Goji
03-14-07, 02:34 PM
Name: Goji Tuskan
Age: 28
Race: Human... mostly
Hair Color: Dark brown with the odd fleck of lighter shades in the sun
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 6 inches (6'7 in his original world)
Weight: 1lbs if not less (260lbs)
*Occupation: Mecha Pilot
*Personality: For all intents and purposes, hes a hard-man, though dosen't really reflect this in his personality, despite the wildman kind of apperance and the imposing physique hes a boy that never grew up. Not in the creepy still playing with action men kind of way, but hes intensely immature, irreverant to all but the most serious issues and looking for a good skive, a bit of craick and a pint or two.
In a simple way to explain his temperment if you cut him, his blood would release steam and sizzle. An epitome of hot-blooded mecha piloting hes willing to do anything... and many times has done to get what he needs acheived, usually to the frustration of the Quarter master, mechanics or his superiors. Landing in Althanas hasn't dulled any of that reckless abandon for action and frolics, hell without having to put up with whatever brass was hiring him its become far easier.
Appearance: If you picture the blood of a Northern Irishman and then add that to a body-type more standard on a Conan the Barbarian level... you get close to what hes like. A giant of a man, large muscles though not too developed unlike the Barbarian who frequently mentions Crom. His hair was a massive messy mane, a thick spiked mess on the top of his head and down all around, even his sideburns were pretty damn huge. His skin was weathered and tanned quite thickly from constant skirmishes in the sunny side of Mexico... with quite a number of scars all along his form, thanks to Tequila and its many questionable suggestions at a lonely hour. His most prominent one goes from his left cheek up diagonally over his nose and came to rest at his right temple... the story to that usually begins 'some friggin goit spilt me bloody pint'... to be fair you should see how the other guy came out of it.
His fore-arms are wrapped in thick wrestling style strapping, in his opinion far better than any piloting gloves, leaving his fingers exposed. The same coverings are around his feet just leaving his heel and the 'lil wigglys' exposed. Never one to beleive in pilot suits he had managed to get a note from mommy (exactly which mother changed depending on the country and force organization... who said forging signatures wasn't a good trick?) Goji instead wears his own personal outfit, chosen for comfort and the intimidation factor that results when seeing this madman banging on your cockpit panel. On his legs were a very baggy and exceptionally worn out, restitched, torn up, sewn down pair of denim jeans, pretty much past the shins its all white shreds of what were once a pretty dapper pair of trousers.
Covering his mighty torso of man-flesh was a very ragged and equally old solid black t-shirt... well almost solid, the sleeves and waistline were a bit torn, most of the elastic had long since been snapped in the neck line and originally it had a rather nice slogan of 'My other mechs a Getter'... but thats now just faded tatters. Of course to finish up such an ensemble one needs some real flair when it comes to the acessories, ones finishing touches upon an out-fit. As such around his waist is a heavy, large linked section of chain mimicing a belt... around his neck, a large, tattered red scarf and for when the weather gets a little peaky a light tan trenchcoat, sleeves ALWAYS rolled up to his elbows.
History: Born in Tiquanna,Gojis parents granted him a confused heritage,his mother a french native and his father a japanese soldier,both extricated to Southern America for the sake of avoiding the current conflicts being stirred up in Europe and greater Asia. This didn't become much of a problem on Gojis sixteenth birthday on discovering he was adopted, but you have to admit, every family photo and portrait was bloody confusing for a young, impressionable kid. Then while growing up Goji definately felt the stings of a growing conflict,finding himself volunteering for the 93rd Wanzer division of the Mexican armed forces,his lack of technical ability was deemed unimportant when compared to his physical prowess and had a superb combat record,however after two years of service,numerous insubordination accusations filed and multiple arrests he was finally court-martialled and summarily discharged dishonourably,the main reason being his vagueness on a mission report that simply could not be ignored,the loss of vital military equipment with no idea on its location,although Goji was quoted at the end of the trial simply stating "If I told them the truth they would have never beleived,so I just said I lost the thing".
After that he started to take on mercenary work, while his record appaled those of an upturned nose, any git with glitz and guts snapped him on account of his battle prowess and the unusual tactics. He served in several of the so-called Mexican Liberation wars and also did campaigns in Europe and Africa, as such his foreign languages phrase books cause an annoying clutter in his mechs manual compartment since it just prevents him from sneaking an extra hip-flask of dutch courage into missions. Eventually a sort of unofficial promotion entered his mind and Goji upgraded himself from piloting the rather clumsy and stout Wanzers into the full sized combat mechs that had been dominating the battle field in recent years. Now with a larger scale to work with Gojis flair for welding and ill-concieved notions on how to improve tried and true designs was brought out, such 'sucesses' involved blowing apart a missle factory by attaching five barreled mortor rifle to his mechs shoulder... the aftermath of course ripping the mech clean in twain due to the shock of the recoil.
Thanks to this however Goji managed to get over his 'red wire, blue wire... fuck it wire' phase and become a little more technically gifted... all thanks to blowing apart his mech so he was forced to learn it inside and out. This did reap very very large and drooping fruit in the form of the 'Brawler' system, normally mechs were controlled by levers, sticks and pedals while its intelligent AI system filled in the gaps for human styled movement... Goji however was never fond of AIs after he once lost control of his Wanzers brakes thanks to a small glitch caused by an updated duty roster. The Brawler system allows Goji to take full control using arm and leg harnesses along with a rather complicated system of sensors he had the tech boys install. The result is faster, better movement than any previous mech... though until recently it had the nasty habit of wearing out many of the joints and resulted in the replacement of one face-plate when he tried to scratch his nose during a fire fight.
During one mission however a mixed group of regular mechs and more 'insane' varieties often dubbed Super Robots, were assaulting a private island run by a militant dictator... the violence was intense and vast, the whole island lighting up with gun-fire and energy blasts. When the smoke cleared after two months of constant battle Goji and a trio of pilots nicknamed the Astrays for their wanderlust were the only survivors on their side... physically and fiscally, you try and convince a mech weilding merc to extend his contract when the repair bills mount up. Storming into the last bastion of the enemies base Goji never got to see the grand battle in which the dictator would likely pilot some incredibly fantastically evil contraption... no for when he boosted through the doors a flash of light enveloped him and he found his mech tearing through trees and smashing against a very displeased cultist. He had been trying to summon a demon of destruction, sadly rituals like that weren't always so literal.
Now stranded in this strange new land the drifter just feels the need to get to grips with where he is and what he can do to keep going... on the plus side, he made the important discovery that Ale and Mead go down a lot smoother... and generally a lot cheaper than the acid Tequila he was forced to scrounge for in barracks. Sadly there was one other discovery... perhaps more important, when he smashed into that cultist, by all rights he should have been nothing but a smear on his mechs armoured leg, but no... see theres a scale issue really. His eighteen metre tall mech is a mere 6'6 in Althanas' scale... he himself will just about be lording it over the regular sized pixies and fairies... what a right kick in the knackers.
Skills:
Bodger - When it comes to metal work Gojis a dab hand... however the metals hes used to working with were a tad more... updated... and mundane. As it is he can only really do his metal work with steel and iron in order to replace damaged plating on his mech. Such work takes a long time and hes a little too proud at the moment to show his rather short stature to a blacksmith, those hammers are worryingly large.
Rowdy - From his long time of combat both in and out of mechs Goji is a very powerful brawler, average ability compared to professionals, but his strength got him through without the need for fancy tricks.
Gnats nuts - A mecha pilot needs talent when it comes to hitting the side of a barn, sometimes a tricky prospect, specially on the giant artillery mobile units. Goji was never that great at picking off the nominated leg of a fly, but he wasn't a bad shot... with the mechs AI disabled for now, it will definately show he was no pin-point marksman when he gets his hand on a gun. In technical terms hes pretty below average accuracy wise, enough to hit a target... now and again, but a real bitch when moving past a crawl.
Equipment:
Mech
Name: Durandal
Age: Originally 3 years, but a lots been replaced...
Make: Shinjen Industries
Armour plating: Black
Frame: Grey
Height: 6'6 (18 metres in Gojis original world)
Weight: 300lbs (about 30 tons)
Personality: This can technically apply to Durandal, at least it did before Goji got his hands on the unit, Durandal had been equipped with a highly intelligent and self-aware AI, known as Rita, later renamed Ropita by Goji during a drinking binge... standing for ROyal Pain In The Ass... he was pretty heavily sozzled. When not disabled it can safely be said Rita is a very methodical... logical infuriation, no suprise then that Goji pulled her plug one night and has never looked back... for now.
Apperance: It gave the apperance of a rather heavily armoured knight. Large squarish feet with a thick armoured sole, above that large sweeping greaves to protect all the fine workmanship underneath for the balance system, then a jutting, though flat edged knee-cap. A brief glimpse of the sturdy frame before being enconsed by further armour all through the thigh, its connection to the pelvis hidden by clever layered plating to allow maximun flexibility. Above that was a thin slice of the inner frame before once again more plating covered it in a wrap-around fashion from front to back, a wider section appearing over each slice to give a segmented impression of a stomach but was really just the machines way of coping with durability and movement. The main chestplate was nearly devoid of features apart from a ravens feather emblazoned on the right shoulder where it is often obscured by the squared shoulder pads keeping the arm joint safe.
While most of the armour is form-fitting the Fore-arms and bottom half of the legs look particulary bulky, partly due to the close combat tendencies... but mostly because Goji really likes that kind of look. The fore-arms are hugely gauntleted, enough surface area and strength to work as mild shields, but on closer inspection those defensive parts serve another purpose. A seamless joint travelling from them into the palms of the mech, its own built-in knuckle dusters, capable of flicking round when in need. As mechs go on Gojis homeworld the face was a tad unusual in that it had eyes rather than the far more efficient visors, two resting, deep set among armour, a particulary large face plate and a smoothish head with no real distinctive features.
In his first few days Goji realised Durandal was a dashing enough chap to turn a few heads and so invested what gold he had scraped from the cultists rather mushy corpse to pay for a heavy black cloak, replete with hood to keep his mech disguised as some cautious traveller. A travelling satchel normally hung on the shoulder and filled the space between hip and hand was 'liberated' in one of his first entries to a tavern. In that worn out, navy coloured hold-all were stored his tools of combat.
Skills:
Metal-head - Seeing how Durandal, Gojis more publically known side is a mech, it is stronger and faster than most average humans, though there are plenty of bruisers and cruisers who can out-perform the machine. That also brings rife issues with it too, like the fact no healing, nor medical knowledge will work, it takes a blacksmith willing to listen to a shrimp in order to fix any damage done to Durandal, its auto-repair system is alright but it can only fix the innards, armour plating and its handsome visage won't be replaced until somethings been nailed on.
Lightning Rod - Being that Durandal is a rather mineraliss kind of guy its no suprise that electricity, even that of the magical persuasion finds him irresistable... sadly relationships with a powerful currant end up just hurting him inside, they blow his fuses, wreck his joints and then leave with a bang. Leaves Durandal moping for quite some time getting his heart fixed after being shocked into scrap.
Brawler mode/ Skimmer mode - Durandal was originally designed as a fixed leg booster, nicknamed a skimmer by regular troops. However Goji redesigned the legs and arms in order to work with his new Brawler mode for full articulate control of the metal monstrosity. Due to the heavier armour and critical wiring most of the boosters on Durandal were removed, leaving just two in the lower back and powerful ones in each foot. This allows it to jump with a fair bit more distance than most and allows a short burst of speed since running in Brawler mode takes it out of the pilot. However the burst is only for a few seconds, its not Gojis preferred transport method and it also drains the energy pool which could be better used on combat.
Equipment:
10 Ton Timmy - Made by Timmington Hardware this maintainence tool was reknowned the world over by repair mechs for battle-ships, using the power supply of the mech it was wired into it could deliver a shockwave from the pistol shaped tool with the force of ten tonnes. The limits are that it only applies to an object touching the barrel, even an inch out the power is lost and in his new scale and damaged state Timmy can only manage a sharp jolt that could wind a weaker target and get some distance put between them. Has a storage of two shots before needing a ten minute recharge with no exceptions.
Beam Saber - Well it once was an energy driven blade that would be emitted from a handle that shot out from below the wrist into Durandals hands... but it suffered a bit of a bad knock and now works as a source of pain and discomfort. When activated the emitter sparks and fizzes rather worryingly and it works as a real wake up call to muscles when pushed against them, sortof a tazer but without the knock out factor.
Pluck - The last of Durandals working weapons for now, a simple four foot bladed broadsword, a blade of steel and without even the slighest of decoration apart from at the hilt there is, carved into the blade the word Pluck... Goji had found this sword jutting out of a tree on his travels and decided to half-inch it for Durandals benefit.
Note: Durandal was built from Lunar Titanium, one of those wonder metals in Gojis world, however with the thinness of the material in his reduced size Durandal only has as much protection as a steel plated knight, the only benefit is unlike a knight the only squishy part is nestled in the cockpit in the lower chest.
Age: 28
Race: Human... mostly
Hair Color: Dark brown with the odd fleck of lighter shades in the sun
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 6 inches (6'7 in his original world)
Weight: 1lbs if not less (260lbs)
*Occupation: Mecha Pilot
*Personality: For all intents and purposes, hes a hard-man, though dosen't really reflect this in his personality, despite the wildman kind of apperance and the imposing physique hes a boy that never grew up. Not in the creepy still playing with action men kind of way, but hes intensely immature, irreverant to all but the most serious issues and looking for a good skive, a bit of craick and a pint or two.
In a simple way to explain his temperment if you cut him, his blood would release steam and sizzle. An epitome of hot-blooded mecha piloting hes willing to do anything... and many times has done to get what he needs acheived, usually to the frustration of the Quarter master, mechanics or his superiors. Landing in Althanas hasn't dulled any of that reckless abandon for action and frolics, hell without having to put up with whatever brass was hiring him its become far easier.
Appearance: If you picture the blood of a Northern Irishman and then add that to a body-type more standard on a Conan the Barbarian level... you get close to what hes like. A giant of a man, large muscles though not too developed unlike the Barbarian who frequently mentions Crom. His hair was a massive messy mane, a thick spiked mess on the top of his head and down all around, even his sideburns were pretty damn huge. His skin was weathered and tanned quite thickly from constant skirmishes in the sunny side of Mexico... with quite a number of scars all along his form, thanks to Tequila and its many questionable suggestions at a lonely hour. His most prominent one goes from his left cheek up diagonally over his nose and came to rest at his right temple... the story to that usually begins 'some friggin goit spilt me bloody pint'... to be fair you should see how the other guy came out of it.
His fore-arms are wrapped in thick wrestling style strapping, in his opinion far better than any piloting gloves, leaving his fingers exposed. The same coverings are around his feet just leaving his heel and the 'lil wigglys' exposed. Never one to beleive in pilot suits he had managed to get a note from mommy (exactly which mother changed depending on the country and force organization... who said forging signatures wasn't a good trick?) Goji instead wears his own personal outfit, chosen for comfort and the intimidation factor that results when seeing this madman banging on your cockpit panel. On his legs were a very baggy and exceptionally worn out, restitched, torn up, sewn down pair of denim jeans, pretty much past the shins its all white shreds of what were once a pretty dapper pair of trousers.
Covering his mighty torso of man-flesh was a very ragged and equally old solid black t-shirt... well almost solid, the sleeves and waistline were a bit torn, most of the elastic had long since been snapped in the neck line and originally it had a rather nice slogan of 'My other mechs a Getter'... but thats now just faded tatters. Of course to finish up such an ensemble one needs some real flair when it comes to the acessories, ones finishing touches upon an out-fit. As such around his waist is a heavy, large linked section of chain mimicing a belt... around his neck, a large, tattered red scarf and for when the weather gets a little peaky a light tan trenchcoat, sleeves ALWAYS rolled up to his elbows.
History: Born in Tiquanna,Gojis parents granted him a confused heritage,his mother a french native and his father a japanese soldier,both extricated to Southern America for the sake of avoiding the current conflicts being stirred up in Europe and greater Asia. This didn't become much of a problem on Gojis sixteenth birthday on discovering he was adopted, but you have to admit, every family photo and portrait was bloody confusing for a young, impressionable kid. Then while growing up Goji definately felt the stings of a growing conflict,finding himself volunteering for the 93rd Wanzer division of the Mexican armed forces,his lack of technical ability was deemed unimportant when compared to his physical prowess and had a superb combat record,however after two years of service,numerous insubordination accusations filed and multiple arrests he was finally court-martialled and summarily discharged dishonourably,the main reason being his vagueness on a mission report that simply could not be ignored,the loss of vital military equipment with no idea on its location,although Goji was quoted at the end of the trial simply stating "If I told them the truth they would have never beleived,so I just said I lost the thing".
After that he started to take on mercenary work, while his record appaled those of an upturned nose, any git with glitz and guts snapped him on account of his battle prowess and the unusual tactics. He served in several of the so-called Mexican Liberation wars and also did campaigns in Europe and Africa, as such his foreign languages phrase books cause an annoying clutter in his mechs manual compartment since it just prevents him from sneaking an extra hip-flask of dutch courage into missions. Eventually a sort of unofficial promotion entered his mind and Goji upgraded himself from piloting the rather clumsy and stout Wanzers into the full sized combat mechs that had been dominating the battle field in recent years. Now with a larger scale to work with Gojis flair for welding and ill-concieved notions on how to improve tried and true designs was brought out, such 'sucesses' involved blowing apart a missle factory by attaching five barreled mortor rifle to his mechs shoulder... the aftermath of course ripping the mech clean in twain due to the shock of the recoil.
Thanks to this however Goji managed to get over his 'red wire, blue wire... fuck it wire' phase and become a little more technically gifted... all thanks to blowing apart his mech so he was forced to learn it inside and out. This did reap very very large and drooping fruit in the form of the 'Brawler' system, normally mechs were controlled by levers, sticks and pedals while its intelligent AI system filled in the gaps for human styled movement... Goji however was never fond of AIs after he once lost control of his Wanzers brakes thanks to a small glitch caused by an updated duty roster. The Brawler system allows Goji to take full control using arm and leg harnesses along with a rather complicated system of sensors he had the tech boys install. The result is faster, better movement than any previous mech... though until recently it had the nasty habit of wearing out many of the joints and resulted in the replacement of one face-plate when he tried to scratch his nose during a fire fight.
During one mission however a mixed group of regular mechs and more 'insane' varieties often dubbed Super Robots, were assaulting a private island run by a militant dictator... the violence was intense and vast, the whole island lighting up with gun-fire and energy blasts. When the smoke cleared after two months of constant battle Goji and a trio of pilots nicknamed the Astrays for their wanderlust were the only survivors on their side... physically and fiscally, you try and convince a mech weilding merc to extend his contract when the repair bills mount up. Storming into the last bastion of the enemies base Goji never got to see the grand battle in which the dictator would likely pilot some incredibly fantastically evil contraption... no for when he boosted through the doors a flash of light enveloped him and he found his mech tearing through trees and smashing against a very displeased cultist. He had been trying to summon a demon of destruction, sadly rituals like that weren't always so literal.
Now stranded in this strange new land the drifter just feels the need to get to grips with where he is and what he can do to keep going... on the plus side, he made the important discovery that Ale and Mead go down a lot smoother... and generally a lot cheaper than the acid Tequila he was forced to scrounge for in barracks. Sadly there was one other discovery... perhaps more important, when he smashed into that cultist, by all rights he should have been nothing but a smear on his mechs armoured leg, but no... see theres a scale issue really. His eighteen metre tall mech is a mere 6'6 in Althanas' scale... he himself will just about be lording it over the regular sized pixies and fairies... what a right kick in the knackers.
Skills:
Bodger - When it comes to metal work Gojis a dab hand... however the metals hes used to working with were a tad more... updated... and mundane. As it is he can only really do his metal work with steel and iron in order to replace damaged plating on his mech. Such work takes a long time and hes a little too proud at the moment to show his rather short stature to a blacksmith, those hammers are worryingly large.
Rowdy - From his long time of combat both in and out of mechs Goji is a very powerful brawler, average ability compared to professionals, but his strength got him through without the need for fancy tricks.
Gnats nuts - A mecha pilot needs talent when it comes to hitting the side of a barn, sometimes a tricky prospect, specially on the giant artillery mobile units. Goji was never that great at picking off the nominated leg of a fly, but he wasn't a bad shot... with the mechs AI disabled for now, it will definately show he was no pin-point marksman when he gets his hand on a gun. In technical terms hes pretty below average accuracy wise, enough to hit a target... now and again, but a real bitch when moving past a crawl.
Equipment:
Mech
Name: Durandal
Age: Originally 3 years, but a lots been replaced...
Make: Shinjen Industries
Armour plating: Black
Frame: Grey
Height: 6'6 (18 metres in Gojis original world)
Weight: 300lbs (about 30 tons)
Personality: This can technically apply to Durandal, at least it did before Goji got his hands on the unit, Durandal had been equipped with a highly intelligent and self-aware AI, known as Rita, later renamed Ropita by Goji during a drinking binge... standing for ROyal Pain In The Ass... he was pretty heavily sozzled. When not disabled it can safely be said Rita is a very methodical... logical infuriation, no suprise then that Goji pulled her plug one night and has never looked back... for now.
Apperance: It gave the apperance of a rather heavily armoured knight. Large squarish feet with a thick armoured sole, above that large sweeping greaves to protect all the fine workmanship underneath for the balance system, then a jutting, though flat edged knee-cap. A brief glimpse of the sturdy frame before being enconsed by further armour all through the thigh, its connection to the pelvis hidden by clever layered plating to allow maximun flexibility. Above that was a thin slice of the inner frame before once again more plating covered it in a wrap-around fashion from front to back, a wider section appearing over each slice to give a segmented impression of a stomach but was really just the machines way of coping with durability and movement. The main chestplate was nearly devoid of features apart from a ravens feather emblazoned on the right shoulder where it is often obscured by the squared shoulder pads keeping the arm joint safe.
While most of the armour is form-fitting the Fore-arms and bottom half of the legs look particulary bulky, partly due to the close combat tendencies... but mostly because Goji really likes that kind of look. The fore-arms are hugely gauntleted, enough surface area and strength to work as mild shields, but on closer inspection those defensive parts serve another purpose. A seamless joint travelling from them into the palms of the mech, its own built-in knuckle dusters, capable of flicking round when in need. As mechs go on Gojis homeworld the face was a tad unusual in that it had eyes rather than the far more efficient visors, two resting, deep set among armour, a particulary large face plate and a smoothish head with no real distinctive features.
In his first few days Goji realised Durandal was a dashing enough chap to turn a few heads and so invested what gold he had scraped from the cultists rather mushy corpse to pay for a heavy black cloak, replete with hood to keep his mech disguised as some cautious traveller. A travelling satchel normally hung on the shoulder and filled the space between hip and hand was 'liberated' in one of his first entries to a tavern. In that worn out, navy coloured hold-all were stored his tools of combat.
Skills:
Metal-head - Seeing how Durandal, Gojis more publically known side is a mech, it is stronger and faster than most average humans, though there are plenty of bruisers and cruisers who can out-perform the machine. That also brings rife issues with it too, like the fact no healing, nor medical knowledge will work, it takes a blacksmith willing to listen to a shrimp in order to fix any damage done to Durandal, its auto-repair system is alright but it can only fix the innards, armour plating and its handsome visage won't be replaced until somethings been nailed on.
Lightning Rod - Being that Durandal is a rather mineraliss kind of guy its no suprise that electricity, even that of the magical persuasion finds him irresistable... sadly relationships with a powerful currant end up just hurting him inside, they blow his fuses, wreck his joints and then leave with a bang. Leaves Durandal moping for quite some time getting his heart fixed after being shocked into scrap.
Brawler mode/ Skimmer mode - Durandal was originally designed as a fixed leg booster, nicknamed a skimmer by regular troops. However Goji redesigned the legs and arms in order to work with his new Brawler mode for full articulate control of the metal monstrosity. Due to the heavier armour and critical wiring most of the boosters on Durandal were removed, leaving just two in the lower back and powerful ones in each foot. This allows it to jump with a fair bit more distance than most and allows a short burst of speed since running in Brawler mode takes it out of the pilot. However the burst is only for a few seconds, its not Gojis preferred transport method and it also drains the energy pool which could be better used on combat.
Equipment:
10 Ton Timmy - Made by Timmington Hardware this maintainence tool was reknowned the world over by repair mechs for battle-ships, using the power supply of the mech it was wired into it could deliver a shockwave from the pistol shaped tool with the force of ten tonnes. The limits are that it only applies to an object touching the barrel, even an inch out the power is lost and in his new scale and damaged state Timmy can only manage a sharp jolt that could wind a weaker target and get some distance put between them. Has a storage of two shots before needing a ten minute recharge with no exceptions.
Beam Saber - Well it once was an energy driven blade that would be emitted from a handle that shot out from below the wrist into Durandals hands... but it suffered a bit of a bad knock and now works as a source of pain and discomfort. When activated the emitter sparks and fizzes rather worryingly and it works as a real wake up call to muscles when pushed against them, sortof a tazer but without the knock out factor.
Pluck - The last of Durandals working weapons for now, a simple four foot bladed broadsword, a blade of steel and without even the slighest of decoration apart from at the hilt there is, carved into the blade the word Pluck... Goji had found this sword jutting out of a tree on his travels and decided to half-inch it for Durandals benefit.
Note: Durandal was built from Lunar Titanium, one of those wonder metals in Gojis world, however with the thinness of the material in his reduced size Durandal only has as much protection as a steel plated knight, the only benefit is unlike a knight the only squishy part is nestled in the cockpit in the lower chest.