Balder Zane

(Just so whoever marks this knows: I've had the Profession and Treasure approved by Guy awhile back, and I can forward the PM if needed.)

Mask Collector (open) Mask Collector (close)

`Mask Collector - Unique
Original: Jarin

The following restrictions are applied to those who take the Mask Collector profession:
- Each character, no matter the rank (Newbie, Regular, or Veteran) is unable to take any Major Treasures. In essence, they are given a Major Treasure capacity of 0. Transformation Masks are not considered “Major Treasures” by Mask Collectors.
- The only Standard Treasures a Mask Collector can obtain is the Song of Healing, and the Mask Satchel, with the latter having a level requirement. He cannot borrow or trade treasures from other allies.
- A Mask Collector will never share, loan, or borrow a mask from another character. The Mask Collector is driven to obtain the masks through their own hard work, and treasures them too much to lend them to allies.
- The Mask Collector cannot take any professions other than Mask Collector.

As there are twelve races that can create usable Transformation Masks, that leaves eleven masks for a Mask Collector to collect. As stated in the Transformation Mask treasure, a Picori mask is impossible to use. Each level allows for an increase to the number of masks a character can own.

- At Lv1, the Mask Collector can own and carry 1 Transformation Mask on their person.

- At Lv2, the Mask Collector can own and carry 2 Transformation Mask on their person.

- At Lv3, the Mask Collector can own and carry 3 Transformation Mask on their person.

- At Lv4, the Mask Collector may own 4 Transformation Masks, but may only carry 3 Masks at a time. The other masks must be stored somewhere else, either in a residence owned by the Mask Collector, or in a Mask Satchel. If the Mask Collector owns neither, he may not receive any more masks until he does.

The Mask Collector may now own a Mask Satchel.

- At Lv5, the Mask Collector may own 5 Transformation Masks, but may only carry 3 Masks at a time. The other masks must be stored somewhere else, either in a residence owned by the Mask Collector, or in a Mask Satchel. If the Mask Collector owns neither, he may not receive any more masks until he does.

- At Lv6, the Mask Collector may own 6 Transformation Masks, but may only carry 3 Masks at a time. The other masks must be stored somewhere else, either in a residence owned by the Mask Collector, or in a Mask Satchel. If the Mask Collector owns neither, he may not receive any more masks until he does.

- At Lv7, the Mask Collector may own 7 Transformation Masks, but may only carry 3 Masks at a time. The other masks must be stored somewhere else, either in a residence owned by the Mask Collector, or in a Mask Satchel. If the Mask Collector owns neither, he may not receive any more masks until he does.

- At Lv8, the Mask Collector may own 9 Transformation Masks, but may only carry 3 Masks at a time. The other masks must be stored somewhere else, either in a residence owned by the Mask Collector, or in a Mask Satchel. If the Mask Collector owns neither, he may not receive any more masks until he does.

- At Lv9, the Mask Collector may own 10 Transformation Masks, but may only carry 3 Masks at a time. The other masks must be stored somewhere else, either in a residence owned by the Mask Collector, or in a Mask Satchel. If the Mask Collector owns neither, he may not receive any more masks until he does.

- At Lv10, the Mask Collector may own 11 Transformation Masks, but may only carry 4 Masks at a time. The other masks must be stored somewhere else, either in a residence owned by the Mask Collector, or in a Mask Satchel. If the Mask Collector owns neither, he may not receive any more masks until he does.

Mask Satchel (open) Mask Satchel (close)

`Mask Satchel
Original: Jarin, Magic-tier - Utility

W5: 50 rupees
P5 or W4 or C5: 80 rupees
P4 or W3 or C4: 120 rupees
P3 or W2 or C3: 170 rupees
P2 or W1 or C2: 230 rupees

Functions similar to a Compaction Pouch, except only Transformation Masks may be stored in it. All eleven Masks will fit into this satchel.

The Satchel cannot be accessed during combat, and the Mask Collector must be focusing on the Mask he wishes to pull out as he is reaching in. A break in concentration will require the Mask Collector to begin searching over again.

Name:
Balder Zane

Age:
36

Gender:
Male

Race:
Hylian

Place of Origin:
Darunia

PWC:

Pre extra: Power 1, Wisdom 1, Courage 2
(1/1/2)

Final: Power 4, Wisdom 1, Courage 3
(4/1/3)

Treasures:

Racial:
Rupee Riches
Sense

Bought:
40 rupees – Song of Healing
50 rupees – Mask Collector (Profession)

60 Rupees final

Height:
6’3”

Weight:
156 pounds

Equipment:

Basic drawing:

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Balder carries a bladed scythe-like staff, roughly four feet in length. The blades themselves are curved down slightly, with both sides of the blade sharp enough to cut through bone. The staff can detach at the center, creating two handheld miniature scythes, which Balder can command with deadly skill. The staff can be elongated or shortened, a modification Balder had performed at the start of his Transformation Mask hunt.

No matter where he goes, or what he does, Balder wears a deep navy blue cloak, flat as to reduce the light reflection. The cloak was designed specifically for Balder, and thus the hood is set to shadows his the majority of his face, while still allowing for him to see the entirety of his surroundings. The cloak is, simply, plain and nonchalant, as well as surprisingly light and flexible. This allows for Balder to slip in and out of places he shouldn't be with relative ease.

Appearance:
Beneath his cloak, Balder wears a loose tunic and pant set, similar in color to his cloak. Above his tunic lies the stoic face of a man who hold little dear to his heart. His hair is short, roughly an inch, and is black as night. No matter how much water Balder uses, he can never get his hair to lie in any other position, and has long given up even entertaining the notion of changing that. His eyes are a deep emerald, and his nose is somewhat small, though it protrudes more than normal from his face. His cheeks are slender, and while they are slightly prominent, he lacks a definite point to them. Opposing that, his chin is set much more square, giving his lower face an almost box like look, as well as lacking any kind of facial hair.

His body is somewhat muscular, more so agile as opposed to brute strength muscular, however, he can still hold his own against most in a straight fight. Most of his body is covered in scraps and bruises, souvenirs from his rough getaways or daring fights. A few spots hold scars, long dead reminders of the danger he faced everyday, and the lengths he went to for his obsessions.

Personality:
On the outside, Balder is a rather simple man. He appears to be a man of his heart, a heart that is all about sex and money. He has no problem switching allegiances for the extra bag of coin, or the opening of a woman's legs. He holds no real alliances with any person or group, and has been known to work for anyone, as long as they pay well. It doesn't matter if you were the King of Hyrule, or Ganon himself. Throw down a hefty sum of money, and Balder is your man. More than once he has been known to take the payment of one employer, only to turn around and work to an opposing faction merely for an the extra handful of coin. Business is business, money is money, nothing is personal. That is how he enjoys to live his life.

As well, is always pushing himself to be better, faster, stronger. Anything that can make himself superior to others, he will do. The better he is, the less time it takes for him to complete his tasks, and the more he gets paid. And to Balder, nothing is more important.

However, only Balder is aware of the real reason for his love of money. Ever since he was a child, Balder has suffered from obsessive compulsive collecting and hoarding. His floor would be covered in the most ridiculous knick-knacks, useless or otherwise. This obsession was the only reason he turned to a life of thievery. He would break in, just to take the oddest of items, which often left the authorities baffled. He would spends mountains of rupees on the most ridiculous of items. Anything that can be collected, Balder has once owned.

Residence:
Balder has no known place of residence.

Pet:
None. Balder neither trusts animals, nor is he too particularly fond of them. Plus, they remind him too much of himself.

Instrument:
Balder plays a small, pocket sized gold harp. He stole it from a wealthy family, and enjoys plucking on it during his spare time, though his by no means a talented musician.

Backstory:

It use to be all about the money.

Balder cursed himself as he ran, the sounds of footsteps clanging behind him. Thinking back, the man realized, in all of his career, if you could call it a career, he had never gotten himself into something this dangerous. Balder has started out as a common thief in the beginning, when he had first turned ten. Balder was born into a simple family in the village of Darunia,a while they made a decent living, his parents could never satisfy Balder's obsessions. Long had he lived in the shadow of the Lost Woods, and sometimes Balder would catch whispers about a group of Thieves residing in the woods. Realizing they could help him supply the brain numbing urges with a means of supplement, he sought out the group, and begged them to teach him their secret arts. Moved, either by pity or a hidden understanding, they agreed to take the young boy in as one of theirs. At such an age, Balder was as impressionable as any youth, and during these long hours he picked up many of his questionable traits. They had started the boy out simply, giving him jobs that most would consider small time. As time passed, Balder continued to prove himself, they began sending him on assassinations. They molded and shaped the boy into the man Balder is today. He continued to run small time jobs for the guild, and while he had not visited the Woods in years, many old contacts there still stayed in touch. This time, Balder had realized while reminiscing on those days long past, he may have gone too far.

As for his current situation, it was basically one misfortune after another. To begin with, the Captain of Nabooru's Guard hadn't taken the sight of Balder pleasuring himself with the mans wife, nor had he enjoyed hearing her delighted screams. Now, in Balder's defense, this had only happened because he was sent to kill the captain, and had found only the lady of the house when he arrived. Lonely, and craving the love of a man, it took little convincing to get her into the bedroom and out of her clothes. Needless to say, the captain pulled him off his wife, and threw a startled Balder through the bedroom window. Rolling down the awning, he slid off the edge and hit the ground. If the rain hadn't been coming down all day, he would have hit solid earth. Instead, he Balder splashed into the biggest mud-puddle he had ever seen. Naked. He shook his head, gathering his wits. His weapons were inside, his clothes were inside, and from the sounds of it, so were half the men from the captains current patrol.
“Aww Din,” Balder muttered, groping in the mud, half blind, “this is going to get messy.” He had to find a weapon, he told himself, something hard, a rock maybe, or a bra- “There!” he cried out, his fingers wrapping around a foot-long piece of stone.
“OI! BASTARDS!” he bellowed at the house. “COME GET ME!” The clamber of feet on the stairs meant Balder's plan was off to a good start. The naked man poised himself outside the door, waiting to his first victim. His entire body tensed, fingers white as the held the rock for dear life. He could feel the presence of the men, there were maybe five, six at the most, all headed right to him. He could hear them clearly now, as they raced through the house, towards their death.
Closer...
Closer...
The first guard stepped through the door, and in a flash, Balder threw every ounce of strength he could into his arm, slamming the man in the throat with the rock, knocking him parallel. Balder let go of the rock as it continued forward, catching the next guard square in the jaw, knocking him out cold. Using the momentum from his swing, the naked killer continued into a spin, snatching the sword out of his first victims pommel, and jumped through the door as the guard hit the floor, dizzy, but standing. The other three guards, including the captain, stood in front of him, stunned by the sight they had just seen. Acting on instincts, and realizing he would be greatly overpowered in a straight fight, Balder whipped the sword into the group, burying it deep into the arm of the leftmost guard. Awakened from their stupor by their comrades gasp of pain, the other two lifted their weapons and bellowed with rage, charging at their would-be assassin. Jumping sideways, Balder narrowly avoided the men as their momentum carried then straight out the door and into the mud. Chuckling to himself, he quickly raced up the stairs, desperately in need of his clothes and weapons. Bolting into the bedchambers, Balder was surprised by a loud smash as he hit the floor, hard. Trying to focus, he could just make out the frightened wife of the captain holding what appeared to handle of a glass pitcher. Shaking his head, Balder stumbled towards his clothes, swaying slightly. He threw on the most important garments, leaving everything else behind. Grabbing his bladestaff, Balder jumped through his previous exit from the room, and slid down the awning on his feet. Still dizzy, he had no clue exactly where he was going, but he could hear his adversaries below him. Detaching his staff, Balder threw himself forward as he reached the edge., praying he had calculated right. And he had, at least, calculated half right. He landed hard on the captain, the blade piercing his eye socket. Unfortunately, the last guard had heard Balder coming, and deserted his captain, screaming for help like a lunatic. Wrenching the blade from his targets skull, the assassin stood, shaking. To his right, he could hear the whistles and footsteps of the entire guard barracks. Pulling the insignia from his target as proof, Balder turned and fled in the opposite direction, disappearing into the shadows of night.

It had taken a few hours before Balder finally escaped the town. The remaining guard had gotten a good look at his face during the spar inside the house, and every pillar and post was tacked with his face. “Not that it will matter soon,” he chuckled to himself. In his hand, Balder carried his payment, a tattered scroll, inscribed with a melody of great power. A melody that could turn a dying creatures soul into a mask of transformation...

Balder suffered from an almost deliberating condition of obsessive collecting. While he had long struggled to keep his disease in check, it had always taken a great strain on his psyche. That was when he had heard of the fabled Mask of Transformation. A scholar marked for death had tried to barter for his life with the information of lost magics and forbidden arts. Once he had spilled all he knew, Balder was quiet for a moment. Then, raising his head, and wearing the most frightening of smiles, he proceeded to slaughter not just the man, but every one of the scholars colleagues. It was this day that Balder finally gave in to his obsession. He had found the ultimate collectable, and nothing would stop him from obtaining ever mask that he could. Plus, he later realized, it didn't hurt that he could use them in his assassinations. No one would ever suspect that the assassin could change his form at will. Balder would be able to slip in and out of anywhere, he could kill and never be found, he could rob people in broad daylight, and flee as another face. He would become a God among men.

It had taken Balder many months to locate the Song of Healing, and he had lost track of how many scrolls he owned claiming to be the magical song. But now, it was his. Balder could feel the power pulsating through the yellowed paper, he could hear the notes humming in his head, like a far off dream. All he needed was a dying soul to capture...