Rellik ✦ Law of Talos ✦

Name: Rellik Real name: Chase Valdron Species: Vampire Age: 594 (But looks about 39-42) Sex: Male Appearance: 6’ | very fair (pale) skin | Mesomorph body type but fit and a bit muscular | sharp pointed ears | platinum blonde, slightly shaggy but fluffy and slightly slicked-back hair with long, slightly wavy curtain bangs which is tucked behind his ears (makes it sorta look like side part bangs) with the ends of his bangs curled (visible underneath his ears) | turquoise blue, almond shaped eyes | sharp fangs | sharp/strong cheekbones. Outfit: Wears a white, button-up, long sleeved polo with white-to-black gradient sleeves with black, fingerless gloves, and instead of a tie underneath his collar, he wears a thick, dark brown leather collar with a golden buckle and a dark red waistcoat with golden buttons and velvet, floral and royal-like patterns on the waistcoat. The waistcoat also has 3 dark brown straps with golden buckles on both sides of his waist. Also wears dark grey-to-black gradient slacks with a black leather belt and a golden buckle, along with a loose, rectangular shaped golden belt underneath the leather one. Wears black leather, knee length boots with golden but rusted armour underneath his knees, over his toes, and a golden rusted metallic strap over his ankle, connected to a small golden circular buckle on his inner ankles. He also sports an ankle length, very dark brown trench coat with light brown trimmed edges and a standing, flared out collar with golden buttons. Personality: He is generally stern and aloof, mostly a serious person. He has no problem taking what he needs and is presented as someone with a strong character, he is too loyal and protective to Del and those he trusts. Speaks slightly fancy, but has a flat tone. Silent, reasonable, thoughtful and mindful, thinks before committing actions, sensible, mannerful/polite, jaded. Abilities:

• Super strength (can punch through walls, lift 1000lbs, jump multiple stories)
• Night vision (can see completely, through desaturated colours. When in complete darkness his eyes glow constantly)
• Enhanced senses (sight, hearing and smell. Also has extremely fast movement and reflexes)
• Undead (doesn’t need to breathe, no pulse, no body heat, doesn’t need to eat food)
• Vampiric gaze (if eyes meet with those of a weak/non-magic using mind, can control that mind as long as eye contacted is maintained)
• Retractable claws (Long, black and sharp claws. Used for scaling walls or fighting)
• Transformation (can transform into a black bat, wolf or diallo. While transforming, turns into dark mist. Takes anything close to his skin into the transformation, this includes his clothes and anything in his pockets but no large objects. Can retain form for any period of time but reverts if unconscious.
• Healing (heals from any wound within minutes, can reattach limbs, regardless of form) All effectiveness of these abilities decrease with use or bloodloss.

Skills:

• Can speak many different languages, including most of the romance languages
• has studied fencing, has some martial arts training, skilled at sunfighting
• plays many instruments, including piano and violin
• really good at a whole slew of playstation and pc game titles

Anti-powers:

• Sunlight (cannot be out in the day unless extreme overcast. Can survive directly in sunlight for 30 seconds before catching on fire.
• Holy ítems (crosses and other holy items. If blessed or wielded with someone with beliefs it can cause light burns)
• Fire (burns are the only wounds that take just as long to heal as they would on mortals. Being completely engulfed in fire can be fatal since vampire skin is highly flammable)
• Reflective surfaces (cannot be seen in anything reflective, especially mirrors)
• Stakes (wooden stakes cause fatal damage if directly driven through the heart. However silver does nothing at all)
• Blood (Needs blood to survive. specifically once per day, but can survive almost a week without blood. Although he will become very weak)

Other information: Rellik is assigned to take care of Del (his best friend) as a guardian. Though he is commonly seen as a father/parental figure towards her. Information about Del: Name: Delusion Real name: Del Borovic Species: Human Rauran Age: 22 Sex: Female Appearance: 5’1" | very fair skin | slim | very brown, messy grunge bob with wispy bangs and the bottom part of her hair blended with the brown and dyed blonde | dark brown, prominent shaped eyes with black, narrow framed, half-moon rectangular glasses | Instead of having human ears she has slightly fluffy, pointed ears | has a long, fluffy, dark brown monkey tail. Outfit: wears a short sleeved, tight, black ribbed turtleneck with an orange, baggy but longsleeved hoodie with the words ‘SCAD’ stitched in white on the hoodie, over the turtleneck. Also wears dark grey, baggy cargos with black and orange, slightly high-platformed lace-up boots with a black digital watch on her left wrist. Personality: Randomly swinging between attempting to be dark and mysterious and actually being spastic and obsessive. Del is a freelance artist and Rellik was assigned to watch over her when she was 13 and she has been taking advantage of him ever since. Constantly busy and easily convinced to join character battle competitions. She’s the reason Rellik has travelled all the way to Taitle. Skills:

• Has a BFA with a major in comic books
• computer savvy
• knows HTML really well
• can walk and hoola hoop at the same time Powers: none

BACKGROUND LORE: (Summarised - a tournament has been held to build a wishing machine as the prize)

The grand city of Taitle, once bustling with life and thought and steam-powered inventions, stands deserted save for the stray passing inventor salvaging scrap metal from its workings and a stubborn old man who has lived on the same plot of land his ancestors have all his life. He didn’t mind the old abandoned buildings, the winding Victorian architecture that was crumbling in places, or the almost rhythmic release of steam from street vents. No one knew where the vents went, or why they were there, or even how to properly begin to repair the city’s maze of architecture to make it living again, but the vents are there, leading to nowhere, and the city is there, and had, at one point, worked for the people in it. All it works for now, other than the old man, were the little robots, left behind by careless people passing through and repaired by the old man, set free to wander the city and make their own homes for themselves. The city itself is like a time capsule, fallen into disrepair but stuck in this era of steam-powered technology, stuck in the same culture it has been since it was last bustling with signs of the lives of its citizens because of the influence of a strange new physical law, dubbed Law of Talos by its discoverer, the old man.

The city functions only on steam power, despite its neighbors having modern technology already. Said technology stops working within the city grounds, and there is a presence that is nothign short of magical in the air. The Law of Talos has been around ever since the first person had set foot in the city, it seemed, even while it was bustling with the life of its inhabitants, before it was abandoned. Since then, the city has been unpopulated. That is, until now. Now the town is overrun by people scouring every inch of the city for all the broilers and gas tanks and engine parts that have been left lying around, and building high glass domes on metal stilts. All in preparation. The town was going to be alive again, but not for its usual purpose. It would live for a tournament. The stubborn old man had finally done it. In his workshop stood the world’s first, and, indeed, only wishing machine.

Steam and smoke poured out of the contraption, and things spun at seemingly random times, and a small gauge on the front, going from 1 to 10, was now pointing at 1. Whatever it was that was making the machine work (for the old man wasn’t sure of it himself. When pressed, he'd simply answer "Oh, it must simply be a use of the Law of Talos, but of course," but never expands on said law.) was allowing for one more wish. And the stubborn, but nice and friendly old man, had decided that now since he had hair again and had his fun wishing, it was time to give the last wish, however big or small it may be, to someone who is willing to go to any length to prove he/she deserves it. And it was his nephew, hanging around the shop one day, who suggested the idea of a tournament. So the city had become alive once again, bustling with the sound of workers preparing for said tournament, ready to welcome the competitors and building observation domes for the spectators at either end of the city. Because, as the nephew pointed out, a little monetary profit never hurt anyone. The idea was simple. People who heard of this machine, be it by technology like the internet or carrier pigeons, were told to gather in the city if they were interested.

Bring yourselves, it said. Bring courage and the will to win. And bring your greatest desire, because fulfilling it is your prize. Once it starts, step outside Taitle, and you’re out. Be defeated by your set opponent and you’re out. And when you’re out, you forfeit everything you have collected over the course of the tournament to the winner of your match. Since it wouldn’t be a proper tournament in the old man’s eyes if it didn’t allow for some inventiveness, he will give each contestant a set of tools, the most unique and important of these being the boiler, the gas tank, and the engine parts. Metal, pipes, chimneys, everything else could be scavenged. But those parts you could only get by defeating your opponent, and it is with those parts that you can build bigger things, or many small things, whichever you prefer. And it is those parts you forfeit when you lose a match. Do you have to use the kit? No, of course not. The old man simply wanted to give everyone the fair option to. Just keep those vital parts close, because even if you don’t want them, leaving them would give a huge advantage to whoever finds them. The goal is to be the last one standing, brought in front of the wishing machine and given the chance to make your deepest desire come true.

PROCESS OF THE TOURNAMENT: Contestants will arrive in the city, at which point they will discover that any technology they may have that isn't steam-based (or, at least, after the steam era) does not work in the city itself, due to the Law of Talos's influence. Therefore, they must enter city grounds on foot in designated areas, passing the ring of tournament officials around it making sure that the contestants stay inside the city. Once contestants enter the city, they will be handed a basic kit by a tournament official. The kit will contain a decently-sized boiler, a full gas tank and several sturdy pipes needed to link the two cylindrical objects. Those are the most important pieces, because they cannot be found anywhere else in the city - except in the hands of another contestant. The rest of the kit is rudimentary engine supplies, governors, water tanks, valves, insulation, gears, pieces of metal and bolts, safety goggles and basic tools.

Everything, aside from the boiler and the gas tank, can be dug up in various places in the city. Old factories that would make metal still have scraps of it lying around. Gears are in no short supply, big or small. There are several big pieces of machinery abandoned, no fuel supplies to speak of, but working pipes and wheels/treads. Even the buildings themselves can serve as supplies as needed, with their high ledges and tall spires, working chimneys and wooden planks. Once the kit is received, regardless if you want it or not, you are officially a contestant, and are to assume that anyone you meet in the city wandering freely is also a contestant. You are not required to use the kits, but you are required to keep the boiler and gas tanks safe (be it with you in a machine or in a safe hiding place), which you only part with if you lose a match, and surrender them to the winner. If you are defeated, you will be escorted to the modernized and out-of-place observation deck, from which you are not technically allowed to move for your and other's safety, as freely wandering people are assumed to be contestants (though if you listen to the rules or not is entirely up to you).