Saint Veritas
''Rejoice Demon! For before you stands not your executioner, and this burning spear shall not be your guillotine. Rather, these holy tools are your salvation from your dammed existence!''
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Description
"The Holy Purger"
Name: Saint Veritas
Title/Alias: The Holy Purger.
Age: 6000+
Sex: Male
Allegiance: Church of the Divine Truth.
Statistics
* Natural Height: 6'3"
* Natural Weight: 180lbs
* Suited Height: 8'7"
* Suited Weight: 590lbs
* Blood Type: B
* Physique: Built
* Eye Color: Gold
* Natural Hair Color: Brown
* Current Hair Color: White.
* Skin Color: Illuminating
* Nationality: Gran' Templious.
* Ethnicity/Breed: Saint
* Occupation: Purger.
* Rank: Saint.
Clothing:
His personal suit, similar to power armor, has an outer shell of blessed ceramite bonded plates powered by electrically-motivated fibre bundles. Plates of heavy plasteel further armor the ceramite sections, especially on the front of the suit. External adamantium ribs support the immense weight of the armor, which allows even the most novice of men to don the holy armor without being burdened by the weight.
[ More to be added ]
Note, I had copy pasted a part of Law's character template. I did not come up with the original template design
was followed by both light and sound. For his towering figure brought nothing but peace to any with pure of form, while striking dread into ones who dare follow the darker path. With little care for any within his immediate presence, the bulky armored figure clanked his way upon the less then narrow cobbled walkways that lazily web between the green of the gardens.
"Bah!" The Saint had not missed the less then respectful reproach of the vampire, for the black taint that smothers Dion's presence took little to notice. "Woe be thy who dares share's his path with the damned" His voice, although a meer whisper, was laced with the Saint's holy edic, allowing even the most distant of creatures to understand and absorb the Saint's comment.
"Your statment reflects thy's ignorance!." The Saith had emerged, pushing though the shrubs and brushed that bared his path between him and the Vampire
"You claim innocence, yet the very ground that you walk on screams blasphemy!" The towering figure of the Saint had raised his own weapon, a massive pike that was painstakingly scrawled in holy lettering and symbols, to point downwards at the vampire.
"Ha!" The electronic current of his weapon screamed to life, conducting the holy lighting upwards and around the golden laced blade. Seeming to care less about the deadly white energy spiraling a meer inches from his person, the Saint directed his blade downwards and around his person with a seemly careless swing.
allowed his Holy Blade to meet the blackened metal of his foe. Because of the fact that the Saint's weapon is profusely longer then then that of his opponent, there was a considerable distance between him and the vampire as their blades locked.
was already prepared for the Vampire's weapon, and had simply drew back his own blade a meer half second after the Vampire allowed his to spin out of the lock. His right hand was pointed downward at the vampire, the twin barrels of the .75 Caliber Bolter attached to the top of his right fist aimed downwards at the smaller vampires.
squeezed his metal clad fingers together before the Vampire even prodded the Saint on, and a rain of .75 caliber self propelled explosive tipped rounds exploded outward toward the target, cutting though the air at point blank range.
(( They Explode on impact.. ))
continued to fire down at the shielded vampire, knowing that the combined kinetic energy of the slugs and their explosive payload will continue to pressure the vampire.
"I, AM, NO, PALADIN!" The Saint Roared, his religious fever prodding him to continue to hold the barrage of fist sized shells as he began a slow trod to to the hiding vampire.
The shot did little aganist the hardened power armor that the Saint was clad in. With another roar, the Saint propelled his blade upward to the now jumping vampire, directing the blade to it's steel covered heart. Although his foe was powerful, he had left himself open durning the jump attack, and the Saint doubted that he could correct his course before the holy blade ran him though.
roared as the blade cut into his arm, but the pain only fueled his White fury. Using the sacrifice of both him and his foe to his advantage. The Saint repositioned his right arm to point the massive barrels of his bolter a meer centimeter from the vampire's twisted face. And squeezed his fingers to begin with the hell storm of bullets.
"Then I shall dismember you limb from limb!" He tore the vampire's blade lodged into his armor with a lazy pull of his free hand, the dense black metal's weight only slightly hampering the Saint's grip as he tossed it leftwards. Before the black blade skidded across the cobbled floor, the Saint allowed his arm to once again fire the last of his clip's save to the one armed vampire.
(( That would make the most sense, considering that he is still holding his arm? ))
(( I know I know..just trying to get some logic on this ))
"Your boasts do you little!" The Saint roared as he stood his ground, staring down at the one armed foe. "Flee now Demon!"
"No, I want you to try" The saint continued to speak, his holy blade humming slightly at his side.
had enough of the vampire's show, dirt was propelled behind the Saint's metal clad feet as the Holy Shrine charged two'ds his foe. His holy pike was spun and repositioned to trail behind the Saint's holy figure as he ran.
The purple flame was batted aside with a swing of his free hand, and it did little to slow down the Holy Saint's progress. With a chat of holy edic and a roar of bloodlust, the Saint leaped his body upwards at the damn statue. His Pike raised up to ram into the vampire's body from under him.