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Clive Gildarts

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Sambea

Description

Clive Gildarts


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About

Gildarts is a young and muscular boy with short black hair which is always messy. His body suffered many injuries in an accident and he lost his left leg and left arm. He uses very functional armor-like prosthetic limbs. His chest sports scars, two of which are stitched. He has very pretty blue eyes.

Gildarts’ attire is simple and practical, consisting of a dark, tattered cape over his black tee-shirt with a high collar and armored plates on the shoulders, held closed by a belt and usually covering his whole figure, and loose dark pants, complete with an armored waist-guard with plates similar to the ones on his shoulders, tucked inside simple boots.

He comes from a world of high magic. This is why he is so powerful at such a young age. Without his magic he is as fragile as a normal human boy of 11 years.

Statistics: Immense Durability, Immense Strength, Immense Magical Power, Immense Endurance, Immense Reflexes, Master Hand to Hand Combatant, Master Swordsmanship Specialist

Personality

Gildarts is a laid-back, easygoing kid. He also appears to be a bit absent-minded and oblivious, and apparently doesn't pay attention to what he's doing, such as not recognizing people he has met before. He also has a tendency to break through walls with his Crash Magic in order to pass, rather than simply using the door, something which caused other people to not like him at times.

When he enters a fight, he often points out that he is bad at and dislikes holding back. When fighting, Gildarts would often employ exclusively hand-to-hand combat while using Crash to destroy things other than humans, such as the ground or Magic attacks, to avoid hurting people too bad. Should he be pushed to the limit, or choose not to hold back, his Magic power would react badly and pretty much destroy everyone and everything around him. He has a strong fighting spirit in that he respects his opponents, neither taking them too lightly nor overdoing. He also won't turn down a fight challenge offered to him. He hates to be called a kid or looked down upon because of his age.

In many ways, Gildarts appears to be somewhat of a lone wolf. Gildarts is also a bit of a flirt for a 11 year old which gets him in trouble often.

Equipment


Gildarts owns over 100 different types of armor, and well over 200 different weapons that he stores in a magic chest. He can use his Requip to get anything from this chest as long as the chest is not opened or destroyed completely.

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Magic


Crash (ă‚Żăƒ©ăƒƒă‚·ăƒ„ Kurasshu): Gildarts' signature Magic, Crash is an extremely powerful Caster Type Magic that smashes everything the user comes into contact with into pieces. It can even be used to both crack Magic into pieces, nullifying its effects, as well as to reduce the Magic's power and to deflect it. Even the most powerful spells are rendered useless when faced with this destructive and highly advanced Magic, which is seemingly difficult to control even for an extremely powerful individual like Gildarts himself.
-- Crushing Evil, Spreading the Truth: Empyrean (ç Žé‚ȘéĄ•æ­Łăƒ»äž€ć€© Haja Kenshƍ : Itten): Gildarts first breaks the spell cast by his foe, and then blows the enemy into the sky with a powerful punch imbued with magical energy.

Disassembly Magic (lit. Separation) (戆開 Punkai): Is a Caster Type Magic that creates a net-like pattern which runs straight through whatever it touches, whether tangible or intangible. However, instead of being destroyed, the objects that are touched split apart and form numerous, smaller versions of the original. When used on a living organism, the recipient gets reduced into small, doll-like versions of themselves, complete with deadpan expressions. In this case, the process is reverted back after some time, but Gildarts is also capable of revoking the spell to recreate the original person.

Requip: The Knight (æ›èŁ… ćˆ„ć ă‚¶ăƒ»ăƒŠă‚€ăƒˆ Kansƍ Betsumei Za Naito): It is a type of Magic that allows him to swap weapons, armor and clothes at will. His particular form of Requip is called The Knight. He is noted for his ability to requip extremely fast and is known to be capable of requipping weapons and armor while fighting, something which made him and his immense strength well known throughout his place of residence.

Sword Magic (ć‰Łăźé­”æł• Ken no Mahƍ): In addition to his signature Magic, Requip, Gildarts is also an extremely talented user of Sword Magic. As the name implies, this is a type of Magic which revolves around the use of swords. Through the use of this Magic, Gildarts is capable of using his swords to perform different Magical attacks. This is usually done in combination with specific armors of his, which can make him deadlier in close melee combat or, when combined with his Telekinesis, allow her to target opponents which are out of his physical range.

Telekinesis (ăƒ†ăƒŹă‚­ăƒă‚·ă‚č Terekineshisu): Gildarts is also a skilled user of Telekinesis. He most common use of Telekinesis comes with his Sword Magic, in which he can perform different attacks by controlling his swords remotely.


History

Gildarts lost his mother, father, left arm, and left leg in an accident three years ago. He is considered a ward of the state but constantly runs away. They really can't keep him anywhere he does not want to be and he doesn't want to be in a house with people who are not his mom and dad. He takes jobs to earn money so he can support himself. Most of the time these jobs are just odd jobs here and there.

So begins...

Clive Gildarts's Story

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Clive was in the garden minding his own business. He had just finished doing one of the many odd jobs he picked up around here and he just wanted to relax. His feet and shoulders were sore, but he just couldn't accept living with strangers. He had heard the scary stories of foster care and how families only cared about the check. Now, as he turned towards the loud thunderous sound, he wished he was somewhere other than here.

"Ho-" He was about to say when he say the fire. He began to panic. His hands were clamming up and, even having magic abilities, froze until he saw a portion of the animals heading for him. What do I do?! He mentally screamed at himself. The closer the animals came the more he freaked out before screaming. A net like barrier appeared in front of the animals, but it didn't stop them. No, it just made smaller version of them, but the boy still ran.

Clive forgot that he could actually call on his sword to help him fight, he actually forgot how to do any of his magic. Nothing seemed to be going through that boy's mind except to run and live.

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Walking along the streets, a lone woman walked. Deep in thought about current events. "Those Imperials...That man...I have to leave one day, they despise things like me...I want to help around but I would be killed one day...Shiro would be safe here, but looks like I have to call her from now on." She spoke to herself as she walked along.

Soon, she heard screaming and a rumble heading her way. It was a horde of...animals? Mutated animals at that. Unfurling a case in her hands, two weapons came out. A sword and some sort of large rifle. Taking aim with one hand, using the full-auto function of the weapon she fired cryogenic ammunition at the creatures. These bullets would pierce the target and freeze them from the inside out into a frozen statue. "Now who is causing this uneccecary chaos...Have to hurry before those soldiers show up..."

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Makru watched Jennifer for a moment, curious. Interesting. Some sort of bug creature was being controlled by her? Well, he knew what to do with bugs, even as this one quickly decimated his stampede. Lazily, he waved his hand, and the flame dragon turned its attention to the scizor. Lowering it’s head, and with little concern for the creatures around it, the dragon breathed a spurt of flame, though it depleted it’s size somewhere. “Hey now.” Makru complained. “Watch for the bunnies, will you? I like bunnies.”

Clive caught his attention for a moment, and Makru lazily sent one of the dogs made of fire after the teen to nip at his heels and harass him. Maybe he could make the teen piss himself. That would be fun. He was, despite his identity, not to kill anyone. Father was convinced it would upset Matumaini, and the gods knew Matu had Father wrapped around her fingers. Then again, Father had never seen Matu truly upset.

And then he felt that dread mess too close to him. Ice. There was ice! The natural animals would fall to the gun easily enough, as would most of the magical ones, but the ice proved rather ineffective against his fire dogs, and his eyes narrowed, he focused on Hadriel. Some sort of ice gun, it seemed. Leaving just the single dog on Clive, the others were, fast as thought, directed to deal with Hadriel. Father would be pissed if he accidentally killed the woman, but frankly, he despised ice users. The dogs would surround Hadriel at a distance of 20 feet, hackles raised, though there was no accompanying growl.

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Jennifer screamed an obscenity as Scizor dropped in one shot to the flamethrower. The felled bug ninja disappeared in a flash of red light back to the safety of a ball-shaped capsule that was red on one side, white on the other. But with more players in the game...wait, that was it! These were gardens! "Aggron! Come on out, someone's trying to trash the place!" Despite the look of an armored kaiju, it was pretty much Tyranitar's antithesis in that it had the habit of restoring terrain ruined by clashes of titans...and it was more than capable of settling such clashes in its favor, too.

With a loud, resonating battle cry, Aggron charged the dragon. On command, it swung half a ton of steel-covered muscle around, using its tail as a weapon of choice to smash into its target like a powerful wave...a move which was apparently called Aqua Tail.

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Clive cried out, his voice a high pitch irritable scream. The swords appeared without his control and started swinging, as if some invisible being was behind them. He didn't even realize that the swords were from him, the bugger actually thought that whoever was controlling these animals was controlling the swords as well. "Please go away!" He said, a hint of an Irish accent appearing. "I am nothin, but bones!"

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Hadirel looks around her as she was surrounded. Fire dogs, poised and ready to charge at her. She simply magnetised her rifle to her back as she drew her sword. As she did so four devices slithered from her back and aimed at the dogs. Her blade seemed cold, the air around it was freezing, however it does not only freeze enemies. It was still capable of doing damage like a real sword.

The four devices on her back also exuded the same cold, however they had two purposes. To engage in close combat, and one thing which the fire dogs would see. Each device opened up as it began to glow before firing a beam of energy. Capable of both freezing and dealing acting like a sort of energy shot. "This ceaseless chaos stops...Come then flaming dogs, I will show you my ice cold fury!" She took some experimental swings as she remained still.

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What the hell was that? Geez it was huge. And he hadn’t reacted fast enough, distracted as he was by Hadriel. The man yelped as his mount was hit and rapidly dispersed. Falling to the ground he twisted cat like in mid air and landed on the ground, rolling to rid himself of the momentum that would have otherwise shattered his legs. “What the hell! Not cool.” He grumbled and brushed himself off. He hadn’t expected actual retaliation.

Still, it looked like there was plenty of chaos about still, given the panicking animals. There was also a panicking kid. Aw, he was a cutie! Makru strolled over to the kid, staying out of range of the swords and sending the dog of fire off the hassle the animals and any bystanders. “Hey kid! Don’t panic. You’re too little to fight! It’s be like beating up Pahas!” He said and slouched trying to seem less threatening. “Put away the swords, okay tiny dude? I won’t hurt you!” He didn’t hurt kids, especially when they reminded him of his baby brother.

Hadriel on the other hand was an adult, and clearly fighting make. With eight dogs around her, she had one at each cardinal point, and evenly spaced between then. Assuming she face 12 o’clock, the dogs a 3’clock and 10:30 lunged for her, the others growling as they kept her isolated.

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"Crap...Aggron's the only one I've got that can take fire attacks..." Jennifer started thinking out loud, hoping to sort through the chaos with the auditory aid. "Ferrothorn, get to replanting! Aggron, stay on that dragon!"

Another tamed beast, this one a plant-like thing covered in iron armor and sharp spikes resembling a durian fruit, went to work with its three spike-tipped vines, using its natural grass-type instincts to make the gardens as beautiful as before, while the iron dinosaur was still in combat mode. Jennifer didn't know how many more of them there were, and there was still the issue of the eight surrounding the swordswoman. "Aggron! Grab one of them and give it a Heavy Slam!"

Aggron rumbled up to the dog in the 6 o'clock position and reached out to grab it, hoping to just squash it under its massive bulk.

The setting changes from Western Boulevard (Gardens) to The Palace

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Character Portrait: Nadya Alexeev Character Portrait: Miles Hagan Character Portrait: Prof. Jacob Anderson Character Portrait: Edmund Ferris Galahad Character Portrait: Devika Character Portrait: Clive Gildarts
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Clive


Clive walked in, head down, and hands in his pocket. If I don't make eye contact with them I should be good. He had overheard in the city that the charity would have free food. Clive hadn't eaten in a couple days and was desperate for food. He tried getting some of the odd jobs that he usually took, but no one had needed him and he was too proud to go back to the orphanage. He didn't need the kids making fun of him for not being able to live out on his own.

The smell of the food made his stomach grumble as he moved around the adults, head still down. He just wanted to eat what he could before stuffing his pockets and leave. He didn't want to talk to anyone.





Edmund


Edmund was entertaining Devika to the best of his abilities when she looked away from him to nod to a robotic looking man. He had no idea who he was and had never seen her talking to him. Maybe he was just looking around and he caught her eye. Either way he took that time to look around the room. A couple of new people had entered. One was an older man who he had never saw and the second was a young boy who never looked up. The older man started to talk to Nadya, while the young boy went straight to the food.

"Would you like something to eat, dear?" He asked Devika.

"Hm?" She looked at him, "Oh, no not right now, thanks." She said before keeping her eyes on the crowd, yet never on the boy. Edmond nodded before leaving her in their corner and heading over to the boy stuffing his face with food.

"Is the food good?" Edmund smiled down at him. The boy stiffened before putting his head down more and eating slower. He didn't answer him. "Ah, not much of a talker? Or just the food that good?" Edmund laughed and filled a small plate of food. "Are you one of the orphans?"

The boy looked up at him from the corner of his eyes. "I don't live at that stupid orphanage or with any stupid adults that ain't my real folks." He said, his voice low and annoyed.

"Well if you need anything kid I am here all night and take this," Edmund handed him a card with his name, phone number, and address. "I am looking to adopt a kid tonight." With that he left the kid to his own devices.

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Mr. Hagan quietly took in his surroundings, there didn't seem to be anyone really worth talking too, an entertainer, someone who appeared to be some kind of scientist, and a few other people that the businessman deemed to be clearly beneath him.

Leaning against his cane, he eyed the guests, everyone here tried their best, but no one was really even close to someone like Mr. Hagan.

But Aschen Politics couldn't resist, even for a place like this simple Charity ball.

Another infusion of cubits came, but this time it was from a well dressed man that had just entered, a young slender woman beside him, with short cropped black hair, striking blue eyes, and a form fitting silk dress.

The woman however, wasn't organic, a carefully crafted body made from a strange dynamic proton lattice, carefully concealed to look almost human.

Immediately she looked around, letting her mind wander as she pinged the various electronic signals, attempting to exchange information, as well as carry out threat assessments.

Graystone immediately found Hagan, and the two briefly greeted each-other in Anquietas. Friendly handshakes among rivals, while Aiyanna quietly moved to the periphery of the room, watching the guests intently.

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The server would thank Jacob graciously as he donated and Nadya smiled as he left. Okay, that meant
and the second Aschen donation was murmured to her, and Nadya bit her bottom lip. She would have to thank them, wouldn’t she? This was going to suck on so many levels. So many.

Clive would stick out among the children there. Most wore their Sunday best and all were clean and tidy, all well fed. None would be making fun of Clive though. Most were hoping one of the well to do guests might be willing to adopt them, get them out of the system.

Olga had watched all of this, and went over to speak to Edmund. The elderly woman smiled at him. “You seem to be a good man. Thank you for coming to my granddaughter’s party.” She greeted, please. “You like children?”

Not happy but knowing her job, Nadya pasted on her sweetest smile and went to greet her Aschen guests. She was not happy but she could fake it and do so well. She just had to be nice, had to be sweet. They were helping out the orphans too, even if some of the orphans were the result of- No. She would be polite and nice.

Rahal kept an eye on the Aiyanna unit and idly bolstered the magical defenses of the room. Now any attempt at telepathy would result in a storm cloud of glitter over the telepath, coating them rather liberally in the herpes of the crafting world.

He loved having security jobs like this. It was a great way to be entertained.

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Character Portrait: Aiyanna Character Portrait: Nadya Alexeev Character Portrait: NC7- Alpha Character Portrait: Miles Hagan Character Portrait: Dr. Daniel Graystone Character Portrait: Prof. Jacob Anderson
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Jacob couldn’t help but shake the feeling that the synthetic human was there to show if not try and put his creation to shame, either way that was the kind of thing to expect from the aschen, or he was told to expect, from a few of his co-workers back aboard the station.

He snacked freely enjoying the varied array of cuisine available to all, taking a glass of drink from a server, he watched the two aschen and listened briefly to their chatter, being fluent in the languages of the aschen empire.

Jacob’s attention soon fell onto the number of children and younger generations were gathered at the event, he sighed gently and took a seat “all these young people, and no family to call their own” he couldn’t safely give one of these children a family especially with how closely he works on his project, let alone the station being light years away.


As for Alpha, he continued to silently monitor the signals only stopping when he realised he had been pinged, the robot’s head turned as, the physical form reactivated, the head following the synthetic robot across the hall from himself, he’d cut himself off from the Project network and then begin erecting electronic warfare defences, all this in microseconds, though, he’d not give a response, Alpha’s head rotated towards Jacob who was glaring across from his seat at the robot. The defences stayed up however and the combat unit went back to idling, monitoring the frequency and signals.

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A sleak black car made it's wa down the street. Dark tinted windows made sure that no one could see inside, but outside of this the car was more or less unassuming. Cedric watched three different screens as his car pulled up to the event. He had been busy, very busy, and still was. He was always busy in the early stages like this, when the infastructure was still being completed. Valentine Inc had already made a sweeping range of acquisitions, gobbled up small companies and firms in its expansion into the multiverse. Cedric put the final touches on a number of contracts as the car came to a stop. "Time to put on  good face."

He opened the door and slid out of the spacious back seat of the car, standing and buttoning his coat as he stepped toward the building. "Your hat sir." the driver, who had made his way quickly around to the back of the car and retrieved the black fadora from it's place on the back seat, held it out for Cedric. "Thank you Max, I'll call you when I'm ready." Cedric took the hat and placed it casually on his head before entering the building.

He could feel the magical security as soon as he entered, noting the old mage in the loby. He nodded towards the man as he entered, perhaps this party would have better luck than his last in the multiverse. The thought reminded him that he needed to made an appointment with David Malechite, he made a mental note to do so soon.

The attendies were varied, mostly well off folks looking to make grand gestures of philanthropy, though there were orphans there as well. "Theatrical, effective." Cedric said to himself. He wasn't really sure who the candidate was, a young girl, strange as it seemed. The thought of buying the future mayor of Wing City had not been ignored, Cedric had found mayors to be good business if one knew how to buy and sell them and what to get out of them in return. Oh certainly you didn't walk up to a candidate and offer them a deal, you bought candidates in much more subtle ways. However Cedric had yet to decide which candidate would be of the most use to him, so this would more or less be a philanthropic endeavor.

He kept an eye out for the hostess, regardless of other intentions, it was good manners to introduce himself.

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A man in a light beard and brown hair made a light jog up toward the building where the gala was held a long light grey canister held by handle in one hand. Bristol's black formal wear sported a blue shirt at least until he crossed some new boundary that made his body itch for a moment. He looked down at the gemlike eye sported on his watch and raised an eyebrow. Then a probing gloved finger dragged across a shining sandy surface leading him to realize his shirt had turned a glinting white. Was that glitter?

The Ductu knew exactly what was on his mind as deeply buried as she was to mimic thinner clothing, ((You told me not to resist - to conform. I'm conforming. There's a larger pattern shaping reality so I can't well fight it without breaking the ward, now can I? You should see your hair. White suits you.))

He looked up while grabbing a false lock of hair that was the Ductu wrapped around his locks and scalp to protect the head. Given the amount of high powered moguls there would be at this Gala she rather insisted. It paid to pay attention to one's security detail he reasoned at the time. He momentarily reconsidered and could feel the Ductu's amusement. Now his hair and shirt looked like something gem festooned. Bristol just sighed as that was enough staring this place likely had enough hair-gazing as it was. A vault for a particularly large cognizance array that served as a aetheric battery was getting heavier the closer he got to the door. Still, haul away ho, there was politicking to do.

While he smiled at the door holding the container with ease the Ductu exerted a great deal of force through Bristol's body just to keep it off the ground. Security once satisfied with his identity was content with his declaration of exotic hard currency. The whole place felt like the vault was pulling through sap. While the potential was there it wasn't being conducted so much as stored. He looked at one of the servers considering to give the donation to them.

The Ductu interceded as shining blue marble in his 'watch' that told time while it pointed the 12th hour wherever Ductu looked, ((Hm. I don't think it's not safe for these servants to carry the vault, Bristol. You could think of it dear that if I had them the air pressure in here would make my ears pop. The pressure against this kind of flow is giving the mana battery a great deal of inertia.))

No, they'd have to figure it out. There were rules to follow in this sort of place a thought to which the Ductu demurred but accepted. The canister had to be left at the door. He placed the stone vault with ornate ferroplasm chain handle down beside a servant with security. The top of the ornate psistone casing came to just past Bristol's knees and just about as thick likely settled the air by no longer trying to move through it. It was etched for both stability of purpose and access to the learned.

He offered to a servant by way of quiet explanation and a credit chit, "Ah, good sir. Bristol Stacks with a donation from interested parties for the young lady's cause as well as my own donation. A hundred thousand."

Bristol while private about his finances was not certainly not poor. Especially since this new arrangement ensuring full independence.

He clasped his hands with a conciliatory smile, "I'm afraid the benefactors have, ah, a modified understanding of liquid assets. You will need to talk to a mage to quantify exactly but I'm told it's at least several thousand circles worth of casting at a low emission rate. I should hope they find the vault both useful and exceedingly stable."

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Edmund too a sip of his drink as Devika looked around. An old adorable woman came up to him, “You seem to be a good man. Thank you for coming to my granddaughter’s party. You like children?” Devika turned to him and her.

Edmund done a small bow, "You are welcome, hope some good things come out of tonight, thank you for having us. As for liking children, I always enjoyed their company. Tonight I am looking forward to adopting one. Actually have an eye on one kid, now if only he was willing to be adopted." He chuckled.

"I had no idea we were adopting tonight." She said to the two of them, but actually directed it to him.

"Well, at first I wasn't sure, but then I saw the kids and I couldn't help but want to. I think he would make a great addition to the family." He smiled, knowing full well Devika might kill him after.

"If you think so, dear, so be it. Was it the boy you were talking to?" She asked and he nodded. "Adorable little one he is. I am sorry, we didn't get your name. This is Edmund and I am Devika, it is nice to meet you. Your granddaughter is adorable and has a very sweet heart." She said with a small bow.