Vailas Steelhand
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67 
Age: Somewhere between his mid 30s and mid 40s
Appearance: At first glance, not much about him would stand out to most people. Average height, average weight and build, black hair with a growing goatee, brown eyes, tan colored skin, generally nothing much to draw attention to his own physical form, except for the striking silver and bronze of his left hand, make completely of metal, with blue energy flowing throughout lines in the construction. His clothing is mostly fairly simple as well, with brown pants and a long leather overcoat, under which he wears a gray top. However, on his chest he also wears a brooch made of the same materials as his hand, a large blue gem set in the center.
Equipment: -An assortment of tools for building his magic-powered automatons, known as Magikróm
-5 Variation 1 Magikróm, which are shaped like spheres with a 1.5 foot diameter and eight extendable limbs, with no weaponry. Used only for sorting, transport, and limited help around a house or lab setting. Only two are operational. The other three are functionally scrap metal
-3 Variation 2 Magikróm, of which none are operational. Originally, they were defensive machines with limited movement, having two wheels on their lower half, one spear/horn like appendage, and two magic-energy firing devices on pivots.
-a simple knife.
Skills and Abilities: While he's unable to harness it himself in any meaningful way(except creating his Magikróm), Vailas is highly knowledgeable in the properties and abilities of magic energy and most things tangentially related to it. He is skilled at basic robotics and more or less knows how to work metal into the shapes he needs. Other than that, his only true skill comes from being a well-read individual.
Biography: Hailing from the relatively barren land of Sezæria, survival was often a struggle for Vailas. As such, he had to find a way to make himself useful quick. Having some magical aptitude, as well as quite the intellect, he took to learning the ways of magic. However, he could never learn enough to cast the more complex spells. To get around this, he learned how to impart his magic into robotic entities, to power them. While some thought of this as being genius, many also feared him for it, and one attempted to be rid of him in his sleep. He got away, but he lost his hand in the process, eventually replacing it with the same sort of magical technology he used in his machines. He soon became much more reclusive, after that happened, and rumors around the town said he turned to less morally sound ways of practicing his craft, though it was never specified how bad it got. Near the time of the flood, he had found his way to the shore where he acquired a decent sized vessel, manning it with himself and a number of his machinations, many of which did not survive the voyage once the waters hit.
Registered: Apr 24, 2021 23:04:49 GMT -5
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Post by Vailas Steelhand on Jul 25, 2021 21:23:53 GMT -5
Outside of the Ironwolf settlement, near where the plains meet the forest, sits a building made out of half of an overturned boat hull, originally made to hold a crew of around twenty people. While inside is quite plain as of the moment, the owner of the building is planning to dig out the ground underneath, using the rest of the ship not used in the walls to build supports, as to make his home larger. Out in front is a firepit, while inside is a simple makeshift sleeping area and various small, strange devices made of copper and steel, used for the research of magical phenomena. Welcome to Vailas’ Outpost. |
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Vailas Steelhand
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: Somewhere between his mid 30s and mid 40s
Appearance: At first glance, not much about him would stand out to most people. Average height, average weight and build, black hair with a growing goatee, brown eyes, tan colored skin, generally nothing much to draw attention to his own physical form, except for the striking silver and bronze of his left hand, make completely of metal, with blue energy flowing throughout lines in the construction. His clothing is mostly fairly simple as well, with brown pants and a long leather overcoat, under which he wears a gray top. However, on his chest he also wears a brooch made of the same materials as his hand, a large blue gem set in the center.
Equipment: -An assortment of tools for building his magic-powered automatons, known as Magikróm
-5 Variation 1 Magikróm, which are shaped like spheres with a 1.5 foot diameter and eight extendable limbs, with no weaponry. Used only for sorting, transport, and limited help around a house or lab setting. Only two are operational. The other three are functionally scrap metal
-3 Variation 2 Magikróm, of which none are operational. Originally, they were defensive machines with limited movement, having two wheels on their lower half, one spear/horn like appendage, and two magic-energy firing devices on pivots.
-a simple knife.
Skills and Abilities: While he's unable to harness it himself in any meaningful way(except creating his Magikróm), Vailas is highly knowledgeable in the properties and abilities of magic energy and most things tangentially related to it. He is skilled at basic robotics and more or less knows how to work metal into the shapes he needs. Other than that, his only true skill comes from being a well-read individual.
Biography: Hailing from the relatively barren land of Sezæria, survival was often a struggle for Vailas. As such, he had to find a way to make himself useful quick. Having some magical aptitude, as well as quite the intellect, he took to learning the ways of magic. However, he could never learn enough to cast the more complex spells. To get around this, he learned how to impart his magic into robotic entities, to power them. While some thought of this as being genius, many also feared him for it, and one attempted to be rid of him in his sleep. He got away, but he lost his hand in the process, eventually replacing it with the same sort of magical technology he used in his machines. He soon became much more reclusive, after that happened, and rumors around the town said he turned to less morally sound ways of practicing his craft, though it was never specified how bad it got. Near the time of the flood, he had found his way to the shore where he acquired a decent sized vessel, manning it with himself and a number of his machinations, many of which did not survive the voyage once the waters hit.
Registered: Apr 24, 2021 23:04:49 GMT -5
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Post by Vailas Steelhand on Jul 25, 2021 21:29:24 GMT -5
After stopping at the shore to gather his belongings and what remained of his ship, Vailas headed out to find a space for a home. After a while, he found a quaint spot on the edge of the woods, far enough away from the prying eyes of the Nords to be comfortable, but close enough for a trip into the Ironwolf settlement to not be a hassle. There, he set his automatons to work, helping them himself as well. Within a matter of hours, they had flipped over a section of about half of the boat, using it as his shelter. He commanded the Variant 1 robots with him to begin construction on a front wall, while 3-2 was sent to start a small fire. With that, Vailas set up his tools for research and took the fingers out of his pocket, putting them into small jars for the time being, and then writing about the day in his journal. While he would love to begin work on his research experiment now, the late night and the earlier excitement had him exhausted, and as such the only thing he could do was collapse into the corner, where he had setup a makeshift sleeping area. Within moments he had passed out, taken to his dreams.
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Vailas Steelhand
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: Somewhere between his mid 30s and mid 40s
Appearance: At first glance, not much about him would stand out to most people. Average height, average weight and build, black hair with a growing goatee, brown eyes, tan colored skin, generally nothing much to draw attention to his own physical form, except for the striking silver and bronze of his left hand, make completely of metal, with blue energy flowing throughout lines in the construction. His clothing is mostly fairly simple as well, with brown pants and a long leather overcoat, under which he wears a gray top. However, on his chest he also wears a brooch made of the same materials as his hand, a large blue gem set in the center.
Equipment: -An assortment of tools for building his magic-powered automatons, known as Magikróm
-5 Variation 1 Magikróm, which are shaped like spheres with a 1.5 foot diameter and eight extendable limbs, with no weaponry. Used only for sorting, transport, and limited help around a house or lab setting. Only two are operational. The other three are functionally scrap metal
-3 Variation 2 Magikróm, of which none are operational. Originally, they were defensive machines with limited movement, having two wheels on their lower half, one spear/horn like appendage, and two magic-energy firing devices on pivots.
-a simple knife.
Skills and Abilities: While he's unable to harness it himself in any meaningful way(except creating his Magikróm), Vailas is highly knowledgeable in the properties and abilities of magic energy and most things tangentially related to it. He is skilled at basic robotics and more or less knows how to work metal into the shapes he needs. Other than that, his only true skill comes from being a well-read individual.
Biography: Hailing from the relatively barren land of Sezæria, survival was often a struggle for Vailas. As such, he had to find a way to make himself useful quick. Having some magical aptitude, as well as quite the intellect, he took to learning the ways of magic. However, he could never learn enough to cast the more complex spells. To get around this, he learned how to impart his magic into robotic entities, to power them. While some thought of this as being genius, many also feared him for it, and one attempted to be rid of him in his sleep. He got away, but he lost his hand in the process, eventually replacing it with the same sort of magical technology he used in his machines. He soon became much more reclusive, after that happened, and rumors around the town said he turned to less morally sound ways of practicing his craft, though it was never specified how bad it got. Near the time of the flood, he had found his way to the shore where he acquired a decent sized vessel, manning it with himself and a number of his machinations, many of which did not survive the voyage once the waters hit.
Registered: Apr 24, 2021 23:04:49 GMT -5
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Post by Vailas Steelhand on Jul 27, 2021 19:35:35 GMT -5
Despite the late night before, Vailas awakes early in the morning, anxious to start his work. After eating some food he brought with him after last night, he goes over to his work station.
He sets one of the fingers down on a strange stand, four appendages coming out of it, first in an outwards, then bending inwards direction. He puts one hand on either side of it, focusing his energy. He closes his eyes and a faint glow of dark orange energy appears between the appendages and around the finger. He opens his eyes to look, then frowns as he allows the magic to dissipate. For some reason, conjuring it was more difficult than it had been for him back home...no matter, he would look into that later. This was more important now.
He flipped open his journal to the most recent page, before taking out his quill and inkwell and beginning to write about the experiment. After he details his hypothesis and the results of the first finger, he replaces it within the device he was using and repeats the process. This time, as well as the dark orange energy a very faint blue film appeared around the finger, slowly becoming dimmer as time went on. Vailas observed this, his mind churning with thoughts. There is magic energy in this one. He thinks to himself. But it’s fading. How interesting...I believe this one died after specimen 1’s host, so it goes to reason the first one went through the same process.
As he was in thought, the blue film had dissipated from around the finger, leaving only Vailas’ own magic. He ceases the flow and goes back to his journal, writing his findings. “If only I had a live specimen I could test more thoroughly…”
Vailas gets an idea. An absurdly dumb idea for such an intelligent man. “If I were careful I could get away without it following me.” He grumbles to himself. “Cut off the head, take a finger, leave the rest to reform.” He nods his head to himself, as if affirming the idea. “Alright, so that is a plan.”
He shifts focus back to his notes, stroking his chin. “...Perhaps a blood sample from one of the Nords, as well. Then, I can see if I can find what the cause is.” He begins rummaging through his tools, before finding a small cylinder, mostly glass with two ends of copper and steel. Putting that into his jacket, he gathers his notebook as well, and calls 3-2 over to him, venturing into town to share his findings.
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