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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Erchanhardt Burgstaller von Königsberg (WIP)   Thu Oct 26, 2017 10:22 pm

Enter der Übermensch


I. Basic Information

» Name: Erchanhardt Burgstaller von Königsberg
» Alias: Der Übermensch, the Footman
» Age: 819 (Born 1598, day and month unrecorded)
» Appearance Age: ~30
» Gender: Male

» Association: Former soldier of the Holy Roman Empire, the Kingdom of Prussia, the German Empire, the Weimar Republic, and the Third Reich. Currently unaffiliated.

» Appearance Written: Erchanhardt is, even at just a glance, a pinnacle of human development. He stands at a massive 6' 7” tall (or, more accurately, exactly 200 cm to the millimeter), with an incredible musculature that is in no way lacking in either bulk or definition. His features are very classically handsome in the tradition of Greco-Roman heroes, his jaw square and sharp, his eyes sharp and steely, and his cheekbones high and well-defined. His light blonde hair, which trails just below his ears if left alone, is nearly always swept back quite neatly in order to keep it out of the way. His eyes, a cold, icy blue, seem almost tired, well-worn in spite of the undeniable power that lies behind them, not unlike gazing upon a mountain's peak. He maintains an immaculately clean shave, as he feels disgust toward both the feeling and appearance of facial hair, though on the exceptionally rare chance that he is unable to shave, he grows a full beard relatively rapidly.

All across Erchanhardt's body are a wide assortment of scars, far too many to be individually documented and coming from all manner of sources. However, several of them are large enough or distinct enough so as to stand out. Chief among these is the massive pair of long, straight slashes across his back, which cross to form a prominent X shape. These scares were earned from two different sword wounds, both of which, as Erchanhardt often tells with a chuckle, were earned at Leipzig, albeit nearly 200 years apart. He has a third impressive slash across the center of his chest, though this is not in fact a genuine slash, but the mark left by what he considers to be the luckiest moment of his life, when the shell from a T-34 tank narrowly grazed him during the Battle of Stalingrad. Additionally, his left forearm has what appears to be a sizable bite wound in it, which looks to have entirely pierced his arm when initially inflicted. This was earned during a brief period on safari in the African bush for Prussian interests, when he was assaulted by a lion and took the bite in order to get a proper position to slay the beast.

In terms of attire, Erchanhardt's tastes are rather simple, typically oriented toward the task at hand and generally aiming for a refined, tasteful look. Typically, he wears a wide variety of fine suits, tailored for him personally and often featuring long coats and occasionally even cloaks, not only serving as trappings of his noble upbringing but also to at least somewhat obscure his imposing physique and make him at least moderately less conspicuous in a crowd. This is what he is typically seen in, though on occasion he will wear a far more casual sort of outfit, comprised of simple cargo pants, an A-shirt, and a vest, accompanied by a cap and sunglasses in order to (vaguely) conceal his identity. Other than these, his only other notable attire is a pristine white gi, accompanied by a deep crimson hakama, adorned with intricate patterning and clearly exceptionally well-crafted, received as a gift during his brief time in Japan during the Second World War.

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I. Personality Traits

» Repentant: Erchanhardt has done a great deal in his life which he knows was anything but just. As head of the Burgstaller, he has lied to countless people, killed those who came too close to his family's secret, destroyed entire bloodlines with his own hands, all in the name of continuing their legacy. As a soldier, he participated in countless wars which destroyed whole nations and killed millions of both combatants and innocents. Never once did he regret, or even think that what he had done might be wrong, until the Third Reich and the Battle of Stalingrad. He had witness war in many forms, even seen the deaths of uncounted civilians, but what the Reich had done, and what Stalingrad had become, could hardly be called war anymore. It had been slaughter, a cold, mechanical killing which could not be justified. Upon realizing this truth, Erchanhardt could only ask himself a single simple question: Was it all worth it? The answer in his eyes could only be that it was not, and that the life he had lived had not been worthwhile. He chose then to make up for the time he had wasted, the time he could have spent on something truly worth while, and seeks to repay humanity and the world as best he can, to bring peace however he must and to destroy those who would dare to subjugate.

» Noble: While he may have spent his many years of military service as a simple footman, any man who ever served alongside him would be able to say with absolute certainty that Erchanhardt was anything but a common man. From the way he speaks, always with both a reserved confidence and formal yet elegant prose, to the way he carries himself, his back straight, his head held high and always looking directly at his current aim, it is abundantly clear that he is fully aware of the nature of his lineage, and as he puts it, "No woman was ever such a perfect lady as my mother, nor any man such a gentleman as my father." In spite of his shame in the actions of the Reich, Erchanhardt is still entirely proud of his heritage and the Burgstaller family name, and would defend them at any cost. However, his upbringing is not without its faults, and chief among them is that he is quite prone to instinctively underestimating women, and tending to subconsciously assume they are weaker than himself. This is not a belief he genuinely holds, as years upon years in the modern era have entirely tempered such things, but the roots of one's upbringing tend to run quite deep, and this natural inclination is one such example.

» Pragmatic: What purpose does one have in life if not to solve one's own problems? To that end, Erchanhardt sees little reason to ever be indirect or avoid what he sees as an issue. If it must be faced, then he will face it down without the slightest hesitation, no matter what it may be. This mentality is embodied in the Burgstaller family motto, which Erchanhardt holds as a fundamental truth to this day: "Fear, lament, suffer, and live." To hide from one's emotions, or to cast them aside, is to admit one's own weakness, an inability to accept one simple, basic truth. There are countless challenges in one's life, and to deny that is to simply lie, but a strong man will accept those challenges and show that he is able to continue on. To that end, Erchanhardt will always take whatever path he believes is the most direct to his goal, no matter what difficulties he might face in the way. To do anything else would be cowardice.

» Single-minded: If something must be done, then it would be an affront to one's own life and honor to waste time on anything else. Whatever it might be that Erchanhardt finds himself doing, he will commit himself entirely to it, and will be dissuaded by nothing and no one. Whether it be something as major as a pilgrimage across the world or as mundane as cooking breakfast, he will devote himself to completing any task as though his very life depended on it. Distractions and procrastination are nearly alien concepts in Erchanhardt's mind, as such things only serve to weaken the body and the soul, and take away from his ability to help others.

» Protective: To keep the world safe from those who would dare to endanger it, and to shelter the helpless and the innocent behind himself. This is the life goal of Erchanhardt, having spent centuries in quiet contemplation on the purpose of life. He will always prioritize the safety of his allies and the innocent, particularly women and children, even if it means he must put his own life in immediate danger. It is certainly true that Erchanhardt is a bit more difficult to kill than most people, but even if he were to wake up one morning without even the faintest trace of his lineage, his power, or his training, there is not a single doubt that he would still live in such a selfless manner.

» Studious: While training is well and good for any warrior, Erchanhardt is far more than just some simple soldier. Time spent in the betterment of oneself is time exceptionally well used in his eyes, and to that end he often applies himself to academic pursuits when he has any free time, reading whatever sort of work he finds particularly gripping at the time. There are no topics he considers truly unworthy of study, and so while one day he might be seen perusing texts on recent astronomical research or mathematical theory, the next he may well be found thumbing through a journal article on sound design in film or a comprehensive history of undersea diving equipment. Any knowledge is worthwhile knowledge in his opinion, and a proper nobleman always aims to improve himself.

» Harsh: While he does certainly wish to do good by the world and by those he interacts with in the day to day, it can hardly be said that Erchanhardt is always what would would call "gentle" in this pursuit. As he sees no use in avoidance of any issues, he sometimes fails to consider the weight of his words, with regard to how they might be taken by others. He will provide criticism and advice as directly as he believes necessary, and will pull no punches, at least metaphorically speaking. Generally, those that Erchanhardt deigns to teach something will see an entirely different side of him, as such blunt, almost aggressive commentary comes off as quite the contrast to his usual refinement.

» Judgmental: Having given far too much of his life to causes, ideals, and leaders which ultimately failed to achieve that which they promised, Erchanhardt has long since abandoned the idea of giving anything or anyone the benefit of the doubt. It takes very little time for him to establish an opinion on most things, and these opinions invariably tend to be informed by his own rigid self-expectations. However, he is quite prone to changing his views at relatively little provocation, and may take an entirely different stance on someone after only a single conversation. The reason for this is quite simple; he simply has no time nor desire to have any more strongly-held worldviews abruptly shattered. At this point, it would take a massive shift in someone he had known for quite a long time to actually surprise him, or earn anything more than a vague change in his mind.

» Tired: In spite of all his nobility, all his altruism and penance, Erchanhardt is a man who has perhaps seen too much. There are times when he considers the circumstances of his birth to be more a curse than any sort of blessing, and the weight of countless battles weighs exceptionally heavily upon his soul. While rare in the extreme, and outright unseen when there are others around, there are occasionally moments when Erchanhardt finds himself completely overcome with lethargy, with apathy, filled with an absolute exhaustion that seems to permeate every fiber of his being. He has lived through some of the greatest tragedies in history, and such things do not simply pass a man by without leaving a few scars of their own. It takes a great deal to truly shock or even discomfort Erchanhardt at this stage in his life, and he occasionally wonders if the human body, even one so supposedly perfect as his own, is even capable of handling such things.

I. Relationships

» Adalwolfa Burgstaller: There are many words which Erchanhardt might use to describe this girl. "Rash," "prideful," "headstrong," "overconfident," and many other terms with rather apparent negative connotations. However, above all else, Ada is his beloved daughter, his little girl, the single most important person in his life. Born to a wife long purged, alongside the rest of the Konigsberg branch, Ada is the one person on this Earth that Erchanhardt can never bring himself to harm. Though he admittedly spoiled her in her youth, he has long since abandoned this behavior, and expects the very greatest any Burgstaller can achieve out of her.

The two do not see each other often, but this cannot be said to be out of any hostility or animosity. They are simply both adults, living their own lives independent of one another. Though he of course loves his daughter, Erchanhardt hardly wishes to smother the woman, nor would he care to delude himself into thinking she is still a child. He misses fatherhood dearly, and often reminisces on simpler times, when Ada was still but a young girl.

» Henrex Astillon: Perhaps due to circumstance, or simple fate, Erchanhardt considers this man his very best friend, in spite of their myriad differences. The two met toward the end of the Second World War, a dark time for the both of them, and perhaps the lowest point of Erchanhardt's life. One might say that this emotional state plays an immense part in the two's relationship, but even if this is true, Erchanhardt sees no reason that should matter, and would quickly silence and discussion on the matter.

Despite the many years since their last meeting, Erchanhardt's opinion on Henrex has not changed in the slightest, and it is more than likely that he would treat their next encounter in much the same way as two friends simply happening across each other in the street. If one were to take this as apathy, however, they could not possibly be further from the truth. It is because this friendship runs so deep for Erchanhardt that he simply does not concern himself with worrying about its continuation. It exists as a fact of life for him, and he knows that, eventually, he will come across Henrex again. There is no need to rush this inevitability.

It should be noted that, while Henrex is his best friend (or rather, because of this), Erchanhardt is perhaps stricter on him than on anyone else, short of perhaps himself or Adalwolfa. He holds Henrex to a standard which is well beyond even that of many more minor Burgstallter, and would be profoundly disappointed if Henrex failed to meet these standards. It is this expectation of excellence, however, that serves as the greatest mark of Erchanhardt's respect for Henrex. He has no doubts as to Henrex's ability to not only meet these standards, but to exceed them by a great measure.

I. History

Formal Portrait of Erchanhardt, date unknown

» The Burgstaller Family: Before one can understand Erchanhardt, it is absolutely crucial to understand his family. The Burgstaller find their earliest roots within the annals of legend, tracing their ancestry back to the mightiest hero of Germanic folktales, Siegfried. A mighty warrior of great renown, and one who left several offspring, it is the daughter Svanhild who lived long enough to bear a single son in turn. It was this lone child, Langobalt, who would eventually found the family Burgstaller, and so it was that the blood of Siegfried carried on.

Only coming into their own as a proper noble family in the early 9th century, the Burgstaller established themselves within the area that would eventually become known as Prussia. They were never hugely powerful or influential, primarily staying in their modest estate near the future city of Konigsberg. Generations of Burgstaller men rose and fell, each taking the throne, and for a family within such hostile and tumultuous lands, they were at relative peace. But when times of peace come, the minds of men tend to wander, and wander indeed did the mind of Ladislaus Burgstaller. As he felt the chains of old age beginning to constrain him at a mere 45 years olf, he asked a question to all who would listen, to his physicians, his court wizards, his seers and his alchemists; could not one's life be extended? Could future men of the Burgstaller not be stronger, better than this mortal coil?

Experimentation began immediately, but to little avail. None of the concoctions, rituals, or medical treatments seemed to do much of anything, and that was assuming they did not outright kill the one being experimented upon. It was only with the birth of Ladislaus' grandson, and his musing that the boy was strong and healthy like his parents, that the answer was revealed. If they could not strengthen the family through ritual or through science, then they would strengthen it through blood.

It was the final will of Ladislaus Burgstaller that the family be helmed by the strongest of each generation, to be decided by a gauntlet of tests, trials, and of course, combat. His sons were excluded form this process, for they had been born before such ideas had even been conceived of, but the next generation, and each generation after that, would be subject to these rules. The rite of succession being tied to this system was something that Ladislaus had very carefully planned and considered. It would demand that any who bore the Burgstaller name make their very greatest effort to improve, rather than idling in power. It was the crowning jewel of Ladislaus' policy, as well as the last act that any Burgstaller family head took as a leader. For you see, Ladislaus knew that ruling over their subjects would only distract the family from their new, superior goal, and so in exchange for a quite hefty stipend, their rule over all lands beyond the Burgstaller estate was ended. Their sole goal now was to say farewell to the weakness of men.

To this end, the family began to seek out all those considered exceptional, those families who were renowned for their strength or longevity, and offering their children a place among the Burgstaller. No expense was spared, and even the slightest rumor was enough for an expedition to be funded, no matter the distance. Had the family had nobler goals, or shared anything with those outside the family, it may well have changed the face of history as we know it. The Orient, the Dark Continent, even the New World, all scoured for those who might make the family stronger. Other ideas were taken in, of course, simply by process of assimilation. As each newly-christened Burgstaller was brought into the fold, countless philosophies, beliefs, ways of life, styles of combat, and pieces of culture were brought in as well. This worldliness was seen as simply one more step toward perfection, of course. If they could take in all the strengths of the world, and purge the weaknesses, then could they not become veritable paragons, embodiments of all mankind?

It was in the 13th century that they found that, indeed, they could do such a thing. Though they had already expanded their lives dramatically, they Burgstaller continued to breed successive generations as rapidly as they could. New children meant stronger children, and that was the Burgstaller way. A still young man, one Valtis Burgstaller, found himself accosted on the road as he traveled. He took up arms to defend himself, but was hardly fast enough to react to the several highwaymen and their blades. As it happened, however, he needed not concern himself with these things at all. While he was certainly inconvenienced by the wounds he sustained, Valtis simply batted the men aside like so much paper, and it was only as he continued on his way that he realized the wounds he had sustained were already well on their way to healing. Not only had the bleeding ended, but it seemed that it was already beginning to scar over, and it occurred then to Valtis that the family had not come into genuine conflict with outsiders in a great many years now. They had only ever fought one another, and so had still seemed on par with each other. But now, when brought against these normal men, Valtis realized that this had been entirely relative.

Considering the true extent of the family's development, it seemed as though the plan first laid out those centuries ago by Ladislaus had been far more effective than anyone thought possible. For the briefest of moments, Valtis thought to tell the family of this revelation, that they had gone far beyond what could be called human. However, he struck such folly from his mind with little hesitation, for what good would possibly come from telling the family about this? It would only distract from their ideal, dangling power in front of their faces that would inevitably be enough to taint the minds of the Burgstaller. No, such a thing was not what Ladislaus had envisioned, nor was it what Valtis wished to poison the family name with. He returned home, saying nothing about these events, and hoped that would be that. But, of course, he had been a fool for assuming such events would never occur again.

It was, in fact, within only a relatively short 70 years that this knowledge Valtis had hoped to guard was made public. He as, however, somewhat relieved when it was, not because it had happened, of course, but because it seemed as though most of the family had already had experiences much like his own. It seemed that almost all of the more mature members of the Burgstaller had, at some point or another, come to much the same conclusion as Valtis, that doing anything with this power would be an affront to it, and would disrespect the legacy of the Burgstaller. There were dissenters, of course, but they were swiftly silenced, either through political bargaining or, in several cases, simple and efficient violence. To purge unneeded embers of the family was no different than pruning a sick branch for the good of the family. The matter was handled, and those lines that had been snuffed out became lessons to all young future Burgstaller, examples of all the things they should not be.

This was, perhaps, the greatest mistake the family would ever make. Even Valtis had not considered it, but a precedent had now been put in place. What had simply been meant as a method of maintaining the purity of a noble dream would ultimately lead to the downfall of the Burgstaller, and of that very dream. But, that is something which was not yet ordained to occur.

» Early Years: In the summer of 1598, a child was born to the Burgstaller family, which in itself was hardly much of an event. It was a large family, certainly, and those young were simply new members of the bloodline.

» The Thirty Years' War:

» Stalingrad:

» Desertion:

» Asceticism:

» Return:

I. Equipment

» Seal of the Burgstaller: This object, in itself, has no power of any sort. It is a small medallion, perhaps two inches in diameter, comprised of what appears to be platinum and adorned with a crest of gold in its center. This crest depicts what appears to be a human heart, or at least a rough represenatation of one, surrounded by a pair of drakes. This medallion is the family seal of the Burgstaller, held by the family's current head as the mark of their station, and it is generally kept in a small, black velvet box among Erchanhardt's belongings. If he is being entirely honest, he finds the whole thing both pointless and aesthetically ridiculous, but tradition is tradition.

I. Natural Abilities & Skills

» Lineage of the Burgstaller: The blood of the Burgstaller family is among the purest that has ever come into being, as years of exceptionally selective breeding have led them to attain heights thought well beyond the impossible for mankind. However, as the Burgstaller are the last direct descendents of the great hero Siegfried, who gained tremendous power through the blood of the dragon Fafnir, their blood has very similar transmittable properties. Theoretically, were a human to bathe themselves in pure Burgstaller blood, they would gain tremendous strength, easily rivalling that of the Burgstaller whose blood was used in such a way.

This is not, however, the only method through which the power of this lineage might be transmitted. Should a sufficiently powerful Burgstaller choose to bring a new member into the family, they may enact an exceptionally dangerous ritual of sorts, which evokes the birth of their own power with the mighty Siegfried. The member in question must first cut his fingers, significantly enough to draw notable quantities of blood. Following this is the brunt of the process, and it is the aspect of the process which by its very nature weeds out weaker prospects. The Burgstaller drives their hand directly into the heart of the potential new family member, ensuring that the open wound on their fingers makes entry. The blood of the Burgstaller the enters into the new prospect's system, and it is at this point that those too weak to handle such things would simply perish from this transfusion, as the sheer power in this blood is too much for many to handle. If the prospect has the strength necessary to handle this transfusion, then the body of the new Burgstaller will rapidly heal itself, as a side effect of the Burgstaller blood aggressively purging all elements which are too weak or unclean for its presence. When this often-excruciating process is complete, the recipient is now ever bit as much a Burgstaller as one born of the family directly.

This is not a process which can simply be freely thrown about, however. Above all else, the Burgstaller is a family which has bred to become the height of human potential. Because of this, the blood will flatly and completely reject the body of any other race, assuming one could even convince a member of the family to perform this ceremony with such an entity in the first place. Were a member of any other race to receive the blood of a Burgstaller, it would simply attempt to purge all facets of the recipient's body, destroying those weaker recipients and simply acting as a malevolent and aggressive illness or other such agent in more powerful entities.

» Ageless: Perfection, by its very nature, cannot be tarnished simply through the act of being itself, even with the passage of countless centuries. As the Ubermensch, then, the perfection of man, Erchanhardt no longer ages in the slightest. Despite his many years upon the Earth, free of any artificial lengthening through spiritual power or magic, he is still completely within his prime, as though time itself has chosen to ignore him. His body has such an ability to repair itself, free of the usual inevitabilities of age, that he simply grows no worse for wear as the years pass him by. Only that which is beneficial is allowed for the Burgstaller.

» Exceptional Immune System: Following upon the premise that Erchanhardt's body is able to repair itself without issue, it would be a logical assumption that things such as illness are beyond the scope of causing him any harm. Poisons, diseases, and other maladies of the body have no impact on him, at least not in their natural state. Those which have been significantly modified or improved, which the body would likely not be prepared for, are still able to infect Erchanhardt, though they will of course have a much more difficult time of it than they usually might.

» Inhuman Body:

» The Will to Power:

» The Body as Will and Representation:

I. The Fourfold Root of the Principle of Sufficient Violence

» Overview: This style is the core of Burgstaller martial tradition, passed down through countless generations of the family, with each successor to the school adapting and improving it over the centuries. The basics of the style come from a combination of Greek pankration, German kampfringen, and Japanese aiki-jujutsu, though Erchanhardt tends to overwhelmingly prefer the direct, brutal effectiveness of the kampfringen over the other roots of the school.

Beyond its actual techniques, however, a key aspect of this school, often called simply the Fourfold Root, is its application of varying forms and approaches to combat, based upon the current situation. It should be noted that these are not simply levels of violence or aggression, but rather four entirely different philosophies which operate in tandem, rather than independently of one another. While beginners to the style are often prone to favoring the root which most naturally fits their own mentality, those who wish to truly pursue the Fourfold Root must accept that all four of the roots are equally vital to one's success. These forms are each named for a different facet of one's ability to interact with the world around them, for no worthwhile school is applicable only to combat.

» Becoming: The first of the four roots, the aspect of Becoming focuses upon the nature of cause and effect in battle. Becoming is sometimes seen as the most basic of the four roots, and it is true that many beginner practitioners of the Fourfold Root tend to gravitate toward this aspect, but only the most foolhardy would dismiss it outright because of this. Indeed, Becoming is the most basic principle not only of the Fourfold Root, but of life itself. It is not concerned with motivation or creed, with style or technique. It simply reacts as is appropriate to any incoming force.

A practitioner who taps into Becoming focuses almost purely on the instincts they have honed for battle. They do not plan their strikes, nor do they attempt to "read" their opponents. Indeed, the goal of Becoming is to act solely through reactive force, and to maintain a balance in combat. Becoming is comprised almost entirely of redirections and defensive maneuvers, striking the enemy only when it is not simply prudent, but when it would be more unnatural not to do so. Those who fight a master who prefers Becoming are likely to find themselves tossed about the battlefield, injured more by repeated impacts with the surrounding area than by the master himself.

Applications of this particular root vary from practitioner to practitioner, but Erchanhardt's case, this root is most often expressed through a rather brute force approach. Typically he aims to trip, or use the momentum of the enemy against them as efficiently as possible. This pursuit has led to the development of what may be called one of Erchanhardt's signature techniques, or at least what young Burgstaller initiates fear most. He refers to it as Intellect Devoid of Reason, but his students tend to simply call it Over the Shoulder, a much more blunt, if accurate, name. As this name would suggest, this technique consists of little more than Erchanhardt simply grabbing whoever (or whatever) was coming toward him, then using the momentum to carry them over his shoulder and, ultimately, into the ground behind him. This is, of course, far from th only way Erchanhardt can use this root, and he is equally capable of simple evasions, counter-throws, and reversals, all based upon incoming strikes.

» Knowing: The second root of the school, Knowing shares a defensive approach to combat with Becoming. However, while Becoming is focused on cause and effect, and a natural flow of battle, Knowing is instead based on establishing an understanding of one's enemies through observation. This understanding is often made not only through watching, however, but through being on the direct receiving end of an opponent's technique. This proclivity toward direct, intentional harm often leads many students of the Fourfold Root to avoid Knowing, but it is this very bold, unflinching nature that is its greatest strength.

Being struck by one's foe is hardly something which holds much appeal to any warrior, but a Burgstaller who taps into Knowing will use their understanding of combat, and of the area around them, to mitigate the harm they take from such attacks. It is a purely defensive approach to combat, and of the four roots, it is the one which could least be said to involve any form of "violence" at all. A master of Knowing does not strike their opponent until they have found the perfect opportunity to do so, having totally grasped their foe's combat, and when they do finally uncover the right time for a strike, they will focus more on another Root, fighting decisively using the knowledge they have gained.

What must be noted about Knowing is that it is totally unconcerned with the truth of anything relative to outside influence. A practitioner of the Fourfold Root does not concern themselves with the name of an attack, nor of any of its genuine features. The source of its power, what sort of pain it causes, even what it looks like, these are all things completely ignored by the master of Knowing. The practitioner is concerned only with the fundamental, undeniable truths of each technique the enemy displays. They wish to know about the attack-in-itself, as it were, the facets of the strike which must be acknowledged by only their senses. Its position, and the sheer force it displays, are all that Knowing wishes to analyze.

» Being: If one were to classify the each root of the four with regard to how abstract they are, it is undeniable that Being, of the four, would be the least abstract by a great deal. It is clinical, detached from any concerns other than the truth of the current situation. It relies on the most fundamental basics of one's existence in the world, those being their relationship with time and space. The body follows time from one moment to the next, each of these moments building upon the last, and must interact with the rest of existence through spatial relativity. It is this absolute premise which Being builds itself upon, focusing on the understanding of the circumstances of the battle itself, and striking exactly when appropriate.

Being is a difficult root for many students to genuinely grasp, though a great deal of young Burgstaller often fancy themselves destined to master it. It does hold a certain appeal for those filled with confidence, the potential future heirs to the family name that consider themselves filled with a sharp wit. Of course, those very same youth are often the ones far too headstrong, consumed with a focus on the battle itself, to grasp the total removal of the self from combat that Being demands of a user. Erchanhardt is no different in this regard, and while he could hardly be called anything other than a stellar practitioner of this root, it may well be his weakest of the four.

In combat itself, Being focuses upon simplicity, on sharp, rigidly defined strikes and guards, a balance of offense and defense that is changed based upon the current situation in battle. The practitioner reads not only themselves and the foe, but the area around them, the circumstances which surround the battle, and these are taken into account every bit as heavily as every other factor. To a master of Being, combat is far more than simply the trading of blows, or even some sort of conversation through battle. It is a total state of existence for both parties, and for the arena in which the fight takes place. A fight is not simply an event for them, but a singular, natural existence in itself.

» Willing: The final of the four roots of the school, though this should not be taken to mean that it is some sort of strongest, or most difficult to achieve apex. Willing is perhaps the opposite of Being, focusing in on the self and how it expresses itself in combat. The self is the one thing which always exists apropos of nothing to anyone who lives, and so it is an absolute baseline upon which one can always fall back. Willing demands that a practitioner look inward for their strength, directing it outward and changing the course of the world through it. This is the ultimate affirmation of the self, to force the world to acknowledge it and change accordingly.

Many young Burgstaller are drawn to the implications of power through Willing, finding a great deal of draw to the words of its greatest masters. Most of these young students, however, misunderstand the nature of this root entirely, and this is not any sort of grave error on their part. Willing is not about strengthening the self, it is only about applying that very self outward, and for many, that idea is one that is difficult to grapple with. For Erchanhardt, however, a man who is best defined by his absolute conviction, it is the most simple of ideas, and he is unquestionably a true master of this root, perhaps the greatest it has seen since its creation. Such an idea is second nature to him, and he never once finds the faintest hint of difficulty in tapping into Willing.

For combative purposes, Willing cannot be said to have any one true form, as it varies from practitioner to practitioner. Erchanhardt, being someone who tends to pursue direct paths and the simplest, most effective approach, expresses Willing through an aggressive, brutal application of strikes, each one filled with every fiber of his self and carrying the full weight of his convictions. When Erchanhardt truly fights, and taps into the fullest potential of Willing, not only does he not choose to hold back, he simply could not even if he wanted to. It is here that Erchanhardt's most terrifying feats are found, palm-heels which could cleave passes through the mountains and grounding stomps which could redirect rivers.

I. The Eternal Return

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I. Skill Sheet

Skill Sheet

General Skills
  • Durability: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  • General Speed: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  • Strength: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  • Weapon Skill: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner

Racial Skills
  • Power Control: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  • Energy Usage/Regeneration: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  • Energy Resistance/Endurance: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  • Physical Augmentation: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner

Will Skills
  • Willpower: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  • Mental Deduction: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  • Pain Endurance: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  • Focus: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner

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