Abilities
Demonic Influence (1500E)
Agility Rank 5 + 1000E
Endurance Rank 3 + 300E
Adaptation
-Immunity to Pain + 200E
Hell has claimed Nico, allowing his mortal body certain privileges as a mark of status. This includes some really, really fancy footwork, radical abs, and a delicious tolerance for getting the shit beaten out of him.
The Red Chord (900E)
Sense (+200E)
— Activation (-50E)
— Removable (-50E)
Adaptation (Immune to Pain) + 200E
— Affects Multiple + 100
— Activation - 50
— Removable - 50
Agility 3 + 600E
— Affects Multiple + 100
— Activation - 50
— Removable - 50
This is it. It's THE ONE. A legendary artefact, right here. The SAME guitar that was busted across the sweet angelic face of Sutor Woriya themself. Shudder in fear, ye mortal morsels, for Nico Cinder is coming to melt your faces off. The guitar functions as a normal acoustic guitar would, but when it senses negative emotion, like anger or despair or the like, it roars with the intensity of a thousand angsty teens. Never underestimate the power of music - Nico can whip up a sicknasty riff, I mean he can REALLY put those power chords to work, man. So much so, in fact, that allies within earshot of his grindy, dulcet tones are inspired to ignore the weight of their sins and armor. It takes a little time to start ripping and tearing into the notes, though, say about ten seconds into a song for the effects to take place. Further more, it IS just a guitar. It can be broken, stolen, and fall prey to other unfortunate fates. In fact, sometimes Nico smashes it just for funsies. Eventually, it poofs back to him in a puff of embers and smoke. Allies affected move like people possessed. Possessed by the power of ROCK. They ignore their aching, torn-up flesh prisons and fight harder than their means would normally allow. Open up that fucking pit.
"Open up that fucking pit!"
-Nico Cinder
Occedia Skateboard (200E)
Movement Rank 1 + 200E
Nico’s Skateboard is average as far as most boards go. It functions as a typical skateboard would. Curiously, it rides perfectly well without griptape, which allows any who gaze upon this mastercrafted board to admire the black wood the deck was cut from. The word “Occedia” is carved in white script on the right side of the board parallel to its edge. The board can be broken like any old hunk of wood, but will respawn within a matter of moments in a cloud of embers and smoke, complete with different, fresh as fuck deck art.
Occedia is a made up word loosely based on Latin that loosely translates to "Fading Light", but don't tell Nico that.
He has yet to master the skill, but the board has several transformative properties and counting.
Config: Avtomat Kalashnikova (AK-47) (300E)
Damage Rank 3 + 300E
— Ranged (+150)
— Chaotic (-150)
Ah yes, the Motherland’s Workhorse. To activate this form of the Occedia, Nico simply needs to dismount, hold the board by the trucks as one would a rifle, and point it at things you want to stop moving! The board twists and contorts into the shape of the revolution at will. The wooden stock is the same dark shade as the deck of the board. Nico is still learning the ins and outs of turning skateboards into revolutionary weapons, so sometimes the damn thing jams, along with a slew of other technical problems that pop up more or less at random.
Config: BAP! (Bash And Poke) (300E)
Damage Rank 2 (200E)
Protection Rank 2 (200E)
— Side Effect 2 (-100)
“BAP! Is the sound your fucking face makes when I bounce this shiny piece of metal off of it, bitch.” - Nico Cinder
The buckler and poker transformation occurs when Nico pulls outward on the board’s trucks, as if he were trying to tear it apart in the most inconvenient way possible. Upon enough force, the board separates into two pieces naturally: a sword and shield.
The shield is of the smaller variety, a buckler in the shape of a hexagon. Primarily used in close combat to counter and parry, the shield could possibly be used to block small projectiles provided Nico has the wits and reflex to catch them. The front of the shield is painted in matching style to whatever deck art was on the board when it split.
The sword is barely a sword, but too long to be considered a knife or dagger. It was crafted in the form of a Roman Gladius, 22 inches long from hilt to stabby end. The blade is made of a black metal, the hilt wrapped in dark leather.
Bearing these relics is...taxing, to say the least. The shield gets warmer and warmer the longer it stays on his forearm, never quite getting hot enough for the pain to be excruciating, only very uncomfortable. It almost reminds him of getting tattooed. (Side Effect)
As with the shield, if he holds the poker for too long, its curse makes itself known. A nasty cut will form on the palm of his hand. If Nico continues to ignore the warnings, whispers and murmurs begin to pour out from the weaponry that only he can hear. At the curse’s strongest, Nico’s arms will become mostly numb until another transformation occurs (I.e. he can use them to perform basic actions, but fighting and other technical abilities will be greatly hindered)
Hellfire Cigarettes (625E)
Damage Rank 5 (500E)
-- Affects Multiple: 40ft(+500)
-- Ranged(+250)
-- Activation: 10 seconds or more(-250)
-- Indiscriminate(-250)
-- Side Effect(-250)
-- Weakness(-125)
Not sure if you knew, but the devil smokes cigarettes. He happens to own a handful of shares in most major tobacco companies. Nico's Hellfire Cigarettes are nifty little things that he can puff on, like any old other cigarette, except these have a bit of extra kick to them. After taking a moment to light the square and have himself a healthy drag, (Activation) Nico may either exhale a short range burst/cone of flames in a shotgun-style spread, or simply flick the unfinished cigarette. If Nico didn't give 'em the old dragon's breath, the flicked death stick remains charged with volatile hellfire, exploding into inferno at the slightest contact.
The explosive power of hell is unruly, and when the flames come out of Nico's throat, it does indeed burn something fierce. He'll have a hard time screaming or even communicating verbally for some time afterwards, which essentially renders the Red Chord's buff useless until he gets something to drink or some other reprieve. "Chainsmoking" (Chainsploding?) will physically injure Nico to varying degrees of intensity dependent on context. (Side Effect)
Furthermore, flame knows neither friend or foe, and while Nico can somewhat aim the exhale, allies caught in the explosion from a flicked cigarette will likely not be spared. (Indiscriminate)
Considering this power comes straight from down below, holy artifacts, energies, and beings from various faiths are naturally resistant to the fires of hell. (Weakness: Holy)
Summons
The Pale Horse
Summoning (300E)
Damage Rank 5 (500E)
- Ranged (250E)
- Chaotic (-250)
Speed Rank 4 (800)
- Ongoing (400)
Flight Rank 4 - 800E
- Finite (-200)
- Limited (-200)
Variable Creation Rank 2 - 400
- Chaotic (-100E)
Nico's brushes with Death have, for the most part, been amicable. The last time they hung out, Death even took him for a ride on
Its sweet ass Harley. They had such a riproarin time, that Death felt so inclined as to give Nico a set of spare keys that can summon this sick ride at the sound of a chirp.
This is that Harley.
Wrapped in a ghostly, smoky glow, the Pale Horse is a sentient motorcycle. A NICE one. The frame and gas tank seem to be hewn from a solid chunk of pearl, with a small, stylized black skull lovingly spray painted beneath the fuel gauge - the only splash of color on the thing besides the tires. It rides like a dream. Floats like one too, able to hover roughly seven feet off the ground at the press of a button. The bike can maintain or glide through the air for as long as it has Spirit Energy in the tank; when empty, the bike and whoever may be riding it falls to the ground if they ain't already on their way. This enigmatic machinery generates this Spirit Energy while moving on the ground, the wheels acting as conduits and generators for this forsaken purpose.
The saddlebags on either side of The Pale Horse are filled with a seemingly never-ending supply of weaponry and miscellaneous (though sometimes useless) items. So much so that not even Death itself can know what weapon will herald it next. A pistol? A PLASMA pistol? A spear? A sawn-off shotgun? A bar of solid gold? Maybe a banana peel? Woe befall the fool that does not master drifting mechanics, for they shall meet their yellow, slippery end by Nico's hand.
Affinities
The Devil's Own Luck (Lucky!) +1 Focus at level 1, +2 Focus at level 5, and +3 Focus at level 9
Master Skills (900E)
150E Athletics (Skateboarding Rank 3)
250E Craft (Bartending Rank 5)
250E Performance (Musician Rank 5)
250E Craft (Tattooing Rank 5)
200E Driving (Motorcycles/two wheeled vehicles Rank 4)
Current Spent Ess: 6,725