Elliot Artificer
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The man pulls out a laud whistle and blows it as hard as he can.
The calliope music stops and the performing automatons settle down and quickly move back into their respective wagons.
“And now folks we prepare for our final show of the evening, but first I would like to take a moment to ask for any donations willing to be made. While anything donated is appreciated, lets just say that it isn’t *cough* absolutely necessary.”
A bucket on a long handle quickly protrudes from the wagon towards the crowd stopping only inches from the imaginary line that separates the show from the audience. -
“Was I not laud enough? I am Dr. Oliver RingMyster! Gentleman inventor and entertainer at your service! But not right now, if you’d excuse me though I have a show to run!”
The man walks back to orchestrate the robots and other machines.
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RingMyster takes notice of the concerned chief.
“Don’t worry missssay… Can’t you see we’re only her for fun and glee?”
He says, looking at her with a wide grin.
“Look and see!”
The man whistles and the smaller Mannequins link together to form a long chain, the Brute takes the chain and starts skipping rope with it, the ground shakes a little with each jump. -
“If you think that was amazing, hold onto your hats for part two!!!”
The man taps on the side of the second wagon.
The music stops abruptly.
Suddenly two huge metal arms covered in ribbons burst out of the side of the wagon, you can hear a deafening screech like roar as a massive gorilla like robot climbs out of the wagon.
But it suddenly stops and kneels down before the crowd.The twelve Mannequins jump into the air curled into a balls towards the huge machine and it starts juggling them as the music starts to pick up again.
Confetti flows out of the Mannequins as they fly through the air. -
As curious folk gather around, the strange man taps the side of his first wagon. Clicks and twangs can be heard as levers and wheels twirl to construct an elaborate display of finely painted signs and tapestry, in the center a red curtain.
“Onlooking viewers, what I have behind this curtain will be guaranteed to be the most splendid show to ever have been performed not by man, not by beast, BUT by MACHINES!!!!”
He suddenly pulls away the curtain, and after a moment, out of the darkened stage, one by one, a dozen colorfully painted long limb bobble headed marionette like automatons elegantly crawls onto the ground. The music picks up and the marionettes climb together and form a massive free standing snowflake like structure. Fireworks start to crack and fizzle from behind the wagon as the snowflake starts to spin around in a circle.
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“My creations are shocking and splendid! Beautiful yet terrifying! Have a gander but be warned, this show is not for the faint of heart!”
Do you approach the showman’s setup? You might be able to catch it latter if not. -
As the two start to head out of the village, they hear some what sounds like carnival music? A young man who appears to be in his 20’s is mounted on top of a wagon from a series of four wagons being pulled by what appear to be four metal horses. Multicolored lights flash on an off in alternating order as the wagons draw into the village, and the music gets louder.
The wagons stop in the middle of the clearing and the the man jumps off of the wagon with an exaggerated thud. He is dressed in a ringmasters black and red suite and top hat, pulling out a microphone the music suddenly stops and he announces,
“Ladies and Gents, Boys and Girls! Come and see the weird and wonderful world of Dr. O. Ringmyster!!!!!” -
<span style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23.7999992370605px;”>“I would have been so much easier if I just melted you all…”</span><br style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23.7999992370605px;” /><span style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23.7999992370605px;”>Elliot pulls out a control panel from his backpack and turns it on.</span><br style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23.7999992370605px;” /><span style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23.7999992370605px;”>“Anyway, my emitters are still set up and active around the building. If he’s isolated in one area of this facility, I can just flood that area with gamma and we can call it a day.”</span>
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<div id=”d4p-bbp-quote-46893″ style=”margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f9fafa;”>Name:Elliot Artificer</div>
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<div style=”margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f9fafa;”>Age:30(at least physically</div>
<div style=”margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f9fafa;”></div>
<div style=”margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f9fafa;”>Race: Human Cyborg(slightly retro looking)</div>
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<div style=”margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f9fafa;”>Powers:interchangeable plasma gun/welder arm attachment, implanted scientific devices(optical, nuclear, chemical, electronic), slightly above average strength, moderate hardware/software/wetware hacking skills, high radiation tolerance, suffers from boughts of extreme pain.</div>
<div style=”margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f9fafa;”></div>
<div style=”margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f9fafa;”>Personality:Loves to use humor in every situation, is often actually quite rude. Loves to cause mischief, even for his best friends. When solving issues, usually enjoys the most cynical solution.Backstory: Elliot was a surgical reject dumped by the OGA in the biological disposal yard outside the Pertrana Slums. Only thought to have been fully euthanized, Elliot was taken pity on by Dr. Hellena(former OGA scientist who escaped to the slums) and was resurrected with the the best technical equipment that the doctor had on hand. Having to rebuild a life lost to the OGA, Elliot picked up engineering skills from the good doctor along with survival lessons from life in the slums.</div> -
<span style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f9fafa;”>Name:Elliot Artificer</span>
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<p style=”margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; background-color: #f9fafa;”></p>
<p style=”margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; background-color: #f9fafa;”>Age:30(at least physically)</p>
<p style=”margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; background-color: #f9fafa;”></p>
<p style=”margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; background-color: #f9fafa;”>Race: Human Cyborg(slightly retro looking)</p>
<p style=”margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; background-color: #f9fafa;”></p>
<p style=”margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; background-color: #f9fafa;”>Powers:interchangeable plasma gun/welder arm attachment, implanted scientific devices(optical, nuclear, chemical, electronic), slightly above average strength, moderate hardware/software/wetware hacking skills, high radiation tolerance, suffers from boughts of extreme pain</p>
<p style=”margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; background-color: #f9fafa;”></p>
<p style=”margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; background-color: #f9fafa;”>Personality:Loves to use humor in every situation, is often actually quite rude. Loves to cause mischief, even for his best friends. When solving issues, usually enjoys the most cynical solution.</p>
<p style=”margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; background-color: #f9fafa;”></p>
<p style=”margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; background-color: #f9fafa;”>Backstory: Elliot was a surgical reject dumped by the OGA in the biological disposal yard outside the Pertrana Slums. Only thought to have been fully euthanized, Elliot was taken pity on by Dr. Hellena(former OGA scientist who escaped to the slums) and was resurrected with the the best technical equipment that the doctor had on hand. Having to rebuild a life lost to the OGA, Elliot picked up engineering skills from the good doctor along with survival lessons from life in the slums.</p> -
“Na, OGA experimental reject…”
“Some perks, mostly quirks.”
Elliot walked into the room, a bit miffed about how he no longer had any use for his new nuclear toys.
“If you could hold him down for long enough I might have some gadgets that will make this process a bit quicker.”
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“First of all, I want Ree dead.”
“Second of all, if I don’t get that… well I have about a dozen remote high voltage gamma emitters rigged up around the building, it should be able flood enough radiation to turn all of you brains into clam chowder within about 10 seconds if you can’t get out in time.”
“So I’d be careful about ripping doors at the moment, or I might have to make some executive decisions if you know what I mean.”
“I just want Ree dead though, and I definitely don’t need anymore motives for my arrest, thoughts?”
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Clang Clang Clang! You hear, coming from the other side of the industrial strength steel door, which guards the entrance to the interrogation room.
“Hey, is anyone in there? I would like to initiate a negotiation.”
That voice, you heard it before, it was that guy on the bench, eating popcorn…
“You also have some choices to make friend.”
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Name: Elliot Artisan (prefers the name Artisan)
Age: 19
Powers and Abilities: dimensional folding <span style=”line-height: 1.5;”>(within limits)</span><span style=”line-height: 1.5;”>, transmutation related abilities (within limits), energistic manipulation (within limits)</span>
Appearance: Elliot looks mostly normal, besides from the tattered cloths that he wears and the fact that his body from the neck down is covered with scars
Bio: Elliot was orphaned when he was very young, and unfortunately because of his lack of other family members was put up for adoption. In the orphanage it was soon noticed that inexplicable anomalies occurred in Elliot’s presence, these included the malfunctioning of electronics, spontaneous combustion, and seemed like points of impossible spacial illusions appearing out of no where. A special forces recruiter when visiting the orphanage (looking for young recruits to take) was urged to take young Elliot off their hands by the terrified staff. After hearing the reasons for this suggestion and given subsequent proof of fact, Elliot was soon taken and quarantined at a high security research facility. Here Elliot was subject to painful experiments that where partaken to help develop his abilities and to create a super soldier. But eventually Elliot became powerful enough to escape the facility and now lives as a vagabond still trying to escape his original captures.
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Name:Elliot Artificer
Age:30(at least physically)
Race: Human Cyborg(slightly retro looking)
Powers:interchangeable plasma gun/welder arm attachment, implanted scientific devices(optical, nuclear, chemical, electronic), slightly above average strength, moderate hardware/software/wetware hacking skills, high radiation tolerance, suffers from boughts of extreme pain
Personality:Loves to use humor in every situation, is often actually quite rude. Loves to cause mischief, even for his best friends. When solving issues, usually enjoys the most cynical solution.
Backstory: Elliot was a surgical reject dumped by the OGA in the biological disposal yard outside the Pertrana Slums. Only thought to have been fully euthanized, Elliot was taken pity on by Dr. Hellena(former OGA scientist who escaped to the slums) and was resurrected with the the best technical equipment that the doctor had on hand. Having to rebuild a life lost to the OGA, Elliot picked up engineering skills from the good doctor along with survival lessons from life in the slums.