Post by Jadeite Athelstan on Aug 21, 2024 17:56:06 GMT -6
Name: Jadeite Athelstan
Alias: The Sculpted Scholar. Prometheus. ‘A Tea Merchant of No Consequence’.
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Species: Clay Man (Golem Subpsecies)
Date of Birth: Unrecorded date in summer, 1864
Place of Birth: The Island of Polythreme.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Friends/Allies: None yet on this world. Back home? Mr. Wines. The Bohemian Sculptress. The University of Summerset College.
Enemies: Still focused on back home. Mr. Fires. The Fingerkings of Parabola. Dr. Gideon Orthos.
Appearance: Secondary notes compared to image. Jadeite’s skin is a light gray, with a hardened clay texture. While his hair is a construct of jade crystals.
Face Claim: Enkidu – Fate/Grand Order
Personality: Eccentric by Neathy standards, borderline insane by Surface standards. Still, Jadeite is primarily a cheerful sort. Dedicated, hardworking, helpful to the downtrodden… a sparkling record if one overlooks the occasional strangling of a plagiarist aiming at his scientific work. A partially manufactured record, as Jadeite balances between being genuinely compassionate and self-serving. Really what’s a little ‘pruning’ of what’s known publicly about business to keep a clean reputation? And well, keep the things the public isn’t ready to know unknown a bit longer. A Correspondent has to be careful with the forbidden knowledge… No matter how much of it he'll be dragging kicking and screaming into the domain of scientific understanding.
Special Abilities: Clay Man Physiology: As one might guess, being a seven foot tall creature made of stone and crystal is ‘special’ by human standards. Jadeite benefits from an all-around metahuman physique. A punch from Jadeite is a bone shattering affair for a normal human. While his race boasts incredible stamina, the clay man’s strongest natural trait is sheer durability. As one who has undergone further training, and some paranormal modification, to refine this… Jadeite is the kind of creature capable of shrugging off small arms fire and stumbling away from a car crash as if it were merely an inconvenience. While on the lower end of the scale by meta-human standards, Jadeite has also improved himself to a level of speed and agility beyond ‘human’.
Eldritch-Touched Psyche: Repeated exposure to eldritch horrors and violations of to the laws of time and physics have left Jadeite with a… particularly unique thought process. In becoming a touch eldritch himself Jadeite benefits from a strong natural resilience to mental interference. Rather it be enemy psychic attacks, mind reading, or having a staring contest with an incomprehensible entity. Possession attempts are decidedly uncomfortable for the possessor.
A Scholar of The Correspondence: Jadeite has spent much of his life’s work in an effort to become the foremost expert on The Correspondence throughout The Neath. Becoming not only fluent in The Language of Xanadu but highly resistant to its destructive effects. The Correspondence is a language of magic utilized by various eldritch and higher beings of Jadeite’s homeworld. It bears strong affinities to magic of fire, light, and law. Especially fire, as so much as reading Correspondence incorrectly can cause one to spontaneously combust . While the Correspondence as Law can turn phrases written in its sigils into commands against beings or even natural phenomena.
Jadeite can read it correctly, safely, inscribe the runes in record time, and is one of the few human…ish people able to outright speak this scorching tongue. Dealing with such matters is even his day job.
Artisan of the Red Science: In the Neath, the laws of reality can come a little loose. The Red Science is a dedicated study of things like effects coming before their causes, streets drifting throughout a city, and how to commit these Treacheries oneself. Be it for merely repairing afflictions or given time and the right supplies Jadeite can accomplish lesser scale reality warping. Such skills accessorize well with the Correspondence. Which can lead to some small-scale Treacheries even without building proper tools.
Assorted Esoteric Knowledge: Every man has his specialties, and skills acquired purely for the thrill of it. He’s unraveled a little bit of “mortals shouldn’t know this” in a myriad of flavors such as… ‘Chesswork’ (abnormal spycraft), Cthonosophy (Tracing Time and Origins), Discordance (Frosty Tongue of Chaos), Glasswork (Mirrors, Parabola) Kataleptic Toxicology (Unnatural Poisons), Mithridacy (Of ‘Truthful’ Misdirection), Monstrous Anatomy (Beasts man was not meant to know), Shapeling Arts (of transformation), Zeefaring (Zailing dark waters).
Damage Resistance: Damage percentage estimates to better make sense of Jadeite’s durability.
Base Value: 30%
Physical: 75% - Able to negate some sub-meta-human attacks outright.
Enchanted Physical: 40%
Fire: 90% - Same partial invulnerability as physical.
Correspondence: 75%
Water: 10%
Ice: 50%
Discordance: 40%
Psionic: 50%
Electricity: 60%
Weaknesses: Clay Man Physiology: It’s damnably inconvenient to weigh nearly half a ton and one can forget about swimming without eldritch aid. Human medicine is nearly useless to Jadeite due to his differing bodily composition. Unable to keep pace with metahumans built for speed.
Eldritch-Touched Psyche: There is still a breaking point to one’s insanity tolerance… and the risk of coming across as a raving lunatic to those of less interesting educations.
A Scholar of the Correspondence: The career is bloody expensive. In that it requires extraordinary materials to make higher grade effects possible. While Jadeite can protect himself from Correspondence backlash easily enough… There are issues with accidental friendly fire from allies looking at the wrong sigil too hard. As a language, the Correspondence may not be translated by supernatural means. Which makes learning it hazardously inconvenient.
Artisan of the Red Science: Same problem with materials as above. Red Science effects and constructs have a weakness toward Law Magic working to ‘correct’ their ‘errors’. Artifacts capable of causing wide-area Red Science alterations are rarely capable of defending themselves.
Assorted Esoteric Knowledge: Many applications of these feats are simply not designed with the mundane world of Earth in mind. Degrading their usefulness due to increased difficulty in rendering them functional, supplying materials, etc.
Weapons:An Endless Pot of Violant Ink: A seemingly eternal supply of Violant Ink contained in an improbably durable glass inkwell. Violant is not a misspelling, but a magical color from The Neath. A color of viciously vivid memory and desperate treaties. One could recall something they’d read in Violant ink for nearly a lifetime.
The Correspondence is channeled well through such ink. With the pot itself being a Correspondence artifact. Nothing short of other high-grade Correspondence could destroy it, and it regenerates this mythical ink at a steady pace. Although this still takes enough time that a demanding battle could run Jadeite out of ink for a time. Spell catalysts are a form of weapon, no?
Correspondent’s Rapier-Pen: A thrusting sword of Neathy steel alloy heavily modified through the Red Science. Correspondence engraved into the handguard render it durable enough to be welded full time by a clay man and retain sharpness. Even with sporting a little hollow running through the blade to store, and violently inject, violant ink. This injection is venomous, as violant chemicals naturally overheat the body, evenly slowly scorching away blood cells… and are dangerously prone to igniting. It’d be a bad day indeed if enough of this ink built up for Jadeite to invoke a Correspondence Sigil inside of you.
Honest Butcher’s Tool: The Force to the Rapier’s Finesse. A sharpened meat hook large enough to be wielded as a crude curved sword. Even Jadeite isn’t sure what it’s made of. Merely as a product of the mysterious Mr Hearts, a Master of the Echo Bazaar, the weaponized hook is a phenomenal metal. The Butcher’s tool is an artifact of Kataleptic Toxicology. Sporting venom with both hemotoxin and neurotoxin properties inductive to a slow, creeping, paralysis of wounded limbs. Alongside slowing even super-human regeneration to a crawl so long as it remains in one’s system. Which could be long as eight hours after a strike.
Occupation: Correspondent. No, not mail related. Professional assistance with The Correspondence.
Sexuality:Bisexual, male leaning.
Relationship Status: Single
Religoin:Venerates the Goddess Stone, Light of the Elder Continent.
Politics: A good question, not a wise one.
Likes:Linguistics, Scientific Research (Red or otherwise), wine.
Dislikes:Willful Ignorance, Abuse of Power From The Upper Class, Plagiarism
History: “WELCOME TO POLYTHREME. HERE IS SCREAMING.”
For appearing as naturally British as the product of a long line of aristocrats… Jadeite is in truth a creature of Polythreme. Like all men (and women) of Clay and Sculpture. An island nation on the dark Unterzee within the vast dark caverns known as The Neath. An island where nothing is truly dead, houses scream, coins plot downfalls, stay long enough and your own clothes may join the screaming. Jadeite was formed from the islands unnatural and ubiquitously present vitality like any Clay Man. Emerging fully formed from a particularly lively seam of stone. Childhood was relative. Stumbling into life formed as if in his late teens and all. And ever curious as Polythreme was scream-y.
It was that curiosity that quickly led Jadeite to his lifelong fascination with The Correspondence. The perpetual boredom of being ‘born’ immobile had made many Polythremean books equivalent to teachers with nothing but time on their pages. Jadeite’s many impromptu lessons, inquiries, and debattles eventually led to one particularly peculiar chimeral archive of lead tablets. Abandoned by a foreign researcher, written and frequently shrieking in a language that set Jadeite aflame repeatedly. One encounter with a creature of the Correspondence was all Jadeite needed to decide on his life’s work. Even if the old hag set him aflame yet again for announcing this. And as Polythreme played far to safely with the scorching sigils… He journeyed to London. The Fifth Fallen City. Current Capital, so London declares, of The Neath.
“Astounding that London looks far as Polythreme for workers, and yet is so painfully unimaginative with employment.”
The Journey was simple enough to bypass funding. Many merchant magnates of London were avid to ‘import’ Clay Men as labor. Jadeite’s greatest impediment was repeated attempts to bring Correspondence tablets or tomes along for the ride. Well, that and it barely took three minutes to tire of carrying boxes along London’s docks. Superior employment was something the overall system of London was jerry rigged to keep out of the hands of no-name foreigners. This version of the Victorian Era was unkind to the common worker. Yet for Jadeite, there’s this Department of Menace Eradication and a willingness to personally strangle Marsh Wolves with a taste for his meaty coworkers. The physique of a Clay Man is well suited for ‘pest control’… and it’s far more entertaining as means to fund his studies anyway.
London had long since acquired an expectation of Clay Men to be placid and obedient. The city really had no idea until it was much too late how to handle one with ambition. Jadeite spent the next several years climbing, cavorting, strangling, and favor currying his way into becoming a self-made man. No amount of immigrant resentment, upper class snobbishness, nor even subtle discouragement from the Masters of the Echo Bazaar did much to impede The Sculpted Scholar. And by the time he’d spearheaded the founding of a Department of Correspondence Studies at Summerset University, Jadeite wouldn’t be expelled by anything short of assassination. But really what was important to Jadeite about all this was the university finally permitting a dedicated laboratory for his usage. Fortunately, with findings worthy of publishing, the laboratory became a largely self-sustaining venture. Even if Jadeite had to occasionally play ‘whack a plagiarist’.
“To think that everything actually went so smoothly… Wonder how long it’ll be till I’ve Queen Victoria considering the notion of Clay Nobility.”
When one manages to live a dream, why not be hedonistic and chase a few others? Red Science and Shapeling Arts, alongside a few assistants, made for a fine ticket to a thinner frame for living among humans. And why not ‘solve’ the problem of a Clay Man’s natural baldness why we’re at it? Establish a permanent gate and base camp into Parabola? Take up a second eldritch language? Bag a legendary monster to peak one’s secondary career? A round or three of jolly murdering with Heart’s Game? Jadeite saw no reason to stop at trying to live it all… Well, whenever the majority of his time could be spent away from continuing current enterprises.
Of course, life isn’t all false stars and blossoming mushrooms. But who would have guessed it’d be spoiled by some unknown power a few realities over mucking up hard enough to destabilize reality? An extra dimensional disruption rocking his personal Parabolan portal in the midst of transit was… unforeseen on several levels. As was ending up on the Surface in the wrong reality. Many a vexation to fix. A new mystery is always fun, but this one is a touch too bloody inconvenient with being stuck on the wrong side of it.
Alias: The Sculpted Scholar. Prometheus. ‘A Tea Merchant of No Consequence’.
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Species: Clay Man (Golem Subpsecies)
Date of Birth: Unrecorded date in summer, 1864
Place of Birth: The Island of Polythreme.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Friends/Allies: None yet on this world. Back home? Mr. Wines. The Bohemian Sculptress. The University of Summerset College.
Enemies: Still focused on back home. Mr. Fires. The Fingerkings of Parabola. Dr. Gideon Orthos.
Appearance: Secondary notes compared to image. Jadeite’s skin is a light gray, with a hardened clay texture. While his hair is a construct of jade crystals.
Face Claim: Enkidu – Fate/Grand Order
Personality: Eccentric by Neathy standards, borderline insane by Surface standards. Still, Jadeite is primarily a cheerful sort. Dedicated, hardworking, helpful to the downtrodden… a sparkling record if one overlooks the occasional strangling of a plagiarist aiming at his scientific work. A partially manufactured record, as Jadeite balances between being genuinely compassionate and self-serving. Really what’s a little ‘pruning’ of what’s known publicly about business to keep a clean reputation? And well, keep the things the public isn’t ready to know unknown a bit longer. A Correspondent has to be careful with the forbidden knowledge… No matter how much of it he'll be dragging kicking and screaming into the domain of scientific understanding.
Special Abilities: Clay Man Physiology: As one might guess, being a seven foot tall creature made of stone and crystal is ‘special’ by human standards. Jadeite benefits from an all-around metahuman physique. A punch from Jadeite is a bone shattering affair for a normal human. While his race boasts incredible stamina, the clay man’s strongest natural trait is sheer durability. As one who has undergone further training, and some paranormal modification, to refine this… Jadeite is the kind of creature capable of shrugging off small arms fire and stumbling away from a car crash as if it were merely an inconvenience. While on the lower end of the scale by meta-human standards, Jadeite has also improved himself to a level of speed and agility beyond ‘human’.
Eldritch-Touched Psyche: Repeated exposure to eldritch horrors and violations of to the laws of time and physics have left Jadeite with a… particularly unique thought process. In becoming a touch eldritch himself Jadeite benefits from a strong natural resilience to mental interference. Rather it be enemy psychic attacks, mind reading, or having a staring contest with an incomprehensible entity. Possession attempts are decidedly uncomfortable for the possessor.
A Scholar of The Correspondence: Jadeite has spent much of his life’s work in an effort to become the foremost expert on The Correspondence throughout The Neath. Becoming not only fluent in The Language of Xanadu but highly resistant to its destructive effects. The Correspondence is a language of magic utilized by various eldritch and higher beings of Jadeite’s homeworld. It bears strong affinities to magic of fire, light, and law. Especially fire, as so much as reading Correspondence incorrectly can cause one to spontaneously combust . While the Correspondence as Law can turn phrases written in its sigils into commands against beings or even natural phenomena.
Jadeite can read it correctly, safely, inscribe the runes in record time, and is one of the few human…ish people able to outright speak this scorching tongue. Dealing with such matters is even his day job.
Artisan of the Red Science: In the Neath, the laws of reality can come a little loose. The Red Science is a dedicated study of things like effects coming before their causes, streets drifting throughout a city, and how to commit these Treacheries oneself. Be it for merely repairing afflictions or given time and the right supplies Jadeite can accomplish lesser scale reality warping. Such skills accessorize well with the Correspondence. Which can lead to some small-scale Treacheries even without building proper tools.
Assorted Esoteric Knowledge: Every man has his specialties, and skills acquired purely for the thrill of it. He’s unraveled a little bit of “mortals shouldn’t know this” in a myriad of flavors such as… ‘Chesswork’ (abnormal spycraft), Cthonosophy (Tracing Time and Origins), Discordance (Frosty Tongue of Chaos), Glasswork (Mirrors, Parabola) Kataleptic Toxicology (Unnatural Poisons), Mithridacy (Of ‘Truthful’ Misdirection), Monstrous Anatomy (Beasts man was not meant to know), Shapeling Arts (of transformation), Zeefaring (Zailing dark waters).
Damage Resistance: Damage percentage estimates to better make sense of Jadeite’s durability.
Base Value: 30%
Physical: 75% - Able to negate some sub-meta-human attacks outright.
Enchanted Physical: 40%
Fire: 90% - Same partial invulnerability as physical.
Correspondence: 75%
Water: 10%
Ice: 50%
Discordance: 40%
Psionic: 50%
Electricity: 60%
Weaknesses: Clay Man Physiology: It’s damnably inconvenient to weigh nearly half a ton and one can forget about swimming without eldritch aid. Human medicine is nearly useless to Jadeite due to his differing bodily composition. Unable to keep pace with metahumans built for speed.
Eldritch-Touched Psyche: There is still a breaking point to one’s insanity tolerance… and the risk of coming across as a raving lunatic to those of less interesting educations.
A Scholar of the Correspondence: The career is bloody expensive. In that it requires extraordinary materials to make higher grade effects possible. While Jadeite can protect himself from Correspondence backlash easily enough… There are issues with accidental friendly fire from allies looking at the wrong sigil too hard. As a language, the Correspondence may not be translated by supernatural means. Which makes learning it hazardously inconvenient.
Artisan of the Red Science: Same problem with materials as above. Red Science effects and constructs have a weakness toward Law Magic working to ‘correct’ their ‘errors’. Artifacts capable of causing wide-area Red Science alterations are rarely capable of defending themselves.
Assorted Esoteric Knowledge: Many applications of these feats are simply not designed with the mundane world of Earth in mind. Degrading their usefulness due to increased difficulty in rendering them functional, supplying materials, etc.
Weapons:An Endless Pot of Violant Ink: A seemingly eternal supply of Violant Ink contained in an improbably durable glass inkwell. Violant is not a misspelling, but a magical color from The Neath. A color of viciously vivid memory and desperate treaties. One could recall something they’d read in Violant ink for nearly a lifetime.
The Correspondence is channeled well through such ink. With the pot itself being a Correspondence artifact. Nothing short of other high-grade Correspondence could destroy it, and it regenerates this mythical ink at a steady pace. Although this still takes enough time that a demanding battle could run Jadeite out of ink for a time. Spell catalysts are a form of weapon, no?
Correspondent’s Rapier-Pen: A thrusting sword of Neathy steel alloy heavily modified through the Red Science. Correspondence engraved into the handguard render it durable enough to be welded full time by a clay man and retain sharpness. Even with sporting a little hollow running through the blade to store, and violently inject, violant ink. This injection is venomous, as violant chemicals naturally overheat the body, evenly slowly scorching away blood cells… and are dangerously prone to igniting. It’d be a bad day indeed if enough of this ink built up for Jadeite to invoke a Correspondence Sigil inside of you.
Honest Butcher’s Tool: The Force to the Rapier’s Finesse. A sharpened meat hook large enough to be wielded as a crude curved sword. Even Jadeite isn’t sure what it’s made of. Merely as a product of the mysterious Mr Hearts, a Master of the Echo Bazaar, the weaponized hook is a phenomenal metal. The Butcher’s tool is an artifact of Kataleptic Toxicology. Sporting venom with both hemotoxin and neurotoxin properties inductive to a slow, creeping, paralysis of wounded limbs. Alongside slowing even super-human regeneration to a crawl so long as it remains in one’s system. Which could be long as eight hours after a strike.
Occupation: Correspondent. No, not mail related. Professional assistance with The Correspondence.
Sexuality:Bisexual, male leaning.
Relationship Status: Single
Religoin:Venerates the Goddess Stone, Light of the Elder Continent.
Politics: A good question, not a wise one.
Likes:Linguistics, Scientific Research (Red or otherwise), wine.
Dislikes:Willful Ignorance, Abuse of Power From The Upper Class, Plagiarism
History: “WELCOME TO POLYTHREME. HERE IS SCREAMING.”
For appearing as naturally British as the product of a long line of aristocrats… Jadeite is in truth a creature of Polythreme. Like all men (and women) of Clay and Sculpture. An island nation on the dark Unterzee within the vast dark caverns known as The Neath. An island where nothing is truly dead, houses scream, coins plot downfalls, stay long enough and your own clothes may join the screaming. Jadeite was formed from the islands unnatural and ubiquitously present vitality like any Clay Man. Emerging fully formed from a particularly lively seam of stone. Childhood was relative. Stumbling into life formed as if in his late teens and all. And ever curious as Polythreme was scream-y.
It was that curiosity that quickly led Jadeite to his lifelong fascination with The Correspondence. The perpetual boredom of being ‘born’ immobile had made many Polythremean books equivalent to teachers with nothing but time on their pages. Jadeite’s many impromptu lessons, inquiries, and debattles eventually led to one particularly peculiar chimeral archive of lead tablets. Abandoned by a foreign researcher, written and frequently shrieking in a language that set Jadeite aflame repeatedly. One encounter with a creature of the Correspondence was all Jadeite needed to decide on his life’s work. Even if the old hag set him aflame yet again for announcing this. And as Polythreme played far to safely with the scorching sigils… He journeyed to London. The Fifth Fallen City. Current Capital, so London declares, of The Neath.
“Astounding that London looks far as Polythreme for workers, and yet is so painfully unimaginative with employment.”
The Journey was simple enough to bypass funding. Many merchant magnates of London were avid to ‘import’ Clay Men as labor. Jadeite’s greatest impediment was repeated attempts to bring Correspondence tablets or tomes along for the ride. Well, that and it barely took three minutes to tire of carrying boxes along London’s docks. Superior employment was something the overall system of London was jerry rigged to keep out of the hands of no-name foreigners. This version of the Victorian Era was unkind to the common worker. Yet for Jadeite, there’s this Department of Menace Eradication and a willingness to personally strangle Marsh Wolves with a taste for his meaty coworkers. The physique of a Clay Man is well suited for ‘pest control’… and it’s far more entertaining as means to fund his studies anyway.
London had long since acquired an expectation of Clay Men to be placid and obedient. The city really had no idea until it was much too late how to handle one with ambition. Jadeite spent the next several years climbing, cavorting, strangling, and favor currying his way into becoming a self-made man. No amount of immigrant resentment, upper class snobbishness, nor even subtle discouragement from the Masters of the Echo Bazaar did much to impede The Sculpted Scholar. And by the time he’d spearheaded the founding of a Department of Correspondence Studies at Summerset University, Jadeite wouldn’t be expelled by anything short of assassination. But really what was important to Jadeite about all this was the university finally permitting a dedicated laboratory for his usage. Fortunately, with findings worthy of publishing, the laboratory became a largely self-sustaining venture. Even if Jadeite had to occasionally play ‘whack a plagiarist’.
“To think that everything actually went so smoothly… Wonder how long it’ll be till I’ve Queen Victoria considering the notion of Clay Nobility.”
When one manages to live a dream, why not be hedonistic and chase a few others? Red Science and Shapeling Arts, alongside a few assistants, made for a fine ticket to a thinner frame for living among humans. And why not ‘solve’ the problem of a Clay Man’s natural baldness why we’re at it? Establish a permanent gate and base camp into Parabola? Take up a second eldritch language? Bag a legendary monster to peak one’s secondary career? A round or three of jolly murdering with Heart’s Game? Jadeite saw no reason to stop at trying to live it all… Well, whenever the majority of his time could be spent away from continuing current enterprises.
Of course, life isn’t all false stars and blossoming mushrooms. But who would have guessed it’d be spoiled by some unknown power a few realities over mucking up hard enough to destabilize reality? An extra dimensional disruption rocking his personal Parabolan portal in the midst of transit was… unforeseen on several levels. As was ending up on the Surface in the wrong reality. Many a vexation to fix. A new mystery is always fun, but this one is a touch too bloody inconvenient with being stuck on the wrong side of it.
