Ciel's Armory
Sept 24, 2023 10:47:25 GMT
Post by Ciel on Sept 24, 2023 10:47:25 GMT
Mainline Weaponry
Yamato [All Forms]
Description
A long blade, only coming slightly shorter than her arm. The metal itself shines, looking a steel white color, small groves around the blade in a similar pattern to rushing waves along the side. Near the back of the blade lies a long black line covering the entire back part of the sword, from the base all the way upward nearly encompassing the tip of the sword itself. Barely stopping just before reaching the top. Below the blade lies a golden octagonal handguard with an ornamental design resembling clouds around the top and bottom. The handle below is black pure black with a white cloth encompassing around the top in a cross pattern, leaving several small holes showing the black handle where the clothe doesn't cover. Carried within a metal sheath, made of similar metals to the sword with a gold finish around the base and the tip.
History
A blade created nearly a lifetime ago, once Ciel grew tired of her old sword, no longer being able to stomach even the sight of it she cast it aside, wandering the digital world itself, yet despite casting her own blade aside her hands still yearned for the comfort of a blade, her hands still steady with the memories of one wielded long before. Twas then Ciel had a thought, to create her own sword, a new sword with no past, no attachments save from her. No painful memories binding her from utilizing it to its fullest. Thus, the plan for the Yamato was forged, while it only gained its name after it was created, the process that created the weapon took all of Ciel's skills, her craftsmanship, her knowledge, her abilities. All of it poured into a single blade, the pinnacle of her abilities at the time. Forged with the strongest metal that she could find, folded over itself nearly a thousand times into the sharp metal blade it appears as today, within the base of the sword lies something hidden though. Taken from her own digital core, ripped from her chest and placed within the metal, a part of Ciel's own digital core, the essence of her being enveloped within the cold steel, binding the blade to her and forever intertwining it with her fate.
Exhaust Knuckle [Form: Gear 1]
Description
Pure white metal gloves, made to look almost identical to an Agunimon's gauntlets. The three circled that expel the flames however are aimed more forward, in almost a straight-line pattern with the holes closer together rather than spread out to prevent Ciel from burning herself on them. Around the front side where her palm would be there lies a pressure sensitive switch near the middle of the handle allowing for ease of use. Requiring strength on par with a Champion level digimon to be able to utilize it. There however does lie a dead bolt near the back of the gauntlet that makes it so the switch cannot be pressed down, preventing it from accidentally being pressed when not in use. A specialized coolant encompasses the opposite side of where it fires from, allowing the user to easily utilize it without fear of burning themselves.
History
A long time ago, back in a village near the Spears of Megido there was a village that sat near the volcano's edge, A dangerous place to live, not for the volcano's that encompassed the land but for the beast within the villages borders that attacked any and all who would dare cross his path. However one day, the village was attacked, risking the dangers of the Volcano a rival tribe made attempts to steal their lives from them, with no one to turn to and no one to ask for help the villagers turned to the one creature they knew would be able to strike the rival tribe down, they turned to the beast and asked for their aid, The beast, a Vritramon, had agreed and saved the village, this beast, this monster who plagued their village for a time, was the teacher who showed Ciel the way to fight. By the time Ciel had met him, he had become the leader of the village, having saved them time and time again from those who might try and steal the naturally rich resources the volcano provided, older and wiser he showed Ciel the way of fire, the power and form, however unlike his past self, he taught her the dangers of the flame, the control, the balance. However despite the balance one would need for the flame, he also taught her not to fear it, for fear had no place on a battlefield. It was the first time Ciel had learned another fighting style, the first step in her long journey. Something she would never forget even to this day.
Shadow Spear [Form: Gear 1]
A stark contrast compared to the other weapons in the lineup for the form, Created from the likeness of Loweemon's spear. The spear shaft itself is pure black with golden rings lining up, from the base all the way up to just before the metal extending slightly outward from the darkened steel. Despite being small the rings are made from solid gold digizoid preventing them from easily being cut and allowing the user to easily block and defend against attacks by catching them against the golden rings. The tip of the spear is a metallic grey color, the tip of which has been more sharpened down compared to the original design making it a far deadlier tool. The entire part has also been slightly lowered and shrunk allowing it to be more balanced weight wise letting the user easily utilize it both in hand and thrown. The ring in the center of the spear has a line of code around it, forming a sigil that allows the spear to return to the hand of the user, going through anything and everything until it's in their hands once again.
History
While not as old as Ciel's other weapons, this one is no less special than any of them. Before Ciel met the man who would changer her life she wandered the digital world, throwing herself into fight after fight with no care for her own well-being. She didn't care if she lived or died and, during one encounter would come very close to the latter. However, she ended up being saved by a digimon, a Loweemon who seemingly came from nowhere, accompanied by a small melody he sung to himself that Ciel would never be able to rid from her mind, no matter how many years passed. After assisting Ciel and getting her back on her feet this digimon refused to leave her side, accompanying her through fight after fight, allying himself with her and making sure she lived. When pressed on why he cared, why he wished to help her he simply responded
"I once shared your eyes, the eyes of a warrior with no resolve, who has been through so much pain that they can no longer care about who or what they fight. I have been where you stand and, I promise you from the bottom of my core, it gets better, it stops hurting. And until that day I see the light in your eyes. I will not leave your side."
Sure enough she was stuck with him, however as Ciel fought alongside him, learned his way and how he fights. Eventually what he said came true, eventually through their bond, even for her the pain stopped, while the memories would never cease, thanks to this Digimon she managed to get through one of the worst parts of her life. Towards one of the best parts of her life that she would forever cherish.
Old Weaponry
Shirotsume-Ichimonji (Clover) [Condiition: Broken]
A blade covered in scars from years past, chipped, broken, damaged nearly beyond repair. The blade has been completely taken from the hilt of the sword, large chunks of metal still cling to the base that once connected the hilt to the sword, a long piece extends up the back, pointed and jagged giving a better appearance to a dagger then a Katana. The Blade itself has long cracks running along the side and middle, threatening to almost break should one even look at it funny, the tip of the blade has been shattered into millions of pieces giving the blade a jagged flat top near the tip. The wraps and bandages that once guarded a warrior's hand now lay with signs of age, decay barely hanging onto it once beautiful form. No longer could it even be considered a weapon, the only thing that lies with this blade are memories. Good, bad, painful.
History
Born with this weapon was a curious warrior, one who would scour the world itself for its secrets, who would dare challenge the natural order of the world in order to better herself, to find her own way through life doing what she believed best for her. This sword has been carried through many steps in life, a seemingly never-ending journey through the world, assisting its user through thick and thin, just as they were created together, so did they stay together for all of history and time, making many memories in the process. Finding friendship, danger, knowledge and, towards the end of the blade's life, finding love. An oath was carved on the blade that day, the day its master found someone they would truly live for, to fight for. An oath by the sword itself to shield them for as long as the two may live.
The last memory tied to this blade is plagued by a storm, crashing winds and thundering rains drenching all within the area itself in a massive blanket of water, the only sound that could be heard over the thunder was the sound of two blades crashing, echoing throughout the digital world, two lovers engaged in a duel to the death through reasons neither wished would of occurred, one lost his mind while the other did everything to preserve it. As with all battles however an end had to be reached, as this blade gave the last of itself, clashing one last time before snapping completely off, flying through the air and embedding itself on the ground nearby, the owner used the last of her strength to plunge the broken metal into the core of the digital lifeform in front of her, finding its mark and running them clean through. As her lover vanished leaving behind the sword that nearly took her head, realization struck the master of the sword, knowledge of what she had just done overtook her, forcing her to her knees dropping the blade to the ground alongside the opponents blade.
And that's where the blade would stay forever more, as its owner cried into the thunderous night it would remain there, never to be taken up again. Laid to rest alongside the last digimon it would ever take the life of, the one that should've been shielded from any and all, taken by the one who swore to guard it.
Yamato [All Forms]
Description
A long blade, only coming slightly shorter than her arm. The metal itself shines, looking a steel white color, small groves around the blade in a similar pattern to rushing waves along the side. Near the back of the blade lies a long black line covering the entire back part of the sword, from the base all the way upward nearly encompassing the tip of the sword itself. Barely stopping just before reaching the top. Below the blade lies a golden octagonal handguard with an ornamental design resembling clouds around the top and bottom. The handle below is black pure black with a white cloth encompassing around the top in a cross pattern, leaving several small holes showing the black handle where the clothe doesn't cover. Carried within a metal sheath, made of similar metals to the sword with a gold finish around the base and the tip.
History
A blade created nearly a lifetime ago, once Ciel grew tired of her old sword, no longer being able to stomach even the sight of it she cast it aside, wandering the digital world itself, yet despite casting her own blade aside her hands still yearned for the comfort of a blade, her hands still steady with the memories of one wielded long before. Twas then Ciel had a thought, to create her own sword, a new sword with no past, no attachments save from her. No painful memories binding her from utilizing it to its fullest. Thus, the plan for the Yamato was forged, while it only gained its name after it was created, the process that created the weapon took all of Ciel's skills, her craftsmanship, her knowledge, her abilities. All of it poured into a single blade, the pinnacle of her abilities at the time. Forged with the strongest metal that she could find, folded over itself nearly a thousand times into the sharp metal blade it appears as today, within the base of the sword lies something hidden though. Taken from her own digital core, ripped from her chest and placed within the metal, a part of Ciel's own digital core, the essence of her being enveloped within the cold steel, binding the blade to her and forever intertwining it with her fate.
Exhaust Knuckle [Form: Gear 1]
Description
Pure white metal gloves, made to look almost identical to an Agunimon's gauntlets. The three circled that expel the flames however are aimed more forward, in almost a straight-line pattern with the holes closer together rather than spread out to prevent Ciel from burning herself on them. Around the front side where her palm would be there lies a pressure sensitive switch near the middle of the handle allowing for ease of use. Requiring strength on par with a Champion level digimon to be able to utilize it. There however does lie a dead bolt near the back of the gauntlet that makes it so the switch cannot be pressed down, preventing it from accidentally being pressed when not in use. A specialized coolant encompasses the opposite side of where it fires from, allowing the user to easily utilize it without fear of burning themselves.
History
A long time ago, back in a village near the Spears of Megido there was a village that sat near the volcano's edge, A dangerous place to live, not for the volcano's that encompassed the land but for the beast within the villages borders that attacked any and all who would dare cross his path. However one day, the village was attacked, risking the dangers of the Volcano a rival tribe made attempts to steal their lives from them, with no one to turn to and no one to ask for help the villagers turned to the one creature they knew would be able to strike the rival tribe down, they turned to the beast and asked for their aid, The beast, a Vritramon, had agreed and saved the village, this beast, this monster who plagued their village for a time, was the teacher who showed Ciel the way to fight. By the time Ciel had met him, he had become the leader of the village, having saved them time and time again from those who might try and steal the naturally rich resources the volcano provided, older and wiser he showed Ciel the way of fire, the power and form, however unlike his past self, he taught her the dangers of the flame, the control, the balance. However despite the balance one would need for the flame, he also taught her not to fear it, for fear had no place on a battlefield. It was the first time Ciel had learned another fighting style, the first step in her long journey. Something she would never forget even to this day.
Shadow Spear [Form: Gear 1]
A stark contrast compared to the other weapons in the lineup for the form, Created from the likeness of Loweemon's spear. The spear shaft itself is pure black with golden rings lining up, from the base all the way up to just before the metal extending slightly outward from the darkened steel. Despite being small the rings are made from solid gold digizoid preventing them from easily being cut and allowing the user to easily block and defend against attacks by catching them against the golden rings. The tip of the spear is a metallic grey color, the tip of which has been more sharpened down compared to the original design making it a far deadlier tool. The entire part has also been slightly lowered and shrunk allowing it to be more balanced weight wise letting the user easily utilize it both in hand and thrown. The ring in the center of the spear has a line of code around it, forming a sigil that allows the spear to return to the hand of the user, going through anything and everything until it's in their hands once again.
History
While not as old as Ciel's other weapons, this one is no less special than any of them. Before Ciel met the man who would changer her life she wandered the digital world, throwing herself into fight after fight with no care for her own well-being. She didn't care if she lived or died and, during one encounter would come very close to the latter. However, she ended up being saved by a digimon, a Loweemon who seemingly came from nowhere, accompanied by a small melody he sung to himself that Ciel would never be able to rid from her mind, no matter how many years passed. After assisting Ciel and getting her back on her feet this digimon refused to leave her side, accompanying her through fight after fight, allying himself with her and making sure she lived. When pressed on why he cared, why he wished to help her he simply responded
"I once shared your eyes, the eyes of a warrior with no resolve, who has been through so much pain that they can no longer care about who or what they fight. I have been where you stand and, I promise you from the bottom of my core, it gets better, it stops hurting. And until that day I see the light in your eyes. I will not leave your side."
Sure enough she was stuck with him, however as Ciel fought alongside him, learned his way and how he fights. Eventually what he said came true, eventually through their bond, even for her the pain stopped, while the memories would never cease, thanks to this Digimon she managed to get through one of the worst parts of her life. Towards one of the best parts of her life that she would forever cherish.
Old Weaponry
Shirotsume-Ichimonji (Clover) [Condiition: Broken]
A blade covered in scars from years past, chipped, broken, damaged nearly beyond repair. The blade has been completely taken from the hilt of the sword, large chunks of metal still cling to the base that once connected the hilt to the sword, a long piece extends up the back, pointed and jagged giving a better appearance to a dagger then a Katana. The Blade itself has long cracks running along the side and middle, threatening to almost break should one even look at it funny, the tip of the blade has been shattered into millions of pieces giving the blade a jagged flat top near the tip. The wraps and bandages that once guarded a warrior's hand now lay with signs of age, decay barely hanging onto it once beautiful form. No longer could it even be considered a weapon, the only thing that lies with this blade are memories. Good, bad, painful.
History
Born with this weapon was a curious warrior, one who would scour the world itself for its secrets, who would dare challenge the natural order of the world in order to better herself, to find her own way through life doing what she believed best for her. This sword has been carried through many steps in life, a seemingly never-ending journey through the world, assisting its user through thick and thin, just as they were created together, so did they stay together for all of history and time, making many memories in the process. Finding friendship, danger, knowledge and, towards the end of the blade's life, finding love. An oath was carved on the blade that day, the day its master found someone they would truly live for, to fight for. An oath by the sword itself to shield them for as long as the two may live.
The last memory tied to this blade is plagued by a storm, crashing winds and thundering rains drenching all within the area itself in a massive blanket of water, the only sound that could be heard over the thunder was the sound of two blades crashing, echoing throughout the digital world, two lovers engaged in a duel to the death through reasons neither wished would of occurred, one lost his mind while the other did everything to preserve it. As with all battles however an end had to be reached, as this blade gave the last of itself, clashing one last time before snapping completely off, flying through the air and embedding itself on the ground nearby, the owner used the last of her strength to plunge the broken metal into the core of the digital lifeform in front of her, finding its mark and running them clean through. As her lover vanished leaving behind the sword that nearly took her head, realization struck the master of the sword, knowledge of what she had just done overtook her, forcing her to her knees dropping the blade to the ground alongside the opponents blade.
And that's where the blade would stay forever more, as its owner cried into the thunderous night it would remain there, never to be taken up again. Laid to rest alongside the last digimon it would ever take the life of, the one that should've been shielded from any and all, taken by the one who swore to guard it.