Name: Sam Benson
Age: 23
Description: Although he is thin, Sam has a rather imposing figure. His build is sinewy and he wears a dark tank top and an open black jacket with his hood up on his upper body. His lower body is a pair of jeans, a chain wallet, and boots. His arms are both covered in a tattoo sleeve (
Left and
Right) reaching from his shoulder down to his wrist (only visible completely with his jacket off). His brown hair is kept cut short, not quite being a skin head but not long enough to really flow in the breeze. His eyes seem sunken in yet are a piercing shade of green in color. He keeps a clean shaven face and his complexion is just a tad pale.
Sam has a rather direct and cold personality. He seems to distrust others and keep to himself for the most part but once he gets involved his demeanor and appearance demand attention. He doesn't search for fights per se but he does look like he would involve himself in one if he saw one if at least to end it. Can be an asshole at times.
It's almost surreal when I try to think back on all the things that have happened to me over the past five years... 5 years ago I was just your average American kid. Now I've got enough metal and cyberware in me to... Ugh, I've never really been good with analogies. I'll just stop bullshitting around and say what happened.
My name is Samael Benson, please just call me Sam though. I'm 23 now so this all began when I was 18 and I was legally allowed to sign contracts without parental consent. I only bring that up because it's essentially what screwed me over.
I was in need of some money and I heard that this corporation was hiring testers for some new thing. I honestly barely read the ad or the contract they handed me, all I thought was going on was I was going to get paid to have some medicine or something tested on me. Well as it turns out through some shady shit I entered a contractual agreement to allow my body to be augmented by this company and then after some point when they had enough metal in me I was considered property as I had more of their stuff in me than some percentage.
At the time some people in North America weren't exactly really accepting of this new magic thing that was around, my employers being one of them. Me personally I didn't really give two shits since I didn't have an ounce of magic in me and neither did any of my friends. Well this apparently made me a valuable asset to the company. This company was a PMC and they were starting testing, with me, in developing a soldier that would essentially be a high tech Witch Hunter.
Being a Witch Hunter wasn't exactly easy on me to start. I went under the knife almost weekly to get new 'toys' as the lab coats in R&D put it. First I got weaponry, an assortment of metal blades that hid in my arms, hands, and fingers. They felt heavy for awhile and moving my arms at all was a painful experience. To fix this they pumped me up with some nano-machines that weaved additional fibers onto my muscles making me stronger and faster than the standard human. They began putting me under some special forces training while they got ready for my next wave of enhancements.
As strange as these things in my arms were, they honestly were the most normal of anything I ever got from that company. I was never ready for the shit they started putting in me then.
First they loaded my head up with additional personalities of well trained fighters. The extra voices in my head caused me to go insane for a short while though and after a killing spree they had to get 6 men to hold me down and knock me out so they could remove the 2 AIs. It was the first time I had ever killed... Yet the AIs somehow shared experiences or some weird thing like that. I knew it was my first time but it just felt like old business since the voices had done it before...
After removing those they tried loading me up with a speed chip. The idea was that it would slow down my perception of time thus allowing me to make split-second decisions and fight better. Problem was the assholes didn't seem to realize that doing that made me perceive time slower always. They tried to convince me to just get used to it but perceiving seconds as being 10 times longer isn't something easily gotten used to.
Apparently after some heated argument I blacked out and when I awoke time was back to normal and they told me I needed to take these tests with more grace. I was exhibiting signs of a mental affliction they had coined as "cyberpsychosis". It meant that the machines they were putting in me were making me more dangerous and aggressive as my body wasn't accepting the new tech easily. It freaked me the fuck out to be honest. I never asked to be this killing machine yet here they were blaming me for doing what they had built me to do, just at the wrong targets. I guess the good news after all of that was the speed chip now had an on/off switch. It used more power but it kept me a bit more human in my head.
Speaking of power, as one would expect all these upgrades had a cost. For awhile they tried to just pump me up with nutritious fluid that tasted like shit and I drank essentially nothing but electrolyte-rich water. This wasn't exactly a very portable solution as they had found out though so they started thinking of other ways to power me. It had to be rechargeable because as they found out the hard way putting a battery in me would eventually just die and leave me extremely tired. What they eventually figured out was rather... morbid. Along my spine they aligned a series of empty power cells that were hooked up to my arms. I was a Witch Hunter so they figured why not have me powered by magic? They started bringing in these people that they told me were magical in some way or another. I was never given names, backgrounds, ages, or anything. All I knew was when I hit them a feeling of euphoria would spread through my body from the power cells and refusing to do so would elicit painful shocks. Turns out the lab coats found out that magic could be absorbed from flesh and blood of the enemies into my system. Hell, even a direct hit from the stuff would fill my reserves up a bit. The euphoric sense was there way of trying to train me to kill them and the shock to deter me from being merciful. It was fucked up, I was being desensitized from murdering anyone painted as a target. Young, old, it didn't matter, they were just targets now, no generators. I had learned after awhile to just instantly kill anyone they told me to kill and feel guilt later as the shocks were starting to become harmful leaving burns on my person. I felt horrible all the time, I still feel horrible for what I did. A jobs a job though, and under contract I had to...
That magical energy powered me the hell up though. I had more than enough energy from just one kill to do whatever I wanted or needed. I was able to overdrive my enhancements and even provide energy to my natural body through the nanobots to perform feats of the supernatural variety. Sure I couldn't do many and after I figured this out I was back to needing to regularly kill, but I would be lying if I didn't always feel a rush of excitement when I moved so quickly I was essentially teleporting.
There of course were many cyberware implants that they tried to put in my that never quite took. For a time they tried another nanomachine injection, this time they would make me have thicker skin and harder to hurt. These made it hard for me to use my weapons though as sometimes they wouldn't puncture my skin. The only other time they tried throwing nanomachines in me was with a rapid healing concoction. They quickly had to modify their timing though as they worked too well and started healing me right around my blades which would leave me with holes in my hands and arms and not very inconspicuous. One of my least favorite additions was the replacement of my eyes with enhanced cyberoptics. It ended up being too much for me and the cost outweighed the benefit. Surgery after fixing that left me blind for awhile; I fucking hated being blind. Hmmm... What else did they stick in me... Guns were a thing for a bit as well as a buzz-saw; neither worked well. Oh yeah, once they threw in me a thing they called Pain Editors. They nullified the pain I would feel although I would still feel things hitting me. It was weird, stress tests basically just felt uncomfortable and then I would randomly pass out from my body not being able to withstand hits anymore. They had to rip them out because they made me cocky and I wasn't fighting for survival or some shit like that. Weird shit man, I don't see why they felt the need to constantly fill me with fucking metal.
The lab coats eventually came up with one last thing to stuff into my body to make me the perfect Witch Hunter. A portable anti-magic field. It was a big power drain on me, using full reserves to power the thing in a short range for about 5-10 minutes, but the thing worked. It was the final nail in the coffin for some of these people. All they had for defense most of the time was this magic but after just a few seconds of exposure suddenly they were just sacks of meat as long as they were around me.
After some more time they finally released me into the world to do my job. They gave me a radar, a pat on the back, and a "good luck" before pushing me outside. I wanted to slaughter every single one of them in Cold Blood for the things they put inside me and the things they made me do but I couldn't and they knew it. They put high voltage cyberware inside of me that they said they could set off anytime they deemed it necessary. They also had one other fail safe made that I particularly hated. It didn't harm me whatsoever, no, it was much deadlier than that. It was "The Death Engine." They never tested it more than once or twice when in the facility and for obvious reasons. Any time I was feeling especially bold and shocks didn't seem to push me to killing they flipped a switch and low voltage shocks would be targeted at certain parts of my brain, shutting down impeding logic centers and leaving me with just primal instincts and a basic AI with a Bloodlust. Anything with a heat signature is painted a target, magic or not it didn't matter. I would wake up minutes or hours later and be surrounded by dead bodies. It ensured I would kill my targets as I would rather have just a few dead bodies from an area rather than entire building.
So I left the building with their blessing knowing I would do their work willing or not. Most of my body is scar tissue and machinery and the chemicals in my head wired me to kill and fear. I hate the name but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't true in one way or another. My name is Samael... The Destroyer.
Stats:
- Health: 15
- Mana: 15
- Speed: 20
- Skill: 10
- Strength: 20
- Magic: 10
- Defense: 5
- Resistance: 5
Equipment: ((Sorry if these don't make a lot of sense in the grand scheme of things, I'm taking inspiration from Cyberpunk 2020 and adapting it to this))
- Neuralware
- Speed Chip - Sam has an implanted chip that when activated give him enhanced reflexes for a limited time.
- Bioware
- Grafted Muscles - Increased musculature as well as an increase in strength that brings him far above the average human. At the cost of energy he can bring these levels to super-human levels allowing him to hit much harder and move much faster.
- Rapid Healing - Only active when not using weapons and he is calmed down from a fight. Sam's wounds will recover quickly.
Note: Only one set of Cyberweapons can be used at a time (switching between is a free action though)- Rippers - 6 inches of curved metal can be extended from Sam's fingertips.
- Wolvers - Essentially Wolverine claws ((yeah I know, unoriginal and stuff but again I blame Cyberpunk 2020, they had these listed and I felt they fit a theme I was going for sorta))
- BigRipp - A long blade that protrudes along Sam's forearms
- Implants
- Anti Magic Field Generator (AMF Generator) - Requires a large amount of energy but for a time Sam can make Magic unusable in an area around him (full reserves required)
- Arcana Absorption Apparatus (AAA) - Sam is not magical at all thus is incapable of creating his own mana. This implant however allows him to convert magic either from the blood of his enemies or from magical attacks hitting him into usable energy that he can use to super power some of his cyberware as well as keep him from tiring himself out quickly. If Sam doesn't use excess energy quickly the AAA depletes naturally and leaves only enough to sustain Sam (He starts combat at 0 mana/energy unless he was fighting a magical being a short time ago)
- Death Engine - Sam's handlers implanted this inside him as a control mechanism. If they feel he isn't getting a job done quickly enough they can turn this on making Sam incapable of discerning friend from foe and attacking wantonly. Sam seems to be capable of activating this himself as well although only in times of extreme stress. When activated his movements are much more aggressive and he is much deadlier.
Ability:
- Flash Step (Small: 2 mana) - Sam diverts energy from the AAA to his legs allowing him to move at blinding speeds, effectively allowing him to teleport short distances
- Power Attack (Small: 2 mana)- Energy is diverted to Sam's arms and legs allowing for attacks to do much more damage
- Bullet Time (Small: 2 mana)- Energy is diverted to Sam's Speed Chip Neuralware, allowing for either a greater effect or a longer effect.
- Anti Magic Field (Big: 9 mana)- Full Energy Reserves are depleted and Sam creates an Anti Magic Field around him.
- Death Engine Manual Override (Medium: 3 mana) - As described above, Sam has the capability to activate the Death Engine manually. It generally is activated by reflex however in times of extreme stress where things are a matter of life or death for him.
TIL: You can't make lists within lists on Bay12's forums. I also learned I can actually write a lot when I choose to just sorta sit down and write. Also hi SB good to see you again.
Anyway, back to Blazblue Chronophantasma because TERUMI IS THE BEST EVER AND I LOVE FIGHTING WITH HIM.
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