Typhoon Nightstrike AKA The Iron Tombship « Thread Started on Jun 2, 2008, 8:51am »
Name: Typhoon Nightstrike AKA The Iron Tombship
Age: 70
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Clan/Rank: Knight
Appearance: Typhoon is a aged man who has seen decades of countless fights. His face and body have been scarred from many fights but he no longer sees the light of day due to a incident where he was crippled for life. Thanks to some unconventional methods, Typhoon managed to live to be entombed within a armored suit of bulky proportions. The entire armored suit has a box like appearance. Two smaller cylinder style legs protrude from the waist joint ending in a four padded shoe. His arms are cylindrical with a three box finger grasp. Since he can no longer wield standard weapons, his armored suit was fitted with a technological/magical flame throwing weapon that has been blessed to shoot holy flame at the enemies of darkness. His armored suit once had a golden colour to it, but decades of usage has left the armored suit pitted and scarred with the paint faded in areas. His suit of armor stands in at 2.5 meters and weighs a hefty tonne. Despite this, Typhoon has a surprising degree of maneuverability. Even being able to get back onto his feet when knocked to the ground.
Personality: Typhoon has a calmness towards him. Trained as a knight, he has a sense of honor and discipline about him. Decades of combat has hardened this warriors mind to ever kind of horror that can be thought of. Not one to make pranks or to get into trouble, he will fight for those who he thinks that have had an injustice committed against them. He once was skilled in the art of swordplay, but after his entombment with in his armored suit, he now fights with his "hands" and the mounted holy flame cannon. When he fights, he has honor about it and will quickly kill his opponent to ease their suffering. Despite his age, he has a good personality about him and he often talks about days gone past to others to let them know what happened in what he calls 'his time'.
History: Born to simple farming parents in a small remote faming community, Typhoon desired to become some what of a legend to the lands. Spending his first 10 years in the community, he learned about faming and blacksmithing as was the tradition of his people. That changed when a band of thieves descended on his small village. In a single night, his home was destroyed and his family and friends murdered before his very eyes. The bandits let Typhoon live, but only after leaving two deep cuts on his cheeks. Typhoon wandered the wild lands, lost and in deep pain until he was found by a knight of the name of Darius Decendant. Taking pity on Typhoon, Darius took Typhoon as his apprentice. In 5 years. Typhoon learned a great deal about the knights and their fight against evil. Arriving at a small village where the knight lived, Typhoon was taken in as a knight in training. He finally graduated at the top of his class 3 years later. Typhoon would go on to become a great defender of the people. He spent a further 7 years on multiple quests with the knights, ridding the world of its evil. Over time, he came to acquire more and more scars on his body. His once perfect features (besides the two scars that were on his cheeks) had become tarnished. Not one to care much, Typhoon continued on with his life as a knight. Several times Typhoon was given promotions to more elite status, but he respectfully declined, stating that his place was amongst the knights on the front like in their struggle to maintain peace to the lands. At the age of 35, tragedy struck Typhoon. During a routine patrol with two other knights, they were ambushed by a cult that was obsessed with their struggles towards immortality. His companions were killed and Typhoon was captured. Typhoon struggled for 2 years, trying to escape his captors, often managing to kill a few of them, but soon they grew impatient with his struggling. During another escape attempt, he was cornered by two heavily armored individuals who cut of his arms and legs. Near death, the cult decided to try out their experiments on him for immortality. Using technological and magical methods, they entombed Typhoon inside a great armored suit that was shaped in the image of their god. When Typhoon awoke, all he could see was wall through a slit in his new body. He quickly discovered that he was tied down like a beast, unable to move. When he was finally released, he found out what was done to him. That day was the darkest in his entire life. He discovered that the cult had perfected a means of immortality, but it required the used to be melded to a suit of heavy armor. In a rage, he slew two of the guards before using his new found weapons to break out of his dungeon prison. Finally seeing the light of day, he slowly made his way back to his town. He walked constantly for days and nights, his captors had done things to him that made him never hunger or tire. Finally arriving on the outskirts of his town, he was surrounded by the entire army of knights of the town. It took some time to convince and explain to their commander over what had happened to him. In a vow he took, he personally swore that he would lead a small detachment of knights to bring back those who were responsible for this atrocity. In a daring raid with Typhoon in the front, they managed to beach the fortress and capture multiple cultist members though their leader escaped. When they returned to the barracks, there was much celebration and rejoicing. People crammed the streets and every window available. They started to yell out a nickname that would remain with him for life. The Iron Tombship. As the years progressed, Typhoon watched on as his friends died in battle. He soon discovered multiple flaws in his suits design. One of the most fatal flaw he quickly discovered was the instability of his legs, a decently strong blow from a blunt weapon could knock Typhoon, but his armored suit was surprisingly agile, being able to get himself back on his feet despite his cumbersome weight. The other more dangerous flaw he discovered was that his armor could be ripped open by a sword caught in the view slot to his armor. Typhoon came close to death many times, but fate would not let him die. Soon, Typhoon became convinced that if he was ever to finally find peace in death that all the forces of evil of the land would need to be destroyed. At age 55, Typhoon set out on what some would consider a unending quest to purify the lands of evil. Traveling to cities and countries, he took on jobs from people that were plagued by forces that were intent on killing and looting. During one fight against a summoned beast of a dark wizard, Typhoon discovered his attacks were ineffective against the mighty beast. His armored suit was torn in multiple areas and he had long exhausted his ranged weapons ammunition and their cases had been destroyed by the relentless attacks. Making a final desperate move, he lunged at the beast. Luck would provide him with the single killing blow he needed. The fight took everything Typhoon had, but by some chance of fate, his mortal body remained untouched despite the extensive damaged caused. Wandering to a holy temple, the priests and blacksmiths repaired his bulky armor, blessing it with their powers of light and giving him blessed oils and ammunition that would slay dark creatures. He thanked the holy men and in his gratitude, he defended them for 3 years from the forces of evil. All the while, learning about how to better fight the evils of the land. Approaching is 60's's, Typhoon left once more. His quest had a renewed sense of purpose. Trudging at his usual walking pace, he made his way to every place imaginable. During his travels, Typhoon began to think, he wondered what would of happened if he never was captured. He though about his entire life and existence. He suddenly realized that in his lifetime, he never though about becoming a legendary dragon rider. Cursing his ill fortune, he continued on. He silently prays to the powers above to give him the strength he needs for his unending quest. For 10 years, Typhoon wandered the lands, helping those who had been affected by the forces of evil. His large suit of armor prevented him entering common doors though doors to pubs didn't seem to give him much problems. In his current age and day, Typhoon has become a legend unto himself as the mighty warrior on his quest to rid the world of darkness and bring light back to all. After the incident with the mighty beast of the dark, he had his armored suit modified so that he can open up a vast majority of it to expose his torso and head, though leaving the armored suit is impossible for it would mean his death. Even though the cult rid him of needing to eat and sleep, Typhoon can still do these things, enjoying food and sleep from time to time. When not on missions, Typhoon often will keep his armored suit open so he can enjoy the freedom of full view of the land as well as to feel the wind and sun against his aged body.
Sample Post: Typhoon had been walking for a week now, following the tracks of a group of bandits that had robbed a town of their food and gold. He knew that the food would of been eaten up by now, but the gold still could be recovered. He didn't care for the reward the people of the town had offered, to him, it was another chance to bring the light to another forgotten town. Finally catching up to the bandit group, he sealed his armored suit up to prevent himself from getting killed. "Surrender yourselves and I promise that you will have a fair trial." The bandits just laughed at him. One of them drew his bow and fired an arrow at Typhoon. The arrow hit his view slot, getting lodged tightly in. Though his vision was further impaired, he could still see enough to be able to stop the bandits. Two of them circled him, their swords drawn. Typhoon let out a long sigh. 'Why don't they ever learn?' He though to himself. They both attacked, their simple swords bounced off his thick plated suit. Typhoon grabbed the two men by this hands before skillfully tying them up with rope. He looked at the other two, one of them was preparing a fireball attack. 'One of them is a dark wizard?' This took Typhoon by surprise for a moment before he raised his arm to block the attack. The fireball impacted hard against his arm. Typhoon could feel the head of the impact through his viewslot. "Looks like the all mighty ones are looking out for me today." Typhoon responded with a burst of holy fire from his flame cannon. The dark wizard was soon nothing more than a pile of ash. "Let the light redeem you as you travel to the lands of the light." He looked at the final bandit, he was obviously scared. "So what will it be?" The bandit surrendered without protest. Tying up the three bandits, he carried them in his left arm and the sack of stolen gold in the other. He began to think about the best way to put the reward money to use. He often kept a small amount for himself while he donated the rest to a cause to help the suffering. He soon set out on the long road back to the city.
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Re: Typhoon Nightstrike AKA The Iron Tombship « Reply #1 on Jun 2, 2008, 1:20pm »
Might want to fix him up a little. 100 is really old for a human, and the full body iron suit is a little to much. It is a good ideal that you wanted to have an older person, it would be awsome if he was more of the wise I've seen it all before kind of guy since he is rather old. Fix up those things and I will approve him. Also due to the time era there can be not gun like weapons, only bows and old styled cross bows are the closest to what you want. This is a world trapped in the dark age's technoligy is replaced by magic.
Re: Typhoon Nightstrike AKA The Iron Tombship « Reply #4 on Sept 6, 2008, 11:40pm »
Updates to Typhoon AKA Iron Tombship
Appearance: Typhoon has managed to shed most of the bulky armored suit that has housed is crippled body for over 30 years. Thanks to a discovery of a rare metal, Typhoon has been able to remove much of the bulky armored plates that made up is iron tomb. Due to this rare ore, Typhoon has managed to reduce his one ton weight down to a more lighter 270 kilos. Much of his form has changed. He no longer resembles the large boxy walker but more of a heavily armored knight. Typhoon now stands in at 2.2 meters tall. His armored suit still retains its original weaknesses though he is more capable these days of getting through more smaller areas. In his refit of his armored suit, Typhoon was forced to remove his previously installed flame thrower. Typhoon still retains the flame thrower but in a more compact and portable form. Because of this, Typhoon is now incapable of producing a flame hot enough to melt through armored plated objects in a single blast.
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