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Ash & Ember - Sesamoid Wiki

Sesamoid’s - and even Veilport’s - most eccentric duo, this otherworldly duo find themselves thrown into the human world against their wishes.

Now, armed with the mission - and passion - to support the humans they’ve both grown attached to, this dynamite duo push through to make their closet human friend’s dreams come true… While trying to better pass as humans and not cause any otherworldly, past-related drama… - Official Description

Ash

True name: Ash

Likes: Humans, demons, fire, confidence, strength, music

Dislikes: Vampires, water, human rules

Sexuality: ‘Pansexual’ ‘Genderfluid’

Music Playlist: Ash’s Playlist

Species: Demon - Host

Gender: Fluctuates, currently presents as male (he/him)

Age: Immortal - mentally & physically 20

Status: Alive

Affiliation: Sesamoid

Occupation: Lead singer, performer coordinator, special effects coordinator

Family: Ember (symbiont, alive), Hellfire (father, deceased), Luna (mother, deceased)

Friends: Quinnton Huckley (best friend/‘boss’), Clodagh Huckley (mother-figure), Rue Cervello (close friend), Warren Webber (acquaintance), Piper Stubbs (acquaintance), Griff (acquaintance)

Enemies: Drain (rival/natural enemy) , ??? (natural enemy)

Official Description

The only child of the mighty Sire family and the top of his demon-kind, Ash’s authority got stripped from him when going against his family’s ways, alongside questioning their rules & moralities.

Run out of his realm alongside his symbiont Ember and finding themselves amongst humans, the mind-bonded pair were lucky enough to find a human family with a good heart to take them in and care for them, keeping the family as a permanent new-found home, as well as managing to bond with the family’s gothic boy, which in time developed into a close bond between the host and the boy.

Now, as years passed and the two got even closer, Ash took the mission of assisting the boy with his group of music-adoring humans, supporting the overall group in any way he can muster, either in a human or not-so-human way.

Despite his unfortunate past, is the incident as behind him as he claims? Has he even unveiled all of it, especially to his human family? Or, more-so, what is being hid from him that could disconnect him with the humans?

Appearance

Going through many form, Ash took the decision to settle on a gothic form; messy black short hair with shorter scaled side bangs, red eyes, a lightly darker skin tone with a rather skinny and tall build, a spinal chord tattoo along his back, alongside a rather playful and flamboyant British accent.

While Ash formed his own clothes, the styling of the overall clothing was done by Quinn, who as well assists Ash when he feels like changing up his looks; often times wearing a black sleeveless crop top, black baggy pants that sport a gap which exposes the skin above his knees, the two pieces connecting with small but thick black pieces of fabric, black ankle boots with red laces and a red sweater he lowers down to his middle back which is supported by his forearms. When it comes to accessories, Quinn is once again to thank for Ash’s Phenex sigil pendant that hangs from the green necklace string that the host ties around his neck, as well for his red nail polish.

Personality

A hot-headed host, Ash’s impulsive and headstrong behavior has done both good and bad in the past, but he seems to struggle to see on how it can harm him again.

Seen to always carry a demeanor best described as fancy, it’s extremely rare to see the host in manner or pose that isn’t either fancy or elegant; shown to struggle to let go of the martinet side of himself, it is clear that Ash is working on adjusting it with the help of all those around him. To those he cares for, Ash wastes no time to care for them when they are in need, especially to Quinn and Ember.

Despite how he introduces and displays himself, Ash can and will be pants-shitting terrifying, enjoying to harm those he harms and treasuring the moments, especially to his natural enemies.

Abilities

Shape Shift (🟥): Ash is able to shape shift his entire body to any human-resembling form he desires, as well as being able to copy someone’s form to perfection; in both instances, the voice is included.

Clothing Creation: Ash can create his own clothing to perfection.

Music Creation (Dormant, 🟥): Ash’s voice was possessed with demonic purity which made it possible for him to enchant those he sung to and getting his points and facts across better, but because of his lost of authority, now he simply able to render his voice perfect to the ear.

Fire Control (🟢): Ash is able to bend to his will active fire around him.

Higher Power (🟥): Ash can control his environment by breaking objects, bending objects and making objects float, as well as making the overall aura darker via lowering the active firelight around him.

Telepathy (🟡): Ash can communicate with Ember through his mind, thinking the words and establishing the connection via looking in Ember’s direction.

Time Freeze (🟥): Ash is able to freeze time in the area he finds himself him, being able to pick who shouldn’t be affected by the time freeze.

Demon Form (🟥): Just like other demons, despite their race, Ash is able to transform into his demon form, also referred as ‘True Form’.

Commutation (🟥, 🟡): Because of the bonding he and Ember share, the host is able to share his powers with the symbiont; Ember will be able to use the shared power but in a weakened state, unable to use the shared powers to their full potential.

The commuted powers (from Ash to Ember) are marked with 🔴, the shared powers they both use equally are marked with 🟡 and his own powers that are not shared but that he was born with are marked with 🟥.

Trivia

Ash has no birthday, but a celebration for him is held the 31st of October, carried out by Clodagh and Sesamoid.

Ash had a last name (Sire), but he lost it once his authority was stripped from him.

Ash’s last name, much like other hosts, was his title of authority.

It’s known that Ash is best friends with Quinn, but it’s unclear if there’s something else going on between the two.

It is less known that he is close friends with Rue.

Ash has lived with the Huckley family for 10 years.

To this day, Ash still lives with them, mostly spending his time with Quinn but moves to the main house if needed.

Every time Quinn goes out, he asks Ash to mirror his appearance so he can see what he looks like.

Quinn finds it funny how Ash tries to avoid the task, hence why he keeps asking Ash to do it.

Ash’s sexuality is common amongst host demons.

It’s rare for it to differ, but it does happen; Ash’s sexuality is the most common one.

Apart for Ember, nobody knows the full extent of his past.

Quinn, Clodagh and Rue know more than the rest of Sesamoid do and they refuse to share it unless they have both Ash’s and Ember’s consent.

Ash was raised by his symbiont from the age of 1.000.

When a host reaches the age of 1.000, the host’s parents detach from their offspring and leave the commutated symbiont to raise and take care of said host, sticking around as material caretakers and not emotional ones. The only one to ever defy this nature was Luna.

While listed as ‘Family’, Ash shares no blood with Ember.

Ash is, currently, 4.000 years of age.

Ash cannot stomach human food, apart for Clodagh’s cooking.

Clodagh refuses to share how she accomplished such a task, labeling it as a ‘secret ingredient’.

Ash does eat burned/smokey objects; his favorite human objects to eat are eyeshadow and blush.

Ash dislikes kids and dumps them to Ember.

Host demons lack parental instincts with children that are not their own as well as children that are above 1.000 years old, even if their own.

Ash despises vampires to his core, listed as ‘natural enemy’.

Ash prefers firelight to any other form of light.

Instead of sleeping, Ash mediates as a means to recharge his spent energy.

He mediates for 9h. at the end of each day.

Ash has a preference to work on special effects & performances rather than singing.

Singing drains him emotionally.

He prefers Griff’s voice over his own.

He has more fun working in special effects & choreographic performances rather than singing, even if he does enjoy singing.

Ash rarely uses his demon form ever since 10 years.

It’s after affects harm him now.

Humans don’t like it; apart for Quinn, nobody else has ever seen his demon form.

Ash is the last of his bloodline.

When a host family is separated through realms, the older hosts of the family will slowly become dormant.

Ash is confused by human antics.

He cannot understand why humans shed tears during fictional events, but he doesn’t ignore it.

Sesamoid, as well as Clodagh, know who he used to be, some more than others.

People outside this group know nothing about it.

Ash and Quinn have fun teasing one another whenever they can or want.

Ember

True name: Ember

Likes: Humans, demons, fire, quietness, gentleness, music

Dislikes: Vampires, water

Sexuality: ‘Aromantic’ ‘Asexual’

Music Playlist: Ember’s Playlist

Species: Demon - Symbiont

Gender: Male

Age: Immortal - mentally & physically 30

Status: Alive

Occupation: Special effects operator, Ash’s symbiont/right hand

Family: Ash (host, alive), Firestorm (father, alive), Flare (mother, alive), Burnout (sister, alive)

Friends: Quinnton Huckley (close friends/‘boss’), Clodagh Huckley (mother-figure), Rue Cervello (close friend), Warren Webber (acquaintance), Piper Stubbs (acquaintance), Griff (acquaintance)

Enemies: Drain (natural enemy), ??? (natural enemy)

Official Description

Ash’s loved and trusted symbiont, Ember’s loyalty and love for his host will never be broken nor questioned, despite the loss of authority he faced.

Run out of his realm alongside his host Ash and finding themselves amongst humans, Ember was quick enough to seek help for both of them, being lucky enough to find a human family with a good heart to take them in and care for them, growing fond of them when they assisted him with his sudden inability to speak, alongside their great care for Ash.

Now, alongside Ash, Ember assist the music-adoring humans the best he can, mainly in a not-so-human way; despite the hardships faced, Ember follows and obeys Ash without protests, yet questions his host’s impulsive actions as he hopes to guide his host to the right path for the unending future in the human world as the symbiont only has the best interest at heart and mind for Ash.

Ember knows some things are better left between him and his host, even if it means hiding them from the humans he cares about and hurting them as a consequence.

Appearance

Going through less forms than Ash has, the symbiont decided to study Ash’s appearance and take inspiration from it; settling on long straight black hair with medium-length side bangs, green eyes, fair skin with a somewhat muscular and taller build, the same spinal chord tattoo along his back.

Unlike Ash, Ember’s clothes are human-crafted and hand-picked by Quinn; usually and nearly always wearing a v-necked short sleeved green shirt, black baggy jeans, black sports shoes with green laces and a black biker leather jacket he always sports unzipped. When it comes to accessories, Quinn is once again to thank for his red choker with a Buné sigil sewed to, as well for his green nail polish.

Personality

A level-headed symbiont, Ember’s opposite nature to Ash has saved his host numerous times and supported him twice as much, setting the host aside and helping him reason with himself, showing him how his impulsiveness can harm himself as well as others around him.

Seen to always and consistently carry a calm and rather alert demeanor with a gentle and faint smile, the only time the large man’s expression and demeanor shift to a more obedient one is when he communicates with Ash; show to consistently be loyal and caring of Ash, the symbiont clearly cares for his host more then he cares about himself, always keeping his eyes on him and protecting him the best he can. While he does care for his human group, Ember will drop all just for Ash, regardless of what it is, even if it’s himself and his own needs.

Abilities

Shape Shift (🔴): Ember is able to shape shift his entire body to any human-resembling form he desires, yet needing to carefully study Ash’s appearance and taking inspiration for all of it.

Clothing Creation: Ember cannot create his own clothing and needs to acquire his own, whilst making sure it is inspired by his host’s current ones.

Music Creation (Dormant, 🟩): Ember’s voice was possessed with demonic purity, giving the same effects as Ash’s voice once had, but he has lost the ability to use it because of his loss of voice.

Fire Creation (🟩): Ember can summon fire, enlarging it, making it scalding or cold as well as making it burn at a faster rate.

Superior Power (🔴): Ember is able to control the heat in objects, as well as controlling the heat in the environment around him.

Telepathy (🟡): Ember can communicate with Ash through his mind, thinking the words and establishing the connection via looking in Ash’s direction.

Time Stop (🔴): Ember is able to freeze certain people in time.

Demon Form (🟩): Just like other demons, despite their race, Ember is able to transform into his demon form, also referred as ‘Pure Form’.

Commutation (🟩, 🟡): Because of the bonding he and Ash share, the symbiont is able to share his powers with the host; Ash will be able to use the shared power but in a weakened state, unable to use the shared powers to their full potential.

The commuted powers (from Ember to Ash) are marked with 🟢, the shared powers they both use equally are market with 🟡 and his own powers that are not shared but that he was born with are market with 🟩.

Trivia

Ember has no birthday, but a celebration for him is held the 31st of October, carried out by Clodagh and Sesamoid.

Ember has a last name (sire), but he lost it once Ash was stripped from it.

Ember’s last name was the same as Ash but with a lowercase ‘S’, as symbionts share their host’s last names once they commute.

Ember is the closest to Quinn and Rue, as he sees them as close friends.

Ember has lived with the Huckley family for 10 years.

To this day, Ember still lives with them, mostly spending his time with Ash as per usual.

Ember’s sexuality is common amongst symbiont demons.

It’s rare for them to differ, but it has happened; Ember is one of these rare cases as ‘Asexual’ is uncommon, while ‘Aromatic’ is the most common one.

Apart for Ash, nobody knows his past.

Ember raised Ash when the symbiont was 4.500 years of age.

When a symbiont reaches 4.500 years of age, a symbiont is shown their host and commutes with them once they find one another; the symbiont’s parents assist their child in raising their respective host for a period of 5 years, then detach materially and assisting emotionally from time to time.

While listed as ‘Family’, Ember shares no blood with Ash.

Ember sees Ash as his own son.

Ember is, as of now, 7.500 years of age.

Ember creates his own nutrients, which gives him feeling of always being full and never craving any kind of food.

Ember adores children and excitedly takes care of the ones that Ash dumps on him.

Symbiont demons are natural-born caretakers.

Ember despises vampires, less than Ash does, listed as ‘natural enemy’.

Ember prefers firelight to any other form of light.

Ember does not sleep nor does he meditate.

Symbiont demons need no consistent rest, rather they rest for 24h. once a month, a day in which a symbiont and their host cannot be separated.

Ember enjoys helping Ash on whatever the host is working on.

If Ash works on special effects, Ember assists with his fire and suggests where what should be put, when it should appear and how it should, etc…

If Ash is working on performances, Ember assists the best he can.

If Ash signs, Ember always encourages Ash and reminds Ash to take it easy.

Ember rarely uses his demon form ever since 10 years.

It’s after effects harm him now.

Humans don’t like it; no human has seen his form.

Ember’s family is still alive.

He is closest to his younger sister.

Ember is confused by human antics.

He cannot understand why humans shed tears during fictional events, but he doesn’t ignore it.

Sesamoid, as well as Clodagh, know who he used to be, some more than others.

People outside this group know nothing about it.

Clodagh taught him sign language.

Ember isn’t fond of pranks done to him nor of Quinn’s teasing, but nevertheless finds it adorable when Ash and Quinn do so between themselves.

Here it is, the Wiki pages for the new-added Far-Fetched OC’s!

This is not fully finished and will change in the future as episodes comes out.

Hopefully you enjoyed this, even if it was long!

Excited to see more about them? Stay tuned for more!

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⚠️ Trigger Warnings ⚠️ - Injuries, drowning, mentions of when he lost the arm but nothing in detail, vomiting.

“Thank you for bringing me back to base, Baptiste… You really didn’t have to…” Pietra says with a lightly pained voice, his eyes on Baptiste from behind the mask “No issue at all, Massimo…” The medic chuckles back, helping the Italian settle on the medical bed, which causes the man to let out a sigh of relief once he’s seated “Besides, you and I both know you’re to stubborn to ask for help” Baptiste laughs lightly with a smile as he looks at Pietra before turning around to grab his medical equipment. Pietra chuckles lightly, starting to take off the armor patches on his chest and abdominals “Only months of knowing each other and it’s like you’ve known me for a lifetime…”

Baptiste gives a smirk at the Italian’s words, settling the medical equipment on the desk, looking back at Pietra to then grab the armor patches that he took off, setting them aside to give the Italian more space “You know you need to take your mask off for this, yes?” Baptiste says in a rather quiet tone, his eyes shifting back to Pietra, who reluctantly nods his head after a few seconds of stillness “I know… just give me a second…” He replies. Baptiste knows that, despite the fact that his friend took off his mask many times around him, he still needs time to adjust to the entire idea of someone knowing his face.

With a soft whirring sound, the horned mask comes off, revealing the Italian’s face “Good, now let’s get started, yes?” Baptiste questions with a smile, extending his hand for the mask, to which Massimo hands it over hesitantly and unsurely. Baptiste grabs the mask and settles it near the armor patches, proceeding to start checking the Italian; during the battle in Toronto, the Italian was slammed rather hard against a wall, to which caused his mech to retract back, leaving him open and vulnerable. Baptiste knows the Italian is feeling the impact, but he also knows he’s too proud to say anything “Feeling any dizziness, nausea, shortness of breath?” Baptiste questions with a tinge of worry “I’m fine, feeling the same pain as every day…” Massimo answers in a somewhat serious tone, but his gentleness is finally heard “What? Where?” Baptiste asks, his worry increasing, but it dissipates once he sees Massimo grinning lightly “Ah, you almost fooled me…” Baptiste sighs with a shake of the head, a grin painting his features “Almost? You completly panicked!” Massimo laughs back.

A loud ring interrupts the conversation; it’s Massimo’s communicator on his right sleeve.

Baptiste expected Massimo to answer the communication immediately, but he turns confused once the Italian’s expression shifts to puzzleness “Cosa? Ma, that can’t be right…” Massimo says as he looks at the name on the communicator then points at his mask and gesturing Baptiste to grab it for him, to which the medic complies, giving the mask to him and observing him as he places it back on his face with another soft whirring sound. Pietra answers the communication, tapping on the screen “Pietra qui, who is this?” He questions; it’s obvious his Pietra facade is back in play…

Baptiste and Pietra’s eyebrows shoot up as they hear the sound of gunfire and panic from the communicator, a panicked voice being heard “Pietra?! We need help! T-the omnics are back!” A female’s voice is heard, panting and seemingly sobbing lightly “Where are you?” Pietra wastes no time to question with critical information as he gets up from the medical bed, his face twisting in light pain as his feet hit the ground, but nonetheless he sucks it up as usual, grabbing the armor patches he took off earlier “T-the Colosseo! W-we can’t shoot through them and they’re cutting through us like paper!” The woman answers back in the same tone of voice, letting out another sob. Pietra places the armor patches back on, checking the status of his mech as he answers “I’ll be there as quick as I can, hold out for a little more, Sergente” Pietra answers, grimacing at his mech’s status: 60% recovery “Please hurry… Less than half a team remains and-“ Before the Sergeant could finish her stance, the communication gets cut, causing both men in the room panic.

Pietra groans and flicks his wrist, the communicator closing and screen turning off “Cavolo!” He shouts lightly, finishing to check his mech then looking back up at Baptiste “I’m going” He simple states, beginning to rush out of the room, but Baptiste grabs the shorter man’s wrist and looks down at him “You’re hurt, you need to recover first. I’ll call whoever’s available to go in your place…” He states with a worries and firm tone “I don’t have time for that. For all I know the Sergeant got cut, too” Pietra brushes off the medic’s hand and start to rush out again “Don’t follow me, tell the team I’ll be back soon!” Pietra shouts out, then fully rushes out of the room,

Baptiste sighs with defeat, shaking his head; he should have persisted harder to let the Italian stay… He knows him too well to know that even if he called in whoever’s available for battle, Pietra will send them back without protests and hesitation… Pietra’s stubbornness always has worried the medic…

With a swift and fast zoom, Pietra finally arrives at the Colosseum, landing on the top windows and looking down at the scene; omnics tearing and rushing through soldiers like nothing, tearing down pieces of the majestic architecture, throwing civilians around like bags of potatoes… It makes Pietra angry.

In this moment, he doesn’t even remember what made him think he could ever depart from Italy, his Italy and leaving her so open and vulnerable. He’s doing nothing else but kicking himself.

With a swift jump, Pietra lands on one of the omics’s shoulders, shooting down at its head and dashing down at it, crushing it into the ground, decommissioning it effectively. With another dash, the Italian slams against a second omnic, punching it in the lens and shooting it through the mid-section then punching it again; wrapping the mech’s arms securely around the omnic and facing a third omnic, Pietra dashes toward said omnic and slams the two omnics against one another, sending a ball of bullets through the two ominc’s heads, decommissioning them as well.

Turning his head to his side and gasping as sees another larger omnic rushing toward him, Pietra extends his arms to shoot through it, but it speeds up and harshly runs into the Italian, flying upward and rushing down to slam him against the hard ground; Pietra shouts out in pain, his blue eyes looking at the mech’s status which already reached 85% damage taken… He can’t hold out for longer and he’s very well aware of it…

Shouting as he pushes against the omnic, Pietra places the mech’s hand on its neck and shoots, pushing to stand on his feet again and facing another omnic, implying the same strategy of slamming them against one another, and effectively doing so, but failing to realize that another omnic, the same model as the as the two he’s in the process of decommissioning, is rushing to him.

‘Where did these come from?! Why can’t I-‘ But his thoughts get cut short when another pair of omnics rush into the mix, joining their three companions into throwing and shooting the Italian around.

Pietra’s utterly lost; he’s already in pain from the earlier injury, now he’s gaining more from the sole fact that he’s unable to defeat these new models of omnics… He tries to stand up and retaliate against them all, but every time he does so another pair appear and join in, but his entire soul comes crushing down once he hears the mech’s alarm and sees it shutting down and retracting back.

The omnic’s red lenses staring down at the defeated and injured Italian, then move again once they see him move to try to and stand up, one of them rushing toward him and wrapping its arms around him, flying at a great speed through the walls of the Colosseo and slamming Pietra against said walls, the rest of the omnic’s following suit.

As they all fly up above Rome and the rest of Italy and finally reaching the ocean, Pietra feels at the verge of passing out as he’s shot from one omnic to the other; he hasn’t felt this hurt ever since he lost his arm… Yet the man keeps his blue eyes open from behind the mask, tears pricking the corners of them as he looks at the group of omnics who still toss his around as they all zip and zoom up above the ocean.

What gives him a smudge of hope is when his communicator begins to rings loudly as beforehand, but it quickly gets crushes as one omnic buries its hand in the suit and rips it off, tossing it down below into the sea, then being tossed to another omnic who quickly wraps its arms around him again and rushes toward the nearest structure, slamming Pietra against it for what sees like seventy times, to then grab him by his left arm and tossing him down toward the ocean.

The water hits Pietra much like a slap to his back, sinking down into the deep blue; he tries his best to swim up, but every movement sends pain shooting through his entire body, the armor patches making much heavier than he truly is; he can’t bear the struggle and pain anymore, involuntarily opening his mouth from under the mask as his eyes close, letting his body go and letting the water fill his lungs; he can’t help but feel as if it’s truly over for him… all the people he left behind, all the last words he said to others… they all replay in his head… especially his beloved… how he’s sorry that he’s never going to see him alive again.

But… why does he faintly notice the shadow of a person swimming toward him?

The person wraps their hand around Pietra’s wrist and struggle to pull him up, then wrap their other hand around his wrist and dash upward, beginning to swim with Pietra in their grasp; gasping for air as they both reach up above the water, the person dashes again to shore, laying Pietra down on his back and attempting to remove his mask, but find themselves unable to do so. Their hazel eyes begin to carefully scan the mask, their gaze settling on the horns; placing their right hand on the tip of the right horn and their left hand just below that, they manage to snap the horn in half, which causes the mask to unlatch off of Pietra’s face. The person quickly removes the mask and tosses it to the side, rushing to tear off the patch of armor on the Italian’s chest and tossing it as well “Come on, please be okay…” The person’s soft and worried voice breaks as their hazel eyes look down on Pietra.

Placing their hands into a certain grip with one another then starting to preform CPR on the Italian, they occasionally place their right hand flat against Pietra’s chest as a soft pink and yellow glow emits from their palm, then go back to preforming CPR; their breath catches in their throat as Pietra begins to cough, the water expelling from his lungs as air finally fills him, turning around and beginning to vomit and cough out the water that filled him, breathing deeply as his vision begins to unblur. The person sighs deeply again, placing two fingers on Pietra’s neck and checking for his pulse.

Pietra freezes when he realizes he’s not alone; turning around as quickly as he can and pointing his mechanical hand toward the other person, even if its deactivated, Pietra’s ready to put up another fight even if he’ll lose it. His blue eyes go wide as he lays his gaze on the person in front of him, completely unfazed from his action and only carrying a worried, teary-eyed gaze…

“Bua?” His hoarse voice whispers in disbelief, his hands dropping down as he stares at his former boyfriend.

Niran chokes out a sob, tears falling from his face as he moves his shaky hand to cup Pietra’s- no, Massimo’s- Massimo’s face “Oh, Max…” He simply whispers as he looks deep into his former boyfriend’s blue eyes “You’re alive…” He whispers again as chokes out another sob, shifting to get closer to Massimo and wrapping his arms around him, trying to be as gentle as possible “I thought I’d lost you for good…”

Yes, I am leaving it on a mild cliffhanger! (Insert evil laugh)

In all seriousness, here is Pietra’s chapter in Invasion!

Next one will be- ah, I’m not going to spoil it! But I’m pretty sure it can be guessed, right?

Stay tuned on here to know more!

Curious about anything? Asks are always open!

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“Sesamoid’s - and even Veilport’s - most eccentric duo, this otherworldly duo find themselves thrown into the human world against their wishes.

◆ Ash

◆ Age - immortal; mentally & physically 20

◆ Pronouns - fluctuates, currently presents as male (he/him)

◆ Sexuality - ‘Pansexual’ ‘Genderfluid’

◆ Music Playlist - Ash’s Playlist

◆ Ember

◆ Age - immortal; mentally & physically 30

◆ Pronouns - he/him

◆ Sexuality - ‘Aromantic’ ‘Asexual’

◆ Music Playlist - Ember’s Playlist

Got into this show recently and fell in love with it, so decided to make my own OC’s for this wonderful show!

Interested in these two? Stay tuned for more on this dynamite duo if they peaked your eye! Questions and curiosities are always welcomed, don’t be shy!

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Pietra - Overwatch Wiki

Italy’s former hero, Pietra will stop at nothing to make sure Omnics burn in their own oil. Even if it takes away his life. But dare not touch his home, his loved one, less you want him as your enemy. - Official Description

“I’d let myself burn if it meant saving them…”

Real Name: Massimo Caputo

Age: 30

Birthday: October 21st

Nationality: 🇮🇹 Italian

Occupations:

Massimo: Singer, Performer

Piera: National Protector, Military Aid

Base:

Former: (Rome, Italy) Base Di Difesa Italiana, (Bengaluru, India) Vishkar Corporation

Current: Watchpoint: Gibraltar, Atlantic Archology

Affiliations:

Former: Vishkar Corporation, Militare Italiano

Current: Overwatch Agent, Solo Protector

Relations: Marisa Mezzasalma (mother, unknown but believed to be deceased), Silvio Caputo (father, deceased), Niran Pruksamanee (boyfriend), Satya Vaswani (friend), Jean-Baptiste Augustine (close friend, doctor), Sofia Segreto (manager, boss)

Story

A masked and cold protector, Pietra’s determination and golden heart for his people and nation were the main factors that pushed the man to let go his life of luxury and take on a life full of pain, death, disappointments, broken hearts and suffering.

The once happy and cheerful singer turns into a cold-hearted and brutal protector when the horned mask is placed on his face, trying his hardest to leave that facade with his mask but finding it extremely complicated to separate the two, especially when it comes to his night terrors and difficult consequences attached to Pietra, but he’s lucky enough to have found people who care for him, willing to get close and remind the man that he’s not alone, that he has support and that it’s more than okay to detach to take care of one’s self.

Childhood

The son of one of the most intelligent engineers and inventors in Italy, his father’s cold-heart toward his ‘stupid son’ only increased as Massimo took a major dislike to any sort of mathematical subject and love for any sort of artistic and creative subject when he was a young kid; his father’s hope was that he’d grow out of it when he became older, but it never came true. Because of this, Massimo’s father began to disregard him, emotionally abusing him to the point of making the young boy feel stupid, even though he really wasn’t; having given up on his son, Massimo’s father refused to communicate in any sort of manner with his son, forcing him to come to Vishkar with him, never telling him what happened to his mother as well as not accepting his sexuality and using it against Massimo as another means of isolation from him.

For Massimo’s entire childhood, the man remembers one thing about his mother; her screams of pain and his father’s incomprehensible insults to her, a bruise to her eye and a single letter the following morning with the simple words ‘I’m sorry, amore. Love, mamma.’ Massimo’s mother is rarely talked of as the Italian man doesn’t like to bring her up, his only memory of her being that day.

Vishkar Corporation

In his early teens at the time (early13M), Massimo was forced to follow his father to Vishkar once Silvio was offered a high-earning position, caring less to ask for his son’s opinion, as for everything else.

Quickly, Massimo hated the place… He hated the teachers, the students, how bland the building looked, how distant and uncaring everyone was, especially how much he was undermined and casted out; because of his fame and reputation, students and teachers alike rendered him an outcast rather quickly as they deemed him a snob and arrogant alongside ‘not as smart as them’, which only added to Massimo’s dislike to mathematical subjects. Safe for one student, a year older than him but in a couple of the same classes; Niran Pruksamanee (early14M - late14N).

The Thai student always had been a fan of Massimo’s music and image, taking the opportunity to meet with him when the singer organised a music club, hoping to gain some interest from his peers, but to avail, safe for Niran who was the only student who attended said club before it was permanently shut down by school staff.

Within their mid-teens (late15M - early16N), Massimo and Niran understood that they both held romantic feelings for one another, beginning to date in secret when confessing to each other; the only one who knew about their relationship was Niran’s roommate Satya Vaswani, who was quick to realise Niran’s attention was caught somewhere else when he seemed more concerned about his messages than his work, among many other things that Niran was rather careless to hide and forget them about his desk and bed. The two lover’s feelings for one another grew intensely rather quickly (mid16M - late17N), so much so that both of them agreed that Massimo could announce to his fans that he is taken, but still keep Niran identity a secret.

Meanwhile, while Massimo opened up a new chapter in his life and finished his studies before than all his peers independently and separately from Vishkar (late16M), Silvio had created a bionic arm that could transform into a huge mech, the first of its kind, creating this machine to pass down to a man which would use said machine to protect Italy as Omnic attacks were on the rise again, but Massimo managed to see that the older man, who was in his early 20’s, cared nothing about the responsibility it took and only flaunted the possession of the machine, ignoring the trainings and preparations and lying to Silvio as well as Vishkar’s higher ups; Massimo understood that the man would do nothing to change and that Italy would fall into ruins at the hands of this man.

Deciding to amputate his own left arm (early17M - late17N), much to Niran’s major distress, Massimo managed to secure the machine and began to train with Vishkar, deciding to flee Vishkar in his late teens (late17M - early18N), despite the heartbreak that it caused the couple; saying their final goodbyes and giving their last kiss, Massimo finally departed with a heavy heart and tear filled eyes, having done what he could to keep his love with him, but to no avail.

It wounded both men deeply, but it wounded Satya as well, who Massimo gave no proper goodbye to as he didn’t want to cause anymore distress to his good friend who already had her plate full with other, more important worries; he wished he’d never done that, wishing that he gave his good friend a proper, heartfelt goodbye.

Italy’s Omnic War & Overwatch (New Blood)

With the new-found identity of Pietra, Massimo fought long and hard to save Italy and its people from the omnics, losing the mechanical arm just two years into the war which led to a self-amputation as the wound was too big to let heal; as quickly as he could have, Massimo returned to Vishkar Corporations, much to the Italian Military’s warnings and denies, searching for his father in hopes of stealing another arm and fleeing again, managing in his mission rather quickly and easier than he thought, finding the perfect fit to replace his fully lost left arm alongside half of his shoulder, dismantling the arm’s tracker and alarm and fleeing back to Italy.

This theft didn’t go unnoticed by Vishkar, who were quick to send out their best forces to hunt down Pietra; quickly enough, Italy’s borders were closed to any sort of Vishkar activity or employee in order to protect Pietra to allow him to keep doing his duty without any further worries, to which they succeeded in as Vishkar quickly gave up on the search, ordering Silvio to create another one, only for the man to suffer a stroke in his sleep and pass away.

With the war over after seven years, Massimo kept up his Pietra facade to still protect Italy from any sort of other threats, specifically to recurring omnics and Talon activity, to which Italy’s people were more than grateful for, keeping up his double life for other six years, until finally letting his mask sit for longer then he wore it as he was sure Italy was rid of all omnic and Talon activity.

Just after three moths, Pietra was visited by Cassidy on his day off, who was in search of new recruits for Overwatch’s recall; after a rather intense battle and concussion, Cassidy transported Pietra with himself along his way back to Watchpoint: Gibraltar, where Pietra met one of the medics by the name of Baptiste. Much to Massimo’s displeasure, Baptiste met him without his mask and knowing his true identity, attempting to keep this happening a secret by threatening the medic, unsuccessfully. Instead of successfully pushing the medic away and keeping him at a safe distance, Baptiste managed to get the man to open up, especially once Massimo began to wear his mask less and less in their shared quarters as well as dropping his facade, being more himself, to which Baptiste majorly appreciated.

Surely enough, once Massimo had opened up and began to share his struggles with his roommate, the two men grew close rather quickly, trusting one another with their past and present worries and problems, yet always reminding themselves that their primary relationship is doctor-patient in hopes to not let themselves get too attached to one another.

To this day, their relationship is still close, with the medic throwing in the occasional flirting, both of them knowing that it’s mere teasing between close friends.

Atlantic Archology

Coming when the chapter is out! Stay tuned!

Heroes Ascendant

Coming when the chapter is out! Stay tuned!

Trivia

- Massimo’s name ‘Pietra’ was chosen by himself as he believed it would represent what kind of protector he wanted to be for Italy; firm, cold, strong and always there as someone to lean on when needed

- In his opening quote ‘I’d let myself burn if it meant saving them’, its unclear who he is specifically referring to

- Massimo writes his own songs and creates concepts for the music composition, passing it onto Sofia for approval; the music composition is executed by one of the top bands in Italy, which were extremely excited to work with someone as famous and talented as Massimo

- Massimo wrote music dedicated to Niran, but he never published it nor showed it to Niran, as he was too embarrassed to do so, even though he knew his boyfriend would appreciate it

- Massimo has called Niran ‘Niran’ when they first met, then began to call him ‘Bua’ once they got close, finally calling him ‘amore’ or ‘tesoro mio’ in private when dating, still sticking to ‘Bua’ when they were in public; Niran always called Massimo ‘Max’, then began to call him ‘khon dii’ or ‘tii rak’ in private when dating, sticking to ‘Max’ when they were in public

- Massimo was extremely fearful when meeting Satya as he was scared she would see him the same way the rest Vishkar scholars do; he was proven wrong and the two hit it off rather quickly

- Massimo kept Niran’s first biolight lotus he ever created, as Niran had given it to him as a gift for their first year anniversary, then integrating it into his new arm by pacing it into his shoulder and connecting wires to it, giving him a soothing and helpful healing pulse; Niran kept one of Massimo’s shirts, which the man had forgotten in Niran’s room when he left, sowing it to a medium-sized pink teddy bear Massimo had given him on their first year anniversary, then consistently sleeping with it at night or keeping it on his desk while he worked

- Neither Massimo nor Niran knew of each other’s whereabouts when they two separated, having no method of keeping contact as well as having very little time

- Their first kiss was with one another, during Massimo’s music club; neither of them mentioned it again before they began dating

- Massimo is gay, being openly so especially in his music

- Massimo is 1.83m/6ft, being said to be shorter than Cassidy, Baptiste and Niran but taller than Satya

- Massimo’s songs are very different genres; romantic, angst, rock, hard rock, pop, EDM

- Massimo’s music has its own app; the songs became so vast and numerous that Sofia chose to move the man’s music to a free app for all to install, as well as having accommodations for those who require them

- Sofia’s age is never specifically mentioned, but she is referred as ‘the older woman’, implying that she is, at minimum, 5-7 years older than Massimo

- The only ones who know of Massimo’s double life are Niran, Satya, Baptiste; Sofia knows as well, but she has never spoken on it to anybody, even to Massimo who suspects nothing

- Massimo has always worked solo, residing in the Base Di Difesa Italiana as a place to live as Pietra, never having sent out any other soldiers during the omnic war; Overwatch is the first time the man has worked in a team

- Massimo is always kind and friendly to his fans, even to paparazzi, to which Sofia disagrees with, but she knows the man is too kind to tell them off; whenever Massimo needs to tell the paparazzi off, he can’t help but feel guilty

- Massimo has always refused to have a bodyguard around him, even if he was strongly recommended it

- Sofia has always been Massimo’s manager and boss ever since the man began to get famous at a young age, wanting to work with Massimo instead of having Massimo work for him; she is the closest to a mother figure Massimo has in his life ever since his mother departed, having unintentionally called her ‘mà’, the shortened version of ‘mamma’, some times when he was younger

- Silvio has never been to one of Massimo’s concerts and refuses to listen to his music, preferring on having no radio or phone rather than listening to his son’s ’screechy and annoying voice’

- Sofia has never liked Silvio ever since they met, always doing everything she could to keep him away from Massimo, especially when he would come to her crying and sobbing about him

- Massimo would go with Niran during his travels, not caring those who saw them together and always being careful with PDA

- Massimo would use his wealth to buy things for Niran and Satya whenever they needed, passing them off as gifts as to not make the two feel guilty about ‘spending his money’

- Massimo was never really aware of the true extent of his wealth ever since he became 16, when Sofia agreed to show and explain the sum of his wealth to the boy as he became mature enough to understand the true and proper concept of money; even after this occurred, Massimo’s attitude toward his fortunes never changed, always using and asking for his money when he needed to buy something for himself or for others, but Sofia would sometimes give him her own money without him knowing

- It’s never really explained how much Massimo’s wealth truly runs, but it is known that his fortunes are ‘three thousand times more than the Pruksamanee family’, which can imply that Massimo could be a billionaire, or even more than that; it is shown that the man does buy extremely expensive things for the purpose of it serving those close to him and not only himself as the man is only selfish with his money when spending it for the basic expenses someone needs to live

- Even though Niran and Massimo dated when they were young, the two truly loved and cared for each other, finally understanding it one year in their relationship; the two never stopped loving one another, despite the fact that they were separated

- In game, Pietra and Lifeweaver have some matching skins; this is seen with their matching skin ‘Anubis & Anput’

- It is a known fact that Massimo knows a vast array of languages; it is known that he knows Italian, English, Thai, Spanish, French, Japanese, Chinese, Korean fluently, as well as working on leaning Russian, Haitian Creole, Dutch, German when he has his free time

Wow, it has been a while since I posted anything on here!

Just remembered that character Wiki pages are a thing and decided to make one of Pietra!

This is not fully finished; it will be updated as chapters get added and as we all get to know the character together!

Hopefully you enjoyed this, even if it was long!

Excited to see more about him? Stay tuned from more!

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Kwang-Ho - I will forever be a part of you, Purson…

“I cannot stand to look at myself in the mirror… because all I see is him!

How could I help others to find peace if I myself cannot find it anymore?!”

“It’s not your fault, it’s okay to feel defeated, Purson…

But I won’t allow you to give up…”

“Why not, Morax? There will be other Archons of Peace to replace me!”

“But none of them will be you, my friend…”

- Purson & Morax

#genshin impact #genshin impact oc #Genshin oc #Genshin impact art #Genshin impact x oc #anime art #original character #my oc #my art

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⚠️ Trigger warning for art piece⚠️ - Burned flesh! (Art piece under the cut/after story!)

Titan Shang Li - Complete Self-Control

“So, what to do with him, sister?” Shang Tsung questions as he looks up at his sister, who sits on her throne up above with her usual cold and dominant demeanor.

Shang Li stays silent for a couple of seconds, looking down at her Titan brother and his own subjects who hold down a tear stained faced man, his breathing shaky as he looks up at his Titan “Hm, are you in need of experiment subjects, brother?” She questions, her cold and dominant demeanor not changing.

The man shudders with fear, his eyes wide as he turns his gaze to the other Titan, his hands shaking violently; his heart drops to his stomach once Shang Tsung gives a simple smirk at Shang Li’s question “One more could only benefit me, sister…” The Titan answers, his tone laced with excitement and malice.

Shang Li gives a motion of her hand to her own subjects as her green eyes stay on the crying man, signaling them to help Shang Tsung and his own subjects to bring the man away; the man screams and thrashes, begging for forgiveness of his actions to his Titan as he refuses to stand up, kneeling before Shang Li with his forehead on the ground.

Shang Li gives a simple scoff, pointing down at the man “You have failed me too often. I have given you chance after chance, and you very well knew the consequences of your forceful failure…” She says, standing up and slowly descending from the stairs of her altar, her cold green eyes staying on the man “You cannot kiss the ground I walk on and expect me to forgive your pitiful and horrid actions!” She raises her voice, grabbing the man by the hair and pulling him up on his feet.

The man knew his life ended then and there, if not as soon as the Titan stood from her throne.

“Bring this insult of a man away from my sight!” Shang Li orders, to which Shang Tsung gives a motion of his hand to his subjects to bring the man away. The Titan twins watch as the screaming and crying man is dragged away, Shang Tsung with a sadistic smirk while Shang Li stays with her usual stone-cold expression “I haven’t seen you in such rage in millennias, sister…” Shang Tsung points out as he turns his gaze to look down at his sister “The man knew naught the concept of loyalty, brother…” She simply replies, her green eyes looking up at her brother.

Shang Tsung chuckles lightly “I see…” He simply replies, beginning to turn away and materialize back to his own timeline “I’ll be away for a while… I expect you to not overexert yourself…” He warns her, but Shang Li knew it was more of a pleading “I won’t, brother… you needn’t worry…” She replies, brushing off her brother’s concern as she herself begins to walk off, her hands behind her back.

“I am serious, Li…” Shang Tsung places his hand to her shoulder, forcefully turning her around to look up at him. Her once cold eyes now soften as she sees the fear and concern in his own green gaze, his hand firmly grasping her shoulder “I know, Tsung…” She replies, her tone lightly shifting to show her sadness and exhaustion her endeavors have caused her, yet her coldness is still present.

Shang Tsung pulls his hand away, crossing his arms as his green eyes stay locked on his sister “I trust it…” He simply says, giving her one last look before de-materializing away “I know…” She whispers, her gaze dropping down to the ground.

#mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat 11 oc #mk11 #mk11 Oc #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat 1 oc #mk1 #mk1 oc #original character #anime art #my art #my oc

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Shang Li - Saved

“Shang Tsung corrupted you, too…”

“laugh Corrupted me?! My brother saved me!”

“The you I treasured is gone forever…”

- Kitana and Shang Li

#mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat 11 oc #mk11 #mk11 oc #original character #anime art #my art #my oc

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Shang Li & Apex - Counterparts

“Her fate has always been… a grim one. I thought I could change it, save my dearest friend…

But, yet again… I have failed her… There are no words to describe the shame and anguish I feel… If only I had done better…

I am… beyond sorry, Li… but that doesn’t even begin to describe it…”

- Lord Liu Kang

#mortal Kombat 11 #mortal Kombat 11 oc #mk11 #mk11 oc #mortal Kombat 1 #mortal Kombat 1 oc #mk1 #mk1 oc #original character #anime art #my art #my oc

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Lifeweaver & Pietra - Anput & Anubis [couples skin]

“Have you missed me, Anubis?”

“chuckle From the looks of it, you have missed me more, Anput…”

Wanted to make a matching skin for these two lovebirds! Idk why this theme specifically, could be for the fact that I’ve been listening to ‘Anubis’ too much lol.

Anyway, hopefully you enjoy it! More skins for Pietra coming in the near future, with featurings from other heroes so stay tuned to find out more!

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⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ - Crash [Passing Out], Self-amputation, Trauma [Loneliness, PTSD].

Despite having so many skilled heroes on his side, Cassidy still decides to set out to find another ally, already knowing who he wants- no, who Overwatch needs...

Pietra crosses his arms as his blue eyes gaze up at the big screen, his eyebrows knitted together as he looks at the familiar figure who talks with the Base’s soldiers; just what did this man want?

But either way, Pietra is well aware what such a visit from armed people means; a new alliance, or rather the hope of a new alliance…

Sighing, Pietra gestures for a group of four soldiers to follow him; he felt lightly pissed as this was his only day off of the month, the last thing he wanted was trouble on this day “Pietra? What are your orders? Should we deal with him?” One of the soldiers nervously asked, her gaze shifting to look at the ground in front of her as her arms rest at her sides, following the taller man in front of her.

Pietra shakes his head, looking in front of him as he turns the corner, nearing the meeting place where the figures are located “No, talking will do, but keep your weapons ready… this man’s dangerous. Don’t get swayed, va bene?” He says, his voice modulated tone making the built man sounding deeper and colder than he is.

The soldier nods in agreement, gesturing for the rest of the soldiers to check their weapons “You know this person, Pietra?” She asks with curiosity and light surprise “Yes, I recognize him from a classified mission…” Pietra answers with a light nod, glancing behind him and looking down at the soldier “You worked with him?” Another soldier questions, raising his eyebrows with pure surprise “What part of ‘Classified Mission’ do you not understand?” Pietra bites back with a sharp tone in his modulated, cold voice, causing said soldier to stiffen, looking away from Pietra.

“I don’t wanna cause a stir, sir, just want to talk to Pietra, that’s all.” Cassidy says, taking his hat off, his smooth southern accented tone sounding as polite as he could “Non importa. This is a military base, not a bar. If you want to talk to Pietra, you have to follow your chain of command.” The soldier supervising the gates of the Base says, his thick italian accented tone sounding as annoyed as it possibly could “I assume you know how to do that?” He sasses, looking at Cassidy up and down with furrowed brows.

“Soldier!” Pietra shouts as he nears the meeting place, his blue eyes set on looking at the said soldier in the eyes “I’ll handle the situation from here. Go back to your post.” He says, nodding at the soldier’s previous post, his eyes fixed on the man’s own gaze; it made a shiver run down of the soldier’s spine… after all, such a cold gaze coming from Pietra would cause anyone to fall silent and obey.

Doing what he is told, Pietra stares at the soldier as he walks back to his post, then turns his gaze to Cassidy, looking up at the cowboy, his hands in his pockets, nodding at Cassidy, waiting for him to speak; Pietra knew what Cassidy wanted to say, and he was already ready to reject him.

“Though you worked alone, sir?” Cassidy chuckles as he places his hat back on his head, his usual smirk on his face. Pietra blinks in surprise, not expecting such friendliness “I do, I just reside here for professional purposes…” He simply replies “Ascolta, I know why you’re here, signore, and I’m not sorry when I tell you that I’m not even in the least bit of interested…” Pietra continues, shaking his head “But you came from far away, so in order for this trip of yours to not be wasted, I suggest taking a stroll around here…” He says, sighing at the end as he raises his right arm, the holographic screen on his sleeve showing a multitude of tourist places around Rome “You’re welcomed to stay in Rome as long you want…” He says, sending the files to Cassidy, then flicking his wrist to turn off the holographic screen. Giving a nod to Cassidy, Pietra turns to leave “I just came to talk business, we can do that civilly, I hope?” Cassidy speaks up, which causes Pietra to stop in his tracks and look at the cowboy from over his shoulder “Ho detto il mio… leave, please.” Pietra says, his blue eyes staring into Cassidy’s brown eyes.

Cassidy takes a step forward, causing the soldiers to place their hands on their guns strapped to their hips “You’re not even the slightly bit curious in what I have to say?” Cassidy says, raising his hands and looking at Pietra. Pietra grunts, looking forward again “No, because I’ve heard the speech over and over again” The italian responds, beginning to get even more pissed, but his thoughts are interrupted by the Base’s main alarm ringing loudly “Intruso, Intruso! La sicurezza della base è violata!” the speaker’s robotic voice announces.

Pietra’s blue eyes widen in alert, looking at the small holographic screens that began to appear around the area “D’you my help, Pietra?” Cassidy offers, grabbing his gun and cocking it as his brow eyes shift between the Italian man and the gun “No, for all I could know you’re part of this…” Pietra answers harshly as his eyes scan the three figures entering the Base’s arsenal through the broken wall ‘Omnics? Why are they in the arsenal?’ Pietra thinks with curiosity, his mechanical hand’s palm now shining with a black light “Think that, maybe, they plan on stealing weapons?” Cassidy hypothesizes as he takes a step closer to Pietra, his loaded and cocked gun in his hand as he looks up at the screen “Or maybe activate them.” The masked Italian concludes, turning to look at the soldiers behind him “Lock the Base down! Nobody walks in or out! Chiaro?!” He shouts the command at the female soldier in front before he runs off toward the arsenal, his mechanical hand in front of him as the black sections of the arm begin to light up, an ever-so-soft whirring sound coming from Pietra’s palm.

Pietra’s blue eyes scanned the entrance of the arsenal, a quiet ‘tsk’ coming from his lips ‘My mech isn’t going to fit…’ He thinks with annoyance; he knows that this predicament means that he’s forced to fight these omnics without his mech, but rather head-on, and while it isn’t a big problem for him, it still slows him down and makes the process much more difficult ‘You’ve done this before, Max! You’ve fought omnics twice your size without your mech and you won…’ He encourages himself, quietly opening the door and stalking in the shadows of the arsenal as his blue eyes stare out the omnics who tamper with the various dangerous and lethal weapons ‘They’re not as big as the ones back then, but they’re still bigger than I am…’ He ponders, his eyebrows furrowing at the disadvantage he holds.

One of the omnic stops working on the weapons in front of it and snaps its head to look behind, its camera zooming in and out at the shade behind it; Pietra freezes, closing his mechanical hand into a fist which causes the whirring and lights to cease, his heart beating hard against his chest…

Cocking its weapon, the omnic points it toward the shade, its camera turned red as a loud sound played from the omnic, ready to shoot its weapon toward the shade its looking at; Pietra gasps softly and rolls away with a quiet grunt, his blue eyes closing as the omnic shoots at the spot ‘How did it see me?!’ The Italian ponders with panic, opening his mechanical hand and pointing it toward the, now, aggressive omnic, hitting the omnic’s camera which cause it to stumble backward with a loud whirring.

The other two omnics turn their heads toward Pietra, their cameras turning red as they raise their weapons toward the Italian, shooting the same red beam of the other omnic. Pietra shoots at the barrels of the other two omnics, throwing a punch at the camera of the omnic that spotted him, then gripping its head and ripping it off with a loud and powerful grunt, using it to smash the dismantled omnic’s gun, effectively rendering the omnic decommissioned.

Tossing the dismantled and smashed omnic’s head aside, Pietra turns to look at the other two omnics, his blue eyes shifting to look at one of the omnics, who seems to be connecting themselves to the arsenal’s control system ‘I have to stop it! If it transfers its system into the arsenal’s control system, who knows what this might do!’

Running toward said omnic with his mechanical arm lightly extended in front of him, the light whirring sound from Pietra’s hand is heard again as his palm opens, but he gasps lightly as the second omnic lunges to him and throws him againts the wall, sending the italian tumbling in the bricks with a soft sound of pain escaping his lips.

Growling in annoyance, Pietra shoots at the omnic, but the omnic dodges the projectiles swiftly, charging at Pietra again and slamming him further in the wall. Pietra grunts once more and roughly places his mechanical hand on the omnic hip, shooting and pushing the omnic down with all the force his injured body could muster, his blue eyes staring down the omnic with rage.

With a couple of seconds of struggling, the omnic finally shuts down as Pietra rips its bust off, kicking the dismantled legs to the third omnic, which causes said omnic to stumble lightly, turning his head to face Pietra.

The Italian stands up with a growl, his blue eyes staring daggers into the third omnic as he tosses the dismantled second omnic to the side “You want to end up like your friends?” Pietra growls at the omnic as he re-loads his projectiles. The omnic wips it head back to the arsenal’s control system; 60% reached, but the omnic knew it has little time to complete the transfer, which causes it to place its other hand on the control system, doubling the speed of completion.

Pietra begins to run toward the omnic, but he halts his footsteps as he feels a metal hand grasping his ankle; raising a brow and looking down, his blue eyes widen lightly as he sees the second omnic’s hand grasping him, pulling him down on the ground with a distorted sound of seemingly anger coming out of it. Pietra stumbles backward, pointing his mechanical hand to the omnic’s head, but the omnic places its other hand on Pietra’s hand, slowly crushing his hand in an attempt to disarm the Italian; the omnic’s head is so close to Pietra’s, its camera red and buzzing.

Pietra gasps and closes his eyes as a bullet flies into the side of the omnic’s head, turning his head to the side as the omnic crashes down, effectively decommissioned and sparking. Opening his eyes and kicking the omnic off of him, Pietra looks up as he hears a chuckle “You’re welcome, Pietra…” Cassidy’s southern accent is heard as he places his gun in the holster, walking toward the Italian man as his brown eyes observe him, extending his hand to him “I had it…” Pietra grumbles, standing up on his own, refusing Cassidy’s helping hand.

Cassidy chuckles again, crossing his arms as he shakes his head “Of course you did…” He says as he keeps looking at Pietra “Leave, you’ll get in my way…” Pietra retorts, pushing Cassidy back, then turning to face the third omnic; 85%… Pietra needed to hurry…

“I ain’t going nowhere, Pietra…” Cassidy bites back, grabbing his gun again and facing the omnic as well “If you want to prove to me that you’re a good guy, stai perdendo tempo!” Pietra raises his voice at the southerner, which only causes Cassidy to chuckle again. Pietra growls in annoyance, side-eyeing Cassidy with a frown under his mask “You get in my way, I won’t hesitate to decommission you, got it?” Pietra warns the southerner with venom in his tone “Don’t you worry ‘bout that, I’m a team player…” Cassidy laughs lightly, shooting a bullet at the omnic’s shoulder, causing the bullet to bounce off, making a small dent. Pietra shoots at the other shoulder, which causes the omnic’s arm to fall “The hell are those bullets made of?” Cassidy questions with confusion “The better question is what are your bullets made of that you can’t tear through them, Cowboy!” Pietra raises his voice mid-sentence as he rushes to the omnic, shooting at the other arm, jumping and locking the omnic’s head between his thighs and covering the omnic’s camera, which causes the omnic to disconnect its hands from the control system, but Cassidy’s eyes widen with alarm as his brown eyes look at the arsenal “Pietra!” He shouts, shooting bullets to the omnic’s legs, but groans with annoyance as the bullets don’t even dent the metal “I’m in the middle of something!” The italian shouts back, shooting into the omnic’s camera and tossing it to the wall, hopping off of it with a grunt, his mechanical palm whirring.

Pietra raises a brow as the omnic zooms away, taking off into the sky “Ma che-“ Pietra’s sentence of confusion is cut short when Cassidy rushes to him and grabs him by the wrist “We gotta get a move on, this place’s gonna blow!” He shouts with alarm. Pietra looks at the control system: 100%…

Pietra’s eyes widen with alarm and fear; quickly brushing off Cassidy’s hand from his wrist as the two step outside, raising his mechanical arm to the sky and activating his mech. Cassidy backs away, holding onto his hat as he looks up at Pietra, who now stands inside the mech at a much taller height than him “Hold on tight!” Pietra shouts, grabbing Cassidy and holding the southerner close to him and wrapping the huge mechanical arms around the man, protecting and shielding him.

After what seems like hours of waiting, the arsenal blows up, sending the two men flying to the other side of two traffic-ridden streets, at least 30 meters, into the blue sky and crashing into hard ground.

With a groan, Cassidy opens his eyes, pushing the mech’s hands off of him and slowly standing up, rolling off of Pietra, placing his hat back on “I ain’t paying for that ride again…” The cowboy jokes with a chuckle as he dusts himself off “Gotta admit, the safety was top-notch, I ain’t got even a scratch!” He continues, this time taking his hat off and fixing his hair, but he raises a brow when he hears nothing from the Italian “Pietra?” He calls out with confusion, looking over his shoulder at him.

Cassidy’s brown eyes show fear and alarm; Pietra… he’s not moving… “Pietra!” He raises his voice with alarm, rushing toward the meched-up Italian, tapping on the mech’s thick glass in hopes of waking him up “Hey! You hear me?!” Cassidy shouts with worry as for all he could know, Pietra could be injured, or worse. Delivering a bang to the thick glass, Cassidy’s brown eyes scan the huge mech; what could he to help? He has no clue on how to operate this suit! He can’t just leave him here…

With a low and pained groan, Pietra’s blue eyes slowly open, looking around the unfamiliar room ‘Wh… Where am I?’ The Italian man wonders as the exhaustion and mild pain begins to sit in ‘Was I…?’ He thinks once more, the pain and exhaustion quickly replaced with alarm, shooting up from his lying position and propping himself up with his hands, scanning the room with, now, wide blue eyes “Hey, easy there!” A rather friendly and chill unfamiliar voice interjects, the man turns to Pietra and looks down at the Italian with a warm smile “You took quite a hit, you know! You shouldn’t move so much.” The man speaks again, walking to the Italian as he holds a glass of water and a tablet of pills.

Pietra looks up at the man, who’s seemingly a medic, his blue eyes showing nothing but coldness and hostility toward the unfamiliar man “I didn’t expect my kidnapper to be so friendly with me…” Pietra says, his tone softer and gentler because of the missing mask around his face, yet still clearly cold and hostile. With a chuckle, the medic shakes his head and places the items on the nearby table “Kidnapper? Me? Now that’s funny!” The medic answers, pulling up a stool with wheels and placing it near Pietra’s bed, sitting down and looking at the Italian, his friendly smile not fading “I guess you’d prefer ‘torturer’, doc?” Pietra retorts, sarcasm laced in his tone as he says the last word, shifting to sit up and staring at the medic with sharp eyes. The medic sighs, shaking his head again and grabbing a clipboard from the same desk “I’m not a bad guy, I swear…” He says as he looks down at the clipboard, scanning the pages “You’re in Watchpoint: Gibraltar’s medical wing and I’m your medic, Baptiste” Baptiste says, not taking his eyes off of the clipboard as he flips through the pages.

With a sigh, Pietra crosses his legs under the bedsheets, looking around the room as his eyes set on his black armor patches which sit in a metal box “Thanks for the help, dottore, but I’ll be taking my leave.” Pietra says, taking the covers off and swinging his legs to the edge of the medical bed, his long black hair draping his figure as the ends of his hair rest of his lap and bed “I’ll send you the pay when I get back to Italy, grazie…” He continues, reaching over for the glass of water and the tablet of pills, taking two and gulping them down alongside the water “I’m sorry, but you’re not cleared yet, Caputo…” Baptiste retorts with a firm tone, setting down the clipboard and placing his right ankle over his left knee, looking at Pietra with a more stern expression.

With sharp eyes and a cold tone, Pietra scoffs, leaning over and looking at the medic in the eyes “You tell anyone you saw my face, I will hunt you down and do worse than kill you, capito?” Pietra threatens Baptiste; yet, the medic seems unfazed, merely giving Pietra the same cold expression, leaning over lightly “That doesn’t work with me…” The Haitian retorts, his tone deep and serious.

Pietra merely chuckles lightly, eyeing the medic up and down with intrigue, but before he can say anything, Baptiste speaks up again “You and I are going to be partners from now on, and I have no doubt we’ll have fun…” He says, leaning away from the Italian, his friendly smile lightly returning, his tone softening. Pietra leans away as well, looking to the side with the same serious expression and sharp eyes ‘Partners?’ The Italian ponders ‘Me and a guy I’ve never met until today, working side-by-side?’ He ponders once more, his gaze shifting to his mechanical arm…

Massimo pants and groans, struggling to stand up as his left arm pounds with excruciating pain, his blue eyes filled with tears as the heavy rain falls on his injured body. Groaning once more, Massimo gives up on trying to stand up, crashing down on the ground on his back as he clutches his bleeding left arm ‘I-I can’t… I can’t leave it bleed…’ He ponders with a frown as tears fall to his face ‘It’s already dead… I just need… I just need to…’ His eyes shift to a sharp piece of metal not too far from him, shakily extending his right arm to it, grabbing it with much struggle, looking up at it as he holds it. Giving a big shaky sigh, Massimo places the sharp metal on his left shoulder, closing his eyes. Screams rip through his throat; Massimo is only thankful that he’s alone. Nobody can see him like this… so weak, so pathetic…

Closing his eyes with a sharp inhale, Pietra’s body tenses as the memory of that horrible night fill his mind, his face turned toward the bed with a light frown; Baptiste merely gives Pietra a pat on his knee, looking at him with understanding “Come on, your stuff’s already in our room…” The Haitian says, standing up “‘Our room’? What, we’ll be sharing a room?” Pietra questions with light annoyance, crossing his arms and looking up at the medic “It’s either that, or the couch in the common room, Pietra…” Baptiste chuckles lightly, nodding at the exit to the room with a light smile. Pietra scoffs with furrowed brows, then chuckles with a light smile after a few seconds “I get my own bedroom, I hope.” The Italian questions, looking at the medic up and down with another chuckle “Yes, well… a shame, isn’t it?” Baptiste jokes with a wink, which causes the Italian raise his eyebrows with a questioning gaze.

Cassidy chuckles lightly as he looks at the two men conversing, his cigar between his lips as he crosses his arms “Those two are gonna help each other a whole lot, you know…” He chuckles, side-eyeing Pharah with a light smile “If you say so, Cole… I’m just glad he’s on our side.” She says, crossing her arms as well as she looks at Pietra, whose back is turned toward the door as he stands up from the medical table, grabbing his mask and placing it on.

Baptiste chuckles lightly, wrapping his arm around Pietra’s shoulder and nudging him lightly, looking down at the shorter Italian “Need help settling in, roomie?” The Haitian questions as the two begins to walk out of the room “I’ll cut your tongue off if you call me that again…” Pietra growls lightly, looking away from the medic and crossing his arms “You are not a people-person, are you?” Baptiste chuckles again, which only causes Pietra to mumble “Shut up…” but his gaze softens significantly as he looks at Cassidy as the pair passes him, who shoots him a wave with a smile ‘Maybe… Overwatch won’t be the worst idea for now…’

Here it is, Pietra’s ‘New Blood’ Issue! Holy crap, this took me so long to write but I’m super proud of this! Stay tuned on this blog to find out more about Pietra! Who knows, maybe in the near future you’ll find out about his past with a… certain inventor? Hm, wonder who that could be?

Once again, if you have questions or curiosities about this OC or any other on my blog, don’t hesitate to send in an ask about them!

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⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ - Abusive Father, Self-Amputation.

‘I wasn’t as smart as my father, but that didn’t mean that I was nothing…

…Right?…

With posters of my image around the world, radios and apps filled with my voice… any father would be proud of their son for becoming so famous, so adored, at such a young age…

But my father? Of course not…’

“Papà, I don’t approve of this…” The Italian teen says with worry in his tone, crossing his arms as his blue eyes gaze at his overworked father

“Since when have I ever asked for your opinion, Massimo?” The father says, slamming his hand against the lab counter, causing Massimo to flinch lightly.

Swallowing, the young Italian takes a hesitant step toward his father “That arm, that mech… it’s a weapon that needs somebody with determination as it’s owner… not somebody-“

“Like you.” The father cuts Massimo off, his own black eyes showing nothing but coldness.

Massimo freezes, his black eyes widening with sadness and shock, his tone faltering “L-like me? I-I built my music career from nothing but-“

“But your own laziness to do nothing but sit in a chair and screech that annoying voice of yours!”

The cold eyes of his own father, the harsh and untrue words coming from that cold and vile man sent Massimo to tears.

The teen scoffs shakily, trying to search for words to defend himself, but his father’s cold and uncaring eyes give him more reason to run off in tears.

‘My father’s new invention made a hit in the engineering world, so much so that Vishkar Corporations contacted him, telling him that they saved a spot in the higher-ups for my father.

Being a teen at the time I was forced to follow him, even if I cared nothing for Vishkar and their views… I just kept making my music, kept my image the same, kept my identity… even if I became an outcast…

Just like him… only he made everything better…’

“If word got out, our families would leave us, Max…” The young Thai inventor says, his tone worried yet loving, his white hair draping over his shoulders as he wraps his arms around the singer, burying his face in his stomach.

Massimo chuckles softly, moving one hand to his partner’s hair and gently brushing it in his fingers, his tone calm and loving, despite the painful words “When has anyone truly been here for us, Bua?”

Niran peaks up at Massimo, a light frown on his lips from the truth of those words.

Sighing, the Thai inventor shifts to sit on the Italian singer’s lap, wrapping his arms around Massimo’s neck and leaning his forehead against his, his hazel eyes looking into Massimo’s blue eyes with the same sad glint “I’m here for you… don’t forget that, Max…” Niran says, his sincere tone above a whisper.

Massimo chuckles lightly, placing his hand on Niran’s cheek with a light smile, his thumb caressing his soft skin “I couldn’t be more grateful for that, amore mio…”

‘I knew that the owner of my father’s invention was going to be no less of a brainless puppet and much to my disappointment, I was right.

The guy had no care for the responsibility that came with the mech, all he cared about was how many people fawned over him, all the fame he got just because “He was so brave to step up”.

I knew that, when the time came, he would run off like the coward he is.

I knew Italy wouldn't be safe with him.

I knew the people would all die with him as our ‘protector’.

I knew I had to make a change to this, but I also knew my cold father wouldn't listen to me.

So, I did something… frankly, something stupid, but it was the only solution…

I could feel the blood stopping. I could feel the coldness settling in.

I could feel my arm dying.’

Massimo’s painful scream cuts Niran out of his casual stroll in the hallways, dropping his device to the floor and whipping his head toward the lab doors with wide worried eyes “Max?!” He shouts, his heart beating in his throat as he runs towards the lab’s opened doors.

His stomach dropped at the sight; Massimo crouched down, holding his left forearm now turned blue, tears in his eyes with a pained frown.

“What happened?!” Niran raises his worried voice unintentionally, rushing toward his lover and crouching down beside him, looking down at his blue forearm with the same wide eyes “I’m sorry! It’s the only way!” Massimo’s pained and shaky words make Niran’s breath get caught in his throat, yet his movements didn’t falter, albeit a bit shaky.

Reaching his right hand to the nearby cabinet, Niran opens it, grabbing a syringe and taking its cap off, ready to inject it into Massimo’s arm; he hoped it wasn’t too late to save his beloved’s forearm.

Massimo’s right hand wraps around Niran’s wrist, shakily pushing the antidote away

“I can save the arm! Just-“ Niran says with a shaky tone, his glazed eyes confused amongst the sadness, looking at Massimo.

“No! Let it die! Please!” Massimo screams, tears pouring down his blue eyes.

Niran froze; what was he to do now? He knows his lover too well to know there’s no debating, too well to know he can’t force him.

Too well to know he won’t listen.

‘I knew my plan would work.

My father is too much of a proud man to let me live without my left forearm. I knew that he wouldn't hesitate to give me his invention, despite me being “lazy and stupid”.

That’s exactly what he did; with no hesitation he gave the mech to me and kicked the guy to the curb.

I knew my father would treat me the same way he always did, and I was sick of him and his ways.

He was no dad… he was barely a father.

So, I left…

I left my father, I left Vishkar and its fake, holographic life; I never felt better.

But, I had to leave behind what I loved as well; no more live shows, no more meet-ups with fans, no more performances, no more music…

And my love… who parted ways with me…

Who I parted ways with, as well…

How I miss him…’

“I-I can’t lose you…” Niran’s breaking voice is above a whisper, a frown on his tear stained face; a frown that looks so misplaced, a frown that Massimo hates to see.

Placing a gentle and loving kiss on Niran’s lips, Massimo sighs shakily as he pulls away, his blue eyes glazed as they peer at him “I can’t lose you either…”

“Then let me come with you. I’ll help you defend Italy… just please, I can’t say goodbye…” Niran responds, leaning his forehead against Massimo’s, his teary hazel eyes glued to Massimo’s glazed blue eyes “No, you know you can't…” The Italian man says with sorrow, his tone shaky as he speaks “With your biolight… Arcology needs you. The world needs it… and you with it…” He continues, his glazed eyes now pouring down the tears he so hard tried to hold back.

Niran swallows the lump in his throat, sniffling “Just like Italy needs Pietra…” He says in the same hushed, broken manner.

The two lovers keep their gazes into eachother’s teary eyes; they both knew this was their goodbye.

“In another life, amore mio…” Massimo says, breaking away from Niran with a forced smile.

Reaching his mechanical hand to his white horned mask with blacked out eyes, Massimo places the mask on his face, stealing one final glance to his adored one before activating his mech by raising his mechanical arm to the sky.

Niran stood there, looking at his beloved with a broken heart as he zoomed away in his mech; this wasn’t how things were supposed to go…

‘With my newfound weapon, mask and name I traveled back to Italy with the determination to fight for her.

The war was difficult, but I knew I made the right choice, because in the end, the smiles of my people are what warms my heart, bringing an unseeable smile on my face.

But I also know that despite Italy being safe now, the world still needs help…

With a weapon like mine, it would be a waste to go back to being Massimo forever…

But sometimes I can’t help but wonder what could have been… of us.

What if we would have never parted ways, 13 years ago?

But dwelling on what could have been only brings tears to my eyes; tears that I know that he would hate to see…

What other choice do I have than to push forward?’

Here it is! His origin story!

I spent way too much time on this! Hopefully, you enjoyed it!

Once again, questions are welcomed!

Stay tuned for upcoming content for Pietra!

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Pietra’s Kit - Overview

Kit - Deep Dive

Weapons, Abilities & Ultimate: Mech

- Palm Fusion Hands

The guns of Pietra’s mech resemble hands, where the bullets shoot out of the mech’s palms; infinite ammo, no reloading, hitscan-type weapons.

- Disintegrate

When facing an enemy that is below 40% HP, Pietra is able to dash toward them, it is up to the player to finish them off; range of 45m, cooldown of 5s.

- Protection

When facing a teammate that is below 50% HP, Pietra is able to dash toward them, automatically body blocking incoming damage; range of 45m, cooldown of 6s.

- Brawl

Pietra plants a bug in his mech which causes him to deal x2 the damage, become x2 the size and x2 the speed; lasts 25s, ranges of ‘Disintegrate’ & ‘Protection’ halved, HP halved. When eliminating Pietra’s mech during his ultimate, the remaining duration of the ultimate continues in his pilot form.

o. I.E.: If ‘Bastion’ eliminates ‘Pietra’s mech’ during ‘Pietra’s’ ultimate in which 10s were missing, the remaining 10s will be carried on in his pilot form; in this form, ‘x2 the size’ is excluded, ‘HP halved’ is excluded, ‘range of ‘Hook-On’ halved’ is excluded.

Weapons, Abilities & Ultimate: Pilot

- Hand Gun

The mechanical hand of Pietra’s left mechanical arm is his weapon in his pilot form, where the bullets come out of his palm. Differently, in this form the weapon is long range; 200 ammo, 1.5s reload time, projectile-type weapon.

- Hook-On

Raising his right hand, Pietra will place a shield on a nearby wall which will extend toward another wall opposite to the wall it is placed on; 4.200m height, 0.4s cast time, 1.500 HP, 7s cooldown when destroyed, shield that is placed before ‘Activation’ will remain until destroyed.

- Activation

Once Pietra’s mech is destroyed, he will have to wait 60s for it to be restored in order for him to go back inside the mech, raising his mechanical arm to the sky in order for the mech to initiate the activation sequence; 1s to re-mech & 2s to activate [overall 3s], not invulnerable during re-mech, when resurrected mech will be available after 5s.

Passives

- Tank Passive

Just like all other tanks, Pietra will have this passive; effective in both ‘Mech’ & ‘Pilot’ form.

- Independent

While in mech form, Pietra needs no healing. [a/n: this section only refers to Pietra in ‘Mech’, not ‘Pilot’.]

o. Pietra’s HP system functions differently than all the others, having 1.500 HP overall as Pietra’s HP system functions as %; starting off with 10% [150HP] at the start of matches and as he takes damage the HP% increases until reaching 100% [1.500HP] where his mech will retract, leaving him in his pilot form.

u. I.E.: Starting off at 10% -> ‘D.Va’ inflicts damage to ‘Pietra’ -> HP% increases as ‘D.Va’ inflicts damage -> ‘Pietra’ reaches 20% [300HP] -> and so on…

o. Support Interactions/Healing Ability interactions:

u. Soldier: 76: ‘Biotic Field’ Ability does not interact with Pietra.

u. Sombra: ‘Hacked Health Packs’ do not interact with Pietra.

u. Mauga: ‘Cardiac Overdrive’ does not heal Pietra but reduces damage taken

u. Health Packs do not interact with Pietra.

u. All Support Heroes cannot heal Pietra; all of supports primary healing do not interact with him [I.E.: Mercy’s ‘Caduceus Staff’ does not latch on to him.]

i. Ana: Friendly ‘Biotic Grenade’ does not interact with Pietra, hostile ‘Biotic Grenade’ only damages Pietra, ‘Nano Boost’ does not heal Pietra.

i. Baptiste: ‘Regenerative Burst’ does not interact with Pietra.

i. Brigitte: ‘Rally’ does not interact with Pietra, ‘Inspire’ does not interact with Pietra.

i. Illiari: ‘Healing Pylon’ does not interact with Pietra.

i. Kiriko: ‘Protection Suzu’ does not heal Pietra, only rids of negative effects.

i. Lifeweaver: ‘Life Grip’ does not heal Pietra, only pulls him to Lifeweaver & blocks damage, ‘Tree Of Life’ does not interact with Pietra.

i. Lucio: ‘Sound Barrier’ does not interact with Pietra.

i. Mercy: ‘Caduceus Staff’s Damage Boost’ laches onto Pietra.

i. Moira: ‘Healing Orb’ does not interact with Pietra, friendly ‘Coalescence’ does not interact with Pietra.

i. Zenyatta: ‘Transcendence’ does not interact with Pietra.

- Safety

When Pietra’s Mech reaches max%, it will retract into his left mechanical arm, leaving him in his ‘Pilot’ form.

o. In ‘Pilot’, Pietra has 325HP which functions like all other HP pools, can be healed in ‘Pilot’; ‘Support Interactions/Healing Ability Interactions’ does not apply to Pietra in ‘Pilot’ and in ‘Activation’.

There he is! The entirety of his kit!

Hopefully this was interesting and ‘fun’ to read!

Questions are welcomed, do not be shy to ask any that come to mind! No question is a stupid one, remember!

More coming soon! Stay tuned!

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