Count Batimir Feratu's Journal

Sanctuary
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Downtime

Downtime I : La'chiar Leeches

Count Batimir Feratu

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Hemomancy

La'chiar Leeches

I've since learned how dangerous these Contracts can be, and how important it is to be able to recover one's self and injury. It seems that that Harbinger's promise of payment has come through: I've made a breakthrough recently and I've developed a new technique, a new art.

In many places across the world they use Leeches and sometimes even Maggots as a medicinal treatment and remedy, they eat/suck out the "Bad" in someone and prepare that someone for further treating. I've managed to compact both the pre-treatment, and treatment, into one piece: I've learned how to create little worms out of my own blood. These worms, when ingested, can and will "Fix" someone's body-and-bloodstream right up; though unfortunately most aren't keen on ingesting these bloodworms, and its rather taxing on typical minds to stomache.

 

Training

Fitness

I've begin putting my at-home gym to use; and I've been pumping all manners of iron-and-steel. It seems that these Contracts have imbued me with some sort of superordinary development, as I've grown in numbers in such a short amount of time. My body, which once was fragile, is now rather sturdy.

I'll have it explained to the Media as simply just being experimental treatments or growth-horomones or maybe even I'll leave it up to their interpretation. Its not uncommon for figures such as myself to grow-or-shrink massively in short periods, after all, that Bales fellow used to preform insane feats for his movies. Why would it be any different for me?

As it is now, I am entirely too weak and too unfit to do most anything. Im out of shape. I must improve my body, by whatever means.

 

 

 

The Caverns
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Downtime

Taking Inventory

Downtime II : Fitness and Flesh

Count Batimir Feratu

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Preparation

Equipment

If my body cannot be useful to those around me I should atleast see to it that what I bring with my wealth is useful to those around; I've decided to put more effort into my inventory. If a Soccer Mom is what I must become, so be it! I'll bring blankets, I'll bring warmers, I'll bring crowbars, I'll bring Medicine, whatever I can get my hands on I'll be sure to bring! It is no difficulty to me, after all, I have money.

Training

Fitness & Introspection

I've continuted to work out and preform manual exercises such as Powerlifting, Cardio, Resistance Training, and other various routines as prescribed to me by my personal trainer. It is very important that I train my body to be able to handle things like this better in the future, my weakness is a liability that will likely eventaully get me, and others, killed. I must see to it that I do not disappoint, after all, with an occult following like that of mine its very important to keep a high standard and a high record for one's self.

I don't know what I'd do if the Court ever abandoned me, the Count, sometimes I feel that perhaps I am not actaully worthy of their blind admiration and following. I was brought up to be a next generation of man, some kind of higher being, yet I find myself continously falling short of such a title...

 

 

 

 

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Downtime

Better Blood

For a majority of my life I have suffered from and been plauged by Hemophillia; ironic considering that my public persona is that of a Vampire, ironic considering that I am a practitioner of hemomancy, and ironic considering that I am the face of a company centered around blood work and a cult centered around... also blood work. It has continuted to hinder me throughout my entire life, and has hindered me even more so during these so-called Contracts, however recently thanks to the Harbingers and their "Gifts", I have awakened and evolved my blood into new form. 

My blood now possesses some sort of sentience, it is now not only capable of clotting itself but it is capable of regenerating injuries and wounds of severe severity over periods of times that can be considered almost superhuman. I feel that even If I were to lose an arm, that my arm would somehow eventaully grow back over the course of of a week or two. Though such an ability can be considered to be rather weak and mundane in the grand scheme of things, I feel that it is a gateway to future powers that some may even consider to be dark or unimaginable. 

Regardless, the potential of my own blood and body now intrigues me, if these contracts are able to awaken my blood and rid my body of such a condition; could these contracts to allow me to awaken latent abilities to cure the blood others? To what extent am I able to evolve myself using these games? To what extent am I able to evolve others? These are questions that I feel may soon be needing answer. I may look towards reopening the dungeons under my manor as a means of keeping people for experimentation, perhaps its time to put those secret rooms to use.

Do you like my red yacht friend?
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Mob Ties

After the yacht party I decided to spend a little extra time making some valuable connections, as it turns out the Family was actaully quite apperciative of my efforts to prove their Don innocent: and apon realizing who I was, and that I had used one of my own employees as a scapegoat, made the connection that I'd sacraficed one of my own for theirs. I then decided to offer some of the Mafiosos legitamete jobs as members of my security team; should they ever need a "Clean" job. 

Though I probably won't be able to assist or help out Thomas Ryder too much, as long as he, or someone, goes to prison and takes the fall for what the Don's done, I'm in bed with the mob. I'd say I value these Mob Ties much more than I value the one accountant, as far as im concerned thats one less loose end who won't be able to tell on me later, something I haven't been too good at discerning. 

Being surrounded by all those guns and men-with-guns at the party has taught me a valuable lesson about staying safe; and fortunately for me with some help from the harbingers I've managed to awaken my blood's latent potential, my blood now serves as a sort of reactive-armour. Though it's only been trained to react against Bullets and Firearms, my blood now has the capability to take on the properties of Ceramic Plates: so long as it pertains to gunfire im essentially wearing a weightless invisible bombsuit.

To Russia With Love
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Downtime

Post-Journal V : New Hire (WIP)

Downtime V : New Hire

Count Batimir Feratu

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After the events of the previous Contract I found that Mason Berkman, a fellow Contractor and aspiring mechanical engineer and proven college athlete, was stranded destitute with no place to go. I decided that I'd lend this man a hand, extending an invitation to him to accompany me on my flight back to the Feratu Manor Estate, which having no choice, he accepted. The man apon arrival to the estate began to ease into life here, gradually accepting his new position as a sort of "Fieldman" and "Handyman", and proving himself quite useful in fixing and maintaining all manners of contraption as well as proving useful in assisting the staff in more... heavy tasks.

He seemed to have his own devices for being here, however, as noted that in the nights he seems to sneak off to one of the worksheds / workshops to partake in his own machinations. I know not what he does in my Workshop at the dead of night, but I suspect he has his own projects to take care of; just as I have mine. 

I approached him with the offer of evolution not long thereafter, I told him that I could make him better than what he was. Strangely, he seemed ecstatic to hear this proposal, eager even, and soon I put him "Under the Knife" so to speak. In his sleep, I ushered him into the dungeons beneath the Feratu Manor Home, and apon those archaic stone tables I began to do my work as I do it best. Though it was the first application of my Hemocraft, It proved rather fruitful and successful. 

 

 

 

Phasmophobia
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Downtime

Therapy.

With the help of in-house therapists, and extensive rehab, I've gotten over my many fears: though the fear of ghosts has remained heavy in my heart.

These last few months have been very taxing, as I've been holed up inside my room unable to leave for fear of ghosts flying through the walls, for fear of slamming doors, my mind has been attacked and plauged by the thoughts of these horrible lifeless bloodless entities of haunt. I never wish to see another ghost in my life, such monsters are beyond this world and are beyond reason, they are the most horrible.

Between therapy I've been tuning into the news, hearing about some "Superman of Boise", a recently-illuminated "Super Hero" who seems to demonstrate abilities of superstrength, superhuman durability, and just general "super" nonsense. I hope to one day meet this "Superman of Boise", and observe him in the act, such a man is everything I want the people of today to become. He is clearly an evolved being, he is beyond the weakness that most people of the day possess, harbor, and spread and he is a shining paragon of everything I want to create in this world of ours.

Though the person he is seems to be rather annoyingly just, like a comic-book hero who'se blown himself way out of proportion, I am not one who cannot come to respect the strength of another. The things I would do to chain this man up in my basement for just a week, I'd do alot just to have a look inside him.

A single drop of blood
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Sambo & Subterfuge

Flesh doesn't need to be a formed thing, as I have recently awakened: the ability to manipulate the flesh and blood of others to one's whim is by no means an impossible aspiration and through the awakening of certain Blood Magiks it is possible. I have now awakened the ability to manipulate and sculpt my own flesh, so much so that I am able to change my form and person to fit that of any occasion, I could be a Nun, I could be a craftsman, I could be a cleaner, I could be anyone I want. I've understood the process of which I do this to be rather horrific, keeping in line with my other talents, so its not something to show off to the world.

Additionally I've begun to practice a martial art, or rather many, as it's come to my attention that I should probably have some non-supernatural method of self-defense. After Inderpal's demonstration of CQB tactics, and the importance of martiality, I've realized that such a thing is worth looking into. The Martial art I've settled on learning, and mastering, has been Sambo: a russian post-soviet system that has been described as a "Mixed" Combat Art, an essential. I've spent quite the amount of time learning both Sambo, and different varied arts, from my security team at the manor.

Although I dread the occasion, I will soon have to visit the Board about that "Blog of Blood" that's been running a smirch campaign on my person. An occasion I most definitely dread, more than most things.

Acceleration
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HIKING WIP

I went hiking in Appalachia for the past few months.I've spent alot of time navigating the woods, and lakes, and streams, and rivers; I've even spent time in caves.

I've met a few fellow hikers and exchanged kind greetings with them. I've even gotten some of their addresses. 

I spent alot of time doing research into and buying the nessecary survival equipment, it turns out you can buy these satellite phones that actaully geo-guess your location using satellites and GPS coordinating. Its actaully rather useful incase you ever get lost in the woods or in the mountains because emergency services can actaully find you even if you don't have service. 

Additionally I bought alot of multi-tools and useful gimmicky tools and high-power flashlights and night-vision gear: its all served me very well and have all been incredibly useful especially out in the woods. I was worried at first that Wendigos might attack me or I might get mugged by a crackhead or I might end up slipping and falling into like a trench or ravine. Appalachia is pretty beautiful though and I'd honestly like to build a mansion out here in the mountains: their nice and secluded and noone's ever coming out.

I spent about a few weeks out in Appalachia before returning to the mansion and returning to my posh lifestyle. I brought back a bunch of animal hides and hunted critters; my trip out to the wild has taught me much about the beauty of nature and survival tools. 

 

Stolen Chip
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Downtime

Downtime IX

Count Batimir Feratu

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Hemomancy

Forme Pairfate

My lack of Dexterity and my lack of quickness has until now been a minor slight, but I've now realized how important it is to be quick-on-my feet and how important it would have been to have been just a little more nimble.

I've finally proven able to master my own form, I can now bend my body however which way I wish; through whichever which crack I choose, through whatever cranny I want. I've tested this development of mine in the dungeons beneath my mansion, through those old ancient sewers of which I've found myself walking through in recent months: not only am I able to quickly run laps im able to squeeze through insanely small gaps.

I am also now capable of extending my body to ridiulous extents, though my body has developed "Section Lines" as a result, a abnormality that I can and will explain away as cosmetic tattoos. These Section-Lines are capable of splitting off though, and by opening them up I am able to extend and protrude my body upwards of thirty feet away from me: as well as reattach and detach my limbs-and-internals however I see fit.

My body has become autonomous, even without me it will continute to function. Though it seems that I have developed a primal fear of the flame, I along with every cell in my body have learned to hate the flame, to fear it. If one were to come up on me with a flamethrower, I fear that would be the end of me and all that is me.

Training

Fitness

Once again I've put my home gym to use, though this time I've put it to use in manual training of finesse and dexterity. I've given a-go at Cardio and I've given a-go at reaction exercises, I've had one of my men post up with a ball and throw it at me to train my reaction speed for hours at-ends.

Additionally I've taken to jogs, walks, and sprints through the sewer systems underneath my Manor. Those systems run on for miles and miles uninteruptted and usaully empty. Whenever I do encounter a person though (usaully homeless or crackheads)... I make quick work of them and ensure to dispose of their bodies. 

 

 

 

Field Trip
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Party in the Desert
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Downtime XI : Flesh and Form

Count Batimir Feratu

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Hemomancy

Flesh Fondre

Though in the past I have learned that my body and I now have the capability to mold, and bend, and squish into surfaces and spaces which before would've been normally impossible, I've also developed and evolved the capability to completely liquidate myself.

I may now transform myself into a pool of blood, turning my body into a non-newtonian visage-of-a-man, and I may even use this form to hide or bait enemies. I have also learned that while I am in this form I have the ability to Overrun one's body, each cell in my body will attempt to invade their own. 

Through this ability I may also mend my own injuries, to an extent, should I incur them, through active reformation and reconstitution. I am so very excited for the implications of this ability and what it may entail.

Training

Fitness

I've begun the final processes of strengthening my body and honing it to it's peak performance and I feel that I have reached the capstone of fitness: My musculature and muscule density has condensed into double or triple that of a person. I am now able to lift things I otherwise would not have been able to years ago, and I have overall reached the pinnacle of strength: for people that is.

I consider myself to be above most other people in terms of power and bodily acuity, and now that I have

reached the cornerstone of what is possible for the unevolved: I should seek to push past it. Perfection is not too far away, and given time and effort, it seems that soon I have the means to actively pursue it: both for myself and for everyone else.

 

 

 

Chrysalis
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