Ronin Of Dreams
ďHarrumph. You lot have had me standing in line for far too long. Have you no respect for your elders, mm?Ē
Name / Title
ďHadin Gan-Kar. Yes, that Gan-Kar. You...you donít recognize that name? Phah! Youth these days. The Artificer. Crafter of Clockwork Critters. Father of F.E.R.R.E.T.s, and donít you dare besmirch my son,Lucar-Narash Gan-Kar, by asking ĎWhat is a F.E.R.R.E.T.?í to my face. Dearly departed as he is, all the more reason you should show a bit of respect to the father of a Champion. But! For this? I am the Elder of Embers, make no mistake.Ē
ďEmbers. Embers, lad! No other element dares to make sense save Fire!Ē
ďOh donít bother troubling an old man to recall his age. Bad enough to be given an extended lease on life thanks to the machinations of a certain god of evil. You know the one. Popping in every so often in his dapper suit, making decisions on a whim. These old bones might feel like theyíre only pushing sixty, but let me tell you right now sonny, the mind remembers a few more decades of wear and tear all the same.
What? Speak up now. Oh, you doubt Iíve made Falerinís acquaintance? Hah! HAH! Youth, always with disbelief and thinking the elderly off their rocker. Not only have I had the pleasure to call him Friend, not only have I lived in his Abode as his Guest, but he also helped raise my son Talo-Toecan. That would be the First Son, as the whole Menagerie puts it. Not that I donít have my reservations about Taloís Ďupbringingí of sorts among the Seekers of Truth, but I was frankly dead for some of that period myself. Oh now I can hear your minds wrenching to a halt about that. Letís see, as I recall it wasÖĒ
Yes. There we go.
Oh, donít panic. Really, please donít. Only Iíve been working on your mindscape for several other registrants now, ever since the rather ostentatiously wealthy fellow. Panic just makes things more difficult you see. Relax! Please?
Yes, weíre in your head. No, Iím not attacking you. Yes, weíre both blathering on and on and on as I retell one of my old manís more memorable bits of history aloud to you and the rest of the line behind me. Probably frustrating them rather nicely, in fact. Which is good.
As is this! Because, you see? All thatís a lie. Well, my old man intended to enter, but we couldnít let him. So this whole thing is a bit of a farce. Nonono, I am actually entering, even though I can sense the doubt creeping into your mind. Thatís why Iíve set up this little telepathic chat! Because you need to know for the Official Records, and the Arena most assuredly needs to know. The rest? They donít, and the disguise serves a purpose at any rate. A practical one.
ďSo, from the top then, fair?Ē
(For the Sanity of the Director, the real bio officially starts here, outside of spoiler text. Which was just Presentation.)
Name / Title
ďConnen-Nuete Gan-Kar. Second Son of Hadin, Scion of the Business, and current holder of the title Elder of Embers despite my fatherís protests. Feel free just to have the barkers use that last title for the initial assignment though, please?Ē
ďFire. Still very much in it with Fire, please and thank you.Ē
ďUgh, this. Right, so by your reckoning Iím in my mid-teens. By the reckoning of the Business and of the Menagerie, Iím practically ancient. Donít let looks fool you, because while the former is true enough for the sake of physical development Iím decidedly more mature than a human teenager.Ē
ďSpeaking of human teenagers...Iím not really a human despite appearances. Iím rather well far beyond a F.E.R.R.E.T. as the Arena might know them, too. Mmmm. Letís just say a variant human - specifically a ĎBioandroidí - for now and Iíll explain the differences.Ē
Appearance (Build, hair, skin, clothes, etc.)
ďBeneath the disguise, I assume? On a good day I stand about 5í8Ē tall, though on the lean side of that, wearing an embroidered vest for decency sake. Same with a set of voluminous shorts that go just past my knee, because society definitely has a thing for clothes, tied Ďround the waist with a sash. Iíve been told my looks are effeminate despite striking more than one as odd or alien. Itís probably because I keep my hands and feet bandaged up out of sight. Or how my crystal eyes appear black where yours would be white, or the citrine hue of my iris. I know it isnít because of my hair, a rich mix of fine strands of brass, copper, and gold that I keep tied in a neat and tidy braid. I know, I know, not really helping the whole effeminate trait thing by keeping it long and braided, but I like to tug on it when Iím nervous. Itís comforting, since I lack fur everywhere else until my body grows a bit older.Ē
Equipment (Armor, Weapons, etc.)
ďWell, I uh...mm. You know, I didnít think I brought much, but at the same time? Iíma break it up a bit further okay?Ē
Fuel for the Fire
ďSo this will make more sense in a bit, but bear with me. See the riot of grey hair youíre seeing right now is a wig. A very itchy wig. Annoys the heck outta me, but anyway. Thatís very flammable. So is my Daís old cloak of many pockets that Iím wearing. As well as the walking stave Iím carrying - I tested it before I got in line. Carefully. Burned up a good three inches in a heartbeat. Thatís all the point, too. Iím not entering into the actual combat disguised - all this is meant to go up in flame as soon as possible. Might even unnerve someone, lighting myself up. But itís fuel for my special brand of mischief. And while a stave would smack someone, thatís not my style, so donít mistake it for a weapon.
Even if my Da probably hid a few tricks in it. I mean...heck, I can hear it faintly tick and I know it has to have a trigger or three but I donít know what they do and I have no desire to figure it out. But it burns great, and I need fuel, so itíll be fuel and nothing more.Ē
ďA sash of embersilk threaded with woven strands of orichalcum about, oh, five meters long ish? Give or take a few centimeters. Itís the one currently wrapped Ďround my waist, not actually a belt. Each end has a pouch that I can slip in these two inch ball bearings that I keep in my pocket. Alloy of copper and, you guessed it, orichalcum. Takes heat ever so well and is a bit more hefty than steel but not nearly as weighty as lead. 'Bout two kilo, nice weight to swing, nice size for focused impacts. A touch smaller and lighter than most, I've discovered, but I like the sweet spot Iíve got instead of something heavier..
Long and short of it? Basically it's a liķxing, or a meteor. A flexible weapon noted for unpredictable hammer blows, difficult to cut when given slack - moves with the blade rather than letting it dig in you understand - and hard to track. The shimmer of heat haze redoubles that, while being on fire? Well, not only would that be fitting for a meteor, but fire is eye-catching. Trails the weighted end, too, so if youíre watching the flames itís even easier to misjudge!
But I don't name it for what it is, it's named after the Dance born from mastering it. Thatís...a much longer story than we have time for though, so Iíll move on.Ē
Shirt of Chainmail
ďI may really, really not get the whole armored thing, but Iím also not entirely idiotic to go in bare naked. No, scraps of embersilk clothing donít really count. It really is just silk made from fire instead of insect byproducts, okay!? So beneath my vest is a light shirt of orichalcum chain mail. Not the impossibly difficult to make indestructible variety either. The alchemically made kind thatís pretty much like steel, only with a very high specific heat capacity. Itís a physics thing, donít worry too much about it.Ē
Skills, Spells, & Special Abilities
ďWhen you get right down to it, despite the differences in our construction, there just isnít that much different between you and I. Cut me and I bleed, even if itís more of a blood-oil in my case. It takes about the same amount of force to break my bones, despite the honeycombed metal construction - and Iíve broken my fingers enough to know that. Intentionally. Long story. In any case, different construction for the same relative resistance. I think. Hard to be precisely sure since no one likes to break bones just to find out - myself included! Anyway...
I see through my crystal eyes in the same spectra. The only real notable difference is that I have an extra joint of length in my fingers, which gives me abnormally strong grip strength thanks to simple leverage, and in my feet. Not my toes, itís between the heel and the...footknuckles? Sorry, anatomy terms arenít in my wheelhouse, so to speak. I walk more on my toes as a result, and keep both feet and hands bandaged because it just strikes most folk as weird, ya know?Ē
ďIn an attempt to avoid long rambles of history and nostalgia, suffice it to say Iíve had to learn how to fight as a human ever since Da got it into his head that he would compete. Which means I donít have a full lifetime to my skills, unlike some, but I am a fast learner. Still wish I couldíve learned swordplay from Fulcan or, really, anything from the Seekers...I digress. See, I had to rely on my contacts in Fair Harbour. All the Business knows is tooth and claw and ferretine tricks. Matron Vadoma of the gypsy troupe I perform with there was the one to illuminate me on the possibilities of the Meteor. In this I have a decent mastery after two years of diligent practice - especially since it became an evolution of the dance in a way.
However it also led to a chance encounter with a different sifu. Though I am far, far from a master of martial arts, I'm familiar with the techniques of Kai Men BajŪ QuŠn. Somewhat. Okay, so mostly Iím a novice? And, really, my sifu is wanting me to develop my own style incorporating his teachings and my predilection for turning punches into palm strikes. Yongbŗo Xiyu? BajŪ Zhang, he wants to call it. As if I had decades to prepare! Mostly lucky we were able to distract Da for two years, honestly. And most of that was spent learning the meteor. Basically, I donít want to get into fisticuffs, but Iím not entirely defenseless if I do.Ē
ďOh, right, letís handle the elephant in the room. Yes, Iím a natural telepath. No, itís not really something that is combat adjacent. See, when it comes to telepathy, Iím the guy in ridiculously heavy armor. Very robustly defensively oriented, not so easy to mount an offense. I can - and trust me I very much will - pull a mental ventriloquist act if the opportunity arises. ĎBehind you!í or ĎOn your left!í when they should be paying attention elsewhere. Definitely nothing like what you and I are doing right now, that takes waaaaaaaaaay more time and effort than a fight allows. So donít worry about that.Ē
ďTHIS is what you should worry about. Why Iíve brought along some fuel to burn rather than rely on anything else. See, my style of pyrokinesis? Itís about heat well before it is about fire. Fire is just the natural expression of condensing enough heat energy into a restrained space in the presence of combustible material. Like oxygen. Which we both breathe. And I donít screw up and let it all explode outward instead.
I havenít done that since I was a kit, thank-you-very-much.
Given combat is crazy, messy, fast, ugly, and usually involves something being fatal? As much as an artist as I prefer to be, well I just canít spare the Will and the focus. So outside of holding heat or flame on my person or my gear? Iíve schooled myself in my training to focus on just three expressions...though I suppose it is also useful to mention a key quirk of it all.Ē
(Pyrokinetic Quirk) My Fire? No Problem.
ďThe first lesson. Always. ALWAYS. Is pushing heat away from the self. The second lesson is how to move heat around you. It takes a dozen lessons before fire and flame get involved at all. What does that mean, practically speaking? My fire will never burn me. Great for that self-immolating trick with the fuel I mentioned. The keyphrase there, however, is ĎMy Fireí. If I donít have control of the heat, I burn just as badly as the average human. If I lose control of the heat? It has been honed into a reflexive instinct to push it away. Pretty sure you could knock me unconscious and Iíd still be unharmed by my fire.
Letís...letís not test that theory though. Fair?
It also means that, barring a hot environment, Iím best suited to bringing my own fuel. Which I have! And Iím planning on being limited by it rather than hunting for any non-arcane, non-divine heat sources wherever I wind up. Though if I make my own, thatís fair game to replenish from. Say by lighting abandoned gear on fire. Or corpses. Battlefield cremation is a thing, isnít it?Ē
(Pyrokinetic Expression) Firebolt
ďOkay. Okay! I know thereís a billion and one versions of an arcane cantrip called this. Trust me, Iíve heard it before. But itís just the most useful term to carry across the effect! No magic at all in it though, nor divine influences, just a minor effort of Will and a bit of heat. Ambient or otherwise. Letís me Ďshootí a dart of flame. Hits about as hard as shot from a sling, could set something flammable alight but probably wonít do more than singe most clothing honestly. Would leave behind a nasty burn on unprotected skin though! Itís rather easy to draw on ambient heat to fuel this, and itís a trivial expression of will. But the sling comparison is a bit apt, really - refining the heat compares well to the lag time in loading a sling. Equally comparable for effective ammunition, namely being a non-issue.Ē
(Pyrokinetic Expression) Too Hot to Handle
ďNow if I really, really want to burn up fuel in a desperate pinch? Iíll push heat into whatís touching me, or what Iím grasping. Not delicately, either. This is far from an instinctual expression though, and definitely not immediate. But grappling me may work out in my favor in the long run. I might even use my own grip strength to latch on. Either way, after a couple of seconds, Iíll feel hot to the touch. Which is probably too late to prevent burning, depending on the material. Just...just donít touch the Ember. Okay? Second and third degree burns are no joke, and I am more than happy not to test my luck up that close and personal. Would burn up my fuel rather fast too, pun totally intended, mind.Ē
(Pyrokinetic Expression) Whoosh!
ďThis is sort of a catchall term. Not very descriptive, Iím aware, but...look. Iím a trickster with pyrokinetics. Itís a match made for fun, profit, and distraction! Especially given the primal fear of sudden fire that almost every biological sentient seems to have. Heh. So what is ĎWhooshí exactly? Mostly itís sudden bursts of pushing fire away. Well, heat enough to create the flame. Unless someone decides to breathe it in face first at the precisely wrong moment, wonít do much more than burn some hair. Not a pleasant smell, burning hair. Itís all about the sudden light and sound and noise. Kinda like how a charlatan fire eater might spew flame as a Ďfireballí, just without the burning liquid fuels that make that actually dangerous. An up close thing, mostly to convince someone to not be quite so up close and personal.
Doesnít mean I canít make the distraction dangerous for being a distraction. Just that it isnít the danger factor itself. Fairly taxing on fuel though, and with what Iím bringing. Aside from Firebolts, I probably only have enough for four or five uses of the other two Expressions.
Personality / Backstory (Optional)
ďI think you already get me. Donít you? You should by now, heh. Is there anything Iím forgetting?Ē