Post by Stanislav Kovac on Jan 15, 2019 22:45:04 GMT
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The first thing most people would notice about Stanislav is the pair of giant horns, notably larger than any member of his family, growing out the side of his head; curling back behind his ears before coming to a stop under his chin. Like most of his family, Stanislav has a tall and stocky build, with an unmistakable plume of dense grey hair growing out the top of his head; which he keeps at bay in a daedalian braid. His body is a testament to his upbringing, with a powerful build and strong back, callous riddled skin, and countless thin white scars breaking up his tanned complexion. The most obvious of the scars are all found on his face: the first starting under the lobe of his right ear, and ending just a few millimeters under his right eye. The second neatly bisects his nose across the horizontal plane, continuing across his right eyelid until it reaches the end of its socket. Finally, a particularly ugly scar stretches down from just outside of left nostril ending just past his bottom lip.
Although barely noticeable at first, given that his clothing tends to obscure his hands, his right forearm and left hand have been amputated and replaced with high quality prosthetics.
Boring Details About his Clothing Here:
He continues to wear the uniform of his family’s school: A long waist cloth that reaches down to his ankles, where pair of well worn straw sandals protect his feet from the dirt and rocks. He covers his upper body with a short and wide sleeved robe tied at the waist and pinned shut at the neck, the excess of which is tucked into his waistcloth. An unusually long scarf is wrapped around his shoulders, the excess of which reaches down to his knees, where the glyphs of the prayers and poetry sacred to his family can be glimpsed, lovingly embroidered into the dingy old cloth by his own hand. The outermost garment is a short open cape, complete with a collar and tassled hem, bearing the insignia of his family on his back. Finally, the outfit is kept secure with a wide sash, which he slips his weapons and several pouches inside of.
His liege has strictly forbidden him from wearing this uniform when representing their interests however, deeming the ensemble unfit for polite society. Instead, they provided him with a separate set of clothes for official business. A military style long coat, complete with fringed epaulettes and a single shoulder cloak that covers his right arm. In the place of his usual waist cloth is a pair of ironed trousers, ending in a pair of steel boots. Ceremonial armour covers his arms and shoulders, the metal polished until it gleams. They have, however, permitted him to wear his scarf and waist sash, seeing as they serve as a mark of his lineage.
Finally, he owns a full suit of armour for when he’s engaged in a hunt, patinated and worn to the point where the reinforced steel more closely resembles weathered brass. Curiously the armour is modelled off a human’s anatomy, with sabatons and gauntlets that resemble bare feet and hands, a plackart modelled on the human abdominal muscles, so forth and so on. As always, he drapes his scarf over this armour, alongside an open fronted waist cloth and shawl over the metal, protecting it from the dust storms common to his home.
Maybe if you met him ten years ago, you might have been charmed by his curiosity, shyness, and gentle nature. Even at a young age he was a budding naturalist, having wanted to study the rare birds, reptiles, and spiritual phenomenon of the world, with no real interest in the fighting and martial prowess his family took so much pride in. A lot of this still survives of course, he’s gentle by nature and still tries to help people where he can.
That said, it can be exceptionally hard to see his better sides these days. His education has created what could be considered to be a perfect servant, precise, cold, dignified and detached. The rituals and formalities of the court etched in their brain and practised to the point where they’re as routine as breathing, and pervasive to the point where he won’t even sneeze outside of the correct time. However, this creation is a thin veneer over a rapidly cracking core. Be it through the excessive workload he puts on himself, estrangement from their siblings, or the strains the Devil Engine places on him, Stanislav has become exceptionally high strung and emotionally exhausted over the last few years. And so like many people do, he takes this stress out on random strangers, resorting to underhanded compliments, exceptionally courteous insults, and dry sarcasm.
Of course, he’s not one to repay kindness with insults, nor will he actively try to make someone feel bad. Unless they really deserve it.
Boring Details About The Kovac Family Here:
Vacuo was a pretty lovely place once, back when it still had a liveable environment. And like any place with an overabundance of dust, money, and swords, it was a fine place for people with a predilection for violence. Much like any other kingdom, schools and traditions began to form, each claiming they had found the superior method of splitting men.
In time, the wealth available for competent men at arms attracted a foreign mercenary, Zsigmond Kovac, a gifted swordsman and wielder of a potent Semblance: the Devil Engine. This Semblance allowed him to treat his body like a furnace, burning fuel to enhance his abilities. With his Semblance and Sword, he quickly found himself at the head a band of fellow stormy petrels. Once he satisfied his hunger for money, he turned his pursuit to power. He and his followers parted ways, seeking tutelage from as many of the schools and swordmasters they could. As the years passed they reunited often, carrying everything they had learned. They set about sharing what they had learned, through mutual instruction they sought to develop a peerless style. After a decade had passed, their work was finished.
Kovac's band reformed permanently, seeking to prove their New Unified Method's supremacy through demonstration. Kovac himself was recorded as having killed sixty men in duels across the nation. As word began to spread of this new style, the number of followers the Band gathered grew and grew. Eventually, Zsigmond would settle this wandering rabble in the scrub-lands, founding the Kovac School. He named his original followers masters of the style, and entrusted the education of the new students to them. Having largely grown bored with fighting by this time, Zsigmond returned to his original occupation of armour-smithing, as well as taking up poetry and philosophy.
His goal was to create something that could allow his students, many of who lacked the ability to manifest an aura, to fight on equal footing with those who could. His solution was a suit of armour lined with the elastic emulsion of a local tree, infused with steam dust. This inner lining acted as an explosive second suit of muscle, allowing the users to strike with force impossible for most humans. However the prohibitive expense limited the production to a half dozen suits for his masters.
When Zsigmond finally died, he passed his titles, possessions, knowledge, and Semblance on to his heirs, founding the Kovac Family. These heirs would continue to develop upon and refine Zsigmond's work, building upon his original techniques, designs, and theories. During this time, Zsigmond's writings became the basis of the School's doctrines to this day. Soon, the well armoured, armed, and trained members of the Kovac School came into high demand as bodyguards, instructors, and foot soldiers.
The Kovac School claims that violence is inescapable, so it came as little surprise to them when war and greed torn Vacuo apart. In the years that followed, martial strength was one of the few things people had to trade. The Kovac School began a new doctrine, their students would be pledged to wealthy foreign parties and signed into long term contracts, sending back the majority of their lucrative pay back to the School. In many circles it became a show of prestige and wealth to have the services of a member of the Kovac School.
As the money began to come in, it was decided that the artisan smiths of the School would begin to take their services public. Modernised models of Zsigmond's original designs of armour began to enter the scene, replacing the tree and dust extract with more stable and reliable materials. As the armours began making sound returns, an entire line of arms and armour became available on the market. Kovac Arms became popular option, boasting a reliability, ruggedness, and ease of repair many of the more mechanically complex designs available lacked.
The Kovac family pass possession of the family's school and smiths to the first born of the previous owner, with the remaining children taking up roles within the school, from Warrior-Servants to Seneschals and Administrators. It was tradition to raise them within the school for twelve years, before allowing them to decide their place in the wider organisation. The exception to the rule however, are those who inherited the Semblance the first Kovac himself once possessed: the Devil Engine. Typically manifesting once or twice a generation, those who could make use of it were instead expected to continue their training in the New Universal Method. It wasn't uncommon for these children to be promised to patrons only weeks after the power manifested.
Stanislav was no exception to this rule, the second child of Matas Kovac, he spent his childhood undergoing a rigorous course of physical conditioning, education in courtly skills, and indoctrination to hold the Prestige of his Family above all else. When a particularly brutal exercise caused the Devil Engine to manifest, sealing his fate. As he aged the training became increasingly arduous, costing him both hands before he was even sixteen years old, and countless pints of blood, sweat, and tears. When he reached sixteen he was bound into a forty year contract with the CEO of a large Atlasian PMC. Wanting to further expand his usefulness, as well as to secure the bragging rights of having not only a Kovac Retainer, but a Hunter at that, his patron funded his entry into Beacon Academy
When he initially arrived, he sported quite the superiority complex. After all, he had four hundred years of heritage and tradition behind him, most of his peers couldn’t even hope to match him, let alone surpass him. It didn’t take him long to realise how narrow his focus had been. While he could wrestle a student to the floor and have them in a choke-hold in fifteen seconds flat, he had no idea how to manage calculus. He might have been able to stitch a stab wound shut, but that didn’t help when he realised he had no idea how to buy groceries. And while his grooming gave him an edge over his peers, he soon found them catching him up.
By the time he graduated his first year, he had mellowed out significantly. Now in his second year, he’s looking to continue his ongoing growth, and to one day become someone truly worthy of his name and powers.
"Stanislav Kovac"
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Appearance
The first thing most people would notice about Stanislav is the pair of giant horns, notably larger than any member of his family, growing out the side of his head; curling back behind his ears before coming to a stop under his chin. Like most of his family, Stanislav has a tall and stocky build, with an unmistakable plume of dense grey hair growing out the top of his head; which he keeps at bay in a daedalian braid. His body is a testament to his upbringing, with a powerful build and strong back, callous riddled skin, and countless thin white scars breaking up his tanned complexion. The most obvious of the scars are all found on his face: the first starting under the lobe of his right ear, and ending just a few millimeters under his right eye. The second neatly bisects his nose across the horizontal plane, continuing across his right eyelid until it reaches the end of its socket. Finally, a particularly ugly scar stretches down from just outside of left nostril ending just past his bottom lip.
Although barely noticeable at first, given that his clothing tends to obscure his hands, his right forearm and left hand have been amputated and replaced with high quality prosthetics.
Boring Details About his Clothing Here:
He continues to wear the uniform of his family’s school: A long waist cloth that reaches down to his ankles, where pair of well worn straw sandals protect his feet from the dirt and rocks. He covers his upper body with a short and wide sleeved robe tied at the waist and pinned shut at the neck, the excess of which is tucked into his waistcloth. An unusually long scarf is wrapped around his shoulders, the excess of which reaches down to his knees, where the glyphs of the prayers and poetry sacred to his family can be glimpsed, lovingly embroidered into the dingy old cloth by his own hand. The outermost garment is a short open cape, complete with a collar and tassled hem, bearing the insignia of his family on his back. Finally, the outfit is kept secure with a wide sash, which he slips his weapons and several pouches inside of.
His liege has strictly forbidden him from wearing this uniform when representing their interests however, deeming the ensemble unfit for polite society. Instead, they provided him with a separate set of clothes for official business. A military style long coat, complete with fringed epaulettes and a single shoulder cloak that covers his right arm. In the place of his usual waist cloth is a pair of ironed trousers, ending in a pair of steel boots. Ceremonial armour covers his arms and shoulders, the metal polished until it gleams. They have, however, permitted him to wear his scarf and waist sash, seeing as they serve as a mark of his lineage.
Finally, he owns a full suit of armour for when he’s engaged in a hunt, patinated and worn to the point where the reinforced steel more closely resembles weathered brass. Curiously the armour is modelled off a human’s anatomy, with sabatons and gauntlets that resemble bare feet and hands, a plackart modelled on the human abdominal muscles, so forth and so on. As always, he drapes his scarf over this armour, alongside an open fronted waist cloth and shawl over the metal, protecting it from the dust storms common to his home.
Personality
Maybe if you met him ten years ago, you might have been charmed by his curiosity, shyness, and gentle nature. Even at a young age he was a budding naturalist, having wanted to study the rare birds, reptiles, and spiritual phenomenon of the world, with no real interest in the fighting and martial prowess his family took so much pride in. A lot of this still survives of course, he’s gentle by nature and still tries to help people where he can.
That said, it can be exceptionally hard to see his better sides these days. His education has created what could be considered to be a perfect servant, precise, cold, dignified and detached. The rituals and formalities of the court etched in their brain and practised to the point where they’re as routine as breathing, and pervasive to the point where he won’t even sneeze outside of the correct time. However, this creation is a thin veneer over a rapidly cracking core. Be it through the excessive workload he puts on himself, estrangement from their siblings, or the strains the Devil Engine places on him, Stanislav has become exceptionally high strung and emotionally exhausted over the last few years. And so like many people do, he takes this stress out on random strangers, resorting to underhanded compliments, exceptionally courteous insults, and dry sarcasm.
Of course, he’s not one to repay kindness with insults, nor will he actively try to make someone feel bad. Unless they really deserve it.
History
Boring Details About The Kovac Family Here:
Vacuo was a pretty lovely place once, back when it still had a liveable environment. And like any place with an overabundance of dust, money, and swords, it was a fine place for people with a predilection for violence. Much like any other kingdom, schools and traditions began to form, each claiming they had found the superior method of splitting men.
In time, the wealth available for competent men at arms attracted a foreign mercenary, Zsigmond Kovac, a gifted swordsman and wielder of a potent Semblance: the Devil Engine. This Semblance allowed him to treat his body like a furnace, burning fuel to enhance his abilities. With his Semblance and Sword, he quickly found himself at the head a band of fellow stormy petrels. Once he satisfied his hunger for money, he turned his pursuit to power. He and his followers parted ways, seeking tutelage from as many of the schools and swordmasters they could. As the years passed they reunited often, carrying everything they had learned. They set about sharing what they had learned, through mutual instruction they sought to develop a peerless style. After a decade had passed, their work was finished.
Kovac's band reformed permanently, seeking to prove their New Unified Method's supremacy through demonstration. Kovac himself was recorded as having killed sixty men in duels across the nation. As word began to spread of this new style, the number of followers the Band gathered grew and grew. Eventually, Zsigmond would settle this wandering rabble in the scrub-lands, founding the Kovac School. He named his original followers masters of the style, and entrusted the education of the new students to them. Having largely grown bored with fighting by this time, Zsigmond returned to his original occupation of armour-smithing, as well as taking up poetry and philosophy.
His goal was to create something that could allow his students, many of who lacked the ability to manifest an aura, to fight on equal footing with those who could. His solution was a suit of armour lined with the elastic emulsion of a local tree, infused with steam dust. This inner lining acted as an explosive second suit of muscle, allowing the users to strike with force impossible for most humans. However the prohibitive expense limited the production to a half dozen suits for his masters.
When Zsigmond finally died, he passed his titles, possessions, knowledge, and Semblance on to his heirs, founding the Kovac Family. These heirs would continue to develop upon and refine Zsigmond's work, building upon his original techniques, designs, and theories. During this time, Zsigmond's writings became the basis of the School's doctrines to this day. Soon, the well armoured, armed, and trained members of the Kovac School came into high demand as bodyguards, instructors, and foot soldiers.
The Kovac School claims that violence is inescapable, so it came as little surprise to them when war and greed torn Vacuo apart. In the years that followed, martial strength was one of the few things people had to trade. The Kovac School began a new doctrine, their students would be pledged to wealthy foreign parties and signed into long term contracts, sending back the majority of their lucrative pay back to the School. In many circles it became a show of prestige and wealth to have the services of a member of the Kovac School.
As the money began to come in, it was decided that the artisan smiths of the School would begin to take their services public. Modernised models of Zsigmond's original designs of armour began to enter the scene, replacing the tree and dust extract with more stable and reliable materials. As the armours began making sound returns, an entire line of arms and armour became available on the market. Kovac Arms became popular option, boasting a reliability, ruggedness, and ease of repair many of the more mechanically complex designs available lacked.
The Kovac family pass possession of the family's school and smiths to the first born of the previous owner, with the remaining children taking up roles within the school, from Warrior-Servants to Seneschals and Administrators. It was tradition to raise them within the school for twelve years, before allowing them to decide their place in the wider organisation. The exception to the rule however, are those who inherited the Semblance the first Kovac himself once possessed: the Devil Engine. Typically manifesting once or twice a generation, those who could make use of it were instead expected to continue their training in the New Universal Method. It wasn't uncommon for these children to be promised to patrons only weeks after the power manifested.
Stanislav was no exception to this rule, the second child of Matas Kovac, he spent his childhood undergoing a rigorous course of physical conditioning, education in courtly skills, and indoctrination to hold the Prestige of his Family above all else. When a particularly brutal exercise caused the Devil Engine to manifest, sealing his fate. As he aged the training became increasingly arduous, costing him both hands before he was even sixteen years old, and countless pints of blood, sweat, and tears. When he reached sixteen he was bound into a forty year contract with the CEO of a large Atlasian PMC. Wanting to further expand his usefulness, as well as to secure the bragging rights of having not only a Kovac Retainer, but a Hunter at that, his patron funded his entry into Beacon Academy
When he initially arrived, he sported quite the superiority complex. After all, he had four hundred years of heritage and tradition behind him, most of his peers couldn’t even hope to match him, let alone surpass him. It didn’t take him long to realise how narrow his focus had been. While he could wrestle a student to the floor and have them in a choke-hold in fifteen seconds flat, he had no idea how to manage calculus. He might have been able to stitch a stab wound shut, but that didn’t help when he realised he had no idea how to buy groceries. And while his grooming gave him an edge over his peers, he soon found them catching him up.
By the time he graduated his first year, he had mellowed out significantly. Now in his second year, he’s looking to continue his ongoing growth, and to one day become someone truly worthy of his name and powers.
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