Post by Lleu Llaw Gyffes on Feb 6, 2012 10:15:10 GMT -5
Caster
"Challenge?"
"Challenge?"
OTHER ALIAS[/color]: // Lleu of the Skillful Hand, One of the Three Golden Shoemakers, One of the Three Red Ravagers of the Island of Britain, The Fair-haired One with the Skillful Hand
CURRENT AGE[/color]: // Appears to be 16.
YEAR OF BIRTH[/color]: // -
GENDER[/color]: // Male
ALIGNMENT[/color]: // True Neutral
OCCUPATION[/color]: // King of Gwynned
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Smile
Workshop
Casting
Casting 2
Casting 3
Memory
Cute
Surprised
Birds
HEIGHT[/color]: // 5'6"
WEIGHT[/color]: // 115 pounds
EYE COLOR[/color]: // Green
HAIR COLOR[/color]: // Green
PIERCINGS[/color]: // None
TATTOOS[/color]: // None, although he does have a massive scar across his chest.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES[/color]: // He's a shota. A shota who can take hits due to his NP. :V
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- Determined
- Nothing will ever deter the silver-handed one from his path. The only thing that stands between him and victory is a long path filled with obstructions that will be pierced, crushed, and shattered. Such is the fate for those who stand between Caster and his dream, so it would be best to tread wisely when one decides to be a barrier to stop the warrior.
- Sweet
- Even if he is more than willing to destroy his enemies and obstructions, the silver-handed one is sweet to everybody he meets that holds no hostility towards him and vice versa. His sweetness is sweeter than anything, and if Servants were food, Caster could not be stomached due to his sweetness to everybody. He holds no poor thoughts of anybody, even his enemies.
- Taciturn
- Before he was known as Caster, he was nameless. Before he had the right to speak, he had others do the speaking for him. Even when he gained the right to speak to others, and even when he was Caster, the silver-handed one continues to remain almost silent, although he is hardly stoic. He's more prone to speak in single words than be the giver of silent glares.
- Caring
- Hand-to-hand with his sweetness, Caster cares for everything, even his enemies. He would mourn the falling of his enemy, and he would grant his enemies a position that grants them an advantage, because he's so caring. Even then, he had won, but this trait of his has never disappeared with time. The word "I refuse" never entered his vocabulary unless he was truly hurt and devastated, in which he couldn't even speak, let alone reply to someone else through words.
LIKES[/color]: //
-Gwydion
-Birds of prey
-Nature
-Trees
-A pleasant atmosphere
-Honesty
-Kindness
-Happiness
-Blodeuwedd (it's complicated)
DISLIKES[/color]: //
-Gronw (only man he truly despised)
-Arianrhod (another complicated issue)
-Blodeuwedd (it's complicated)
-Cruelty
-Injustice
-Skyscrapers
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STRENGTHS[/color]: // Caster is capable of creating his own army of trees, with his workshop in the center, which is well-suited in terms of making a fortress. He is also capable of piercing defenses, and he is very difficult to kill. In fact, it may be borderline impossible in the grand scheme of things, since Servants dislike using Noble Phantasms of the strength needed to harm Caster. He is also a very adept magus, capable of fast spells, his ability to shapeshift and even fly, to attack from a distance, and the fact that he's an expert in plenty of skills that may be useful to a Master in terms of funds or general life issues outside of the war that can help the fight in the war in the long run.
WEAKNESSES[/color]: // Caster's taciturn nature makes it difficult to communicate with him, and he's incapable of refusing anything. He can't kill himself, since he doesn't have a weapon or Noble Phantasm that he can cast on himself so that he can die, but he's also capable of giving a one-word hint to his identity if someone asks. One must question how Caster became this brutally honest, to go against his own logic and knowledge, but he's more than willing to do so.
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MY LEGEND: //[/color] The famous version And the other famous version (check the last half of the story)
MY HISTORY[/color]: // I was born. But I was one without a name.
They said that when I was born, my mother was to be the new foot-holder of her uncle, a king who had lost his previous foot-holder due to her brother’s actions, which culminated in her rape. The king, who was to die if he did not keep his feet on the lap of a virgin during times of peace, had punished his nephews for their actions by turning them into animals. A year later, they returned to their humanity, and offered their sister –my mother- as a potential foot-holder.
To test her virginity, my mother had to walk over the king’s magician’s rod. At that moment, she had given birth to both me and my brother. In her shame, she fled from court, and my uncle, Gwydion, kept me inside of a chest until I was mature, for my brother had taken all of my body, leaving me as a shrivel nothing.
However, for myself to mature, I needed a body, not the...form I was. My uncle remedied this, by creating me a new body...I was a homunculus, but I had a body that could mature.
But I had grown, grown without an identity, for my mother, angered by her humiliation, had cursed me so that she is the only one who could give me a name. I was denied the first thing of a man: the right to identity.
My uncle Gwydion had tricked my mother to give me a name, an identity, so that I may be granted the first of three necessities of a man’s life. He had taken me to her home when I had grown to the size of a small boy. Disguised as a shoemaker, I had fit the shoes on my own mother, and during the fitting, I killed a wren by striking it between the tendon and the bone of its legs with a single stone. Visibly impressed, my mother had remarked that “it is with a skillful hand that the fair-haired one had hit it”. My uncle had revealed the disguise, and my mother was angered that she had been tricked to naming me. In this anger, she placed a second curse on me, that she would be the only one to give me weapons for battles.
I was born. I had a name. But I had no arms for combat.
A few years later, I was disguised as a bard and spirited back to my mother’s home, Caer Arianrhod, and my uncle and I stayed in her court, with Gwydion entertaining everyone present in the room with his storytelling. As everyone had retired for the night, my uncle had conjured a fleet of warships, and I was given weapons and shields to fight the enemy by my own mother. When my mother learned of this trickery, she placed a final curse on me, that I would never have a wife born from any race on this world.
I was born. I had a name. I had arms for combat. But I had no wife.
A friend of my uncle, Amaethon, had stolen property from Arawn, the king of Annwn, and I had sided with my uncle, who in turn had sided with his friend. We had enchanted trees to march into battle against Arawn, and we had fought against the king. A soldier stood out from among them, a man who could not be defeated unless his identity was known. But my uncle had guessed his identity, and we had won the battle.
After the battle, my uncle had joined with his uncle, Math fab Mathonwy, and through magic, they created a woman from oak blossom, broom, and meadowsweet. Her name was Blodeuwedd, or “Flower-face”. She was to be my wife.
I was born. I had a name. I had arms for combat. I had a wife. I was a king.
My wife had…fallen. She had met a man, the lord of Penllyn, named Gronw Pebr, and fell in love. She would spend nights with him while I was away from my kingdom on business. She pined and yearned for another’s touch while I had desired her affection and love, for she was the only woman I could call my wife.
She plotted my death with her lover, however. Both of them wanted my lands, and my power, but I could not killed, for my body and my soul and my mind could only find its end through a single way. My wife had asked me how to kill me. I was surprised, but I believed this to be a chance to open up to her, and told her that even if I can’t be killed in day or night, naked or clothed, riding or walking, by means of any weapons possible…
…I could be killed at dusk, wrapped in a net with a foot in a cauldron and my other foot on top of a goat. The weapon that must be used to kill me will be a spear forged during the hours of mass every Sunday for an entire year.
And so it was that a year later, this gesture of trust would be betrayed, and I will feel a spear strike me as Gronw through the accursed spear into my side. I turned into an eagle and flew away, and that was the last I had remembered as to what happened to me from that point on.
My next memory was my revival as a human being. My uncle had found me perched on the branch of an oak tree, high above the ground. Chanting an englyn, he had coaxed me to fly down, and when I landed on his forearm, my uncle had returned me to human form.
I had died when that spear struck me, but I was revived as a human being, my body wasted, my pride gone.
I had died. I had a name. I had arms for combat. I lost my wife. I was no longer a king.
Gwydion and Math had nursed me back to health in a year, and from there, I stood my ground, and marched to reclaim my land and my throne. I simply wanted this to be done with, and the thought of Gronw Pebr sitting at my throne with the woman who was my wife at his side gave me an emotion I never knew. It was anger.
My uncle had chased after Blodeuwedd when she fled the land with her maidens, and turned her into an owl. However, I did not witness the fate of my wife. I watched with a cold silence as Gronw was faced with the disloyalty of his men to receive my strike. He had thrown and wounded me with a spear, so I should do the same in return. We stood on opposite banks, on opposite hills, but with our positions reversed. Prior to the conflict, Gronw had requested that he place a large slab of rock to guard himself.
I allowed him to do so. I would not deny him that right, no matter how much I held spite and hatred for him in my heart.
As he placed the massive rock in front of him, I eyed the man behind the rock. Even if my vision was blocked, I could see him, and my grip on my spear tightened itself. Taking a deep breath, and exhaling, I threw the spear with all my might. The spear soared through the sky, between the two banks and the two hills and the water that divided this land between them in half. The spear carried my wish for Gronw’s death, my hope of re-gaining my lands, and my dream of being together with Blodeuwedd.
The spear had broken through the stone easily, and impaled Gronw, killing him instantly. I rejoiced, believing that I had gained it all. But I was to learn of my wife’s fate, and I took it with a silent reply. I did not blame my uncle, but I knew that despite her actions, Blodeuwedd was the only woman who could be with me to the end of my life, and without her, I had lost something important in my identity. I needed her, but she was gone now.
They said that I was to live a life as a king, and reign long until the end of my time. Some say that I was killed in battle. Others say that I died a peaceful death. But the ending I experienced was the end fitting for me. My horse, Melyngan Mangre, took me from place to place, and I was inaugurated with the honor of being a part of two of the Hergert Triads, with my horse being one in a third triad.
I was born. I had a name. I had arms for combat. I lost my wife. I was king once more.
My heart heavy was heavy, doomed to hold the silent burden of my crushed wishes of being with Blodeuwedd once more. I would say how much I disliked her, but I silently scolded myself for my inability to express the truth, that I will always love Blodeuwedd, despite what she did to me. I wanted to be with her, but I would not be able to. I understood this, but I could not accept it.
That conflict continued to plague me as I ascended to the throne of Gwynedd once more.
MY GOALS[/color]: // To bring back his fallen love into the life he had lived without her and make things the way they should be.
NOBLE PHANTASM[/color]: //
Cad Goddeu - The Battle of Trees
Owner: Lleu Llaw Gyffes
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Army
Range: 40
Max Targets: -
This Noble Phantasm essentially allows Caster to turn trees within the radius of 40 meters from his current position into his "familiars". Through the creation of a boundary field, all trees within the area of the boundary field gain the ability to move and fight.
The trees serve as guardians of Caster's current position, as he is only allowed to make one "origin" of the usage of this Noble Phantasm. At the "origin", Caster can install a workshop, but the trees essentially do not recognize any other commands but "fight" and "rest".
As such, the trees simply serve as guardians of Caster's workshop, and they cannot leave the realms of the boundary field Caster had set up from his workshop. They are just as strong as highly-reinforced humans.
The trees can be summoned in short-term notices as well, as Caster can make an army of trees from anywhere for a short period of time (about twenty minutes, as opposed to sustained existence), given that he needs foot-soldiers for some circumstance. These are about as strong as a reinforced human.
Lleu Llaw Gyffes fought alongside Gwydion during the Cad Goddeu ("The Battle of Trees"), where he joined his uncle in enchanting trees to rise up and fight against Arawn, King of Annwn. He helped build up the army that Gwydion will march against Arawn, who sought retribution when Amathon stole a dog, lapwing, and a white roebuck from his stores. Lleu Llaw Gyffes simply made more trees and stood his ground, marching alongside his uncle when Arawn came to challenge them personally with his own forces.
Tynghedau - The Fair Haired One with the Skillfull Hand
Owner: Lleu Llaw Gyffes
Rank: B
Type: Support
Range: Self
Max Targets: Self
The Noble Phantasm is the embodiment of the entirety of Lleu Llaw Gyffes, who was almost impossible to kill, although he would find death by means unknown to the modern society, and be buried under the protection of the sea, where no one will ever find the disgraced hero, who spared no one who stood in his path. Its name came from the three curses of Arianrhod had cast on Lleu Llaw Gyffes, denying him the three rights to masculine identity: A name, arms, and a wife.
As Caster is simply a Heroic Spirit who serves as a copy of Lleu Llaw Gyffes from the Throne of Heroes, he is not impossible to kill, especially considering the conditions attached to even make him vulnerable to death. His concept of death is simply non-existent, except when the conditions are met, in which Caster's concept of death will return for the period of time the conditions will be realized.
As such, he will simply "reject" attacks below A-rank. Any A-rank blows that hit Caster will indeed wound him, but he will not die should the wound prove fatal and/or his conditions of death are simply met. However, he will still retain damage from demonic-type weapons of any rank.
Lleu Llaw Gyffes was a figure who could not be killed, no matter how much people tried. However, one method exists in his death, something that his wife Blodeudd found and exploited with her lover, Gronw. Lleu Llaw Gyffes answered his wife's treacherous question honestly:
"I will tell thee gladly. Not easily can I be slain, except by a wound. And the spear wherewith I am struck must be a year in the forming. And nothing must be done towards it except during the sacrifice on Sundays. By making a bath for me by the side of a river, and by putting a roof over the cauldron, and thatching it well and tightly, and bringing a buck, and putting it beside the cauldron. Then if I place one foot on the buck's back, and the other on the edge of the cauldron, whosoever strikes me thus will cause my death."
It was through this information that Lleu Llaw Gyffes's death was being plotted by his wife and her lover.
CLASS ABILITIES[/color]: //
Territory Creation: B
The skill to build a special terrain that increases one's capacities as a magus. At this rank, the creation of a workshop is possible.
Lleu Llaw Gyffes was a king and a magician, a hero who grew up under the tutelage of one of Wales's finest magicians, Gwydion. The creation of a workshop was a necessity for his studies.
Item Construction: C
The skill to manufacture magical items. At this rank, capable of creating potions and items of respectable power.
As one who is skilled in many skills, Lleu Llaw Gyffes could make potions and magical objects of respectable power, although they weren't necessarily famous.
SKILLS[/color]: //
Shapeshift: A
The power to change one's form at will, depending on the rank. Lleu Llaw Gyffes is more than capable of turning into other people and various birds. Partial transformation, like a human's voice or wings, is also possible at this rank.
As the spear meant to take his life struck him in the side, Lleu Llaw Gyffes died as a human and took on the form of a bird, but ultimately was able to return as a human.
Flight: A
The skill is gained when Lleu uses his shapeshifting abilities to grant himself wings. His agility is greatly raised, and allows for faster movements while in the air. As a Caster class and this rank, Lleu Llaw Gyffes can move his wings as if they were simply a natural part of his body. Only rushes or fast movement will expend prana for movement.
As a bird, one has wings that allows for a bird to soar into the sky.
Expert of Many Specialization: A+
Access to and use of many expert skills. At this rank, A total of 32 different skills ranging from tactics, academia, espionage, assassination, swindling, rhetoric and others can be used with proficiency of Rank B or above. His skills include:
- academia
- literature
- cooking
- pottery
- forging
- writing
- painting
- throwing
- medicine
- logistics
- economics
- politics
- fishing
- hunting
- farming
- forecasting
- philosophy
- genealogy
- research
- tactics
- spearmanship
- guerrilla
- enchantment
- healing
- poetry
- carving
- cartography
- baking
- scouting
- navigation
- taming
- tracking
The King of Gwynedd is one who is skilled of hand.
Magecraft: A
Knowledge about modern Magecraft. At this rank, Caster's mastery of the art is to the point where he could chant A-rank spells with a few lines only.
The nephew of a famous magician, and born through magical means, thaumaturgy was present in Lleu Llaw Gyffes's world.
STRENGTH[/color]: // D
ENDURANCE[/color]: // D
AGILITY[/color]: // D (B*)(B+*)
MANA[/color]: // A
LUCK[/color]: // C
NOBLE PHANTASM[/color]: // B
(*for Flight in midair)
(*for diving during Flight)
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FACE CLAIM[/color]: // Fon Master Ion, Tales of the Abyss
OTHER CHARACTERS[/color]: // Hang Tuah (W2), Gabrielle Chevalier
MISC. INFORMATION[/color]: // Two free Caster slots in Primus, thought I'd swipe one (as the profile rule seems to apply to extended slots in W2). Borrowed a lot of stuff from the other profiles of this same hero...they were all Casters and all, and I asked for permission.
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