Luath Diomhaire

The Templar

32

Guardian

Berserk -- Guts

6'8"

202lbs

Luath's features would never grace the cover of fashion magazines, except mayhap as a disaster. His face is clipped here and there with blade nicks and the close calls of bullets. His nose is still a perfect hawked line down his face, even through the stabs that mare the rest of his body. His scraggly black hair looks as if it was sheared off with a knife. His face is dusted but still short enough to be considered clean shaven.
Luath is a man of muscle, toned and worked on the field of battle. His body is a criss cross peg maze of gunshot wounds and jagged cuts. A man of the front lines Luath has been chewed up and spit out, laughing all the while.
One of the most striking thing of his appearance is the scriptures carved into his flesh with gold filigree. The Great majority of Luath's flesh has been written upon by melted gold, to lock into his flesh the words and power of the many prophets. The more demons of Hell that Luath defeats the more Latin scripture he has melted into him.

The written word, he is a man of books if not learning
The calm serenity before a battle
The teachings of the Prophets and blessed men (Christ, Abraham, Mohammed)

The aftermath of a battle
Collateral Damage, or unnecessary deaths
Book burnings or any loss of knowledge

He is a bit of an Orator, a long winded Orator
Has a tendency to spring straight into the battle, and over exert himself for the protection of others
Is a little condescending to those 'younger' than him.

He is overly polite
Never directly lies
He cares about the work he does on a spiritual level as well.

A man of Faith Luath Diomhaire has taken to reading many of the religious books, The Torah, The Koran, The Bible and such. He makes his day to day decisions on the words and meanings of the learned men of God that had come before him. He is devout, but use to the secular world of disbelief. He does not cringe from the questions and accusations that fly upon the church, he instead welcomes them, not wishing any one to place their faith blindly without question. Rather because they believe in it.

Has a broken RGA-86 MultiGrenade launcher for sentimental reasons, uses it as a impromptu club when he desires to incapacitate in stead of kill a target.

name: Durendal (To Endure)

description: Durendal is a simple looking artifact for the power that it exudes. It is a simple longsword of hammered steel. It's blade is a light blue steel colour, and runs the length of about 42" or 3' 6". It has a simple smooth fuller running down the length of the blade ending about 6" from the sharpened tip, and the cutting edge runs the full length of the weapon. The cross guard seems to be of simple brass, with an inlay of steel as the core of the cross. The grip of the blade is treated black leather wrapped tight around it's wooden core. On it's pommel is a simple round thick heavy coin, with the image of a cross laying over a Fleur de lis on both sides.
Durendal is a blade that endures and weathers storms. Durendal is indestructible, as of such the blade can weather any attack made on it, even if the wielder behind cannot. When wielded correctly the blade can block most attacks, splitting the attack around Luath like a wave or halting the object from cutting through him. Let it be said though that while the sword is indestructible, the wielder is not. Crushing blows that won't crush the blade, will still crush the person behind it. Energy can still flow around the blade and smash into the man behind it. The blade is also not a very good shield as it is not excessively wide or long.

type: Endurance of stone

techniques:
For: Sigil
Name: Grève Par la Terre (strike through the earth)
Type: Offensive
Cost: Very heavily Taxing
Range: Long about 60 meters
Description: Luath focuses all of his energy on the tip of his sword, while holding it in front of him at a horizontal angle. The sword starts to glow from the tip and slowly works it way down the blade, as the entire blade is consumed in light he then lifts it. As he the blade reaches above his head the light extends in a blazing brilliance. He then smashes the blade downwards crushing and shattering objects underneath. The technique takes two posts to complete, the first post he gathers all of his energy and lifts the blade, the second post is when he smashes down.

For: Sigil
Name: Jusqu'à Mille Plus (until a thousand more)
Type: Passive
Cost: Very Taxing
Range: Self
Description: Luath goes into a berserk like rage. His body continuing to move even after taking massive damage. He runs into close combat and fights as if he cares not for his own life and limb. His body seems to deflect bullets, blades, energy blasts, and the like. Then at the end of three posts all the damage done to his body becomes apparent. All the damage that was done to Luath during those three posts slams into his body at once. This can kill Luath if enough damage was given during this mode, or at the very least make him incapable of continuing to fight.

For: Sigil
Name: Dans la Défense du Faible (In the defense of the weak)
Type: Defensive
Cost: Taxing
Range: 20 feet radius around ones self
Description: A massive ornate shield appears in front of the blade Durendal. It can only protect from one direction as it does not engulf fully Luath. The shield gains more power the more people are behind it, as if sensing the need to protect the multiple lives over the few. If Luath pours his energy into the shield he can sustain it for a few hits, but he can do nothing else while holding the shield. If Luath thinks about anything else besides protecting the people behind the shield, it crumbles at the first hit.

For:Sigil
Name: Armure du Ferme (armor of the unyielding)
Type: Passive
Cost: very Taxing
Range: Self
Description: The sword Durendal melts down and forms around it's wielder, becoming a plain unmarked suit of Gothic plate. While in this form no other Techniques can be used, as the blade no longer physically exists. For three posts the sword Durendal protects Luath against physical attacks done to his person. Energy blasts, or well aimed attacks, can still leak past his armor and hurt him. At the end of Three posts the armor returns to a sword, and Luath must wait one more post for the sword to fully heal, before he can use any other techniques.

Luath Diomhaire was born in the northern reaches of Ireland, just around the city of Omagh. He recruited into the An Chéad Chathlán Coisithe, The First Infantry Battalion of Ireland, at a young age. He preferred the structured rigor of the Army over the chaotic underground back home. Luath has served in Bosnia, Kosovo, and East Timor. Completing his various tours of duty with honors and achieving the rank of Company Sargent.
During his multiple tours Luath had gained a reputation of being a risk taker, taking his trusty RGA-86 Grenade Launcher to many close quarters blasts and brawls. Has a bunker buster of one Luath Diomhaire has accumulated many scars and nicks from the blasts and knives.
It was on Luath's last tour of duty that he first ran into a true Demon. His squad was setting up for a night time raid during a peace keeping operation. As the doors were breached and the squad burst into the small complex Luath felt an uneasy breeze down his spine. The squad of humans didn't stand a chance against the Togabito, the creature tore through their ranks with devilish ease. The creature laughed at Luath's pitiful attempts to end it's life. The creature just stalked forwards as round after round of grenades were shot at the creature. It was then, with his bandolier empty, that Luath prayed. As a feverish calm settled on the man about to die angels answered his call.
It was then that Luath joined the Conserco. For the angels that smote down the demon, were humans given angelic powers. The lifted Luath's beaten body out of the burning ruins of the base, and carried him to one of their chapels. It was their that he made his choice. To grow strong, and fight back the invaders and incursions into our world. He would stand vigilant, and forever endure the fire and brimstone of the enemy. Luath was given the Blade Durendal, the sword of endurance, by the church to better defend it against the myriad of enemies; both spiritual and temporal. Having taken the Blade of Roland Luath now stands as a Paladin of the church, and a defender of it's people.

Thousands of Hollows all milled about in the murky blackness of the granite forest. The trees, a stone mockery of the beauty of life, were standing solemn guard over something that had not happened in the Menos Forest for as far back as anyone could remember. The Hollows came in all shapes and sizes, all colors and mind sets. Some were the lunging hunger brutes of the mindless, others the whispering dark things of nightmare, still others bore the cold calculating look of thinking killers. The mix of Hollows crept from the dark mists swirling around the millennial old trunks of their forest, and the sight filled MC with pride.
Here was the true power of the after life, the force that withstood all changes the force that survived all things. The Espada rose and fell with their leaders, needing a personality to circle around. The Shinigami were lost without their captains, the slaughter and mayhem that arose with the civil war over Aizen was still fresh on many of the thinking Hollows minds. The Quincy's were crushed once, and would be crushed again. The Hellions were new kids on the block, they were a surge that would die back soon enough. It was the Hollows that held true, their hunger and tides never ending. Yes, here was the power of the spirit worlds., and it was MC that called them.
The Pauldrons on his shoulders were shouting out their song, and it was a song the Hollows would respond to. It was a song of longing, of hunger, of loss, but it rang of light. It was this that called the swarm of lost souls to this meeting of thought, this meeting of deliberation, this meeting of power. With a little reiatsu control MC could cause his music to spread out over a wide range of the Hollow Forest, their forest and no one else. Even a few Gillians with their slow mindful tread answered the call, the music calming the raging hunger that ate through their stomachs like no others. As the crowd settled down, unknowing in their gathering but singular in their thought, MC stood out from his perch high up in the stone forest upon a twisting limb.
"My brothers! My comrades in hunger! My siblings in the unending horde that is us! Welcome! Welcome!" Hundreds of thousands of eyes turned to the creature standing in the tree, his mask a grinning skull. "You are the teaming power, you are the force that propagates. It is from you that the Soul Reapers try in vain to protect their little worlds. You stand on a precipice brothers,your numbers out weigh them, your power out combine them. But nevertheless you stand on a precipice." MC moved his gaze upon the unmoving crowd. His words slowly sinking into even the most bestial of their number, well maybe not the Gillians. He let his words sink in further, while the music he created slowly moved amongst their ranks, making them think, making their tired brains ponder on more than just their hunger. "Here we stand, in our forest of granite and mist, using the darkness to abate our fears. As a myriad of hungry lost souls we are nothing but a stone, a single lonely stone. But it is with mountains that stones are made!" MC waited for the roar of Hollows to die down. The flicker of thought flamed behind so many of their eyes that a blazing fire was starting to kindle in the pit that was their souls. His words were filling them, their thought was returning.

-song playing from pauldrons: Echelon's Song (Song for Voroshilov)

AV-2

HAN: 16
REI:12
HAK:10
SEI:8
BUK:14
HOH:16
Points Earned: 0
Total points:76

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