Zocrith/HarvesterofMen
Name: The Harvester of Men. ---------
Concept: Mower of Lawns (you'll see why). --------------
Nature: follower (well, really, he's more of a push-mower...) .----------- Caste: soulsteel
Attributes: Str -3 (favored), Dex 5 (favored, augmented), Sta - 5 (caste) Cha 4, Manip 2, App 2 (caste) Per 5 (caste), Int 1, Wits 2 (favored)
Abilities: Athletics 2, awareness 1, endurance 2, melee 5, resistance 1, thrown 5, craft: sharp round thing 1, ride 1, socialize 1, survival 1, Lore 1, Occult 1.
Backgrounds: Class 3 (natural to exalt), Artifact 3, familiar 3, backing 3.
Charms: Aim Calibrating Sensors, Dedicated harmonics, and transmodal rapid targeting system. Protosynthetic ammo replicator to top off the ranged capabilities. Sustained augmentation of Dex, multi-limb frame, and an internal arsenal of limb-tip buzz-saws make things so much more fun. Toss in a strain resistant chassis for HL's.
WP is 8, surprisingly, with virtues of compassion 2, temperance 1, conviction and valor both at 4.
Essence: 3. Pools: personal - 17, ALL commited. peripheral: 47.
Weapons: here's the kicker. Gyrochakrams, soulsteel X2. Standard chakra/serrated gears X50.
Description: He is the harvester of men. Created to decimate armies in moments, Harvester was supposed to be the greatest weapon of the Conquest of Creation....
Unfortunately, Moe, as he likes to be called, came out flawed. The perfect brain his creators envisioned was attached to the wrong soul; Instead of the soul from Reaper of the Ebon Corridor, the soul used was that of Foundation's Strength , a hero known for bull strength, bull headedness, and a bull's small capacity for abstract thought. Once the brilliant and ruthless tactical mind failed to appear, moe's creation was seriously questioned.
After many tests and a lot of anguish, the council sent the defective Harvester of Men into the field, to at least assist in the gathering of resources.
This lead to the discovery that he actually was a good weapon... Allow me to explain.
One day, moe was assigned to level about two miles of forest. Moe began his work, happily setting his blades flying, whistling along to the screams of his soulsteel gyrochakra as they sheered through ancient wood and older stone to level the forest. He whistled happily, sawing up and pulling out treestumps and leaving a general trail of destruction in his wake.
When the teamsters arrived to cart off the lumber, they found quite a shock. An army of green-clothed barbarians and their green-jade-armored leader were among the lumber, their limbs and torsos stacked like so much firewood, with Moe sitting on them, silently weeping.
"I done run out of trees to cut!" he cried, "Even widdle trees like dese!" he held up a headless soldier's corpse in his massive hand, then used it's lapels to wipe his nose.
The inquisitor of Unsanctioned Thought, another soulsteel caste sent to aid in the taking of slaves, decided that, with the right help, the idiot savant could find all the "trees" he could chop, to his hearts content.
After all, there was the army of Gem, the army of the Realm, so many little tribes, Lookshy....
WP 8 - The Harvester of Men is as stubborn as a mule and twice as dumb. Arguements with him are about as useful as those with other pieces of equipment, like shovels or tube lifts, but without the pleasant echo or the ability to walk away from them.
Moe has been known to cry if he is yelled at, furthering the tendancy for his keepers to be unable to change his mind on some things.
Familiar -- Assigned to the The Harvester of Men is a small mechanical bird, reffered to most commonly as the ally recognition and non-targeting system. It has come to the attention of his commanders that Moe, from time to time, has difficulty in telling a friendly trooper from one of those awful native barbarians, and trying to explain the difference between the two to moe is, as previously mentioned, like trying to make a support strut for an industrial collossus out of tin foil and spattle; annoying, impossible, and disastrous in its results. Instead, Moe has been fitted with the A.R.A.N.T.S., taking the form of a medium sized bird-shaped machine spirit. Each time moe targets a friendly unit, the ARANTS pecks him in the head, slaps him with a wing, or otherwise informs Moe that he has "done a bad thing!" The ARANTS also instructs Moe on his targeting choice: Big, shiny "trees" are better to hit in the first volley with Spinney and Screamy (the twin gyrochakra, as moe has named them), than later with the little ones. the ARANTS also simplifies Moe's orders into Little, Easy To Understand Words and Simple Objectives, For example:
Armipotent Collossus; I need you to decimate their left flank, then come around with the infantry in a pincer movement. Target the leaders first, but do not leave any stragglers. Don't stop to pile the bodies this time; This is a battle, not a limbstacking competition."
Harvester of Men; Huh?
ARANTS; See those big Green flags? With the wavey shapes on them? WE're gonna go chop down the trees around them. Harvester; I see... Whassa Pinker movement? ARANTS; Don't worry about it. Those trees look nice and choppable, don't they. Let's go chop them. Wouldn't that be fun?
Moe, unable to remember ARANTS' name or acronym, has dubbed the small metallic bird "George," and hugs him, and squeazes him, And polishes him every night.
The ARANTS disapproves of this behavior.
Armor -- The Harvester of Men is not allowed to wear armor. The last time he attempted to armor himself, he managed to put the helmet on backwards, and was therefore unable to target anything but the things he heard...which were, most likely, the screams of "Stop!" "No!" "I regret nothing" "Mommy!!!!" coming from his allied troops. Moe has, though, been allowed to keep the breastplate from one of his enemies, an unknown type of essence user named "Stag of the Common Name", and is considering having this piece of green jade and steel mounted onto his own chassis. He particularly likes the big animal emblem on the font of it, with the trees growing out of its' head.
Essence: The The Harvester of Men is too stupid to know how his charms or artifacts work, and so has no idea that he actually has two essence pools. Instead, He thinks of them (or rather, doesn't think of them) as one big pool, and does not see the connection between essence that makes him get shiney and glowy and sweaty, and the essence that merely powers things. In system terms, this means that yes, he is far too stupid to commit peripheral essence to his charms and artifacts, and were it not for the fact that attunement is a mostly-automated subroutine in his essence system, he would not be able to attune at all.
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