EDIT:
I post here the original character, who was used in this story.
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Who said that only Dwarfs, Skaven and Empire get mad scientists? Now the Druchii have one, too.
Initial note: At present, I’m involved with group 34 and considering 22.
This character should be my next one. There is no hurry.
I'd rather be in a group interested in fun, humor, nonsense, and able to include such a character, than in a group mostly interested in epic fights where he would be more a burden.
Note 2: The character has settled in Vikarh.
He will remain in Vikarh until a good opportunity presents itself to RP somewhere else with merry - and science friendly - companions.
I would recommend them to meet with him at Vikarh.
• Name: Cab’um “Nimby” Smith.
• Sex: Male.
• Age: 150.
• Height: very tall, 1m95.
• Weight: average, 80kg.
• Appearance: Haughty attitude, which denotes wrongly with the clothing. Dark tousled hair. Fixed wide open dark reddish eyes.
More burns and bruising than scars. His two thumbnails are incrusted with electrum.
The solid dresses are of ordinary facture and present many burns. After all, he is a smith.
A strong Empire's accent.
Ach so?
• Character Class: Mage. (yes, that’s a male druchii mage. But himself is not really aware to be a mage, he believes to be a superb talented smith).
• Character Statistics: WS1 S4 T3 D5 I5
• Starting Equipment: Staff (looks quite like a smith’s hammer) – dagger (throwing, boomerang-shaped)
• Starting Skills: Power of Chamon (1) - Smithing
• Character Background
His father was a Duriath Helbaine, his mother was a young sorceress of Metal, member of Duriath’s raiding corsair fleet. She gave birth in the course of a two years expedition. As the corsair fleet was returning from Quatar, her ship was lost during a tempest and, wrecked on shoal waters, suffered an attack by the pirates of Sartosa. She was captured and later ransomed for a fortune, which was soon recovered by Helbaine among the ashes of the town which had received it. However, the one year old boy had disappeared.
It could have been possible to recognize him with the two electrum thumbnails made by his mother at his birth, with the seal of Helbaine and her own seal engraved. However, his father’s family did not care for a bastard and his mother had not the resources.
The boy grew up and became a slave, worse, an Elf slave among Humans. At that time, Catrazza, a famous scientist, was desperately looking for a servant talented enough for the high precision works he was considering. The young Elf showed some predisposition and joined his workshop. There, he was no longer at the dregs of society, although still rejected by the other apprentices, especially after a few mistakes which earned him his first name. Cab’um observed his professor and accumulated bribes of scientific methodology; although he was far from understanding it fully.
Fifteen years later, he joined the laboratory of Leonardo da Miragliano. When Leonardo was hired to create the Imperial Engineering School of Altdorf, Cab’um followed him. He spent twelve years there, never going outside, usually tasked with the maintenance of the School’s Museum. There, he discovered an incredible variety of bizarre devices coming from the whole Empire, as well as a sample of foreign unlikely machineries, mostly coming from Tilea but also a few of them with Chaos Dwarf or even Skaven origin. Of course, nobody knew for what use these strange apparatus were made for.
His laboratory life ended when he joined the team of Von Zeppel, who was working on military devices designed for battlefield. There, he learned about the basics of a battle, about surviving and dying, about winning and losing. There, he was encouraged to try endlessly new weapons and new armours, with innovative shapes and powered improvements.
The boy had grown an adult. During his whole life, he had seen the thirst for power through experiment. He had observed the most brilliant minds of the time trying to build the ultimate weapon. Himself, he instinctively could feel the call of Metal, especially through his electrum thumbnails which were still visible. He knew that the engineer’s approaches were missing a point. He knew in his mind that he could achieve better, given a chance.
It was during a battle against Orcs that he received a revelation. A man with a metallic helmet mounting a Pegasus was wielding incredibly strong metallic energies across the skies, causing havoc in the green hordes. That was Balthasar Gelt. After witnessing such feats, Cab’um oriented his secret experiments into the mastery of the mysterious Metal energy that he had witnessed and felt.
Cab’um’s life came to a turning point at the end of a battle against Dark Elves. He was captured, along most of his army. However, the jailers soon spotted his presence among the Humans. They noticed that the Humans despised him (they did not know that it was because of his reputation as a mad engineer) and, for that reason, they set him free during the journey across the Ocean.
All that Cab’um had seen in his life was laboratories, museums, drill fields and battlefields. When he arrived in Karond Kar, he became a smith. Not caring much about the Druchii way of life, he spent his time at his forge, experimenting again and again.
Soon, his incredible creations earned him a reputation. He was hired to become a noble’s private smith. However, his experiments would disturb so much the palace that he was offered to serve another nobleman. The story repeated several times until nobody wanted him in their backyard anymore.
Today, Cab’um “Nimby” Smith hates all the philistines who don’t understand his genius: the Humans of Tilea, the Humans of the Empire, the Dark Elfes of Naggaroth, well… pretty much everyone. He will show them all, who is the master genius of the time. In order to achieve that, he must keep going into battle after battle, and experiment new deadly devices until he finds the ultimate one. He will gladly go with anyone offering him food and shelter and battles.
However, he doesn't admit that he has not the slightest practical sense, and is helpless if left unassisted.
What matters is that he has achieved a high mastery of metal transformation, especially for use on a battlefield. He is able to conceive any kind of device to perform any improbable task. And some of his devices even work! And sometimes it even lasts!
• Character Ambitions
Alchemy - Power of Chamon (2) - Masterful Smithing - Metal Mastery - Power of Chamon (3) - Power of Azyr (1) - Power of Aqshy (1)
The stat he would like to improve the most is his Intelligence, of course! A good Toughness would help to resist the occasional explosion. Dexterity would help to build more delicate machineries.
The equipment he needs is a black powder handgun with a bill hook bayonet. Next should come a blowpipe morning star. A piked buckler could be handy, if it could be thrown. Did I mention a self-propelling heavy armour?
Of course, in order to create these equipments, he would need a set of smith tools, powder, hardware of all sorts and a portable anvil.
Summary:
Cab’um “Nimby” Smith (Group tbd) - Mage - WS1 S4 T3 D5 I5
Skills: Power of Chamon (1) - Smithing
Equipment: Staff (looks quite like a smith’s hammer) – dagger (throwing, boomerang-shaped)
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Name:
Cab’um “Nimby” Smith - Profession: smith & mad scientist.
Equipment: smith’s hammer & strangely bent knives - dirty smith's dress.
End-post location: Auction house bar
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Months ago, his last patron had spoken ocasionally about a city further west, named Vikarh.
Cab'um hoped that his potential would be fully understood there.
He could not imagine that it was an oblique way to send him away from the forge, where he had made so many fascinating - and noisy - experiments.
Anyway, he seized the opportunity to move away from the only city he had known since he came to Naggaroth.
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As he was getting off the ship, Cab'um was in a dark mood. As usual.
Finally! My time in Karond Kar is over. Ach! Sehr gut!
He explained to the city folks who did not care a damn:
Those mediocre people out there, they sure liked my work, but none could not understand my thirst for perfection.
Too bad for them. Now they will miss... my genius!
Here I come, oh my new haven!
On the pier, he saw a column of slaves. The memories of when he was himself a slave among humans chilled his backbone.
Having no better place to start with, he followed the slaves at distance. He hoped they would speak some human language he could recognize, but they were silent.
He ended up at the auction house, but it seemed that the time for selling slaves had not come.
The owner headed to the bar. He followed, with the intent to ask him about where the slaves came from.
As a customer approached, he left them bargain and listened casually.
The bartender brought him half a glass of "the same", telling
Here you are, stranger, do you prefer it half filled or half empty?
Cab'um reply was full of persiflage:
How incompetent you are, the glass was made twofold too big!
<OOC:
@ Nightcall
Compliments for the idea, and for the outstanding drawings.
It drove me to participate.
If you have a use for a weird, fancy smith, there he comes!
The full background is in the hyperlink on the name.
@ Drainial
The size shown could well shelter 1000-3000 inhabitants.
That seems acceptable for a medieval city.
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