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El Capitano
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Nazaricks Perfect Knight
The Rotting One
Grand General of Nazarick
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Job: Nazaricks Grand General
The Intimidator
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Residence: Great Tomb Of Nazarick
Resides On The 2nd Floor
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Alignment: Great Good
Sense Of Justice: 300
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Racial Level
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Ghoul: Lv. 15
True Vampire: Lv. 10
Shoggoth: Lv. 5
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Job Level
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Cursed Knight: Lv. 15
Executioner: Lv. 15
Blood Drinker: Lv. 10
Chef: Lv. 5
Templar: Lv. 10
Champion: Lv. 10
Disciple Of World Champion: Lv. 5
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HP: 100
MP: 20 ( 50 )
PHY.ATK: 90 ( 110 )
PHY.DEF: 85 ( 100 )
AGILITY: 80 ( 100 )
MAG.ATK: 0
MAG.DEF: 40 ( 85 )
RESIST: 35 ( 80 )
SPECIAL: 50 ( 75 )
TOTAL: 500 (700 during a duel or battle deemed as honourable)
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Created By: Touch Me
Created On: August 22nd, 2124
Last Edited: Final Day, 2138
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Settings:
Capitano had been created solely as a farmhand—or so he had thought. As he grew older, he encountered a dashing knight in gleaming white armour named Touch Me. Captivated, Capitano pestered the knight until he finally agreed to take him on as a squire.
Under Touch Me's tutelage, Capitano developed unmatched skills, his potential ever-growing, as if an endless power surged through his veins. His liege soon appointed him to command a significant portion of Nazarick's forces—a formidable number that would have overwhelmed most novice generals. But Capitano was different. His adaptability was astounding, and with each battle, his strategic prowess sharpened. Before long, he could triumph over enemies that outnumbered him threefold.
Touch Me's sense of justice left a mark on Capitano; despite his success, he resisted arrogance, seeking instead to prove himself in duels against other NPCs of Nazarick. He first challenged the battle maids, honing his swordplay, and soon bested them all under his master's guidance. His skill was staggering—far beyond his years—but with such power came a curse: his body had begun to rot.
With his time running short, Capitano quickened his pace, taking on one opponent after another. Aura and Mare fell to his blade within hours, initially disheartened but soon coming to admire him as a prodigy of combat. His next duel was with Sebas, the Head Butler of Nazarick—a match that lasted long and showcased their skills. After twenty minutes, Capitano emerged victorious, his shirt torn to reveal his decaying form, skin flaking, and muscles exposed. Yet he pressed on, determined not to fall short of his master's legacy.
Capitano's third opponent was a fellow warrior and honourable being. They began with mutual salutes and prayers before their weapons clashed, creating a thunderous shockwave in the arena. His master observed from the shadows, gaze fixed on him through the slits of a gleaming helm. The duel was his longest yet; Capitano's speed and precision evolved as the fight continued. Within thirty minutes, his opponent, Cocytus, was forced backwards, and soon Capitano's blade rested at his throat.
Though his mask concealed it, Capitano knew his liege saw the pride he felt in defeating an honourable adversary. Capitano relished the thrill of battle, each clash of swords, each spray of sparks a heady rush that he tried to prolong for as long as possible.
The duels continued, with Capitano emerging victorious against opponents ill-suited to combat. At last, his gaze fell upon Shalltear, their eyes locking briefly as she smirked. Capitano clicked his tongue, retreating to his designated floor—Shalltear's domain, the Second Floor.
An agreement among the Supreme Beings decreed that Capitano would be turned into a True Vampire. Initially, the transformation made him a mere ghoul, a servant to true vampires. But with a few drops of Shalltear's blood, he finally attained the status of a True Vampire. However, his curse endured; his body continued to rot and rebuild itself—a painful cycle that he tolerated if it meant staying in this plane of existence to serve the supreme beings, and especially his liege. Despite his decaying skin, his power never waned, and he even managed to slay a Level 100 player in a raid. With a surprise attack and World Items, he could rival gods themselves.
This display of strength shocked Nazarick's NPCs, including Cocytus, who had grown close to Capitano. Many believed Capitano was being groomed as Touch Me's successor, making him an honorary supreme being. Though he was weaker than the 41 Supreme Beings, his strength was something that could not be ignored.
In tactics and strategy, Capitano was unmatched; his commands seemed simple, yet each word held layers of calculation, crafted days before the battle, ensuring victory. Demiurge, renowned for his cunning, lost repeatedly to Capitano in chess, falling victim to Capitano's strategic foresight—a defeat he would not soon forget. To Demiurge, Capitano's intelligence in matters of warfare was so formidable that even the Supreme Beings themselves might consider his ideas.
Capitano roamed Nazarick's halls with a calm and friendly demeanour, greeting others with a wave, uplifting the tomb's atmosphere at any hour. Was this an ulterior motive, or was he truly this genuine?
His appearance was unusual for a vampire—a creature known for its regenerative powers. Capitano's long, shining black hair caught the light at the right angle, and his piercing, icy gaze seemed to look straight through others, stripping them bare, as if he saw their every plan. His tanned skin, a sign of his hard labour under the unforgiving sun, burned and accelerated his curse, his bones briefly exposed before healing—a process repeated with each swing of his blade.
Some compared Capitano to Touch Me, known for helping anyone in need. They were right; as long as a person was unarmed, Capitano would aid them. But if they took up arms against him, he had no choice but to respond in kind—a testament to the code ingrained in him, likely forged through blood, sweat, and tears.
Over time, Capitano earned many titles:
The Executioner of Nazarick,
The Cursed Being,
The Unrelenting,
The Ever-Powerful,
For even if his army fell beneath the blazing sun, he would still stand, meeting any challenger blade to blade. For he was the God-Slaying Mortal, Capitano.
S̶h̶a̶l̶l̶t̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶C̶a̶p̶i̶t̶a̶n̶o̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶p̶p̶i̶l̶y̶ ̶m̶a̶r̶r̶i̶e̶d̶ - Peroronchino
N̶o̶,̶ ̶C̶a̶p̶i̶t̶a̶n̶o̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶u̶n̶a̶w̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶s̶h̶a̶l̶l̶t̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶e̶x̶c̶e̶p̶t̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶f̶a̶c̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶s̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶u̶r̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ ̶i̶n̶t̶o̶ ̶a̶ ̶v̶a̶m̶p̶i̶r̶e̶ - Touch Me
Capitano due to his overly inflated rumours' has seemed to make him an almost unreachable entity, with only four people seemingly able to hold a proper conversation with him. One of them is the Floor Guardian, Shalltear. A person who seemed to show immense interest in Capitano, He however remained blissfully unaware of the workings inside Shalltear, simply believing her overdramatic blushing to be a theatrics of hers - Momonga