Name:
OcalałyAge: His file states Thirty-Six
Gender: Male
Class:
Rycerz Braktwa Smoka (Zealot of Light)
Skills: Tenacity- An exemplar of survival, he can seemingly ‘inspire’ himself and others to push past simple limits, though the use of such. . .techniques is not without incredible risk. Studies performed on those affected note a sharp spike of adrenaline and the overpriming of fight or flight mechanisms within the body, and over-reliance on this sort of pressure has deleterious effects on allies. If focused, it can prevent certain levels of physical trauma from completely overwhelming and destroying a person, though it will not prevent physical destruction of a meaningful degree (evisceration, immolation, devouring). Further, it is all incredibly unreliable as it relies upon the mental and emotional conditions of the exemplar himself.
Unsurprisingly for a man carrying a weapon the size of
Opatrzność, he is an expert in Fiori de Liberi and Kunst des Fechtens. His close-quarters fighting proficiency is also high.
Sub-par skill with guns, as they are no longer able to hook up to the display in his armor, reducing his ability to use anything remotely resembling that by a large degree.
Polyglot: Polish is native, passably fluent in English and Russian.
Knowledge of Poland and his patriotism are extraordinary. Knowledge of political climate of the European Union and the antagonism of Russia is very outdated, however.
His physical condition and reflexes are, if it is not fine motor manipulation or overly dexterous, very good. His augments help with this of course. Do not ask him to twirl pencils or pens.
Zero knowledge or interest in religious matters, whether it be for the Dark or the Light. He is, quite frankly, utterly useless on topics involving the nature of divinity or parables. And he seems to like it that way.
His skill at boardgames is quite frankly astounding. Namely why he even seems to enjoy those sorts of things.
He will not gamble. He is abysmal at those sorts of games.
Ethnicity: Polish
Accent: Slightly pronounced Eastern European, though nothing too heavy. His tone and pitch can best be described as a huskier, quieter one, distinctly deeper than average, though far from a croak.
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 178 lbs sans armor
Cybernetics Biotek: Isolated Lung Compartments and redundant respiratory system- Through a process of extremely fine filtering, highly-efficient circulation, and just plain bizarre physiology, this tek allows the user to breathe without the need for continually pulling in new oxygen. It does however put him squarely into the uncanny valley, as he often will seem to simply never breathe or give off any indication of life.
Asymilacja- Alternately called ‘Infusion,’ this black-market treatment is one that is more theoretical in existence, and as such explaining exactly what it does is more of a “what it could do.” Theoretically, ‘Infusion’ allows for the hyper plasticity and elasticity of the genetic coding/ DNA of the subject, meaning the potential for incredible adaptability and evolution to fit situations, depending upon the substances imbibed. What this would mean in more simple terms is that slowly, through the repeated absorption and imbibing of other entities, be they animal, vegetable, or other organic and pseudo-organic matter, the base genetic code and bloodstream of the subject/ user is irrevocably changed and warped into a new code and species, essentially allowing for some growth and adaptation to the situation at hand. TL;DR- you are what you eat, and you can augment- nowhere as fast or decisive as a proper cybernetic augmentation, but more gradual and stable.
Items: Warbanner- A rather large flag, red and white, bearing an eagle wearing a crown. In other words, the Polish Flag.
Opoka- A suit of worn, well-loved armor. The plating, a series of interlocking and segmented pieces that cover the underlayer of the armor, a composite of aramids and carbon nano-tubing, consist of a composite of further graphene and carbon, along with ceramics and alloys of steel. . .where they are intact. Much of the armor has suffered extensive damaging at one point or another, and plates have been torn away, melted or blasted off, meaning that while much of the plating is intact after repairs, not all of it is the original, highly specialized material used. Having to make due with varying ceramic and steel-composites has weakened the overall power-armor aspects of the suit, meaning that the power-sources that run those subroutines and servos are rather more engaged in powering the most basic aspects like tactical programs, HUD, etc. A solid Bedrock, but in definite need of repairs before it can sally forth for glory.
Opatrzność- A large and heavy blade, forged in the style of a modernized, streamlined zweihander. Made of varying composites and alloys, notably steel-chromium and vanadium composites, and a titanium core, the design incorporates a way for the charge and power of
Opoka to be channeled into the blade, heating it to a plasma-like state. Further, a unique port in the grip of the weapon allows for mods and other items to be installed into it, making the properties and discharge of the weapon different or have a different effect. Unfortunately, like the armor, this sword has fallen upon hard-times and can barely handle such a powerful charge more than a few strikes every couple of minutes at best. It could certainly use a sharpening and perhaps a reforging as well, based on the chipping and wear that shows, though the name along the flat of the blade is thankfully still legible.
Ol’_Lopper.EXE- A subroutine of
Opatrzność, only activated when the weapon is used to finish off an opponent that is near the end or helpless. When active, the force of his strikes are amplified, though only for the purpose of ending the combat, and the blade plunges down in a show of green- blue emissions, striking true.
Miscellany: Combat and tactical rigging allowing for varying pouches and supplies to be held, a heavy handgun kept as a hold out and three clips of ammunition on the rigging, a flashlight built onto the rigging, and a satchel.
Appearance: Standing at 6’ even (though
Opoka adds a few inches at least), the figure that
Ocalały presents is one of experience and toughness. Even with the potential bulk that the armor adds disregarded, he is clearly a well-toned, efficiently muscled body, though not of bodybuilder mass. Most likely his musculature is compacted into a wirier frame, with a strong core and foundation that is complemented by the rest. His skin color, scarring, facial structure, and hair color are completely unknown, however; he has never been seen (or identified) in public without his armor and gear. This habit of his is so all-encompassing that he will only eat or drink within the privacy of his own quarters, only sitting and engaging in conversation or gaming at the Red Rocket.
On the heart of his armor, on an intact section of plating, is (to the surprise of no one) a worn and cracked painting of a crowned eagle, the symbol of Poland. Over his armor is a sort of surcoat, designed to protect at least some of the weakened and repaired points of his armor from dust and the elements until it can be returned to its full operational functionality. Made of Nomex weave and other aramid fibers, the fabric is resistant to heat and the elements, though the weight is higher than normal. The surcoat itself goes down to knee-length, minus two lengthier side- and back-strips which are fixed underneath the main body of the clothing. Belted at the waist via the tactical rigging, and often worn only entirely over the left shoulder, slotting around and through the small path between the neck guard and the sloped shoulder plate, the color is, unsurprisingly that of his motherland. The rather lengthy and raggedy scarf that he wears under the neck guard, however, is of an entirely different color, and one that he will not speak on.
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Surcoat-
thedurrrrian.deviantart.com/art/Nikolai-The-Lion-452845155Biography: Tenacity- noun. The quality or fact of continuing to exist; persistence. Resourcefulness- noun. The ability to find quick and clever ways to overcome difficulties. Power. Noun. The capacity or ability to direct or influence the behaviour of others or the course of events.
Most delvers who survive even one excursion into the Darkest Dungeon networks that riddle the world have at least one of these nouns associated with them. Successful ones have two of them, at least. The truly great ones. . .
The file of the man calling himself
Ocalały makes it decidedly hard to tell where he falls on that spectrum. His records are spotty and incomplete to say the least- a confirmed, partially open service record in the J
ednostka Wojskowa GROM im. Cichociemnych Spadochroniarzy Armii Krajowej, a sub-branch of the Joint
Bractwo Militarne offices that ended in an honorable discharge posthumously, a series of unopenable and absurdly encrypted reports on a span of approximately seven to ten years of his life leading that require both a Polish and Russian password to open. An owned and maintained house in Podkarpacie, southeast Poland.
The clearest facts regarding the man is a history of education at an academy run by the resurrected
Bractwo Smoka. The
Smok and other dragonet societies and military brotherhoods rose out of the ashes in a resurgence of nationalistic pride in the earliest and continued expulsions and repulsions of incursions from the Dungeons and the movements of larger, more domineering countries that found themselves dealing with their own crises related to the depths.
Nota Bona: Strictly meritocratic in origin and practice, these orders only grew in influence and prestige as they proved their efficacy in doctrine and deed- by the sword, the gun, and by the grace of the Commonwealth they explored as they could, and defended the country when they could not. Their histories only dimmed during the horrors of WWII as they found themselves driven underground by the sudden, brutal, and quite frankly mad assault of a heavily mechanized enemy force. With the end of those horrors, they and the schools they had begun to train new members and maintain their ranks found themselves in a period of tense but productive growth and recuperation.
right over his door frame, so that the eagle showed while the rest of it was kept from fanning out and blocking the entryway. Or worse, getting stuck in the door and getting wrinkled and ripped more than it already was. with a sigh that was only barely audible, he smoothed the banner out with an armored hand one more time, and picked up the heavy package from where it leaned against the wall. A soft hum echoed in his helmet and a small display popped up briefly, before being minimized down to the side of the HUD. The rustle of his surcoat was quickly overwhelmed by the din of armored boots on tough, worn flooring, and the pinging noise of a room's door being locked up with the access coding provided. The clanking of the boots continued as he made his way back down the corridor he had come into.
Three hours waiting and then confirming the signatures and strange wording of the contracts, using a patchy (at best) translation program for the most complex sections and clauses. Another hour to find out that it all had been a waste of his time and that he had been pre-approved (which his documentation had already
them, had they bothered to checking), and then sending him to the Red Rocket. Twenty minutes speaking to Spitze and two answering questions that he just avoided before being given his lodging. Then three hours of him fiddling with the banner, and ensuring that all of his belongings, the scant few that he had, were placed securely and could not easily be tampered with. And so finally, as he stepped back into the bar proper, he groused briefly about the loss of nearly a third of a day. The package he shouldered clanked against his armor as he stepped in, his helmed visage scanning the other tables and patrons before he found a table and sat down. It was a metallic sound that echoed out as he rested momentarily, the thing he carried now leaning against another chair with him.
Travel truly was a nuisance. Decorating was doubly so.
