Name: Rubellius Verditi
Birth Name: Theodulf of Nantcaster
Gender: male
Age: 25 (gauntlet 25, apprenticeship start 10)
Warping Score: 0(0)
Confidence Score: 0 (Can't have)
Personality: Claustrophobia +3, QuickToRage +2, Self-Confidence -2
Reputations: None
Twilight Scars: None
Size: +2
Height: 220cm (7'3")
Weight: 130kg (290lb)
Equipment: TODO leather armor (no head for claustrophobia, he needs breeze)
Encumbrance: TODO 0(0)
Soak: +1 (TODO if he wears leather armor)
MR: TODO
Combat:
TODO Dodging, Init -1, Attack - , Defense +0, Damage -
TODO Grappling, Init -1, Attack +2, Defense +0, Damage +4
TODO Bludgeoning, Init -1, Attack +2, Defense +0, Damage +4
Fatigue Levels: OK, 0, -1, -3, -5, Unconscious
Wound Penalties: -1(1-5), -3(6-10), -5(11-15), Incapacitated(16-20)
| Characteristic | Score |
|---|---|
| Intelligence | +3 |
| Perception | +0 |
| Presence | +0 |
| Communication | +0 |
| Strength | +1+1 |
| Stamina | +0+1 |
| Dexterity | +1 |
| Quickness | -1 |
| Virtues | Level | Type | Points | Notes |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| The Gift | Free | Hermetic | 0 | |
| Hermetic Magus | Free | Social Status | 0 | |
| Verditius Magic | Minor | Hermetic | 0 | House Virtue |
| Affinity with Craft(leather worker) | Minor | General | 1 | |
| Puissant Craft(leather worker) | Minor | General | 1 | |
| Affinity with Magic Theory | Minor | General | 1 | |
| Inventive Genius | Minor | Hermetic | 1 | |
| Affinity with Creo | Minor | Hermetic | 1 | |
| Affinity with Auram | Minor | Hermetic | 1 | |
| Puissant Auram | Minor | Hermetic | 1 | |
| Giant Blood | Major | General | 3 | |
| Total | 10 | |||
| Flaws | Level | Type | Points | Notes |
| Weak Spontaneous Magic | Major | Hermetic | 3 | |
| Necessary Condition | Major | Hermetic | 3 | Raise arms fully stretched upwards (320cm total) |
| Low Self-Esteem | Major | General | 3 | He's The Gift but he's not a good caster, he fights but he's not a knight |
| Fear (enclosed spaces) | Minor | Personality | 1 | |
| Total | 10 |
| Ability | Specialty | Score | XP |
|---|---|---|---|
| Anglo-Saxon | About armors | 5 | 0 (Native language) |
| Awareness | Ambushes | 3 | 30 |
| Athletics | Sprints | 3 | 30 |
| Brawl | Bludgeoning | 4 | 50 |
| Craft (leatherworker) | Handwear | 5+2 | 50 * 1.5 |
| Artes Liberales | 1 | 5 | |
| Latin | Hermetics Terms | 4 | 50 |
| Magic Theory | Auram | 5 | 34 * 1.5 |
| Parma Magica | Auram | 1 | 5 |
| Philosophiae | Natural Philosophy | 1 | 5 |
| Art | Score | XP |
|---|---|---|
| Creo | 8+3 | 24 * 1.5 |
| Intellego | ||
| Muto | ||
| Perdo | ||
| Rego | 5 | 15 |
| Animal | ||
| Aquam | ||
| Auram | 12+3 | 52 * 1.5 |
| Corpus | ||
| Herbam | ||
| Ignem | ||
| Imaginem | ||
| Mentem | ||
| Terram | ||
| Vim |
| Spell | Casting Total | Level |
|---|---|---|
| Air's Ghostly Form | +27 | CrAu5 |
| Chamber of Spring Breezes | +27 | CrAu5 |
| Wreaths of Foul Smoke | +27 | CrAu5 |
| Jupiter's Resounding Blow | +27 | CrAu10 |
| Stench of the Twenty Corpses | +27 | CrAu10 |
| Broom of the Winds | +27 | CrAu15 |
| Charge of the Angry Winds | +27 | CrAu15 |
| Circling Winds of Protection | +27 | CrAu20 |
| The Incantation of Lightning | +27 | CrAu35 |
Background:
Theodulf life was harsh since the beginning: his mother died while giving birth to him, a thing he still blames himself for. His two older brothers where never kind to him, they mocked him, made fun of his clumsiness, they never shared a single clothe or boot or nothing. By little day to day actions, they took revenge for the life he ended. His father could do nothing but pity him. Theodulf still dreams his father's big eyes wide open looking at him. No, not looking at him, but through him, in a desperate motionless research. He knew that every time his father posed eyes on him, he lived again his wife's last moments, then the look always turned away in a mixture of saddens and ill-concealed anger.
The year passed and he started fighting back. Now the brothers were not so amused to continuously tease him, they even started sharing supper. Maybe he was in the way he asked with more decision or maybe because he could easily lift and throw them out of the windows, either way Theodulf eat more and grow even more. Spaces that before seemed wide, now could not fit him and the feeling of being entrapped grew inside him. He found himself always outside home, walking down the streets or exploring nearby open areas.
But soon something changed: people began to be rude. He didn't stated it, but surely he did not do something to stop hit, once he grabbed a cow femur and cracked the head open to the one who threw him a rotten potato. Maybe that's how the nearby covenant acknowledged his existence. Given the vulgar hostility, for the magi it was easy to recognize The Gift in him. Even if he wasn't a good caster, he could craft and enchant with an uncommon ease. Looking him at work was bewitching, such a big guy moving his hand with such a grace and precision. He took the highest lab space he could find and almost removed completely the ceiling, he said he wanted to breath openly.
The magi let him do what he wanted because his affinity with air was clear.
Now he goes by the name of Rubellius, form house Verditius, the one that rages as quickly as he vents, like a summer thunderstorm. Most of his enchantments are meant to protect or to quickly knock out an opponent. Few of his gauntlets were gifted to important magi for the battlefield front lines.