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David, Master of Disaster
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David, Master of Disaster by David, Master of Disaster

TEAM: Solo Hero

SECTOR: Uptown

KIT CLASS: Everyman

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Survival - 8 wins!

Fight Record
League Wins: 8
League Losses: 3
Out Of League Wins: 0
Out of League Losses: 0
Total Wins: 8
Total Losses: 3
Kenneth Zdeslav - Win 0-0
The Extra Big - Loss 0-0
Nali - Win 0-0
Arthure Sasaki - Win 0-0
Bizarre Love Triangle - Win 0-0
Recois Cirque - Win 0-0
Jonas - Win 0-0
Hannibal's Bakery Shop - Win 0-0
Jesper of the Road - Loss 0-0
Sara Amraphel - Win 0-0
Tamara Ellis - Loss 0-0

Why...why do I do this? I am a scholar at best, a warrior...not really. I dislike everything about what I may be forced to do here...and I know it. I need to protect these people, but I do not know if I have the strength to actually do so. I am David, a fight agent. I have been referred to as "David, the Master of Disaster." I do not particularly like this name, however, in a business where name recognition is often a far greater force than even funding, it will have to do. I do not dislike the job, I get to take part in one of the most exciting experiences anyone on this world can ever have a part in. I get to see the greatest battles between the strongest warriors. I get to put out the ones I think are the cr¨me de la cr¨me. The top of the top. However, despite the money for which I do not care, the battles for which I do not fight...I still miss my home. My love. My old life. It is something altogether strange, and altogether indescribable, to be completely cut off from your homeland. I do not know if my life will ever be what it once was...Once, I was a sorcerer of some repute. Once, I was a warrior who had dedicated his life to the defense of his people. The circumstances of my departure are not ones I wish to dwell on. Does my old life truly matter now? Didn't I say that this would be my chance to start over? Well, it appears that fate has other plans. It starts as a smudge on a window behind the veil of reality, barely noticeable, and barely worth your time. Then it grows. It becomes a vast darkness that appears to be simply waiting and preparing for its chance to strike at everything you hold dear. Then it grows, moving past the veil, causing direct harm to the people around you. You wish to ignore it...but no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you shake your head and pretend it did not register in your third eye...its still there, sneering at you like some treacherous beast that only comes with the darkness. And still it grows. Now, I have no choice. I was once called a Guardian, I must be one once more. I take up my sword, sheathed at my side...and pray I need not use it. It is time for me to make my stand, and hope to the Gods that I have the strength to face this. I will join with a group I have sponsored for some time...oh, you've never heard of the Society of Shadows? A better urban legend I have never heard...


Personality: Fighting, wars, battles. I need not these things. I do not need or wish any of this, and yet it follows me so well. I hear a call that seems aimed only to me, I see things no one else see...no matter how hard I try, I cannot see myself standing back as this darkness comes. I will stand. I...WILL...STAND. I must...I must. I remember last time. I remember how I was cast out. I remember leaving Amanda. Gods forgive me for that...but I must still try to defend this world. Khazan, you have held the gazes of many a hero...and many a conqueror. Why you need yet another hero, I do not know. Your need is yet great...may I have the confidence to face this.




Weak BELOW normal human strength -
can bench press 50 pounds (maybe).


Standard Normal human agility.


Weak BELOW normal human endurance.
Goes down easy and stays there.


Superior Highly educated and ingenious.
A smart cookie.

A Student first.

  • Power: Detective
  • Level:Superior
  • Weakness: Not usable in terrain Bar Fight
I am a Student first, of all things. People ask me, "what is the key to magic?" I simply say, "Wait, and watch." Eventually, they will persist. Herein lies the problem, I do not know myself. I could show you the powers of the universe, but to comprehend them? I have heard of a god that spends all his time writing...writing what can happen, writing all of the different effects and possibilities...waiting for us to read his work in our lives. If there is one wish I would make...no, that is not right. I would want to see Amanda again, even if for just a moment...without that, it would not be worth it. But, that aside, my wish would be to spend the rest of my days researching, studying. Going through the old and dusty volumes of magick and history, theorizing what I needed to, finding out what I could not. I am young, merely twenty-five, and yet people tell me that I seem ancient sometimes. I wish I were, for maybe in my ancients I would have spent my time reading in my youth. There is so much...and so little time. But perhaps if I listen, perhaps if I look around in my wonderful library, then secrets will be revealed. Oh, and as per the Apocalypse? When the Writing God runs out of ideas.

A Teacher second

  • Power: Reflection
  • Level:Supreme
  • Weakness: Power in Item -Hard to Loseitem
I am a Teacher second, as long as it isn't public school. Pardon the joke, but it does seem somewhat humorous. I am a teacher who works with the less experienced, the Arcane Fledglings if you will. As I come to the Society of Shadows, I have much to teach of the arcane and of what I can find. I will have to begin to remember all that I have forgotten, but this can be done. I have time, I have plenty of time...and the darkness is not as strong as it would like to be. Not yet. However, there will come a time when I will have to fight. I will avoid it as strongly as I can, I will look for other options...but sometimes, there is no choice. But even as I fight, I will not dominate. I will not look to devastate. I will look to use my foe's fury and rage against him, I will use his lack of thought, his lack of direction. This should be enough.

With a good lesson plan

  • Power: Matter Animation
  • Level:Supreme
  • Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance (only).
  • Multi Attack Attack can hit multiple times during one strike.
  • Weakness: Power in Item -Hard to Loseitem
  • Weakness: Not usable in terrain Bar Fight
I have said that I truly don't know what makes magick work. This is mostly true, for I have but one clue. The key to actually using it, is will. If you have the discipline of mind, the power of spirit, and the confidence of friendship, then you can face any threat. You will win any battle. As long as you force yourself to remember: Ninety percent of all magick requires a stout heart...and a clean head. Always know what you are doing. Never continue if it feels wrong or awkward. If it does, then you must stop...otherwise, you do not know what you will behold.

...And a Wa

  • Power: Eldrich Blast
  • Level:Superior
  • Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance (only).
  • Weakness: Not usable in terrain Khazan Mall
Sometimes, there is no choice. It is rare indeed, but in some occasions, true force is required. I do not want to have the death of another on my hands...not again. I do not shoot to kill, I shoot to stun, I shoot to maneuver away...but I do not intend to kill anyone. There will come a time when I have to kill, but that is not now. With any luck, it won't be later either.

A Third Eye

  • Power: Sonar
  • Level:Standard
  • Weakness: Power in Item -Hard to Loseitem
I see things differently from other people. I sense the reality around us...it is hard for a mind to comprehend exactly what it sees, so it comes up with shapes and ideas that it remembers that could correspond with what it sees. There are warriors, there are wizards, there are victims...and there is that darkness. That damnable darkness that does not go away. But at the same time, I am beginning to see something more. A light, a small, shining light that seems to be forcing itself into focus to meet the coming storm. I shall make my stand...and so will others.

A Chicken

  • Power: Teleportation
  • Level:Standard
  • Weakness: Power in Item -Hard to Loseitem
  • Weakness: Limited Uses -Multi-Use
  • Weakness: Not usable in terrain Deathtrap Equalizer
Sometimes, the things I face move at a speed where I feel the need to see to my personal safety. Don't get me wrong, I come back afterwards...but I've never been too good with those "horror movies". The only thing is though, it really tires you out...hell...once I found myself nearing collapse because of a set of mice. Damn, I know I'm never going to hear the end of that...

A fun little trick

  • Power: Super Speed
  • Level:Superior
  • Weakness: Not usable in terrain Lava Cliffs
It's really pretty simple. I've always been considered fast...very fast. My reaction times have been considered very surprising by most. The thing is though, its an incredibly basic trick that was originally a product of Time magick. I simply speed up my perceptions. Its actually somewhat disorienting if you've never done it before, because you're moving at what feels like normal speeds while the rest of the world looks like its slowing down. You need to get used to it, but when you do, nothing short of a Lava Flow'll slow you down.

That Damned Weapon...

  • Power: Slicing Attack
  • Level:Standard
  • Double Damage Causes Double the damage to Arcane Lore class characters.
  • Melee Attack Attack usable only hand to hand.
  • Weakness: Power in Item -Hard to Loseitem
  • Weakness: Not usable in terrain Lava Cliffs
Behold, the weapon that destroyed the dreaded Noir Mort forever. With this blade, I committed the most damning act of my life, an act that I still wonder over...would I have done it again? There I stood, he had battered and bloodied me. I knew automatically that a few ribs were broken, an arm was dislocated, and a leg was most certainly broken. I barely stood above him, having followed a strange disembodied force for some time...he should have destroyed me moments before. I should not exist today. But in this one shining moment, he had stood over me, striking with all his fury to end my existence. Once, and for all. But I still had strength left, and used what little remained to deflect as much of his strike as possible. It was too much, I could feel the heat of the flames moving past my pathetic defenses, licking at my clothes. But just as it all seemed hopeless, everything changed. That small portion I had deflected had smashed the idol of his powers to pieces. That strange force I had followed for so long at such great cost had brought me to this very moment, in which Noir Mort placed the first nail in his own coffin. His power fading, he collapsed, barely able to breathe, let alone fight. I knew he could create another source, his control over the forces of the cosmic order was far too strong for this simple act to completely destroy him. As I forced myself to stand over him, I remembered the taunts he had made during my desperate flight. I remembered the demon I had destroyed, the one who tortured my thoughts with images of sickness and despair. I felt all the pain and loss...and despair...all of it that I had felt during my endless run, turning into red, smouldering hot rage. All my friends were surely dead...at the hands of this monster. He looked up at me, and spoke...he said, "Make it quick, I want to return before dinner is ready." He thought he might yet have a way to return. I didn't care. In one quick motion, I thrust the dagger I wielded through his chest. I slew him with a single, carefully calculated blow. Afterwards, I retrieved the weapon, and returned to where I discovered my friends waiting...and the beginnings of my exodus. I still see the moments of that day in my nightmares. I still feel an enormous guilt...a monster though he was...so why, do you ask, do I keep this dagger? Well...it took me five years, but I've finally come to a decision. I would not have become what I am today had it not been for my past. I cannot change it. I cannot restore it to what it was before. All I can do is live as best I can...and use everything I learned so long ago to help those around me as the coming darkness unfolds. I will use this dagger again, and pray you are not of the Black Death's ilk. It doesn't like people like him...

Immunity: Illusion Creation

I stared at her face. It was Amanda, there was no doubt there...but even as she called to me, I could not help but laugh at the stinging irony; that I must turn away from her again. For a moment, I smiled...and let out a small sigh. Given this, you must imagine the look on the face of the illusionist as I turned to him and said, "It is a pretty fantasy. But I'm afraid I still need to take you in for questioning." He could not understand how I simply turned away from all the delights he could offer me...but for one such as I, a man who has spent most of his short life delving into the workings of magick and the very stuff of our reality, any attempt to deceive the eye or ear always comes off as what it is. Fake, false and bitter. For I have tasted the fruit of our reality, and the produce of the mind cannot compare.

Altering Reality

  • Power: Polymorph
  • Level:Standard
  • Melee Attack Attack usable only hand to hand.
  • Weakness: Power in Item -Hard to Loseitem
  • Weakness: Limited Uses -Multi-Use
  • Weakness: Not usable in terrain Caves
The Equalizer: ...So there we were. The floor had been polished with blood and my partner's vomit, and a continuous, steady ticking announced that we only had about six minutes to live. I wasn't so surprised by the corpses, people like this were willing to do anything to keep their secrets from getting out. I was more surprised by David's need to relieve himself. Word is that he's seen a lot of nasty s—t before he came to Khazan. I was only able to skim the file Xero made on him before he requested it burned, so I really can't be sure...but he had certainly seemed lethal enough throughout the day. I shrugged it off and went to work on the bomb. This facility had more incriminating evidence in it than your average cliche warehouse, and we wanted it intact. The problem: the bomb they left behind...One wrong tap and I'd send us all to kingdom come. Damn thing had a triple threat anti-tampering device, not something you wanted to f—k around with, and definitely not something you tried to disarm in under six minutes. About two minutes into the disarming process, David seemed to feel better and began to look over my shoulder. He had to say it, "Why do you not simply jam it in there and be done with it?" I pointed to the anti tamper plates, and said it quite simply, "That f—king thing takes more than a pound of pressure and we're dead." He frowned, "Otherwise said, if we remove that plate you could finish it right here and now?" Now by this point, I was getting a little annoyed. I hadn't been scared of a bomb in years, it's the damn amateurs that you really got to worry about. There had been more than one time in history when I had seen people become thin strips of confetti flying over several city blocks due to well intending heroes. Dave knew when to back off, but...well...I was getting desperate. The timer had ticked down to three minutes, "Dave. If you've got a way to remove it, I wanna hear it." Kneeling by the bomb, Dave eyeballed it for a moment. Bringing his hand up above the bomb, he shook it, as though warming it up. I stepped aside. I had seen what the guy could do before, and I had a feeling that we'd get out of this one okay. Gently, he placed his right hand over the bomb. I eyed my watch, hoping that this didn't take very long. Suddenly he stepped away from the device. I walked over to see what he had done...he had turned the anti-tamper device into a block of wood. I quickly went to finish disarming the bomb...