Braelin
The Hand of Destruction
In a couple of sentences:
Braelin is a soldier in all but the title, for throughout his existence this world he has been drilled and subjected to the wills of others. He is a weapon, a tool, a cog in the machine. As such, following authority, the rules and laws imposed upon him are of the utmost importance lest he incurs punishment for not doing so. Despite hating the purpose of his creation, the young man's drive for all that he does is adamant, even more so with regards to what he truly holds dear. In public, he tends to stick to his own company, but it has been shown that if one confronts the boy openly and honestly, he will treat them with respect in kind. |
Physical Information
➘ Full Name: Braelin
➘ Aliases: Braelin, The Hand/Mage of Destruction
➘ Age (Lived Years): His body has been active for about 30 years. He's been kept in stasis for several decades throughout his life. His mind has the capacity of someone about 20.
➘ Physical Age: 20 standard years
➘ Gender: Male
➘ Race: Golem of a human analog
➘ Body Type: Slender with lean muscles for quick movement.
➘ Height: 5'9"
➘ Weight: 150 lbs
➘ Coordination: Braelin is well trained in how to control his body's motions. He has to be considering the destructive power he wields in his hands.
➘ Reflexes: His combat reflexes are in line with his experience and training, quite better than the average passerby.
➘ Physical Strength: Braelin's creator never had the intention of turning him into a brawler of any sort, an while he can use his mana to fuel other functions of his body besides his magic, it still only provides a brief boost.
Appearance
➘ Braelin stands slightly below average for male height, at five feet and eight inches tall. At a glance, no one would consider him a strapping image of a man, his build slim, and muscles toned. His body was built for agility and flexibility with brute approach force being a last resort option for the lad despite his artificially strengthened flesh. The length of his scraggly auburn locks varies depending on how strapped the youth is for money in his adventures. Deep emerald hues which should shine brightly with energy are instead a dull glint behind a lack of emotional depth and reaction. On his adventures, Braelin wears a green poncho of his own design, an intricate pattern in a white inlay in the fabric. Underneath, he'll wear simple tunics or shirts with either black or white with a pair of tan or dark brown khaki pants. The leather boots he tends to wear are often replaced; Braelin constantly wearing out the material on his treks.
Braelin's right arm possesses a series of matching, interconnecting runes in a dark blue coloration. When active, they will gleam with a brilliant radiance from the raw mana coursing through them. To keep them hidden white wrappings cover the majority of his forearm, with a leather glove to hide the focal point of the markings.
Personal Life/Personality
➘ Marital Status: Single
➘ Immediate Family: While not related by blood, he treats Cheswick as the only real family he's ever had. One day he wishes to find his Father, the one who created him.
➘ Allies: Cheswick Strider
➘ Enemies: Zeno and his compatriots
➘ Followers: N/A
➘ Friends: Cheswick
➘ Heroes: N/A
➘ Pets/Vassals/Slaves/etc: N/A
➘ General Alignment: Lawful Good
➘ Sociability: About as sociable as a turnip, though, if one manages to befriend the young man he opens up somewhat and allows one to glimpse at what lies buried deep within his protected emotional shell.
➘ Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
➘ Lures: New experiences, wherever Cheswick wanders off to, anywhere that feels safe, a warm place to sleep.
➘ Savvies: Hand to hand combat, he's getting better at cooking, understanding general golem design and physiology, eidetic memory, running.
➘ Ineptities: Talking to new people, holding a traditional job, being questioned, staying comfortable in any one place.
➘ Profession: Vagabond, doing odd jobs here and there.
➘ Education: Braelin has no formal education, being taught basic subjects from early on in his creation in private facilities.
➘ Hobbies: Very little, as most of his early to mid-years were spent training and going out on missions with little to no time spent on his own. To this day the lack of any real world skills and interests hampers him trying to blend in with everyone else.
➘ Religion: N/A
➘ Location of Birth: Earth
➘ Location of Death: N/A
➘ Superstitions: An incredibly gullible individual, one could probably convince Braelin of a great many things given enough conviction.
➘ Virtues: Diligence, Kindness, Humility
➘ Vices: Wrath
➘ Likes: Cheswick, sleeping, talking with friends, traveling, fruit juices, bonfires.
➘ Dislikes: Zeno and any of his associates, fighting, enclosed spaces, shadows and the darkness that comes with, magic in general.
➘ Affiliations: His Pack, The One Night Stand
➘ Addictions: N/A
➘ Handicaps: His body is fueled by a mana battery within him, if that energy were to be spent his body would cease functioning.
➘ Medical Conditions: N/A
➘ Full Name: Braelin
➘ Aliases: Braelin, The Hand/Mage of Destruction
➘ Age (Lived Years): His body has been active for about 30 years. He's been kept in stasis for several decades throughout his life. His mind has the capacity of someone about 20.
➘ Physical Age: 20 standard years
➘ Gender: Male
➘ Race: Golem of a human analog
➘ Body Type: Slender with lean muscles for quick movement.
➘ Height: 5'9"
➘ Weight: 150 lbs
➘ Coordination: Braelin is well trained in how to control his body's motions. He has to be considering the destructive power he wields in his hands.
➘ Reflexes: His combat reflexes are in line with his experience and training, quite better than the average passerby.
➘ Physical Strength: Braelin's creator never had the intention of turning him into a brawler of any sort, an while he can use his mana to fuel other functions of his body besides his magic, it still only provides a brief boost.
Appearance
➘ Braelin stands slightly below average for male height, at five feet and eight inches tall. At a glance, no one would consider him a strapping image of a man, his build slim, and muscles toned. His body was built for agility and flexibility with brute approach force being a last resort option for the lad despite his artificially strengthened flesh. The length of his scraggly auburn locks varies depending on how strapped the youth is for money in his adventures. Deep emerald hues which should shine brightly with energy are instead a dull glint behind a lack of emotional depth and reaction. On his adventures, Braelin wears a green poncho of his own design, an intricate pattern in a white inlay in the fabric. Underneath, he'll wear simple tunics or shirts with either black or white with a pair of tan or dark brown khaki pants. The leather boots he tends to wear are often replaced; Braelin constantly wearing out the material on his treks.
Braelin's right arm possesses a series of matching, interconnecting runes in a dark blue coloration. When active, they will gleam with a brilliant radiance from the raw mana coursing through them. To keep them hidden white wrappings cover the majority of his forearm, with a leather glove to hide the focal point of the markings.
Personal Life/Personality
➘ Marital Status: Single
➘ Immediate Family: While not related by blood, he treats Cheswick as the only real family he's ever had. One day he wishes to find his Father, the one who created him.
➘ Allies: Cheswick Strider
➘ Enemies: Zeno and his compatriots
➘ Followers: N/A
➘ Friends: Cheswick
➘ Heroes: N/A
➘ Pets/Vassals/Slaves/etc: N/A
➘ General Alignment: Lawful Good
➘ Sociability: About as sociable as a turnip, though, if one manages to befriend the young man he opens up somewhat and allows one to glimpse at what lies buried deep within his protected emotional shell.
➘ Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
➘ Lures: New experiences, wherever Cheswick wanders off to, anywhere that feels safe, a warm place to sleep.
➘ Savvies: Hand to hand combat, he's getting better at cooking, understanding general golem design and physiology, eidetic memory, running.
➘ Ineptities: Talking to new people, holding a traditional job, being questioned, staying comfortable in any one place.
➘ Profession: Vagabond, doing odd jobs here and there.
➘ Education: Braelin has no formal education, being taught basic subjects from early on in his creation in private facilities.
➘ Hobbies: Very little, as most of his early to mid-years were spent training and going out on missions with little to no time spent on his own. To this day the lack of any real world skills and interests hampers him trying to blend in with everyone else.
➘ Religion: N/A
➘ Location of Birth: Earth
➘ Location of Death: N/A
➘ Superstitions: An incredibly gullible individual, one could probably convince Braelin of a great many things given enough conviction.
➘ Virtues: Diligence, Kindness, Humility
➘ Vices: Wrath
➘ Likes: Cheswick, sleeping, talking with friends, traveling, fruit juices, bonfires.
➘ Dislikes: Zeno and any of his associates, fighting, enclosed spaces, shadows and the darkness that comes with, magic in general.
➘ Affiliations: His Pack, The One Night Stand
➘ Addictions: N/A
➘ Handicaps: His body is fueled by a mana battery within him, if that energy were to be spent his body would cease functioning.
➘ Medical Conditions: N/A
Abilities
➘ General Overview/Limits: Braelin runs off of a unique mana battery nestled deep within his being, basically acting as his heart. Impossible to fully deplete, it constantly pulls mana into its system and replicates it to fuel the golem it resides in. Of course, the process of generating mana is by no means rapid, and the storage unit itself is not meant for more than a day or so of continuous use. At the end of every day, Braelin imitates sleep as a means to allow is body time to recharge.
➘ General Overview/Limits: Braelin runs off of a unique mana battery nestled deep within his being, basically acting as his heart. Impossible to fully deplete, it constantly pulls mana into its system and replicates it to fuel the golem it resides in. Of course, the process of generating mana is by no means rapid, and the storage unit itself is not meant for more than a day or so of continuous use. At the end of every day, Braelin imitates sleep as a means to allow is body time to recharge.
- Matter Destruction: A test bed for magical innovation, Braelin's rune inscribed right arm allows for the use of one spell only, but it's an impressive one. Channeling the mana from his core into the runes, whatever he has his hand against upon activation will quickly be pulled apart at the atomic level. Depending on how fast this chain reaction of breaking down occurs, it can lead to some volatile results. The ability has no limitation other than how much mana Braelin sinks into it; for use on humanoids he could probably get out a dozen or so charges were he not to do anything else, but really, one hit is all you need to seal the deal. Naturally, if it doesn't connect, no power is expended. The faster the reaction of the ability, and the size of the object affected determines how much energy is used.
- Mana Allocation: Braelin can choose to use his mana reserves to power up his muscular abilities including his reflexes to match, this can give him a substantial jump in combat strength to land that final blow or get out of the way of something. It is usually used in quick bursts, as prolonged application would drain him in under ten minutes not taking into account his other methods of mana consumption.
- Mana Absorption: While his battery draws in small amounts of mana consistently to fuel its replicator, it can be put into overdrive to give him a substantial supply of mana to pull from. Braelin really only does this in times of true need, because prolonged use does wear at his eternal engine. In addition to pulling from his surroundings, as nearly everything in nature can supply mana, if going against a mage and he managed to lay his hands upon them Braelin could drain his opposition of their own mana pool.
- Golem Structure: Not so much an ability, so much as passive strengths coming from his creation. Braelin does not fatigue in the typical sense, he can wear his body in the same consistent manner up until his mana battery no longer has the power to run his form. As an artificial construct, his body is naturally hardened to give better protection from physical assault to a degree. Against attacks of magic, he is quite resistant. Things that would normally kill most humanoids, such as decapitation or other severe loss from the body will not permanently stop Braelin. Being a golem simply means all the parts can be stitched back together.
- Last Resort: Though he has no current knowledge of this ability, within the engineering of his mana battery lies the process to condense all of the stored mana and then set off a chain reaction using the battery to generate a devastating explosion, which goes without saying would obliterate Braelin. On a full charge, this move could easily level a large city, and even on near empty, take a chunk out of a house.
- CQC [Close Quarters Combat]: With Braelin's primary method of attack requiring him to physically connect with his opponent, he is well-trained in close quarters combat techniques, how to keep up with an enemy attempting to retreat, how to dodge, and use a foes strikes against themselves.
Weapons/Gear
➘ While trained in conventional weaponry including various firearms and blades, combat involved in these methods were not meant for his design. The power in his hand can rip a apart a sword, rifle, a tank, or the projectiles from the latter. Why would he use them when he has better? That and if he had to kill, he'd rather it be in a near instantaneous method such as his hand.
➘ While trained in conventional weaponry including various firearms and blades, combat involved in these methods were not meant for his design. The power in his hand can rip a apart a sword, rifle, a tank, or the projectiles from the latter. Why would he use them when he has better? That and if he had to kill, he'd rather it be in a near instantaneous method such as his hand.
A Little Snippet of Their Life:
In most circles, Golemancy a lost art as one can easily pump out a dime a dozen earth elemental, but the time and dedication to create sentient sentinels are scarcely achieved. Braelin wouldn't come to respect this truth until much later in his cycle, as his design is one of utter devotion to the craft and an intricate model of unparalleled technique. Despite the talent and aged experience placed into his creation, the youthful golem possessed but glimpses at his origin in between his brief moments of cognizance.
The first glimpse of the world that his dull emerald oculars happened to gaze upon were matching green hues hidden behind thick spectacles. A strange man with a head sprouting wild, stark white hair and a face littered with numerous creases, but his smile was perhaps the most memorable of features. Impossibly wide and bubbling with excitement that the redhead could only stare blankly at without any context for the emotion or any idea of the feeling itself. This man would become the closest idea of a father figure for the boy, who in his confusion spewed nothing but questions while he laid flat on a cold metal slab.
The innocent Braelin deserved better than he ever received.
Rather than provide the newly formed golem answers, Braelin was given a tepid pat on the head along with several phrases beyond his understanding which swiftly put him to slumber. When he next awoke, his surroundings had improved if only slightly. The elder scientist was present once more, but this encounter Braelin found himself sitting behind a simple table across from the other man. With a raise of his weathered digits to garner the boy's wandering attention, he began to speak in a cryptic manner that was in many ways fitting of the master's appearance. "My boy, through my blood, sweat, and tears, you are the pinnacle of my life's work." Then, a pause as if considering the fact that Braelin's mental comprehension might not have been capable of appreciating the depth of such a statement. "Within you lies the potential for unimaginable glory, but also the possibility to bring about absolute ruin to all you lay your hands upon." Braelin's blank expression did not give the slightest surprise to the elder man. If anything, he expected the lack of response and merely scratched at his scruffy beard while waving his hands about erratically as if to reset the mood.
"Braelin," the scientist murmured once as if testing the sound of the name itself before repeating it with renewed clarity. "Braelin, that is what you shall henceforth be known by. I've had you sitting idly about this dreary facility for longer than I'd wanted, but just have a touch of patience still. All will be clear when the moment is right." From there, the man garbed in white bolted upright out of his seat with a vigor that startled Braelin somewhat. There came nothing to fear, however, save for the sudden departure of his father from the sterile room leaving the boy with but his muddled thoughts and the violent thuds of heavy tumblers falling into place as the door tightly locked; then the lights flickered off one by one.
The promised respite from this shrouded cell never came. As with the majority of the scientist's 'works of art', Braelin had been forgotten about but kept secure from the hands of others. Similar to any other artificial construct, the golem required neither typical means of sustenance that humanoids lived on; all of his needs were supplied by the mana battery buried within the core of his being. The days that ticked on into years drove the childlike mind he had been born into a maddened state. Braelin lacked any purpose and had no outlet for the life he felt he should be living.
Piercing blue orbs were the next sight he could remember with frightening precision the visage of his new 'master'. A visage belonging to a beast that would occupy each crevice of the construct's existence and fill it with dread. In a way to spite the boy, Zeno informed him of how his creator had vacated the entire lab along with all of the projects he'd tinkered on. Dictated from a log kept by Braelin's white-topped maker, the man had indeed moved onto bigger and better prospects. If Braelin could take anything to heart, though, it would be that he was the greatest innovation crafted by those hands, at least for a brief period. Apparently, Braelin was to be a stepping stone for a grander design.
In Zeno's care, Braelin was to be trained and treated as a prototype weapon, his schematics scrutinized by his new monstrous owner who had laughed heartlessly at his plight. Braelin was delighted in a sense to be free from his birthplace but also terrified at the thought of his future within the care of his new master.
In most circles, Golemancy a lost art as one can easily pump out a dime a dozen earth elemental, but the time and dedication to create sentient sentinels are scarcely achieved. Braelin wouldn't come to respect this truth until much later in his cycle, as his design is one of utter devotion to the craft and an intricate model of unparalleled technique. Despite the talent and aged experience placed into his creation, the youthful golem possessed but glimpses at his origin in between his brief moments of cognizance.
The first glimpse of the world that his dull emerald oculars happened to gaze upon were matching green hues hidden behind thick spectacles. A strange man with a head sprouting wild, stark white hair and a face littered with numerous creases, but his smile was perhaps the most memorable of features. Impossibly wide and bubbling with excitement that the redhead could only stare blankly at without any context for the emotion or any idea of the feeling itself. This man would become the closest idea of a father figure for the boy, who in his confusion spewed nothing but questions while he laid flat on a cold metal slab.
The innocent Braelin deserved better than he ever received.
Rather than provide the newly formed golem answers, Braelin was given a tepid pat on the head along with several phrases beyond his understanding which swiftly put him to slumber. When he next awoke, his surroundings had improved if only slightly. The elder scientist was present once more, but this encounter Braelin found himself sitting behind a simple table across from the other man. With a raise of his weathered digits to garner the boy's wandering attention, he began to speak in a cryptic manner that was in many ways fitting of the master's appearance. "My boy, through my blood, sweat, and tears, you are the pinnacle of my life's work." Then, a pause as if considering the fact that Braelin's mental comprehension might not have been capable of appreciating the depth of such a statement. "Within you lies the potential for unimaginable glory, but also the possibility to bring about absolute ruin to all you lay your hands upon." Braelin's blank expression did not give the slightest surprise to the elder man. If anything, he expected the lack of response and merely scratched at his scruffy beard while waving his hands about erratically as if to reset the mood.
"Braelin," the scientist murmured once as if testing the sound of the name itself before repeating it with renewed clarity. "Braelin, that is what you shall henceforth be known by. I've had you sitting idly about this dreary facility for longer than I'd wanted, but just have a touch of patience still. All will be clear when the moment is right." From there, the man garbed in white bolted upright out of his seat with a vigor that startled Braelin somewhat. There came nothing to fear, however, save for the sudden departure of his father from the sterile room leaving the boy with but his muddled thoughts and the violent thuds of heavy tumblers falling into place as the door tightly locked; then the lights flickered off one by one.
The promised respite from this shrouded cell never came. As with the majority of the scientist's 'works of art', Braelin had been forgotten about but kept secure from the hands of others. Similar to any other artificial construct, the golem required neither typical means of sustenance that humanoids lived on; all of his needs were supplied by the mana battery buried within the core of his being. The days that ticked on into years drove the childlike mind he had been born into a maddened state. Braelin lacked any purpose and had no outlet for the life he felt he should be living.
Piercing blue orbs were the next sight he could remember with frightening precision the visage of his new 'master'. A visage belonging to a beast that would occupy each crevice of the construct's existence and fill it with dread. In a way to spite the boy, Zeno informed him of how his creator had vacated the entire lab along with all of the projects he'd tinkered on. Dictated from a log kept by Braelin's white-topped maker, the man had indeed moved onto bigger and better prospects. If Braelin could take anything to heart, though, it would be that he was the greatest innovation crafted by those hands, at least for a brief period. Apparently, Braelin was to be a stepping stone for a grander design.
In Zeno's care, Braelin was to be trained and treated as a prototype weapon, his schematics scrutinized by his new monstrous owner who had laughed heartlessly at his plight. Braelin was delighted in a sense to be free from his birthplace but also terrified at the thought of his future within the care of his new master.
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