, with shoulder straps
A double holster at his side with a belt loop on the left side. Commonly seen holding a tworevolver with rune like designs -Not actual rune war runes just a design.- Appearing to be a back fed revolver; with no way to turn the barrel aside from clicking the trigger. The blade grind on the underside of either make hem awkward improvised close quarters weapons. Neither being over to1 foot in barrel length. -counting the full length of the gun- On either one there seems to be a name scratched into the metal with a small <3 following it on the right side one "Alice<3" On the left hand side "Mad March<3" On the reverse side in "10/6" in respective on the left hand side "Jabberwocky" This side lacking the <3 symbol
Gas mask black tinted lenses nothing special
Telescopic Baton, Also know as a collapsible Baton, worn in his left belt loop.
Snack items; crackers, cheese, dried meat, berries and the like. On the go food.
Items; One rock, formally dubbed the hammer rock. Said rock is used for multiple things.;Flinging it at women who might have interest in him, Breaking locks, crushing skulls, breaking bones, pounding out dried meat, breaking windows. This item is carried out of some base instinct that it is useful.
Candy; he is fond of it.
Medical supplies;
Thread/fishing line; Duel purpose item. For catching food, and stitching up those nasty cuts.
Hooks; I keep the clean ones in a separate pouch
Forty feet of thin black medical wrapping. Often worn as cushion under his clothes. Mostly used near his joints.
Chains; jingle jangle!
Scarf, Warm and cozy
Three sets of gloves, two separate boot sets. Five jean sets and replacement strings for his boots.
Also four gas mask filter replacements
Relationships: None
Description:
An enigma. Body cloaked from head to toe in ravenfeather plume in order to seem as little more than a blur of shadow to those who could catch it moving from the corner of their eye, further concealed by mask of cracked bone settled over face with accompanying ivory beak. Creature within could have been a bird as he portrayed itself, or perhaps what were something else entirely - by nose it was the rich soil and sweet grass, by ear it was the rustling of the wind, by day soaring amidst the treetops, by nightfall a part of the inky abyss that flooded the land
Biography:
[All of this is subject to change or my boredom/the lazy way things happen; the story breaks lore, and is required to be rewritten. Take your pick]
Will write sub history for things that I could not find time to fit in. Things have been explained somewhat there. in the section Sub History
Few people ever say I will die; even fewer ever say I am fine with this.
A story; how then shall it start?
Shall the tale be of a valiant knight: Or the child from which his loins spew forth?
Shimmer shammer. How do you feel? Look at the pretty colors!
Captio never wanted to spend his life in Zaun. He never wanted to be here for the rest of his life, surrounded by addicts to shimmer.
That is not to say he does not love his home, his family. Captio was born to a family of scientists, it seemed the life chosen for him. The life predetermined by history. that he would slave his life away over some unknown substance. Adding to the 'Grey' until finally he died a meaningless life.
No, out of his family he was one of the few to ever take up weapons. His parents assumed it was a simple phase, so they supplied him, first with toy items in his youth. When it carried into his teens they gave him more serious items in hope to shake him, when it passed through his final education they gave in. Over the years he proved a lover of animals, adopting into his room a Fennex fox, and a gloomy old Raven missing it's left wing.
He was never going to be part of the family thing, the black sheep that had taken to weapons, explosions.. -he liked explosions- and the way blood would paint the ground. He could have been a doctor. He had been urged to do so if the human body was his desire. He wanted to be free of the grey sky. He wanted to see the clear night sky every day, and night. So it was that he finally set off on his families legacy: invention, creation, progress.
He came to create his beloved, and one of a kind. -almost- Revolver; while mainly a gun, the bottom of the gun is sharpened to a blade. Fueled by the latent curiosity supplied by his family he came to test with magic. The gun itself was... complex requiring far more work than needed. The design while not perfect works. The Revolver being a back loader is easily reloaded by flipping a clasp and popping the muzzle forward exposing the single large Mana barrel. -Takes up an action slot to reload in posting- Design was far more his specialty by simply applying a bit of Bio-luminescent material he was able to simulate the look of Old runes. While they do nothing they are fancy looking- I imagine that is how destiny is Reloaded. Gotta find out about that someday.-
Opportunity came when a group of mercenaries came through seeking a replacement for their most recently deceased comrade. When push came to shove he proved he was every bit the worth they were seeking, he could touch metal with them and their former comrade put to shame; forgotten in the thrill of a better. There was only one last thing he had to do, wear the Shimmer for five days straight without removal.
Applied to his; face, ears, lower back and both arms. He was a myriad of colors, excitement and the thought of a clear blue sky; a life free from this toxic filth, the off run from labs that polluted the water. Even if filtered it always tasted foul. A simple life, maybe he would move to Piltover and live in a clear peaceful world. It was never the case, the shimmer was a toxic material, the run off of labs while normally safe. He posed a problem, it was not apparent when he left for the first year at seventeen.
By the year of Eighteen there was a clear problem. His ears had grown in length, and most of his teeth had fallen out, replaced by almost canine looking teeth. Ears that reached nearly the length of his head. A tail that whipped around behind him in a painful state. By the age of Nineteen his traveling group regarded him as more of a freak than a comrade. By the time he returned home at twenty one whatever changes that could have been made to salvage his body were long past.
He currently seeks another traveling group, his normal attire a cowl to hide his head and ears, a gas mask to hide his face. The various scars that litter his body proof of his ability to survive. He aims to push towards a better standard of living for the people of Zuan. That others don't suffer from the careless waste of others, and that the waters be cleaned up. The people of Zuan are capable of so much, and they only do so little. His goal in life to make sure that this land, and his home is protected from themselves
Come now Captio, why don't you ever smile for me. Don't you love Mummy anymore?
To which he always replies.
"If you've ever been to the beach, you've seen things washed away at sea only to be pushed back upon land once more. Once you treat life the same way, things become much simpler. Let the waves control you, and you will come out safe, yet changed, in the end. I will always love you, but I will not always show it the same way Mother."
Tad bits I had no time for and added in chunks.
Captio has been trained to do things
Fun and Games.
Captio has a clear understanding of anatomy. He understands the places to poke and prod. In a sense he knows how to torture a person. Does he understand much of this? No, if he was to be left alone with a person it would be more of a game to him than anything else.
Weapons training. Captio has an advance understanding of Guns, Tonfa and short daggers. He has moderate understanding of swords. He is ambidextrous. Weapons he cannot use are as follows. Dirks, great-swords, claymores, crossbows, and shields. While he understands the mechanics behind their uses he is unable to use them to any degree. They just don't click with him.
Captio has little to no understanding of magic as a practice, he discovered how to use the Mana well chamber after hours of fiddling. A real mage would win a duel hands down. This being said he does have magical potential because of his reserves, and the fact he is able to use his Mana in such a way.
Captio can read, and write. Mostly in short hand, or symbolic code. He can write long hand but prefers Symbol
Captio is capable of Search and Rescue and stealth, beyond that he is not a brute force fighter
