Bellikos Veraticles (Adult Material Contained)

[rapturedreality]

Name: Bellikose Veraticles
Nickname(optional): Lukose, or Luke

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Species: Greek Demigod (half god)

Position: Spartan Hero, upcoming rival of Hercules


Powers:
(color thing below N/A at this time.. because its not a word documant and I haven't explored note formatting)

Red- attack skill
Dark Red- weapon pool
Orange- affliction
Green- defensive skill
Teal- Other/Racial skill
Blue- stat buff

SKILLPOOL: Spartan Training- your training in the Spartan army has hardened your mind and body, you know nothing other than combat and the fight for survival

Armour handling- knowing your way around armour helps you identify its quality and even repair it under less than ideal conditions
Batter- your shield is powerful bashing tool, stun your enemies with a blow they probably aren’t expecting.
Battle Rage- your enemies shall know your wrath, and tremble in fear when you and your warriors fly into a violent rage.
Concussive Blow- rupture organs and blood vessels by striking armour with a blunt weapon.
Disruption- make them pay for wearing a helm by bashing it in with the hilt of your sword, causing temporary deafness and the loss of equilibrium.
Duel Wield- your off hand is not so off anymore!
Marksmanship- you are a true master with a bow
Onslaught- your might is overwhelming, acts of brutality fuel your bloodlust. (as if Battle rage isn’t enough)
Weapon Training- you are more proficient with your weapons, giving you a greater attack speed and offence with melee weapons.


SKILLPOOL: Tactician- it takes more than strength in numbers to win a battle, and you’ve got the intelligence to prove it.

Anatomy- know your enemy and strike at their weak points
Art of War- Your brilliance in tactics makes you valuable ally, you are transcendent with: Siege, Battle standard, and Naval tactics
Disarm- your enemy is vulnerable if you remove their weapon, knock it from their grasp with a mighty blow
Inspiration- Inspire your soldiers to greater heights! Your words boost their strength and defence.
Lacerate- bleed em’ out.
Hamstring- targeting the legs and forearms will slow and wound your opponent
Mortal Wound- drive your blade deep into a kill zone
Mythological Bestiary- extensive knowledge on the creatures of Ancient Greece and average Ancient Egyption/Persian
Rally- gather and heal your troops with a strong dose of morale!
Rend Armour- In your brilliance you have devised a way to target and disable armour.
Rigor- Your strict training routine is hard on your men, but the stamina and dexterity is worth it.
War Paint- you can mix together a warpaint similar to the Northern Barbarians, WILL cause massive hallucination and increased battle performance do to the natural painkillers and altered state of mind.

SKILLPOOL: Legacy- Stories of your greatness have been embellished to the point of world fame, many tremble in your presence.
Animal Companion- Your trusty Dire Wolf, Titan, is your most loyal friend. (LOCKED) (note: Titan will change forms to suit the world environment, generally counts as a Summon- see guidelines for KH 1&2 summons, NOT Final Fantasy)
Battle Awareness- during combat the world is sharp and clear, you do not truly feel the world as it is without the rush of battle. The world is murky place without the battle you crave.
Counter Attack- parry and riposte on pure reflex
Defensive Reaction- you cannot be caught off guard, even when your perspective is dulled by the absence of battle.
Devine Blood- the blood of a god runs through your veins, but the bastard never paid child support!
Hero’s might- your Heroic deeds give you strength and favours of the gods, quest and pray to achieve your full potential!
Ignore Pain- no pain in the verse’ can stop you! Only a mortal wound can hinder your combat.
Quick Recovery- return to your feet quicker, avoiding a death on the cold ground
Resilience- call upon your godly blood to steel your body and take mighty concussive blows.
Titan’s Strength- Dismember your appoints with your bare hands, bash in doors, tear through walls, and lift objects that would crush a lesser mortal


Weapon and Equipment:
Right hand: A basic, strait edge blade of Greek origin. Item quality: Questionable. Blade quality: Sharp!
Left hand: A large, round, Spartan shield. Item Quality: Good. Protection: Average
Right wrist: A spiked leather wrist brace. Item quality: poor. Blade quality: Sharp! Protection: Decent-poor
Left wrist: Aphrodite’s Favour- a thin wristband with her seal provides charisma and protection. Quality: Epic. Defence Quality: Average. Charisma Enchantment Quality: Adonis
Chest: A standard bronze chest plate. Item Quality: Questionable. Protection: Decent-minimal
Shoulders: Spiked leather shoulder pads. Item Quality: Good. Protect: Decent-good
Back: Banner of Hades- A dark cape bearing Hades’ insignia provides a resistance to fire and cool shadowy and flaming special affects. Item Quality: Epic. Defence Quality: Poor. SPX quality: Godly
Neck: the Symbol of Charon- A clasp to hold the cape on, bearing the Seal of Charon, allows free passage across Styx. Item Quality: Epic. Defence quality: N/A
Waist: A standard belt and skirt of Spartan make. Item Quality: decent. protection: average.
Legs/feet: Iron greaves. Item quality: Average. Protection: Average-Good
Head: Gift of Ares- a full-plate helm that covers his entire head, enchanted to allow sight and breathe wile worn. Item Quality- Epic. Protection: Epic

Appearance:

Fully armoured:

Armoured from head to toe, there is no mistaking this man to be a warrior. The helm of Ares’, glinting in the light. The sleek metal covers his face in a shiny, rounded surface that moves back over the curve of his skull into a long, flat blade. The sides curve back in a similar manner, but in longer more decorative angles. The protective facemask is enchanted to not only allow him to see and breathe out of the solid, flawless surface, but can vanish to allow unaltered speech patterns show off his handsome but still quite hidden face. Eyes like the forest on a cool autumn’s day poke are almost visible under the shade of his of helm, the nose placed between them, browned from hot sun, shows off his natural skin tone. He is the proud owner of a chiselled jaw and manly, stubbled chin at very end of his long face with lush, full lips that are placed somewhere in between. His thick, rugged neck is visible just barely to the collar, where his armour and clasp begin. His broad shoulders are awarded extra girth in the form of giant leather and metal pads, each one holding a set of large spiked studs. Draped over his shoulders and chest plate is a work of art. It swirls and flows around him as though it were living smoke, though the cloth is solid. A beautiful compilation of purple, blue, and black, it writhes and pulses with his emotion and in his rage, explodes in a cold and unburning fire. At his waist hangs a Spartan kilt of leather and brass, which connects well to the chest plate he had melded in the shape of his abdomen and pectorals. His long, hairy legs appear from underneath this leather man-dress, and find protection under a large pair of metal greaves that double as boots. The knee pads made of a strong metal and leather combination that also herald deadly spikes.
(his gifted clothing and armor is not worn in the arena)
Luduswear: A gladiator’s loin cloth covers his man-parts, displaying his muscular body in full. His arms are covered by long leather sleeves and his feet by heavy boots. A wooden training sword at his hand and a shield at the other, he is ready to spar.

(when freed)Relaxed: Clad in decretive wrist braces, a short, deep red toga, and brown strap sandals that extend to his knees, you get a good view of the man. Extremely well muscled and dark he stands at heroic six foot, eight inches. Hair cropped short could easily be modernized with a touch of gel, but for now lays almost flat on his head and lightly juts out in an unkempt manor. Eyes like frosted leaved on cold morning in the fall twinkle enchantingly, almost as if exotic gems were set in bronze statue.

Personality: Rather Jovial and carefree when relaxed, he


Original World: Southern Peloponnesus, Ancient Greece
Current Residing World: Olympic Coliseum


History/Background: An Old man stood by, leaning on his staff. His skin covered in whatever foul plague was ravaging his village. “Ah, I see you there, weary traveler.” He half rasped in a deep, aged voice. “Sit awhile, and listen.” with a wave of his hand the firepit jumped to life and locals gathered round. “I wish to relate to you a tale, a tale of a hero… but don’t worry I won’t bore you with his entire story-no, I’ll give the high points, and.. Whatnot.” he breathed as a drink was forced into your hand and your rear found wood, heavy hands pushed down your shoulders. Warmth took affect as the special lotus and hemp mixture slid down your gullet and the man related the short version of the Bellikosian Legend wile your pockets were emptied and clothing stolen.



Discovery of Fate: He hobbled forward and the aged man began the tale, “In a war torn country, deep in the heart of the southern Peloponnesus, a child was found by a general in the Spartan Army. For years Veraticles and his wife had been unsuccessful in bearing fruit” he paused to make an obscene gesture with his barely-covered-by-his-rag-of-a-shirt nether region, “and a man needs a son to carry on his legacy.” The decrepit peasant spread his lips apart to reveal long and yellow, misshapen teeth in an impossibly wide grin, and a pungent odor escaped the crusty hole in his face. A pustule nearly hidden by a long grey beard popped and began to ooze into the dirty tangle. “The toddler seemed to be surviving alone, dirty and naked. If this wasn’t the perfect Spartan-to-be, what was?” the disgusting thing on three legs, two scabbed fleshy and one wooden prosthetic that extending to a point from his hand, limped over to a filthy woman and licked her cheek. She in turn slapped him hard, which covered her hand in the thick yellow puss. He cackled at her shriek of terror, several people joined in at his mockery and awarded him with a frothy mug. He turned back to you and continued, “The already savage boy was taken in by the general and raised as a Spartan, and of course did not disappoint his adoptive parents.”

The Trial of Youth: As you began to sober up from intoxicating mixture, another drink found its way to your hand just after the jacket on your back was stripped from your being, you let it go with a strange feeling of trust granted by the wonderful brew. “From an early age Spartan children face harsh, even brutal conditions. This herds out the weak before they become a waste of resources and they abandoned in the wild far from home, left starve or learn to be strong through self preservation.” the odd man was suddenly not so strange, and you felt like he was a friend as he hobbled around with his disturbing mannerisms. Oblivious to hands in your pockets that gave you relief to the burden of your possessions, you continued to listen to and enjoy the story. “Bellikose was more than capable of survival, naturally stronger, faster, and stronger than his peers- and even the older children, adolescence wouldn’t reach his boyish frame for another two years and he was a force to be reckoned with.
“He was sent to the mountains early and over time formed a bond with two other boys there, Ajax and Goliath. They were stronger than the rest, and together the boys were unstoppable. It’s said that at nine years of age, Lukose defeated the great Dire Wolf Karnitos” He paused the story and with a wave of his hand, added, “Oh… much larger a beast than Orthoros, who was slain by the heroin Atlantia” he returned to the main subject of Bellikose with a sharp exhale, “and with the help of his friends slew the entire pack, save for the Alpha’s pup which was named Titan. Together the three maimed and slaughtered their way over the mountaintop, all manor of beast fell before them.” An empty mug removed from your grasp, a new and full one replaced it. Shoes and socks and other possessions liberated from your ownership seemed to be of so little importance as drink and the story became your only concern. The old man babbled on, his pustules and disease ridden features left him in your drunken state of mind. A decaying hag of a woman that had seated herself next to you had now become a beautiful Siren, the entire world around you transformed in a place more kind to the eyes.
“Even Arrogus, a great hundred-eyed monstrosity was defeated by Veraticles.” He again drifted off in brief explanation of a beast, “Yes the same one Hera had used to guard a lover of Zeus, but of course failed again. The Jealous bitch.” Then he waved his hand brushed back his suave black hair and leaned on the bar top to quaff down a good portion of mead. “The head placed on a pike, he kept it as a trophy to prove his might to the entire City of Sparta. A grand trophy it was and I hear he keeps a special room in his Villa for such things, very grizzly and gruesome a place.” he cackled.
“After relating his tales to his father, he was allowed to keep Titan, and he remains a loyal companion today. Of the many children that were sent up to mountains, only a few survived. Ajax, Goliath, Necrotites, and Bellikose returned to the glorious city of Sparta and continued their training.” He paused to ordered another round. Your nude body, from the waist up, rested comfortably in a hard chair. Your newly acquired pint, merrily sloshed on your trousers, has made you extremely happy and the changes around are not troublesome in the least. “And the new guy, Necrotites, was in fact later killed by Bellikose after the scoundrel sold his soul for control over the dead. I heard he was on of the first necro-erotic Soldiers, or whatever the word is… Well he was powerful one anyway, nasty guy.”
Adolescent Victory: Quickly the topic was returned by a handsome couple who had asked about the Battle of Delphi, a ruckus of ‘hear, here’ resonated across the room that had not been there when you arrived.
With wide and perfect smile the once ragged man continued on a wonderful and masculine voice. “By the age of sixteen he was a Spartan War Hero, during this part of his life he spent a great deal of time paying tribute to Ares and Athena- even Hades, as the coffers of the underworld overflowed with the souls of the fallen.” The man said, and then proceeded to drowned his pallet with more ale. Wiping his mouth on his cuff, he adamantly continued. “Battle after battle he emerged victorious, covered in blood and entrails he continued to fight and war even when he was lost in a sea of opposition. As the soul survivor of many encounters, rumour began to circulate. His brothers in arms would speak of his brutality and ferocity on the battle field with such reverence that soon he had quite a reputation.” The vision of masculine beauty at the bar stood up strait and walked around the table to tap a new keg, and refresh the patrons’ mugs.
“The greatest victory of his teenage years was the battle of Delphi, in which he slew a mighty Ettin and the beastial army. It is said that he lead the charge, under his command were a loyal garrison of troops numbering in the low hundreds. The opposition was a great mass of animals and wild hybrids, such as Satyr, Minotaur, strange Golem-like creatures, and even undead. Leading this army was great disfigured man, the son of Thetis- who had been transformed by Zeus in punishment for hunting and killing an entire heard of wild Pegasus.” he said, as he prowled back and forth in front of the fireplace and its beautiful mantle.
He turned and pointed to a tapestry that depicted two beings locked in combat, one much more monster than man. The violent struggle a centerpiece to a much more terrifying battle that surrounded it and it looked as though the beasts were winning. “The battle raged for days and finally the two came to blows. The remainder of his army stood back and watched the spectacle. The Spartan warrior and the Abomination fought with wild abandon for hours, neither tiring nor giving any quarter. The battle ranged over the landscape and scarred it, as their full ability was tested in every aspect. Finally he knocked Calibos down and moved in for the kill, bringing his blade down hard in a mighty deathblow the point of his sword pierced the earth and sank into it like a hot knife through butter.”
With his next words the mysterious man brought the section to an end. “Thetis had saved her son, transporting him far away. Ironically demigod was slain sometime later by Perseus. For his deeds on this day Ares granted him an indestructible helm of his own, personal design.” As the legend unfolded, the vision before you with near Adonis-like appeal became something more to you; every one in the room was more than family or friend just then. A new was bought to your lips and in your happy and warm state the demonstration of the next verse gave unending allure to stay and be one of them.


Social Erotica: “As a man grew up, he built a “small” Villa near the Village of Helos, where he held many celebrations. One in particular caught the attention of Dionysus and Bacchus, which lasted for weeks. It was said that his massive appendage brought such rapture to his guests that their cries of ecstasy could be heard in highest regions of Olympus and very bowls of Tartarus.” As though an accent to his words, the men and woman around you sang out in moans and grunts as they pleased each other and themselves. The man telling the parable continued speaking, clearly oblivious to the wild orgy that was about unfold. “When his guests spoke of the event they summed it up in one world: Elysian. Man and woman alike submitted to his great extension, all of them left satisfied, and sore. Woman who experienced cunnilinglus would explode in apex, covering their godly host in vaginal fluid and in the three times he came he gave enough seed for five women to enjoy.” At this a man to left gave his own fluid to the three savants at his nethers. “They say his essence is empowering and creates a high far greater than any other, many have feinted from the raw power transferred in his thick, forceful spray.” uttering a bemused chuckle at this and his next words, he said “Unfortunately even here, there were casualties. Three experienced climax so powerful it left them catatonic, five were torn and bled to death, one drowned in semen, several pelvises were broken, a member was bitten off, and a full cask of mead fell upon a man receiving oral pleasure. Both parties died, as the barrel landed on her head as well.” he said and the strangely comfortable group session ended as quickly as it began, and stranger yet, was forgotten all together.
Finishing the inappropriate narrative, he says, “Pleased with the act, Dionysus blessed Bellikose with the gift of plenty. Every morning a cask of potent and exotic drink would appear in his cellar until he one for every part of the world, and the final was the drink of the gods. Each one forever replenishing itself once emptied, sometimes needing to do so three or four times a day in the Debauchery to come. Sadly not a single one compared to this one, though mortals can tell not the difference. Aphrodite and Persephone soon called upon the service of Lukos, one even awarding him a token of her affection.” with this, the attending applauded the legend’s focusing character for his sexual might.

Journey of Madness: The room finally quieted down and the next installment of the fable was brought to word by the wonderful host who provides you with free liquor. Perhaps you will never leave his generous world, “When his brother, and oldest friend, Ajax perished from self infliction he blamed Athena. The goddess of wisdom and strategic battle had cursed the hero with insanity, so when he defeated Achilles he was denied the right to claim his arm. Stricken with grief and rage Ajax took his own life and in his disgrace, descended into Tartarus.
“Determined to make a fool of Athena, Lukose once again made his journey to the underworld. By now he given the ferryman a Persian war elephant’s weight in gold, and he Charon had become friends. On this day he approached the great river of Styx and the tormented soul stood at the banks waiting for him. Briefly exchanging words, Charon flicked a small pendant at Luke so that he may travel the river systems without the aide of the ferry. The boatman nodded, and shoved off, the ferry crowded with arrivals from the war on the barbarian menace.”
A new round of drinks was the award to those who were still there, and all the newcomers were in the process of having their cloth and coin removed from them in order to join the strange cult who were not dissimilar to the Lotus Eaters. “Walking just above the water, Luke ventured deep into Hades, boldly he strolled right into the city of Dis.” The host grinned charmingly as he spoke of the Spartan’s adventure, almost as though talking of an old friend he. With a bit of a personal touch the yarn continued, “Smiling, he recalled his last visit to the city of the dead. On that particular occasion he had journeyed into to the underworld by the request of Persephone, and without explanation. When he arrived, and came face to face with Goddess, it soon became obvious he was a conjugal visitor.” the spectators laughed and joked and the Host finished the anecdote, “Calling his mind back to the task at hand, and his hand off his sword, he continued on.” Chuckling lightly he returned to the point, “The citizens walking past him were completely unaware of his presence. He felt the warmth of the goddess’s touch, and knew she was protecting him. Finally nearing the eternal prison, he descended down into the stinking pits of Tartarus.
“The march was treacherous, the land unstable. The Goddess, who was tricked into marriage by Hades, could not protect her lover in this region and Bellikose was forced to battle his way into the very heart of this world. Fire and blood erupting around him, he could barely the explosions over the screams of the damned and forsaken. Because a hero had attempted to rescue him, Prometheus had been relocated here. A giant fiery Roc was here munching on his innards, this new prison was chained to the arm of Atlas. Bellikose marveled at the torment around him, and even took note of a few who had arrived by means of his own blade.”
The bard took a sorrowful tone as he spoke the next piece, “It is unclear whether or not he ever made it to see his friend, but Homer clearly tells us that Ajax is still down there when Odysseus visits Hades. What is clear is that is that he was ripped out of Tartarus and placed before Persephone, who needed call upon mighty heroes for a purpose not quite so selfish as you may be thinking.” he said, and then an ominous undertone crept into his voice, “The Barbarian Army from the far north set upon the land of Greece like a foul plague, and decided upon the unthinkable. They were going to lay siege to the underworld itself in an attempt to keep the Greek soldiers from ever finding rest. Granted the Banner of Hades, he stood tall as a living general in the Thanatosian Army.
“To make a very long story short, he eventually he beat the horde back, and was called back to Sparta for an urgent mission.”

The End of a Hero: “The Barbarian Hordes just kept coming, their war paint filled with hallucinogens and pain killers. Led by Bellikose Veraticles, the Spartan Army stood ready in Megera and the Northern Barbarians slaughtering their way through an Athenian line of defense. They burst through the front gate and met up with the troops Athens had been able to spare. A mighty roar ripped through the open maw of the Spartan Hero as he tore through the scene. Then he saw something in the sky, a great god whom none of the Greek had ever before seen. Loki, high above, would soon cover the world in darkness.
“The heartless sprang from the ground and rained down from the sky. Within the hour, the mighty Greek Empire fell.” he said, and despair filled the room. Another pint was drank, a toast to the Mighty Spartan, and people wept. Even you cried, under the influence of the potent grog, of course.

Rebirth: The man finally continues, finishing the story like a preacher reciting a eulogy. “They say there are many worlds, some even near replicas of another. With Persephone near to Lukose, her favor shone brightly on him that day and he saved from the engulfing darkness. She dropped him in Olympic Coliseum, but not quite the one she meant to and he quickly found himself being kicked awake by a tall, thin satyr with massive horns. The disgruntled goat man was quick to sponsor him in the tournaments, of course after being strung up in the tree Luke had found rest under. The Spartan was quickly took up arms to fuel his legacy, and make a name for himself in this new, yet familiar world. Under the guidance of his new coach, Hostilities, he began his ‘Hero Training’.” he said, and you and your new family drank and retold the story over, and over, and over again. Caught in a loop that lasted for eternity, courtesy of the host and his special brew.




Role Playing Sample:

Standing at the center of a great Coliseum, he faced off against at giant Minotaur. The beast was massive, and certainly not what he was used to dealing with. “Fuck me running,” He breathed as an axe twice the mans size crashed down in the place he had stood just mere moments before. With a quick leap forward he lashed out and landed a devasting blow to… the air. His opponent already gone and in the middle of a follow-up crosscut. Quickly, he leapt back, narrowly avoiding decapitation. Before Bellikose had a chance to recover, a giant hairy fist smashed into his torso, and sent him flying back into a beautifully carved marble pillar. With a heavy groan laden with insults, he pealed himself off the construct. “Oh you fucking bastard spawn of an island king’s labyrinth, I‘ll gut you like a Christian in Rome… You‘ll fuckin’ wish I beat you to death with this thing by the time I‘m through with you.” he said as he broke the column at its southernmost buttress and swung it at the monstrous bull, who in turn caught it and spun Lukose around. The crowd screamed in delight and then let out a gasp of shock as the man climbed up onto the great marble club and dashed towards the beast. The surprise attack caught the ugly thing off guard and the simple blade found rest in the soft, now oozing tissues of bull-man’s eye. It yelped and shrieked as the crowd erupted in a thunderous roar, which became even louder when the Spartan jumped up onto the monster’s head and broke off one of its man sized horns, which he buried in the back of its skull. “Rot in Tartarus.” he growled. The Minotaur fell to the ground in spasms. He unsheathed his blade from the goop and thrust it into the air, which in turn set the spectators into a new frenzy. He smiled at his triumph and the chanting of his name, but quickly regretted the sword being over head when eye-slime dripped onto his exposed head.

Tall and lanky, a thin and well muscled satyr charged the man. He reached his pupil’s side and raised his arm in victory of a battle he had nothing to do with other than booking. the crowd roared even louder as Hostilities escorted Bellikose off the battle ground. “Ya’ know kid, you got sum brassies, tryin’ that shit.” he grumbles. “and don’t give me no bash ‘bout a fuckin’ other world, I’ll have ya runnin’ killers till yer legs raught. Now hit the shower ‘n get that grit of yerself, ‘nother match at sunset gensta group o’ Trojans.”

Lukose groaned a bit, opened his mouth to speak and then closed it at mention of the killer drills. He didn’t know why he listend to the old goat, but he knew that he had to start over in building a name for himself. empires would crumble, cities would fall but he would stand tall forever. Immortalized in song and art, his name would be known long after kings like Agamemnon died. He remembered meeting Achilles, and his reasons for fighting. He remembered the long talks they had about war and women and the bastards that claimed the spoils of victory and left the soldiers with nothing. He didn’t fear death, niether of them did. But they feared being forgotten, lost in the pages of history or being one of those that never flowed onto the page through a philosopher’s ink. He needed Hostilities, and Hostilities needed him. So he did as he was told, but before he left he asked how many and when told of the ten men he merely shrugged and said, “Sounds unfair, I’m sure they’re fathers or brothers, sons or cousins. They should make their peace, because they will never go home.” his morbid growl left even the cold Hostilities in a sober gloom.

[rapturedreality]

I haven't fully edited it from its orginal context- meaning its still formatted for a fb note.

I also do not expect this to get approved, I wasnt sure where to share it.

[Ellie who has 0%]

Rejected for mislabeling the profile. It's incomplete so it should be labeled a WIP. Also I find this profile more fitting for...I don't know God of War, then Disney's Olympus Coliseum, since that's where ALL ancient greek. Also tone it done...this really isn't an M rated site, which you should know. When in doubt repost.